Atlantis 3500 BCE / Atlanta 2000 CE
Two young women, one born on the ancient cosmopolitan Minoan island of Atlantis, one in contemporary politically-charged Atlanta,Georgia, might seem to have little in common. However both are guided by the profound power of the Creatress, and find their lives filled with more admiration, adventure and accomplishments than mortals ordinarily imagine.
Thalia and Amber are both raised in loving communities with heavy expectations for the two from even before their birth. They grow up in very different cultures yet each shares a deep attachment to the spiritual. Thalia is a theologian thoughtfully following her life's vocation in her own unique way which under the proper circumstances may allow her to transcend the physical. Amber is a passionate and ambitious young archaeologist while in her desire to uncover clues to the ancient world, will eventually experience danger that whirls her carefully structured life plan into confusion.
"For this very reason, make every effort to add to your Faith, goodness;
and to goodness, knowledge;
and to knowledge, self-control,
and to self-control, perseverance;
and to perseverance, godliness;
and to godliness, kindness;
and to kindness, love.
For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure,
they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive
in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ."
2 Peter 1: 5-8
"Cleanliness is next to godliness."
Our Mothers, Grandmothers, Great Grandmothers ad infinitum
"Perhaps we can find both godliness and purity of spirit somewhere between perseverance and kindness." Βίκη
Chapter 1 AN ISLAND IS BLESSED
"Giggling, giggling girls, I'm blowing your giggles out the window, through the city to visit the Parthenon and then over the sea they go!"
"Can they swim?" shouts Kerasina offering her last strong efforts to find wakefulness; although anyone could see she was succumbing to the bone tired exhaustion from a day full of fresh air, the sea and play.
"No, they fly!" exclaims her Theia Angelika.
"They fly?" Amber calls out theatrically. Her incredulous disbelief stretches from her pillow to her elegant mother's ears. "Do giggles have wings?"
Once again the bed bounces and wobbles uncontrollably with giggles as the two girls pat each other on the back for their great effort at rebellion. "No!" the giggles mean. "No!" to sleep, "No!" to pretty, petite and easily flustered Angelika abandoning them for Athens.
Every night before bedtime they help her dress and apply make up with the hopes she will be so impressed with their efforts she will abandon her date and spend the whole evening at home . . . with them. She is their very own real live chocolate fashion doll with more designer accoutrements of bags, scarves, jewelry, hats and gloves than any child could want for a plain common plastic doll.
During a few stolen moments each day the girls conspire over Angelika's "perfect personal style" by searching in her closets, drawers and makeup cases when the adults are too busy to notice their clandestine activities.
They spend long planning sessions shading themselves in the cool jasmine scented garden studying Greek fashion magazines and the designer catalogs of Billy Cost and Raxevsky. They agreed they will know when they find Angelika's very best special look the evening she decides to stay home and reward them with her company.
. . . even though it will mean her photo wouldn't be in the newspapers or magazines, . . . nor will they see her walking on the arm of some handsome Greek actor on the "Who's IN in Athena?" television program.
It doesn't matter. It's always better to have her all for them selves. Anyway they already had lots of newspaper clippings in their scrapbooks and they were tired of giving up more fun things trying to copy from the television with videotape fleeting moments of their resident socialite.
Angelika puckered her perfectly shaped rosy-red lips and gently blew their giggles away as once again she tucked Amber and Kerasina into the bed pulling the cool linen sheet tightly over their small wiggling bodies and tucking it tightly under the mattress everywhere possible.
"Eew! Mom, you have bad breath," Amber squiggles her nose in pretend disgust.
"Oh, no, I'm not going to tickle you for saying that. Straighten out that nose!"
Amber sticks out her tongue at her cousin, Kerasina who is gazing as adoringly as possible into her aunt's eyes while offering assurances, "Your breath smells sweeter than all the flowers in the city!"
". . . than all the flowers in Greece!" Amber corrected.
". . .than all the flowers in Outer Space!" Kerasina, although younger was not to be outdone.
The giggles started again but they sounded weak with sleepiness. Angelika retucks the sheet for good measure, calmly walking around the bed as her voice gently starts a new version of their favorite bedtime story.
"I'm going to tell you a story about a little girl that grew up a long time ago and far, far away, but first, so you can understand how wise she became I'm going to start at the very beginning!"
"When she was born?"
"When her Daddy and Mommy met?"
The girls looked at each other with wide wondering eyes. "What beginning?" they shout together.
"I'm going to start at the very beginning of our time and space!" Angelika whispers excitedly.
"Oh," Amber explains knowingly to her smaller cousin, "science fiction!"
Her mother hears and with a gentle laugh explains, "A little bit science and a whole lot of mythology, we're in the land of myths after all!"
"Yaay!" Her newly cooperative listeners shout out. Amber and Angelika diligently arrange their dolls and stuffed toys appropriately around and between them. Finally, holding hands, settling against their lacy white pillows they look expectantly up at their very own personal storyteller.
In a softly serious voice the story begins.
Amber smiles as she remembers those sweet Greek summer nights, the courtyard next to the bedroom lit magnificently by sparkling constellations almost, but not quite, in her reach. If only she could have stretched her small fingers a little tiny bit farther! Drifting off to sleep near the windows, so tall and so wide open, feeling like a jasmine petal floating in the soft breeze under the stars.
In her soft contralto story-telling voice Angelika starts quietly spinning a magical bedtime story at the beginning of time, when the Goddess created Earth and its residents, the human race. Amber and Kerasina gently push each other as they strain to hear the first words. Theia Angelika's hypnotic voice allows them to let go of their fully lived day and weave her story into their dreams.
"In the beginning the Creatress exists only as energy. Suddenly, in a moment of divine inspiration the infinitely expanding Universe is born with a fission of fire, minerals and gasses.
