The Fable of the Five Bangles by D. R. Jenkins For Kelsey on Valentine’s Day 2012
He has been known by many names. Some conjure up fearful notions of His wrath, like the “God of War.” Some invoke visions of a heavenly fortress, like the “Lord God Almighty.” Some prey on His longevity, as in His favorite title, “Lord of the Antiquities.” Finally, others implicate His dominion, like “Lord of the Stars.” Make no mistake about it. He is not the Great I Am, the Creator of all that exists. Rather, the Lord God Almighty metes out justice true to the Great Theorems shaping the balance of life across all heavens and across all time present, past, and future. It matters not, however, His name for purposes of this story. What is most important is His presence among the heavenly bodies: He is the ultimate judge of all that is perfect and beautiful in the continuum of life unending. He looks to the sky’s canvas and consumes information derived from the great voids and the beads of light dotting across Her landscape. And then if He doesn’t see the alignment of heaven’s justice as having resolved the mystery and innocence of the Sacred Feminine He will draw His sword and strike down the earth’s blemishes and imperfections. Poignantly, He is the “Lord of All Resolution.” His most important recognition, however, is that He is the “Lord of Last Resort.” The One who corrects only after all other effort has come to past without success. On His account there is no mercy, there are no miracles, and there is no forgiveness. He has adjudged those weak myths as propagated for convenient lies by those whose sole intention translates the appearance of purity of their garments and the false sanctity of their robes. Being the Lord of Last Resort translates a final showing a necessary condition before His mighty sword strikes down all transgressors and condemns them to an eternity of deep darkness, cold, and unmitigated silence. That is, He must find the final emissary sent by the Sacred Feminine to translate eternal unrest into a peace and happiness forever uninterrupted. By ignoring this last warning, transgressors condemn themselves to the headsman’s block.
To find this last ray of hope among those on earth, the Lord God Almighty must descend and take on a form of life among those whose very well-being depends on the message of salvation’s discernible heart and unbending determination. While He reads the starlit night His ever-present guide, He must nonetheless test her to be sure she, and she alone, is the one known throughout the Kingdom as the “Iron-Will of Faith.” Pursuant to this mission and at this point in time, the Lord of the Antiquities has adopted the seemingly innocuous life of an oriental flea market salesman to disguise His search for the Iron-Will of Faith. He knows her to be alive and waiting for Him somewhere on this planet. The Sacred Feminine has organized the night skies by aligning galaxies, stars, planets, and moons to transmit her cryptic message. As an oriental flea market salesman, He is a purveyor of seemingly worthless trinkets, house wares, and miscellaneous goods sold door-to-door throughout the world’s anointed neighborhoods. Though He has adopted a far eastern form of human existence through which to conduct his search, He has retained his ability to receive messages from above by traditional means. The Great Innocence provides a heavenly sculpted direction that considerably narrows his search. He must traverse only a small area in a seaside California community known as Laguna Beach to find her—the one chosen to bear the great message of last hope before the most severe measure of punishment annihilates irreverent disobedience forever condemned. His name by His Japanese earthly birth is Horisho Tanaka. He is now some eighty-odd years old. He towers other Orientals with His six foot frame. Because of the weight of the goods He carries wrapped in His antique furoshiki perched upon His back, He employs a bamboo walking stick to steady His stride. The walking stick is carved to convey the oft told story of the Seven Samurai; bearing sword upon sword upon sword.
The walking stick’s cryptic message will also convey His identity to the Iron-Will of Faith on their first encounter. Whether she will fully realize it or not, her spirit will capture the ancient Japanese warrior images and process such information as soothing to her soul. His furoshiki is its own canvas of stars, moons, cherry blossoms, and starlings transparently taking flight from one branch to another; all painted in white upon a dark blue background emulating the night sky. He selected this choreographed scene to inform the Chosen One He carries her mission in His heart. He will invest same upon confirming the evidence she is the last emissary endowed by the Sacred Feminine with humanity’s final correction showing: The penultimate showing to hell’s fury arriving. When He solicits the residents of a new home, He typically introduces Himself as Horisho Tanaka, a former temple and shrine caretaker from Chikubu Island in Lake Biwa near the city of Nagahama, Shiga Prefecture, Japan. Chikubu is known as the “Island of the Gods.” Lake Biwa is Japan’s largest freshwater lake. The island is situated in the northern part of the lake. He lived on the island for nearly forty years as the only caretaker of the Hogonji Temple and the Shinto Tsukubusuma Shrine. The temple was originally built in 724 A.D., while the shrine is said to have been established in 420 A.D. Horisho usually explains, while leaning on His walking stick, He was the only caretaker because He was both an Aikido master and a Kendo hanshi (8 th Dan). He was known throughout southern Japan as the “Keeper of Chikubu.” During his caretaker tenure, there wasn’t any crime on Chikubu Island. Today, He continues to inform He loves bringing the history of Japan’s shrines and temples to others throughout the world. He does so by selling his wares and trinkets door-to-door; introducing Japan’s historic culture wherever he goes.
Sensei Tanaka doesn’t look like a typical salesman. His dress today somewhat emulates the historic and modern Japanese warrior. Although he is presently bald and cannot therefore bear the traditional samurai top-knot hairstyle, he adorns a kimono-like jacket known as an Uwangi; similarly patterned to his furoshiki. It is tied around his waist with his black Aikido obi bearing the Japanese script for the art embroidered in a bright white thread: Although his black trousers are not sanctioned Aikido hakama they are similar in that they are pleated and allow for plenty of leg room. Horisho wants to retain his physical flexibility and not be bound by trousers that are a more modern, tighter style. His ensemble is made complete with Zori sandals and traditional black Tabi socks. He appears an ancestral Japanese gentleman. Indeed, He is. Each time the resident of the solicited home allows Horisho to present his wares; the retired Japanese warrior carefully unties his furoshiki. Sensei Tanaka then unfolds its corners to make a large display area. On this cloth, Horisho arranges His carved wood items, trinkets, and wares.
In the higher order quinary system, the primary order is the one at the bottom, while the quinary order is the one at the top. Therefore, her character must be first virtuous and, last, rapturous. This particular evening finds the southern California coastline clear as set against the night sky. The stars, the planets, and the heavens fill the dark night with bright light; all made poignant by a large full moon seemingly its own island set in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The first household He visits is a quiet bungalow. A woman answers the door. She is Hispanic, but nonetheless bears a fair complexion. He begins his introduction: “Good evening, Madam. My name is Horisho Tanaka. I am the retired caretaker of Chikubu Island situated in Lake Biwa in the southern part of Japan. Today, I bring beautiful wares from my homeland to make your home beautiful. I also have a few items many ladies find to be beautiful accessories for their personal needs. If you will allow me only ten minutes of your time, I will display them for your most pleasurable investigation.” Tanaka knows most women cannot turn down a shopping trip brought to their door. This resident proves no different. “Thank you, Mr. Tanaka. My name is Carmen Hernandez. Please come in. My favorite television show starts in fifteen minutes, though. So please show me your wares as quickly as possible.” Horisho enters the lady’s bungalow and notes she is fastidiously tidy. He chooses an area of her living room providing the most space for His display and begins to unfold the furoshiki. Immediately, her eyes fall on the teakwood birdcage housing the starlings. While she glances over his other wares she focuses on this particular commodity and inquires: “What kind of birds are these?”
“ They are Amethyst Starlings,” He responds. “They make wonderful house pets. They will sing their happiness into your heart.” “ How much is the bird cage with the birds?” She asks. “ Only fifty American dollars,” He announces, “a real bargain, Miss Hernandez. The same cage, alone, in Tokyo markets sells for more than twice that amount.” “ Will you take forty dollars for the cage and the birds,” she bargains. Horisho scratches his bald head, and sucks a pile of air between His clenched teeth as He contemplates His response by slightly shaking His head side to side: “No, Miss Carmen. I cannot go quite that low. But, I will take forty-five dollars U.S.” “ Then we have a deal, Mr. Tanaka.” She concludes. “I think the cage with those birds will add music to my kitchen. Let me get the money for you.” As Carmen Hernandez leaves Sensei Tanaka alone in her living room for a few moments, the Caretaker of Chikubu Island begins rewrapping His other wares in His ancient furoshiki. The ritual readies His trek to the next bungalow. At the same time, the Wise One realizes Miss Hernandez is not the Iron-Will of Faith. It was a fairly straightforward matter to discern. Although birds are a metaphor for progression in the will of the Lord of the Ages, the beautiful teakwood bird cage and pair of Amethyst Starlings do not otherwise implicate the Five Harmonies Taxonomy. Moreover, Tanaka did not observe any recognition by Carmen of the meaning of His walking stick’s images. Carmen returned with the money. Horisho bowed as He gave His beautiful gift to her. He then politely bid her good evening as He shuffled down the bungalow’s somewhat curvy entrance sidewalk. He looked to the heavens to confirm His conclusion and then proceeded to the neighboring bungalow. The cool California evening continued to guide His steps as He headed toward His second prospect of the evening in His search for the Iron-Will of Faith.
In not more than fifty paces on leaving Carmen’s beach-side bungalow, Horisho found Himself knocking on her neighbor’s door. While there are some landscaping idiosyncrasies, it appeared to Sensei Tanaka all the bungalows on this street were similarly designed. The bungalows themselves would not offer the Discerning One any clues as to where the Chosen One actually resided. A beautiful 5’2” redhead answered the door wearing a light blue terry-cloth bikini bra and shorts. She politely inquired, “How may I help you?” The Caretaker correspondingly responded, “Good evening, Madam. My name is Horisho Tanaka, the former Caretaker of Chikubu Island, which is situated in Japan’s largest freshwater lake. It is not my intention to interrupt your evening but only to take a few moments to share with you some treasures from my ancestral homeland. If you will allow me your time, I will display beautiful handmade artifacts made of teak, bamboo, gold, silver, and jade.” The lady of the house stepped aside while saying, “Please come in Mr. Tanaka. I have a few moments to peruse your wares. My name is Anastasia Gurevich. I am from Kiev in the Ukraine. And, the most famous thing about me is that my Great-Grandfather was Mikhail Gurevich, the Chief Designer for the Mikoyan-Gurevich Design Bureau. That bureau was responsible for designing all Soviet MiG fighter aircraft during the cold war. Most people find that interesting. That’s why I share it. Would you care for some tea, Mr. Tanaka?” The Empowering One entered a well-designed and tastefully decorated beachside home. Immediately, He knew this woman’s interest would be piqued by the display of His oriental treasures. The Older One responded by commenting, “Please, Ms. Gurevich, I would most certainly enjoy some tea on this beautiful California evening.”
“ Tell me, Mr. Tanaka, did you have evenings as beautiful as this one by the Pacific Ocean while living on your island in the middle of Japan’s largest freshwater lake?” The daughter of the legendary Soviet hero so inquired. “ All my evenings on Chikubu were peaceful, quiet, and inspiring Ms. Gurevich. Have you visited Chikubu in your travels?” The conversation ensued. “ Yes, I spent about a month touring all the shrines of southern Japan,” she responded. “I truly loved my time there.” “ Ah, yes,” He assured, “as I love my time here, no doubt.” The attractive redhead reentered the room with a tray carrying two tea cups and saucers, a tea pot steeping tea, and a small plate of shortbread cookies. The Enlightened One’s eyes lit up when He saw the cookies; He has always had a big appetite for Western cookies. By the time Ms. Gurevich sat down and distributed the tea cups, Sensei Horisho Tanaka had once again unfurled his furoshiki in the most open space on the woman’s living room floor. The various articles were disbursed as if they were buildings situated upon a map. Heaven knows, perhaps the display served yet another Tanaka metaphor intended to ferret the Iron-Will of Faith. There were the items made of teak and bamboo and jewelry boxes with drawers slightly opened. Cloth bags of various colors held items made of gold, silver, or jade peeking from beneath comfortable shelters. Horisho returned to His best sales tactics the way He arranged His wares. He displayed them to entice curiosity and to inspire his subjects to learn the exact contents of cloth bags holding shiny objects.
Upon seating herself, Anastasia Gurevich’s eyes grew wide, her breath seemed to shorten, and goose pimples appeared on her arms. She transparently fixated on a particular black cloth bag holding shiny metallic objects. She reached down to a teakwood jewelry box; the lid was open and a small mirror reflected the gold emerging from its cloth sack. She picked up the cloth sack and removed its contents. There were five gold bangles. Sensei Tanaka carefully watched every aspect of this transaction; one now unfolding for His witness. “ Oh, Mr. Tanaka, these bangles are precious!” She exclaimed. “How much are you asking for them?” “ Ah, you have excellent tastes, Ms. Gurevich,” He coached, “they are made of 24k gold. I am asking $125 U.S. for the entire set. If you want to purchase just one of the bangles, it is $30.” “ Make no mistake about it, Mr. Tanaka,” she continued, “I want all five bangles.” She then placed all five bangles on her right arm. Horisho continued observing her every response to adorning the gold bangles. She stood up and gently shook her arm to appreciate the music the clanging of the bangles created. She smiled, saying, “They are just beautiful, Mr. Tanaka. I will take them. Let me get the money for you.” She then left the Emperor of the Universe to Himself while she visited another room situated off the living room. He afforded her privacy but knew she was most likely visiting her bedroom to retrieve the funds. Tanaka didn’t waste any time in her absence. He immediately rearranged His wares for rewrapping in His furoshiki. He had just finished tying His bundle when she reentered the room.
She handed Him the money, saying, “Here is your one hundred twenty-five dollars Mr. Tanaka. Thank you for dropping by to show me your wares. Please do call on me again.” “ Thank you for your most generous hospitality,” Tanaka responded. “When I restock with new items, I will be sure to call on you once more. Good night.” The Ancient One turned back to watch Anastasia Gurevich, an attractive redhead and the great-granddaughter of a famous Russian aircraft designer, close the door to her bungalow. Horisho turned and looked to the Heavens. He didn’t need any information. He already knew Anastasia Gurevich was not the Iron-Will of Faith. He was just confirming the Heavens had not been rearranged as they, indeed, had not. “ She made the wrong choice,” the Wise One muttered under His breath. He continued His solitary conversation as He made His way to the front door of the next bungalow, but a mere 50 feet away. “ The brightness of Gold is analogous to the brightness of the sun and represents unordered context punishment; the kind of punishment Vesuvius levied upon Pompeii. No, the real Iron-Will of Faith would have chosen the bag holding the five silver bangles. Silver implicates the light of the moon; the night light of the sky. It is the darkness of the night that implicates ordered context punishment; the final punishment only the Iron-Will of Faith can forestall through her final showing for the need to correct corrupt human philosophy. It is impossible that Anastasia Gurevich was the real Iron-Will of Faith. Her earthly responses to the luster of the gold implicated her lusts for the failed philosophy.” By the time He had finished His contemplation, He was already shuffling His way to the front door of the next bungalow. He stopped again, took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly as He looked to the Heavens. His thoughts turned to His quest to find the Iron-Will of Faith.
