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Return of the Prodigal Lover,the Everlasting Yea & New Life-Chpt 29 of Spiritus Mundi the OWS Novel

  • Note: This is Chapter 29 of Spiritus Mundi, the Occupy Movement Novel by Robert Sheppard Serialized Free Online Weekly for the Movement Copyright Robert Sheppard 2012 All Rights Reserved Licensed for Personal Viewing Only


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    Spiritus Mundi, Novel by Robert Sheppard For Introduction and Overview of the Novel: https://spiritusmundinovel.wordpress.com/ For Updates on the Upcoming Movie Version of the Novel, Spiritus Mundi & Casting of Actors and Actresses for Leading Roles See: http://robertalexandersheppard.wordpress.com/ For Author’s Blog: https://robertalexandersheppard.wordpress.com// To Read Abut the Occupy Wall Street Movement in Spiritus Mundi: http://occupywallstreetnovel.wordpress.com/ To Read a Sample Chapter from Spiritus Mundi: https://spiritusmundisamplechapters.wordpress.com/


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    Introducing Spiritus Mundi, a Novel by Robert Sheppard
    Author’s E-mail: rsheppard99_2000@yahoo.com
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    To Read the Blog of Robert Sartorius from Spiritus Mundi: http://sartoriusblogfromspiritusmundi.wordpress.com/



    Who’s Who in Chapter 29 of Spiritus Mundi:


    Robert Sartorius, is an Occupy Wall Street supporter, leader of the Campaign for a United Nations Parliamentary Assembly recently relocated from Beijing to London, who is just recovering from a failed attempted suicide.

    Eva Strong, is an Occupy Wall Street supporter and part-time staffer for the Campaign for a United Nations Parliamentary Assembly, lover of Robert Sartorius

    Sarah, is Eva's daughter.

    Vanessa, is Eva's cousin.

    Jack Sartorius, aka Jack McKinsey, is the son of Robert Sartorius, lover of Rock Superstar Isis, and an undercover CIA Counter-terror agent








    XXIX. London The Everlasting Yea

    1

    Eva’s Blog Journal:

    1
    My Robert----my dearest Robert has come back to me! I have been so miserable for the last week and have been moving like a zombie with no life, soul or spirit within me waiting for him to return. Finally, last night he arrived late on the Mexico City flight and I drove his car to the airport to meet him. I waited and waited an eternity as his flight was delayed by more than three hours and finally I caught sight of him making his way through the baggage carousel and towards me! He looked flagged and tired, dissipated somehow, drained of his usual energy----business and jet lag I presumed---and he walked in an absence of himself down the corridor until our eyes met-----then the change!-----I ran to him and pressed my face up against his and pulled his down towards mine with a long kiss and then a laugh:

    “Oh Robert, Oh God I am so, so happy you are back!” I whispered in his ear.

    “Eva, I………………..I was nearly out of my mind without you……I can’t tell you……..Just let me just look at you…………My God I missed you so much!……………” he said, pressing his forehead against mine and pressing his eyelids closely against me.

    He looked at me in a strange kind of way….happy, yes, but seeming to contain some kind of pain or dissolution within him. He clutched me close and kissed me, and I could see the clenching of a burden of pain around his eyes, almost as if he were holding back tears for some reason. Then the pain in his eyes dissolved and his body unclenched, as if releasing a burden, and then he kissed and nuzzled me about my ear, then held me long in his arms as I pushed the side of my head next to his.

    As we walked arm in arm to the car park I noticed under the lights that he looked unusually wan and drained, flagged out and tired. I asked him about it and he guessed it was the stress and the jet-lag. I asked him if he wanted me to drive and he said no, that driving often relaxed him when he was under strain, especially late at night when the traffic was light. He drove and I curled up next to him, resting my head in the crook of his free arm and chattering to him like a morning bird of how I missed him so terribly and all the things I had been longing to do and share with him. At the red lights in the rain we would stop, and then he would kiss the top of my head and stroke my hair, or pull my face up to his and kiss me on the lips deeply until sometimes the driver behind woke us rudely from our trance with an impatient honk of the horn.

    At one red light we stopped and it seemed an eternity while we waited for the light to change. Robert sat silent behind the wheel staring off into the distance as the rain pelted against the windshield. Then without turning to look at me he said something in a low voice so queer:

    “Eva” he said, “……..we are surrounded by darkness.”

    I couldn’t tell what was turning in his mind, but he kept staring into the rain for so long that I had to say something, so I said “Yes Robert, but the weather will turn for the better soon” and laid my forehead against his wet shoulder.

    He stared ahead of himself hard and blank for such a long time and then his head turned towards me and his eyes refocused and softened into the warmest most feeling smile touched with just a tinge of a kind of irony about his lips that I couldn’t make out and as he gazed deeper and deeper into my widening eyes then he held my head with both of his hands along the sides of my face pressing hard and he kissed me so hard and deep…..the hardest and deepest that I have ever been kissed in my life and I put my arm around the back of his neck and pulled him down even harder upon my wide and open lips trembling up to receive him and flushing hot as he drew his arm up across the small of my back pressing me up breast-forward against him and we stayed like that for I don’t know how long until the enormous blast of a queer lorry-horn sounding like a ship’s foghorn bursting out behind us returned us to the things of this world with my uncontrollable laughing and giggling up into him and his laughing back until a tear escaped the corner of his eye and rolled down my cheek as he pushed against the stick-shift and the car began to surge forward into the rain.