She is and She sees the Universe. With great patience the Supreme Being considers all that develops from Her creation and all that dwindles afterwards. From the macro to the micro nothing misses Her attentive gaze.
Great suns once volatile with frenzied atoms; now collapse and contract into impenetrable black holes. Comets formed in the beginning from dust, water and ice sputter recklessly into neighboring solar systems.
Large spheres catch smaller spheres and hold them in orbit with the power of gravitational pull. Expanses of land are exposed as omnipresent seas recede. Emerging under Her watchful eye are plants, animals and every living thing. Fertile planets evolve on which She places creatures possessing a physical body and a spiritual self, a conscience and a free will.
Firstly She creates the mother, μητέρα, after Her own image. The mother exists closest to nature; inheriting a womb, a μήτρα, with the capacity to create life. Secondly, the Supreme Being creates the father, πατέρα, who will be involved for a few spiritual moments in the conception of new life. The woman is responsible for initiating the man into the realm of creation. When these two perfect halves are brought together in sacred love they are capable of forming a complete new being.
With the passing of eternity, during her circumspect vigil She observes that some of these creatures, the human beings, mature with graciousness and others become awkward with no sense of Her spiritual gifts. Finally, Her vigilance brings Her satisfaction. A golden race of humans arises on earth, the inhabitants of the island of Kallisti. This fledgling race of people conducts itself with distinction along a path of moral excellence. They are judicious, hardworking and generous. The Creatress decides to reward them by bestowing upon them the patronage of Poseidon, god of the sea.
Using as her intermediaries the cooperative Eros and the unaware virgin mortal named Kleito; the Creatress binds Poseidon to Kallisti, an island full of natural beauty and a most promising community of worshippers.
Kallisti seems to float peaceably like the loveliest lily on a pond in the middle of the True Ocean. Her name fittingly means ‘the most beautiful'. The hearts of her people are filled with enough love and respect to honor their Goddess, the Creatress, as well as the god of the sea. They worship the Creatress above all; yet they also offer Poseidon his due adoration since so many of their luxuries and adventures exist due to his generosity.
Poseidon admires the people of Kallisti for their iron-like determination and authentic character. There exists another reason Poseidon gifts Kallisti more than any
other: because it is where true love stumbles upon him. He loves a mortal woman he meets one day when resting under the blossoming shade of almond trees. A day that did not seem at all promising at its start . . .
Poseidon stares impatiently down into the harbor; he is in a bad mood. This is not how he intended to spend his day. The nymphs are again impossibly irritating with their need for attention. In order to trick these playful young goddesses he has taken the form of a strapping young farmer and fled to the island of Kallisti; without realizing he has been led there by divine intervention.
Poseidon sits on a hill overlooking the main harbor, lazily noticing the snow still clinging to the mountain tops of Keiftu, the island on the southern horizon. As he breathes in the fresh scents of spring he relaxes until finally the whirring sounds of bees seeking pollen soothe him into a doze under the spring shade of an almond tree.
Kleito did not know when they first met that he is a god. She only intends to collect a bouquet of almond blossoms to offer the Goddess. The signs of a promising spring thrill Kleito. She follows a delicate path magically formed as some of the white and pink petals decorating the trees drift to the ground in a southwesterly breeze. Smiling to herself she offers a prayer, "Great Creatress, you are all that is good. Thank you for your guarantee that the resurrection of the earth's bounty is soon to arrive."
Skipping and singing while collecting blossoms Kleito trips and falls beneath a tree. In her abandon she hasn't noticed a reclining shape on the ground. She has tripped over the legs of a young man resting in the shade.
As she gazes into his eyes first with surprise then with an unexplainable recognition, he gently takes her into his arms. He teases her and tickles her. She enchants him. The purring of turtle doves' song accompanies their cozy conversation. The moon rises and moves across the sky as they talk for hours.
As they study the moon's companions, the stars, the patterns remind them of their own personal stories. Thoughts and memories are shared freely between the two. It is as if some greater power has put them together to create happiness
Feeling a deep bond with one another, they consummate their love. The first of their five sets of twins is conceived in the pinkish silvery light of dawn.
Poseidon learns the ecstasy of human joy from Kleito. In Kleito he finds a true companion. This mortal virgin returns his love without his needing to use trickery or bribes. It is not only passion that binds him to her; he is bound to her in loving friendship. He looks forward to their relationship enduring happily for many decades, for the rest of Kleito's life.
In good time Kleito gives birth to five sets of twins. Poseidon has never known such pride and happiness. He nurtures his children, ten fine sons, and demands from them behavior befitting those who are half-mortal and half-god.
He creates a unique homage to Kleito and their children by encircling the hilltop of their first meeting with a series of three circular canals fed by sea water. He separates the canals with two circular strips of land. In this way the natural harbor of Kallisti has been transformed into a work of art, a delight to the eye surpassing no other on the shores of the True Ocean.
Walls plated with oricalchum, tin and bronze separate the circular bands of land and sea. The sheen of the metals reflects the dawn light onto the surface of the water creating a heavenly glow of otherworldly shimmer.
As the first born son of their first set of twins, Atlas, grows into from puberty into adulthood Kallisti is renamed Atlantis, ‘Atlas' island'. Atlas is given the job of overseeing his nine brothers as they each govern equal portions of the island.
From Her vantage point the Creatress looks upon these changes to the island with satisfaction. She then looks forward more than five thousand years to a time when the island's steep volcano-ravaged shores are known as Santorini. She sees couples who have arrived from all over the world to vow devotion to one another in wedding ceremonies held as the setting Mediterranean sun sinks into a sea of shimmering colors.
And She says, "This is good."