Once again the Great Jurist used the provided door-knocker to gain the resident’s attention. When the door opened, a shapely Mexican woman appeared silhouetted by the light of lamps juxtaposed behind her. “ Good Evening, My Dear Young Lady,” Horisho said aloud all the while wondering in His mind’s eye why so many beautiful women live among these bungalows. “It must be the temptation and allure of the waves rushing to shore,” He silently concluded. “ My name is Horisho Tanaka and this evening it is my pleasure to bring Japan’s treasures for your perusal. If you will allow me, I have artifacts made of teakwood, bamboo, gold, silver, and jade; all depicting ancestral Japanese culture. Ten minutes of your time is all I ask,” concluded the Caretaker. “ Welcome to my home, Mr. Tanaka, my name is Isabella Kassia Diego de la Vega. My family is from Rosarito Beach, Mexico; just south of Tijuana. I am staying here in our Laguna Beach vacation home to enjoy a few weeks of quiet solitude. Please come in. May I offer you a beverage?” “ Thank you, Ms. Diego de la Vega, for your kindness. However, I just finished a cup of tea at your neighbor’s before knocking on your door.” The Lord of the Antiquities begged off. “ May I unfurl my furoshiki there in that space on the floor of your living room?” The Ancient Salesman questioned. “ Of course, Mr. Tanaka, please do so. By the way, I love your attire. I, too, once practiced Aikido.” The shapely resident advised. “ Ah, yes, it is quite obvious, isn’t it? I am an Aikido master and a Kendo hanshi. But, believe me, I am quite the peaceful sort endowed with a quiet soul.” He impressed.
As Sensei Tanaka arranged His display of wares, He couldn’t help but notice that Isabella Kassia Diego de la Vega had become transfixed on a particular jewelry box He had just arranged. It had a bonsai carving on its lid. Inside, a mirror reflected a white cloth bag containing five silver bangles. Not just any silver bangles, but the bangles endowed with the spirit of the Five Harmonies Taxonomy. His excitement grew as He watched her to learn whether she was, indeed, the Iron-Will of Faith; the object of His mission on earth. Isabella leaned over and carefully picked up the jewelry box. She gently removed the white cloth bag, insuring its contents remained enclosed. She set the white bag to the side and carefully studied the drawers, lid, cover, and bottom of the teakwood jewelry box. She broke the ice for the Great One by asking, “How much is this jewelry box, Mr. Tanaka? It is adorable!” “ Unfortunately Ms. Diego de la Vega, you have chosen my most expensive jewelry box. I must receive a minimum of one hundred twenty-five American dollars to let you have it.” He pitched to her through His not-so-transparent disappointment. “ Better yet, Madam, if you will also take the five silver bangles,” He cagily proffered, “I will let you have both for only two hundred dollars in United States currency; a savings of twenty-five dollars. Here, why don’t you try the bangles on?” With that Sensei Tanaka removed the five silver bangles from the white cloth bag He had used as their shelter. However, Isabella was quick to respond. “ That’s all right, Mr. Tanaka, I have many fine silver bangles from the great mines of Mexico. No, I am only interested in the jewelry box. I simply adore the bonsai carving and the finely polished teakwood. I am willing to pay you only one hundred dollars American, though.” She waited for the Wise One’s response.
Characteristically, Horisho clenched His teeth, and while sucking a deep breath between their small gaps, He shook His head from side to side saying, “I don’t know Ms. Diego de la Vega, that’s too much of a reduction in the meager price for such a priceless artifact. Understand I have carefully carried these treasures from the soul of Japan to bring to you this great opportunity. No, I must have at least one hundred ten American dollars, not any less.” “ Well, all right, Mr. Tanaka. We have a deal, then. I really love the box. Let me get the money.” She lamented. With that, Isabella Kassia Diego de la Vega left the Lord of All Resolution on His knees in her living room while she fetched her purse from the kitchen counter visible from their previous position. Meanwhile, the Almighty One carefully placed the five silver bangles in a new cloth; one made of turquoise velour. Then He rewrapped His wares in His ancient furoshiki and tied the ends of the cloth as if it was a samurai’s top-knot. When Isabella returned to her living room and the presence of the Dominion of All Punishment, Horisho rose to His feet. He handed her the jewelry box. She handed Him the money. He bowed ever so slightly saying, “Thank you, Ms. Diego de la Vega; if you shall so allow I would like to return with new items from my homeland at some time in the future.” “ That is fine with me, Mr. Tanaka. Understand I share my time between the two beach cities: Laguna and Rosarito. You will have to come at a time when you catch me in the United States.” With that adieu, the Lord of All Transitions walked into the aging California evening. He wondered whether He properly translated the Sacred Feminine’s coded message regarding the whereabouts of the Iron-Will of Faith. To verify as much, He turned His baldness to the Heavens and looked beyond the full moon now penetrating all darkness. Shaking His head in want of understanding, He shuffled along the weather beaten sidewalk to make His way to the next bungalow.
“ She certainly was not the Iron-Will of Faith,” He considered, “She wouldn’t even try on the silver bangles representing the Five Harmonies Taxonomy. Instead she merely settled on ‘Monsieur Bonsai.’ Certainly, the tree has its metaphorical prescription for hierarchical-based impossibility-resolved social choice theory. But that does not implicate the soul of the one chosen; the one set for mankind’s salvation against the final judgment impending.” Concluding that thought, He arrived at the next bungalow. His hand reached for the knocker. However, before He could complete His first introduction, the door opened to His surprise. “ Good evening, Mr. Tanaka, I didn’t mean to startle you. But, word travels fast down our street. My neighbors couldn’t wait to tell me how much they enjoyed your company and the opportunity to shop among your wares. Do come in. I am pleased to meet you. My name is Suzanne Sestrenka.” “ I see,” wondered the Brilliant One, “the telephone lines are busy in your neighborhood. I like that. It makes introduction an unnecessary prerequisite. Shall we proceed with your viewing of the artifacts from My ancestral homeland, then?” “ Please do proceed, Mr. Tanaka,” she concluded with enthusiastic anticipation. Horisho winced as His earthly eighty-some-odd-year-old frame descended to Suzanne Sestrenka’s living room floor. For the fourth time this evening, He centered His furoshiki before Him and unlaced its samuraian knot. Miss Sestrenka watched as He carefully placed each artifact in a preordained location on the furoshiki. It was clear to Sensei Tanaka Suzanne Sestrenka watched His movements as if there were a hidden message cast upon the opened furoshiki as defined by the careful placement of the oriental treasures.
Immediately and without any suggestive selling on the part of the Great One, Suzanne gravitated toward the turquoise velour bag and opened it to inspect the silver treasure peeking from within its boundaries. She removed the five silver bangles. Tanaka quietly held His breath and intently observed her every movement, from head to toe, if not her every thought. From His sitting position, He spiritually circumnavigated her body to inspect every critical response she surrendered as she held the five bangles in her hands. Suzanne placed the five bangles on her right arm. She then raised her arm to allow the five bangles to traverse her forearm and come to rest near her elbow. Tanaka observed nary a transformation from any surrounding angle of perception. Miss Sestrenka removed the five silver bangles from her wrist and then returned them to the turquoise velour bag. Whereupon she picked up the white cloth bag holding three silver bangles. She removed them from their hiding place and slipped the three bangles over her right wrist. Tanaka continued carefully observing Suzanne Sestrenka’s every breath, her every promise representing. He noted she had become much more serene and seemed to be more at peace. Her skin glowed. She radiated a defining innocence. For His part, Tanaka immediately discounted such information as a false prophet. She cannot be the Chosen One because the three silver bangles, at best, represents the Holy Ghost’s ordered progressive content in the Trinity; the one including the Father and Son, as well. “ This is not about their business,” the Determining Jurist muttered under His breath. This is about correcting the corruption of the philosophy of the human condition. Suzanne finally spoke, “Mr. Tanaka, I really find these three silver bangles much more desirable than the set of five silver bangles. I adore the fact they have an etching along their edges while the five silver bangles seem very plain to me. How much will you charge me for taking this lesser treasure from your inventory?”
Once again, the world’s Greatest Salesman adopted His favorite negotiating tactic. But this time He added another dimension. In addition to clenching his teeth and sucking air as He turned his baldness from side to side He used His right hand to stroke His chin and His invisible Fu-Manchu. Taking a break from His passion for air sucking, He looked at His latest customer and said, “One hundred dollars American money, Ms. Sestrenka.” She seemed to be startled at His pricing declaration. She gasped slightly and responded, “I see, Mr. Tanaka. Well, I like them so much I shall agree to your price.” The tall, slender brunette reached into her apron pocket and removed a small coin purse. She opened it and casually perused its contents before reaching in and removing a folded, but crisp, one hundred dollar U.S. bill. She handed it to the Caretaker of Chikubu Island. “ Here you are, Mr. Tanaka, may I keep the white cloth bag as well?” She negotiated. “ Please, Miss Sestrenka, it is expected to accommodate your purchase accordingly. I will take but another minute of your time while I rewrap my wares.” With that, Sensei Tanaka centered the artifacts for rewrapping in His ancient furoshiki; a cloth painted by His grandmother more than one hundred years ago. As the Wise One bid a good evening to His latest purchaser and left her watching Him move down her entry walk, He stopped at the path along the beaches penultimate to reaching the Pacific Ocean. He crouched down in His favorite contemplative position and recounted the events of the evening just transpired. First, He met Carmen Hernandez. She purchased the finely made teakwood birdcage and the pair of Amethyst Starlings. While the birds implicate competent progression; they do not otherwise implicate the Five Harmonies Taxonomy. This is important because there is no basis for the real Iron-Will of Faith to be drawn to such a meaningless commodity.
Next, Horisho recollected His time spent with Anastasia Gurevich from Kiev in the Ukraine. While she was certainly a beautiful redhead and that terry-cloth blue bikini was a fabulous fashion statement, He had to conclude she was not the Iron-Will of Faith. Miss Gurevich purchased five gold bangles, which merely sound in Vesuvian unordered context punishment. His purpose in finding the Iron-Will of Faith is to afford humanity with one last chance to avoid ordered context punishment. When it comes to the consequences of its judgment there are no miracles, there is no forgiveness, and, most importantly, there is no mercy. No, He was certain Anastasia Gurevich was also not the one He was sent to find. His third customer of the night was Isabella Kassia Diego de la Vega from Rosarito Beach, Mexico. She purchased the bonsai carved teakwood jewelry box. While the tree implicates hierarchical-based impossibility-resolved social choice theory it does not implicate the Five Harmonies Taxonomy. The taxonomy is a necessary prerequisite for the Holy One to discern before investing the Iron-Will of Faith with the greatest wisdom ever revealed; the showing intended to provide humankind its last opportunity for correcting its corrupt philosophical condition. Finally, He last met Suzanne Sestrenka. She purchased His three silver bangles. She firstly and uneventfully tried on the all so critical five silver bangles. There was no tell-tale response as she adorned the nexus to the Five Harmonies Taxonomy. The three silver bangles purchased by Suzanne Sestrenka are limited to the mere message represented by understanding the Trinity’s significance. It was as if a great weight remained set upon His shoulders. Tanaka looked toward the Heavens; but only silence ensued. He knew this meant only one thing: "Keep moving, you haven’t found her yet."
He used His warrior’s carved walking stick to hoist once again His earthly aging frame to its six foot height. He turned toward the bungalow set upon a relative promontory bar of sand. Its lights were yet dim from this distance. But, Horisho focused on it with an energy renewed in a commitment to find her. The hour was getting late. Horisho noticed it was just past 8 p.m. as He was leaving Suzanne Sestrenka’s bungalow. By the time He mounted the winding staircase up to the bungalow perched atop a mounding sand bar it was sure to be 8:15 p.m. He realized the next customer if he or she so allowed, would be His last bid for the evening. Fortunately, the lights of the abode were yet alit; sheltering the winding entry way against the night darkness enveloping. The Caretaker of Chikubu leaned on His Seven Samurai walking stick with each step proceeding. Finally, He reached the front door and took the knocker in His available left hand and pounded it gently but assuredly against the door, as if He was begging the door open. The front porch light flickered on as if lighting the dark crevices of a movie set. The door opened. What Horisho witnessed startled His aging six foot frame and rallied His earthly existence to a rising crescendo. She was drop-dead gorgeous. His eyes grew as He found it difficult to speak. “ Good evening, Miss, my name is Horisho Tanaka. I come from southern Japan. Most particularly, I am the retired Caretaker of Chikubu Island for the past forty years. The island is situated in Japan’s largest inland body of water: Lake Biwa. Now, in my retirement, I am bringing beautiful treasures from my homeland to the peoples of this country for their enjoyment. I have artifacts made of teak, bamboo, gold, silver, and jade. If you would allow just a small amount of your time, I will display these items for your pleasure and, perhaps, your purchase.”
It was no wonder Tanaka was sent back to His youth. What His eyes continued to witness standing at the door was quintessential beauty and inspiring youth. She was a transparent bleach blonde gorgeous contribution to the definition of woman on the planet; at least that is what He discerned in His now confused state of existence. She was moderately tall by either Japanese or American standards. Poignantly, she was incessantly tanned everywhere His eyes could observe and probably in places His eyes would be forced to undress. Her hair seemed a wildish concoction resting askew on her bare shoulders. She wore a shortened tank top revealing both a demanding cleavage and a bare tanned tummy. Her figure heralded the times of sand expiring. She was also wearing the shortest denim cut-offs Horisho had ever seen. Her legs descending were shapely and the most photogenic He had ever known to have been announced. Finally, her mouth opened and her flowing words awakened the Lord of the Kingdom into a reality now pressing. Her hand shot out to greet Him; unabashedly taking agedness in stride, saying, “Hi! I’m Brigitte Courvoisier. My family’s from San Diego. We have this fabulous bungalow in Laguna Beach as a respite from the demands of daily life. I came up here for a few days to contemplate a decision I’m about to make. But, tonight I have time for a visitor. Come in, please. Shall I call you Horisho or is Mr. Tanaka your preference?” The Determiner of All Fate responded in quasi-confidence, “Please call me Horisho. May I call you Brigitte?” “ Please do so, Horisho. May I offer you a beverage: Tea or coffee? I just brewed a pot of Starbucks French Roast to help me make it through the night. I love strong coffee.” “ Yes, that will be fine young lady. I enjoy a strong coffee. I prefer mine black, please.” Was the answer provided by Justice Arriving.
He watched as Brigitte sashayed her curvaceous figure to the kitchen just out of view. Meanwhile, Horisho forced His thoughts to focus on His purpose; quietly renewing His commitment to find the Iron-Will of Faith. He wondered how many more days would be required before He found her; learning whether her surrender would be the fated calling. Coming back to a momentary reality, the Guardian of Heaven’s Definition untied and unfurled His ancient furoshiki and carefully displayed its contents according to the cryptic message intended: I am the Lord of the Universe, the Judge of All Souls. I have come here to find her; the one chosen to bring the last message of salvation to all humanity waiting for judgment on this planet. I will learn whether you are her. You cannot hide from me. The message was not cast among the artifacts, but in that part of the furoshiki yet revealed by the gaps intervening. If, by chance, the precocious Brigitte Courvoisier was, indeed, the one He was seeking, she would understand this message in her soul. Miss Courvoisier returned with a pot of coffee, two cups and chocolate wafer cookies filled with a brownish substance. She explained. “ The cookies are Paul Newman’s Peanut Butter Chocolate Wafer cookies. Have you tried them yet, Horisho?” She unwittingly enquired of the Fate of All Fates. “ No child, I haven’t yet enjoyed these American delicacies,” He returned as He irresistibly studied the beauty in her face. He could scarcely remove His eyes from this canvas. He searched her movements as she set the tray down on a nearby table, removed the items from within its boundaries, and poured coffee; first for Him and then for her. She took a seat while pushing the plate of cookies toward Him.
At the same time, her eyes drifted to the unfurled furoshiki. She seemed to pause; it being unclear whether she was just staring into the darkness of the deep blue awaiting her consumption or whether she was contemplating a future now at hand. Sensei Tanaka seized the moment. In a comforting voice He gently inquired, “Brigitte, is your heart troubled such as to sequester your presence here away from your family?” “ I wouldn’t call it ‘trouble’ Horisho. I came here to reflect on a decision I am about to make. For the first time in my life, I may move away from my family to pursue a dream I find both consuming and unrelenting.” She started. “ Well, then, it sounds like a dream cast in the favor of your heart. Is that so, Brigitte?” He asked. “ I hope so, Horisho, I hope so. Through my father I learned about a man in Tucson, Arizona. I believe I am meant to be with him. He doesn’t yet know I exist. But, I am so consumed in loving him that’s all I think about each and every day, the whole day through. I am trying to decide whether I should move there to meet him and to learn whether love waits.” She confessed to the Purveyor of Dreams. “ You seem to be a woman who is capable of finding counsel in her own heart. You need no wisdom instilled; I can tell your heart is filled with a purity endowed.” This was the complement provided her by Chikubu’s Hero in Absence. As He finished speaking He again noticed Brigitte’s attention to be captured by His display. While He consumed this evidence, He proceeded in a noncommittal manner. “ Do any items immediately hold your attention hostage, Miss Courvoisier?” Tanaka tilted His head to be lower than hers to again capture her eyes; eyes rivaling the blue of the great ocean not more than one hundred feet away.
The question seemed to shake the bleached blonde’s thoughts into a conscious awareness. She responded by picking up the turquoise velour bag proximate to her left foot. She noted, “This is a lovely color of turquoise, Horisho. What treasures are you keeping secret within its veil?” “ Please inspect the items at your discretion, Brigitte. I am here merely to assist your understanding of such treasured artifacts heralding from the soul of Japan.” He returned to comfort her freedom to choose the path now lying ahead; a path that may yet include taking her to the realization of her Arizona dreams. Brigitte’s slender fingers, tanned in a harmony coextensive, untied the string securing the bag’s contents against escape, planned or inadvertent. She slipped her hand inside the bag and removed its contents: The Five Silver Bangles implicating the Five Harmonies Taxonomy appeared among her slender fingers. She commented to no one in particular, “These are incredibly gorgeous bangles.” The whole time, Horisho is observing her every move; her breath, the blinking of her eyes. His spirit is circumnavigating her presence. He peeks over her shoulder while at the same time He looks down at the contents through her eyes. His view is as omniscient as His will ordained. Taking the five silver bangles from the turquoise bag in her left hand Brigitte rose to her feet. She proceeded to slip each bangle on her right arm, squishing her right hand together to enable the tiny circumference to pass over and above her wrist. Her eyes grew wide and a smile overcame her existence as if to fill her entire face with a pleasured delight. Like a child, she shook her wrist to listen to the clanging of the bangles. Then as if by a script written ages before this moment transcending, Brigitte raised her forearm and the bangles, in a collective concert, huddled toward her right elbow. That’s when the most amazing thing happened.
Horisho had also risen to His feet as He continued His panoramic discernment of the sexy young beauty; the one now arriving as the angel announced across the heavens. He, too, witnessed the amazing transformation unfolding. The five silver bangles jangled toward Brigitte’s right elbow as gravity prevailed the moment she raised her right hand toward the bungalow’s ceiling. The heat of the moment was thereupon unequivocally announced. Horisho witnessed the heated passion of Brigitte’s blood effusing the collective bangles now completely in contact with tanned skin. That is, the Caretaker of Chikubu was witnessing Brigitte’s blood flowing through the five silver bangles in a river of heated passion unleashing its own fury. The heat was so intense the room suddenly grew many degrees warmer than moments preceding. Horisho observed the heat to be so intense it was causing the silver bangles to bend in a uniform dance around Brigitte’s forearm, emulating the waves of the great neighboring ocean. Concomitantly, the five bangles melded together in two points diametrically opposite one to the other. That is, what were once five separate silver bangles had now become a bracelet of silver forming an infinite loop of wave upon wave circumnavigating Brigitte’s forearm. Brigitte witnessed this transformation, too. She could not escape the reality of the moment. She was startled by these unforeseen events as they now transpired. She raised her head to look at the Greatest One to learn whether this was some magic trick or to garner some other logical explanation.
What she saw forever changed her life, leading her to a destiny ordained across the Heavens, proclaimed among the arrangement of the planets, and declared by the dancing light of the stars set upon the night canvas. He stood there a pillar set upon a stoic intention. His eyes were clear and unequivocally demanding. He focused on Brigitte’s eyes as her head raised; refusing to release her until He was sure she was endowed an ageless beauty among the gods of time immemorial. At this moment, Brigitte Courvoisier was transfixed; lost in His eyes. Her body began to tremble while her right forearm remained ablaze in a loving passion. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t move. He didn’t breathe. He stood there empowering her in the Gospel Truth Unchanging, her mission now anointed in the pleasure of all history determined. He knew beyond all doubt, the Iron-Will of Faith now stood before Him. She was consuming the secrets of His soul; the soul of the Lord God Almighty. He also knew at this moment she was unequivocally His servant. Whereupon Brigitte’s eyes fell to the Lord’s walking stick. She searched the entirety of the message, turning the stick in her hand. The secrets of the Seven Samurai were now her possession; sword upon sword upon sword penetrated her existence. Her soul had been redefined in a truth that had never before been made so clear to her; though she recognized it had always been resident in her soul. Tanaka remained the Rock of the Ages for her comfort. He peered into her soul to find the odyssey of His search. And, there it was: The Five Harmonies Taxonomy. He instantly understood the Wisdom of the Sacred Feminine’s purpose in delivering the Chosen One in such a human form.
At that moment, the Lord of All Resolution recognized Brigitte Courvoisier bore a virtuous existence. He saw her virginity as the ambassadress of unquestionable innocence. He looked at her shoulders and knew her strength to be an unflinching courage. Convinced of her sensual fare, He confirmed her message would be seductively delivered. Her mouth continued to be shaped in words persuasive. Certainly, such words would be translated by a showing as unequivocal as her interpretation of the night. By this account, the Lord of Confirmation knew she would be propagable in her ordination. Finally, He knew by the petals He spiritually witnessed falling from her hair and passing through her heart left a trail ensuing for others to follow, she was rapturous. Indeed, the Lord of the Night concluded Brigitte Courvoisier to be the Iron-Will of Faith. At last, He had found her. For her part, Brigitte seemed to exist beyond the limits of her body. Her soul was now resident on the outside of her tanned, smooth skin. Her inner beauty had conquered her physical existence. This was her calling. She had passed through the transformation of perpetual innocence a beauty bearing witness to the Lord’s eternal pleasure. Her body continued to shake. The realization of the moment had clearly overcome her presence, her right of mind. Her entire past congealed in the rapture of the moment as she realized before whom she was standing. The weight of Heaven’s angels now sitting upon her shoulders drove her to her knees. She grabbed the left leg of His trousers while concomitantly grabbing the walking stick of the Seven Samurai. She pleaded from the depths of her sobbing soul, “My Lord, how may I serve you?” THE END
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