    Once home I fixed some tea and cakes while Robert showered. When I heard the bathroom door opening, my heart spirals, I swallow Robert with my arms and my legs and my mouth. I want to dissolve him inside me again. I want to be him and for him to be me. I want to empty myself and fill myself with him. And then we lay in the bed together, unwinding and relaxing, drinking tea and feeding each other glazed cakes and sweets. Putting out the lights he took me in his arms and rested his head against mine and we melted into each other. He whispered into my ear:

    “Thank you, Eva.”

    “For whaaat?” I cooed back purring drowsingly into his.

    “For being so wonderful to me.”

    “It's better me thanking you for that Robert” I cooed back to him kissing him behind the neck, and letting my hands stray down his side to rest on the side of his buttock.

    “I mean it, Eva………………. I think you really saved my life.” He said, and I saw a loose tear stream silently from the corner of his eye.

    “You saved mine Robert. You don’t know it yet, but you really did.” I whispered back.

    “Eva!” he said, suddenly, seeming to wake with a surge of energy out of a trance, lifting himself above me and pressing his forehead against mine, his eyes melting deeply into my own as he stroked his hand across the hair falling across my temples.

    “Eva……….” he said again, boring his forehead harder against mine and then kissing my lips, “Eva………” he said for the third time, “I want you………..I mean I’m asking you……..I mean……….Eva, will you marry me?”

    I flinched speechless with the shock of it and buried my head against Robert’s shoulder. For a minute I couldn’t react or speak at all. Then tears began to run down my eyes uncontrollably into the thick hair on Robert’s chest………then my heart was going like mad and I clutched him tighter and tighter and he pulled me up on the bed and I was sitting cross legged naked on the bed, my head limp against his shoulder and my tears running down between my breasts and plashing onto the fur between my legs and then Robert wrapped his strong hairy muscular legs around my smooth legs and waist and drew me towards him and drew my face up to his and kissed away the tears and the layers of pain that seemed to rise and dissolve from them and my eyes were wide open and speechless as I looked at the vase of flowers on the bedstand behind him, and Robert saw that I saw and picked up a gorgeous puffy pink rose and snapped its stem and put it into my hair behind my ear and stroked my hair down to my pendant breasts and kissed my forehead and then my eyes and asked again…..

    “Will you Eva? ……I know it’s a bit sudden for you……But it’s what I feel for us……will you think about it Eva?............I think we are right for each other, really right.........I know I am getting old and falling apart a bit at the edges but for you I will put myself back together Eva, I will, I promise….……Eva, I love you……....you make me want to live again……..I want to share life with you……………..Will you Eva?..............”

    ……….and my heart was racing and racing and I could feel his heart beating like mad in his chest as he spoke to me and I remembered the first time we made love on the hilltop by the forest glade and the flowers all around us blown in waves by the free wind gusting up the glade and rising and bowing and rising and bowing and he picked off a lilly and put it in my hair behind my ear and he said I was like a mountain flower a blossoming bud and that he kissed the flower in my ear and said he wanted to worship me and take care of me and love me like the Little Prince and his flower and that I was like an angel fallen to earth wings spread deep like a snow-angel in the deep deep grass and I remembered the pain leaving me and the blue blue sky up above us as he kissed my naked breasts and nipples and I remembered him deep inside me and the coming and coming and the tears were flowing down my breasts and I looked deep into the future and I saw us growing old together and I saw him bent late into the night at his work and me bringing him coffee and cakes and I smelt my kitchen full of the scents and spices of the meals that I gave him in love and I saw my darling Sarah look up to him at the table into the eyes of the father she so needed and missed and I saw us working elbow to elbow writing together over our laptops and stealing glances into each other’s eyes and I felt myself stretch myself out floating naked on our wide bed like a naked Ophelia adrift in the flowers of the river and after his long kisses and after saw the waves of pain rise and disappear into the sky and he kissed me and kissed me making love and love and I led him on and on and on again and again giving him all the pleasure I could and bending down into his lap to suck and take him there and doing it every which way to make him laugh and come and I remembered the swift flowing clouds passing in and out of dream shapes above our naked bodies on the hilltop where we made love for the first time and the birds in pairs and threes coursing over our bodies and their warbling out of the treetops and the butterflies and flies and bees abuzz lazing over the thick mat of the grass around us and I remembered the first time that boy kissed me in high school and put his hand into my bra and I ran away and my body heavy with Sarah and my breasts heavy with milk when she came and the tang of the strawberries drenched in cream that I ate with him after the first time on the hill and how I laughed and cupped myself when his warm white seed spilled out of me and down my leg when I got up to get the bottle of champagne and the tang of the cheese on the grass and I saw us together in the southern seas and him taking me down in a scuba suit and his kissing me and blowing air into my mouth and lungs keeping me alive from the breath of his spirit amoung the gliding Manta rays and skates and the whole new submerged world that we would explore together and the glorious sunsets and the sea crimson with fire and the hot love making after the sunset and I pulled him down hard against me and I pulled and rubbed him hard and then guided him smooth into me and how he stroked and stroked inside of me and getting wetter and wetter and his forehead pressed hard against mine and his sweat rolling off of him and across my temples until I shrieked and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again and he asked……

    “Will you Eva, please tell me will you?..................”

    …………..and yes he asked me again and yes I drew him down to me and took his tongue into my lips and mouth and yes I pulled him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume pushing up under him and I dug my toes into the mattress my legs splayed wide beneath him hooking my arm around the back of his neck so he couldn’t move away and yes I lifted my hip and thrust my bushed pelvis up to receive him full shaft inside me and I let loose at last loose at last I let loose and shrieked in his ear frightening him and he thought he had hurt me and yes the flower fell from my ear and onto the bed and yes the blood rose in my face and neck like a sunburn and yes yes my heart was going like mad yes going and going and throbbing in my ears yes like mad and yes I said yes I will Robert I will yes I said I will I said yes I will Yes.






  • Note: This is Chapter 29 of Spiritus Mundi, the Occupy Movement Novel by Robert Sheppard Serialized Free Online Weekly for the Movement Copyright Robert Sheppard 2012 All Rights Reserved Licensed for Personal Viewing Only






    2





    The next day, a Sunday Robert slept for over twenty hours, not rising until two in the afternoon. I rose late in the morning and cooked for him---a wonderful brunch with ham and cheese omelettes, Canadian bacon, a Caesar salad, Cabernet Sauvignon, fruits, strawberries and cream and last but not least a magnificent birthday cake, or really two birthday cakes joined at the hip like Siamese twins and with a double heart in their centers pierced with a Cupid’s arrow making them one. When he showed signs of returning to the consciousness of this world I roused him with kisses and helped him to the shower while putting the finishing touches on our glorious brunch.

    As we sat and ate together, chatting and passing morsels from hand to lip and lip to lip my eyes were drawn involuntarily to his face and to the blueness of his eyes. I could not keep the lids of my eyes under control and they would rise and droop of themselves, and their irises would fix on him with a life and will quite their own, and I had acute pleasure in the looking. It was a precious and poignant pleasure, just the looking at his eyes, almost to the point of agony, all the more golden and more pure for the pure blueness of his eyes gazing back.

    His strong square face and jaw, tousled hair a la Einstein or Mark Twain, graying and showing age at the temples and edges set off by his salt and pepper mustache and his bushy eyebrows, though not handsome in the estimation of Hollywood, yet they were more than beautiful to me; they were full of an interest, an influence---a will of gentle force, that quite overflowed and overmastered me, that took my feelings from my own power and fettered them to his, almost helplessly. I had not set out to love him, indeed after so much past pain and disappointment I did not trust in any promise or possibility of love and had been cheated so often as to become completely gun-shy in those encounters, and I even struggled against it at first as best I could. Then I yielded to it, abandoning to it my whole heart. He made me love him without trying, against my resistance at first, and thereafter in the total absence of any resistance. After we made love on the hilltop the first time his seal was set over my heart. I did not know if it would lead to bliss or to disaster and disappointment as it so often had done in the past. I could not care or control any longer. I can only say God must have smiled on me this once, as Robert returned what I was seeking.

    I soon had the room in more cheerful order: I prepared and brought to him course after course of tasty love offerings. My spirits were excited, and with pleasure and ease I talked to Robert for hours at the table, the final barriers between us melting away seemingly, and our beings fusing more closely into one. There was no harassing restraint, no guarded suppression of glee and vivacity with him; I felt a perfect ease, because I knew I suited him and I loved him. All I did or said seemed to console or revive him, his composure of mind going from strength to strength. Delightful consciousness! It brought to light and to life my whole nature: In his presence I thoroughly lived and he lived in mine. Smiles played on his face and joy dawned on his forehead, and by sympathetic magic they appeared on my own an instant later.

    Making love one afternoon we both fell asleep in each other’s arms and I awoke an hour before he, holding him in my arms and somehow like Mary holding the infant Jesus to her breast, or caressing him, a la Pieta, in his utmost suffering. When he awoke he looked into my eyes with the cool celestial blueness of his gorgeous eyes and I felt like Christ or God was embracing me.

    “Robert, are you religious?” I asked innocently from my mood and musing.

    “O!---the Gretchenfrage!” he groaned with a smile as he put his hand over his eyes.

    “What?” I asked with a lilting voice.

    “Oh, nothing---just something out of Goethe’s Faust-----well that’s a hard one and a deep one all right…..” he said, then paused for a long time, focusing his eyes somewhere beyond me, and then started again,”……Well, let me try to tell you…I don’t know if I can really….….. When I was quite young, yes, I was very religious for a while in the traditional sense…….You’ll laugh, but I even thought of becoming a priest for a few years at one time, and I loved the beauty of the cathedrals and services I visited when traveling and studying in Europe……….. Then I went through a spell of Marxism and threw the whole thing over intellectually…….Approaching it like Freud’s Future of an Illusion……. But, if you ask if I am religious in my nature I have to say it is a deep part of me----far deeper than any intellectual conclusions as to science and the deity------don’t ask me if I believe in God!-------but I believe in, perhaps can’t help believing in the sacred and the mystical experience of life and finding one’s calling and purpose in the universe and striving towards oneness with the world and its spirit and the highest possibilities of one’s inner and outer existence. After my rationalist questioning and skepticism maybe I am not a Christian in the sense of believing that God had worked amoung us as a young artisan. But in public who shall express the unseen adequately? I think it is in our most private moments, in our most inward moments, that our lives hold out the mirror to infinity; …….I don’t know how to put it exactly……….it is personal intercourse and that alone at the deepest moments of feeling and experience----the inner questing towards reunion with the sacred, the mystic and the infinite---it is that which hints at a guiding personality beyond the horizons of our daily vision. I don’t know really----I am still searching and falling short. When I am with you, Eva, I am religious-----you are my Paradise Regained, my Beatrix and my Guiding Angel!”

    Then I certainly did not want to talk philosophy anymore and the moment rose between us and I did not answer him other than to press my lips against his and draw him downward over me on the bed and wrap my legs about him and enter a world beyond any concepts and words.

    He had not believed me when I said in my letter that without him time seemed to come to a standstill, and that the clocks had stopped on our missed birthday together. He was surprised to see that all the clocks were really stopped! After he blew out the candles on our double cake I put the batteries back into the clocks and they began to spin and chime again, just as my heart began to beat again when my eyes caught sight of him again arriving from Mexico. We made no effort, however, to adjust the clocks back to the conformity of the outer world, until three days later.
    In the next several weeks we lived together, seemingly on a honeymoon before the very wedding. We made plans for a small wedding in the months before the final Global Appeal Campaign in the Spring, and we planned a true honeymoon in the winter months traveling in Africa, taking advantage of the fact that below the Equator winter would be summer, and the final Regional Conference and Caucus was to be held in Midrand—Johanasburg, South Africa at that time timed to coincide with the meeting of the Pan-African Parliament. We would travel together in our own freedom for a few weeks down the continent and reach South Africa and the coast, where we would do some Scuba diving together. He enrolled me in a basic course here in London in the local public pool to get the hang of it and we went together to practice.

    We went several times together to Sarah’s school and went horseback riding and spent much time together, gradually letting Sarah get to know and trust Robert. Then we broke the news to her. She said she was delighted and kissed us both, but we could tell it could not be an easy transition for her to make, and we took it all gradually, spending more and more time together as a family as the notion sunk in. We three now take many trips into the glorious English countryside, sometimes motoring, sometimes bicycling and sometimes on horseback. Sometimes to make a foursome, Robert’s colleague, Jack McKinsey, also an excellent horseman joins us. It turns out that both Sarah and Robert are excellent horsemen, he an old ranch hand from California, though I am but a faker at the art. He is teaching her much and they delight to have an interest in common. Girls are in love with their horses as much as women are in love with their men.

    Often sitting together in the evening under the lamplight Robert would read to me, or sometimes I to him-----sometimes from his own poetry and stories and sometimes from the novels and poems we both loved. When I was younger, especially before Sarah, I used to be much of a reading woman, and even had some ambitions to be a poetess myself, though my few children’s books were all that I managed. Over the weeks of our drawing closer and closer together Robert began to regularly write poems for me, partially as love offerings, which I cherished. Then he encouraged me to write again, trading poems as gifts of the spirit to each other, and we traded several, though I had not written any for many years and had lost the art of it. We spoke to each other evening after evening about our youths and lives before we found each other.

    He told me that in the innocent flush of youth he had two great ambitions: to be a Poet and a Hero. And largely he had followed up on the two paths, writing poetry and critical works on Literature on the one hand and then deluding himself that he was anybody’s hero in pursuing this Quixotic Quest regarding the United Nations Parliamentary Assembly. I kissed his hand and assured him that he was my hero if no one else’s, and I was also sure that he was the hero of many others as well. He smiled ironically, then asked me if I ever thought of being a poet or a hero. I had to stop for a long while to think and recollect myself. I said, no, I do not think I ever wanted to be a poet and a hero----maybe that comes from being a woman.

    I told him that what I think I meant by that is that to my mind when I was young and most brave, in my inner heart I meant to be a Poet and a Poem. It may be that this is the desire of most reading women, as opposed to most reading men, who wish to be poets and heroes, and see being a poet or poetic prophet as a sufficiently heroic act in and of itself. But a sensitive young girl of my kind wishes perhaps to be a Poet, but more deeply to be a Poem, in and of herself, and in the eyes of her lover.

    Perhaps that is why the great poets are so greatly men, while you may find some great women novelists, like George Eliot or Virginia Woolf. Most of a woman’s psychic energy goes into the dream of becoming the Poem rather than the Poet. No one somehow expects that the man will become the Poem. Or maybe there will be a great woman poet in the future someday, but only when she can feel her man so deeply beautiful that he can become the Poem for her—perhaps Elizabeth Browning took a step in that direction. I said the women or men who turn away from each other and from the interconnectedness of their natures and spirits turn only towards death. I said maybe I will take up my poetry again, because I saw Robert in my eyes as so beautiful and blessedly manly in his self as Elizabeth saw her Robert.

    Thus I began to live together with Robert as man and wife before the fact as it were, and I discovered what it was like to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth. I hold myself supremely blest---blest beyond what language can express---because I am my husband’s life as fully as he is mine. No woman was ever nearer her mate than I am: ever more absolutely bone of his bone; flesh of his flesh. I know no weariness or common boredom in Robert’s presence, nor does he know in mine. In spirit we feel each separate beat of each other’s heart in our separate bosoms, which are no longer separate, but shared like the fused torsos of Siamese twins.

    To be together is for us to be as free as in solitude, and as gay as in family company. We talk, I believe, all day long. To talk between us is but a more animated and vivid form of our own private thinking and feeling, with no barrier between our two minds, and the thoughts and feeling of our two hearts merge into one common consciousness, and into one fused and mutual unconsciousness. All my confidence is bestowed on him and all his confidence is devoted to me. We are precisely suited in character and perfect concord is the result. I know such idyllic bliss cannot continue without conflict and dispute at their appropriate moments in the future, and we struggle to make space for each other’s private and separate moments to avoid smothering each other and we have our differences and quarrels as well. I know my enthusiasm of feeling exaggerates any objective reality. Yet somehow, and through some miraculous and seemingly undeserved grace, we are also united even in our variances, spats and flaws towards each other.
    I am touched that Robert tries so hard to make Sarah welcome and happy within our new twofold presence, inviting her to take in films and concerts with us and talking at length over dinner, making jokes, and taking such an interest in her doings.

    “You don’t have to try so hard, Robert,” I whisper to him, lying in bed, “……just be natural, be yourself and I’m sure you and Sarah will become great friends, little by little.”

    “I know, but I think it must be hard for her, so used to being the center of your life and heart, to deal with an interloper into your affections……..and anyway, maybe I am trying to expiate my own guilt over not having made my son happy after the divorce.” he answered.

    “Yes, but you know you can’t give anyone else happiness like a paperwrapped gift, it has to grow naturally out of their own hearts from its seeds and in its season. Anyway, she’s at the age where she has to break away from mother’s apronstrings to find herself and plant the seeds of her own happiness by herself, so I think you are exaggerating this idea of an intrusion.” I whispered back, kissing him behing the ear.

    “Yes, yes. It’s just I am too happy with you, darling. You know I have always leant towards socialism, and maybe that extends to a basic Socialism of the Heart: We have no more right to consume happiness without producing it than to consume wealth without producing it.” he reflected out loud.

    “Shut up, you idiot---you are producing an unbearable surplus!” I grinned at him, rolling my bare breasts over on top on his hairy chest and smothering his mouth with my lips.

    Vanessa, the old mothering smothering hen, invited me to her dinner party and slyly let me know that she and her actress friends were convinced that I was living in a dream world from which I was doomed to awaken disillusioned in an unforgiving future in my relations with Robert. She had convened her cathouse club at her home and I sat there as she nestled next to Eustasia---Lady Mandeville, her old friend and sometimes patroness of the arts in London---a woman completely preoccupied by class----having it and belonging to the right one----and I watched Vanessa’s eyes as they talked and drank and knew from them that they were cutting me down to size. Her mind is like a kind of social fly-paper, to which the buzzing items of gossip are drawn by a kind of fatal attraction, and where once affix they hang fast in the toils of an un-ungluable memory. When those two beshemouths have had a few there’s isn’t much more dirty clothes to publish! Around us the women demonstrated their naturalness through well-defined and highly conventionalized artifices of mock-spontaneity----a kind of spray-on sprezzatura.

    I guess I got myself included in in Vanessa’s circle of women, many actresses and artists, by virtue of being known as a “woman writer” though of a déclassé breed focusing on children’s books. In truth I never wanted to be, or be known as a woman writer. Aside from the few greats, I always had a kind of contempt for women writers that fit the type. Having no true emotions, I sensed, they played a kind of “dollhouse” game in which they must have false emotions dressed up for us to play with, or they dressed themselves up as writers and artists, it being more important to play the role than to create the art itself. I did not aspire to belong to their set, and I felt drawn to the men instead.

    Yet in the past I have to confess to having been a happy inmate of Vanessa’s cathouse, cutting the latest romances of our friends and acquaintances down to size. Our Englishwomen’s instinctive impulse to sneer at romance, I felt, was a particularly good one. By it we recognize that men and women are whole personalities capable of sustained relations, not mere opportunities for electrical discharges and hormonal combustions. Yet we forget that transient emotion and commonplace passion may yet open the doors of the eternal.

    “I don’t understand your regressing to a cotton candy dream of adolescent love and fulfillment with this Robert. You have become such a conventional unthinking lover—almost a shopgirl out of some village-----you never even talk back or criticize him or insist on your own space----such a bore! You have regressed back to become so traditional, Eva!”

    “It seems like your are going through the Amancipation of Woman, Eva!” quipped Eustacia. I fume at her for a half-minute---resenting her brand of upper-class feminism----falsely conflating the idle, selfish and useless with the beautiful, free and happy, before responding.

    “Well, virtue is its own reward---so is joy! And after all one of the uses of tradition is to create a path of least resistance, or if you will have it such, a pathology of least resistance----and anyway I would rather be traditional and have love than to resist it.” I replied.

    I don’t understand what your role is here in this relationship, Eva.” Vanessa chided.

    “My role is to be alive.” I said.







    3






    Sartorius’ Blog

    Poetry Fragments:

    O My Soul, O My Love


    What is the soul you say
    to me,
    Awakening together on that
    Sunday afternoon?

    See I it in you,
    like the
    brilliance of an eye….
    Feel I it upon you,
    like the
    softness of the skin?
    Or indwells it the more,
    like the seeing of the eye,
    or the feeling of the skin?

    Where did I find the youness of you…….?
    in your words for me,
    when you spoke?

    No, the thouness of you,
    the thouness of thou,
    thou hast shown me
    at the dark edge of
    my universe.


    The Alchemy of the Second Creator

    What Nature leaves imperfect,
    That Art perfects.
    God was but the First Creator,
    And Man the Second;
    Out of the abyss
    God created the universe;
    Out of the abyss
    Man created
    Its existence and meaning,
    And conjoured forth
    Its unimagined perfection.


    Man’s Divine Service

    The Infinite Extrovert,
    Lacks for nothing----
    Has no need of Works
    Or of our Faith even?

    What could he have not had
    Who everything created?
    Having no other,
    Not of his creation
    Not mirrored but ever shining forth,
    Had no face but everything,
    And fell into self-unawareness,
    Till wakened from slumber,
    By the murmuring voice
    Of Man’s consciousness
    Searching for his face,
    And being seen,
    For the first time recognized…..
    Blushed.



    Zethi!

    There are six hours for working,
    And four for living;
    Zeta, eta, theta, iota----
    Live!
    The purpose of working well
    Is to live well;
    The purpose of living
    Is not to work,
    But the higher work,
    Which is to live!
    Zethi!

    Scotus Erigina: “Ubi amor, ibi oculis:” Where there is love, there is sight.

    Modern Genesis

    In the Beginning there was
    Infinity,
    Mass, Energy, Density
    The Infinitesimal Infinite!
    Nor time, nor space, nor thing
    A point of embryonic everything!

    And the universe sprang in orgasm,
    Explosive,
    Autochthonous Acceleration,
    Sprang from a Platonic
    Conception of itself,
    Sprang,
    Ejaculated out of nothingness,
    The seeds of Galaxies,
    And of Black Holes,
    Of Matter light and dark,
    And of Matter and Anti-Matter,
    Into Existences and Anti-Existences;
    And never looked back,
    To see what it was;
    But flowed
    Endless in Energy,
    And crystallized out of latent expectancy
    Until we looked back today,
    In a concave mirror,
    Back into the infinite past,
    Erect and upright gazing into the light of night,
    And saw that it was Good.





  • Note: This is Chapter 29 of Spiritus Mundi, the Occupy Movement Novel by Robert Sheppard Serialized Free Online Weekly for the Movement Copyright Robert Sheppard 2012 All Rights Reserved Licensed for Personal Viewing Only

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    I write to introduce to your attention my double novel Spiritus Mundi, consisting of Spiritus Mundi, the Novel—Book I, and Spiritus Mundi, the Romance—Book II. Book I’s espionage-terror-political-religious thriller-action criss-crosses the globe from Beijing to London to Washington, Mexico City and Jerusalem presenting a vast panorama of the contemporary international world, including compelling action, deep and realistic characters and surreal adventures, while Book II dialates the setting and scope into a fantasy (though still rooted in the real) adventure where the protagonists embark on a quest to the realms of Middle Earth and its Crystal Bead Game and through a wormhole to the Council of the Immortals in the Amphitheater in the center of the Milky Way Galaxy in search of the crucial Silmaril Crystal, and to plead for the continuance of the human race in the face of threatened extinction from a nuclear World War III, all followed by a triple-somersault thriller ending in which a common garden-variety terrorist attack is first uncovered by MI6 and the CIA as the opening gambit a Greatpower Game of States threatening World War III and then, incredibly, as the nexus of a Time Travel conspiracy involving an attempt by fascist forces of the 23rd Century to alter a benign World History by a time-travelling raid on their past and our present to provoke that World War III, foiled by the heroic efforts of the democratic 23rd Century world government, the Senate of the United States of Earth, to hunt down the fascist interlopers before their history is irrevocably altered for evil.

    When activist Robert Sartorius, leading a global campaign to create a European Parliament-style world-wide United Nations Parliamentary Assembly presses the proposal in New York on his old friend the UN Secretary-General and is rebuffed due to the hostile pressure of the conservative American administration, his Committee resolves to fight back by launching a celebrity-driven Bono-Geldof-Band Aid/Live 8-style “People Power” media campaign and telethon spearheaded by rock superstars Isis and Osiris and former UN Secretary General Boutros Boutros-Ghali to mobilize global public support and pressure in alliance with the Occupy Wall Street Movements worldwide. The Blogs of Sartorius, activist Eva Strong and Committee Chairman Andreas Sarkozy reveal the campaign’s working struggle, their tangled love affairs, a loss of faith, attempted suicide, reconciliation of father and son after divorce, and recovery of personal love and faith.

    Things fall apart as the idealists’ global crusade is infiltrated by a cell of jihadist terrorists using it as a cover, then counter-infiltrated by CIA agent Jack McKinsey and British MI6 agent Etienne Dearlove. A cat-and-mouse game of espionage and intrigue ensues pitting them against the Chinese MSS espionage network allied with the Iranian Quds Force crossing Beijing, London, Moscow, Washington and Jerusalem unleashing an uncontrollable series of events which sees the American Olympic Track and Field Team bombed on an airplane in London, uncovers a secret conspiracy of China, Russia and Iran to jointly seize the oil reserves of the Middle-East, and witnesses Presidents Clinton and Carter taken hostage with Sartorius, McKinsey, Eva and other activists at a Jerusalem telethon rally cut short by the explosion of a concealed atomic device in a loaned Chinese Terracotta Warrior, then flown by capturing terrorists to Qom, Iran as “human shields” to deter a retaliatory nuclear attack.


    In Book II, Spiritus Mundi, the Romance they encounter Iran’s Supreme Leader in Qom as the world teeters on the brink of nuclear confrontation and World War III, while mysterious events unfold leading Sartorius and McKinsey from their captivity in the underground nuclear facilities of Qom into a hidden neo-mythic dimension that takes them to a vast ocean and land at the center of the world, Middle Earth, Inner Shambhala, and to involvement in a mysterious Castalian “Crystal Bead Game” linked to the destiny of the human race on earth. They then embark on a quest for the Silmaril, or Missing Seed Crystal to the central island of Omphalos in the Great Central Sea in the middle of the globe, aided by Goethe, the Chinese Monkey King, Captain Nemo, the African God-Hero Ogun, and a Sufi mystic they traverse a ‘wormhole’ at the center of the earth guarded by ‘The Mothers’ and the fallen angel tribe of the Grigori (Genesis 6:1-4) which leads the way to critical meeting of the “Council of the Immortals” at the Black Hole in the center of the Milky Way Galaxy to determine the final fate of the human species.

    The heroes battle and overcome the treacherous opposition of Mephisto and his satanic subaltern Mundus through their Underworld and Otherworld adventures and successfully plead the cause of the continuation of the human species before the Immortals, returning with the critical Silmaril Crystal. resolving the Crystal Bead Game and thereby inspiring through the Archangel Gabriel a dream in the mind of Iran’s Supreme Leader which brings a new Revelation causing him to release the hostages and an end the crisis. China and Russia stand down from aiding Iran in seizing the Mid-East oil reserves, but in a treacherous blow the Chinese instead utilize their forward-positioned armies to attack their former ally Russia and seize Siberia with its large oil and gas reserves instead. President Barret Osama, America’s newly-elected first black President then invites Russia, Japan and South Korea to join NATO and together they succeed in expelling the Chinese from Siberia and usher in a new Eurasian and global balance of power and a New World Order.

    Rock Superstar Osiris meanwhile, after undertaking a narcissistic Messianic mission in the wake of the Jerusalem atomic blast is dramatically assassinated on live world-wide television on Jerusalem’s Via Dolorosa by a disillusioned follower. His wife and rock-star partner Isis then leads a spiritual movement to reconcile and unite the clashing religions and catalyze a common global spiritual Renaissance through a Global Progressive Spiritual Alliance which seeks to construct an Inter-faith Temple on the ruins of the atomic blast in Jerusalem. In counter-reaction to the cataclysmic events the world finally implements Sartorius’ crusade for a United Nations Parliamentary Assembly, but not before Sartorius has himself has died, Moses-like of a heart attack while helping to foil a metaconspiracy mediated by Time Travel in which a fascist agent from the 23rd Century who has time-transited back to our time to alter a benign history by causing WWIII and thus preventing the evolution of a democratic world government, the United States of Earth, which follows him through time and nabs him just in the “nick of time” to prevent Aramgeddon.

    The book ends with the opening ceremony of the UN Parliamentary Assembly which is attended in Sartorius’ name by his widow Eva Strong, whom Sartorius had fallen in love with and married in the course of the novel, and by their son Euphy, newborn after Sartorius’ death. They are joined in cinematic climax at the ceremony by newly chosen UN Secretary-General Clinton, President Osama and UN Parliamentary Assembly Committee Chairman Andreas Sarkozy who have just received the Nobel Peace Prize for their work in creation of the world’s first world parliamentary assembly within the United Nations, bringing together the representative voices of the peoples of the world in face-to-face assembly and dialogue for the first time in world history.

    Highlights:

    All the Highlights of the novel cannot be contained in such a short Introduction, but a few of them would include:

    1. Spiritus Mundi is the first novel in world history to portray the creation of a United Nations Parliamentary Assemblyon the working model, inter alia, of the European Parliament and the first novel to portray the Occupy Wall Street Movement and related movements worldwide;

    2. Spiritus Mundi is a prophetic geo-political WWIII novel of the near future forseeing a conflict and conspiratorial surprise attack by a resurgent “Axis” of China, Russia and Iran seeking by a decisive blow in jointly seizing the Middle-East oil fields to radically alter the global balance of power vis-a-vis the West in the world and Eurasia. Like Clancy’s The Bear and the Dragon, it forsees the inclusion of Russia in NATO, and goes far beyond in forseeing the inclusion of South Korea and Japan, following a joint Chinese-Russian occupation of a collapsing North Korea and the Axis strike at the Middle-Eastern oil fields;

    3. Spiritus Mundi is an exciting espionage thriller involving the American CIA. British MI6, the Chinese MSS, or Ministry of State Security and the Russian SVR contending in a deul of intrigue and espionage;

    4. Spiritus Mundi is a Spellbinding Terrorism/Counterterrorism novel involving a global plot to conceal an atomic bomb in a Chinese Teracotta Warrior to be detonated in Jerusalem;

    5. Features the romantic and sexual searching and encounters of dozens of idealist activists, rock-stars, CIA and MI6 agents, public-relations spinmeisters and billionaires with a detour into the bi-sexual and gay scenes of Beijing, New York, California, London and Tokyo:

    6. Establishes and grounds the new genre of the Global Novel written in Global English, the international language of the world,

    7. Spiritus Mundi is a novel of Spiritual Searching featuring the religious searching of Sufi mystic Mohammad ala Rushdie, as well as the loss of faith, depression, attempted suicide and recovery of faith in life of protagonist Sartorius. Follows bogus religious cult leaders and the Messiah-Complex megalomanic-narcissistic mission of rock superstar Osiris that leads to his dramatic assassination on worldwide television in Jerusalem, followed by the religious conversion of his wife and rock-star parner Isis;

    8. Features the search for love and sexual fulfillment of Eva Strong, a deeply and realistically portrayed divorced single mother involved in the United Nations campaign, who reveals her tortured heart and soul in her Blog throughout several disastrous sexual affairs and ultimately through her final attainment of love and marriage to Sartorius;
    9. Features Sartorius’ experience of a bitter divorce, alienation and reconciliation with his son, his loss of faith and attempted suicide, his battle against drugs and alcoholism, his surreal and sexual adventures in Mexico City, and his subsequent redeeming love and marriage to Eva Strong;

    10. Contains the in–depth literary conversations of Sartorius and his best friend, Literature Nobel Laureate Günther Gross, as they conduct worldwide interviews and research for at book they are jointly writing on the emergence of the new institution of World Literature, building on Goethe’s original concept of “Weltliteratur” and its foundations and contributions from all the world’s traditions and cultures;

    11. Predicts the emergence of the institution and quest of “The Great Global Novel” as a successor to the prior quest after “The Great American Novel” in the newer age of the globalization of literature in Global English and generally;
    12. Features the cross-cultural experiences and search for roots, sexual and spiritual fulfillment and authenticity of Asian-American character Jennie Zheng, and Pari Kasiwar of India;

    13. For the first time incorporates in the dramatic narrative flow of action the mythic traditions of all the cultures and literatures of the world, including such figures as Goethe, The Chinese Monkey King, the African God-Hero Ogun, surreal adventures in the ‘Theatro Magico’ in Mexico City bringing to life figures from the Mayan-Aztec Popul Vuh, Hanuman from the Indian classic the Ramayana, and many more;

    14. Book Two, Spiritus Mundi, the Romance is a fantastic Fantasy, Myth and Magical Realism Rollercoaster Ride: The more mythic Book Two utilizes a Wellsian motif of Time Travel to explore the making of history and its attempted unmaking (a la Terminator) by a hositile raid from the future on the past, our present, and the foiling of the fascist attempt by an alliance of men and women of goodwill and courage from past, present and future generations united in a Commonwealth of Human Destiny; Like Thomas Pynchon’s Against the Day and Welles’ Journey to the Center of the Earth it involves a journey to an interior realm of the “Middle Earth;” it also contains a futuristic travel through a wormhole to the center of our Milky Way Galaxy for a meeting with the “Council of the Immortals” where the fate of the human race will be decided;

    15. Is a fantastic read on a roller-coaster ride of high adventure and self-exploration!

    C Copyright 2012 Robert Sheppard All Rights Reserved

    Spiritus Mundi, Novel by Robert Sheppard: Table of Contents

    Spiritus Mundi
    Contents

    Book One Spiritus Mundi: The Novel Chapters 1-33

    1. Departure (Beijing)
    2. A Failing Quest (New York)
    3. War Council & Counteroffensive (Geneva)
    4. New Beginnings (London)
    5. Republic of Letters (Berlin)
    6. Fathers and Sons (Washington,D.C.)
    7. