“DANTESHWARI HAS SUMMONED YOU AND YOU HAVE ANSWERED HER CALL!” A voice calls out, echoing through the chamber and I recognize it. I look upwards to the altar and there stands Naija, the old holy woman. She stands tall and proud, powerful despite her age or perhaps because due to it. She slowly turns and looks at each of us.
“YOUR DREAMS HAVE BROUGHT YOU HERE TO RECEIVE THE BLESSINGS OF THE MOTHER GODDESS — TO EMBRACE THE LOVE OF DANTESHWARI. ARE YOU PREPARED?”
As one, we all cry out, “YES!” our voices full of carnal desire. Deep inside me, I am amazed that I feel no fear, that this moment seems perfectly normal, that this sort of thing happens everyday to a girl born in Northern Alabama.
Naija holds up her arms to the cavern ceiling. “IN THE ANCIENT PAST, IN TERRIBLE AND BLOODY TIMES, DANTESHWARI CALLED UPON OUR VILLAGE TO DEFEND HER IN A TIME OF WAR AND STRIFE. OUR VILLAGE GAVE HER OUR HELP WILLINGLY AND WITHOUT HESITATION. OUR LOSSES WERE HORRIFIC, BUT IN THE END, DANTESHWARI WAS VICTORIOUS AND SAFE FOR ALL ETERNITY.”
As the old woman speaks, it seems as if she begins to change. Perhaps my vision is failing, but there seems to multiples of her, diverging and coalescing constantly. Before my eyes she seems to become younger and somehow more than human. Naija looks at each of us, her eyes becoming brilliant and of all colors. Suddenly she is more than herself and I behold a beautiful woman, hair flowing long and black, her body now naked and dusky and lush and fertile. Her essence seems to cry out, “Behold, I am female — I am motherhood incarnate!”
In awe, I realize I am in the presence of a Goddess or at the very least, her avatar on Earth. “IN GRATITUDE, DANTESHWARI MADE A PACT WITH THE WIDOWED WOMEN OF THE VILLAGE. ONCE EACH GENERATION, THOSE WOMEN WHO HAVE LOST THEIR BELOVED WILL HAVE ANOTHER. DANTESHWARI WILL OFFER THOSE WHOM SHE HAS MARKED THEIR TRUE LOVE, THEIR INTENDED SOUL MATE. THE MARKED OF DANTESHWARI WILL HAVE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN TRULY APPRECIATE A MOTHER’S LOVE!” A thrill runs through me. My dream lover? Is he here? Is my dream about to become reality and come to fruition?
Niaja/Danteshwari lowers her voice, yet it becomes more powerful, more melodious and beautiful. I recognize the words even as I recognize the lovely voice.
“BEHOLD — YOU ARE THE CHOSEN OF DANTESHWARI. EMBRACE THE BLESSINGS AND THE REBIRTH SHE OFFERS YOU NOW. OPEN YOUR HEART AND NOW LOVE FOR ALL ETERNITY. ACCEPT THE SACRED GIFTS OF LOVE AND FAMILY AND BE AS ONE. YOU ARE THE BLESSED OF DANTESHWARI!”
There is movement in the shadows. I sense the approach of someone. Towering over me suddenly is my dream lover. His smooth, muscular body looms over me, having come up from behind. He is naked and he is hard. I yearn to reach up and take his erect penis and draw him inside me, but I cannot move. His face is in shadow, but I see his brilliant blue eyes, peering intently, hungrily at me from the darkness. His cock stretches out above my face — if I could move, I could raise my head just slightly and lick it.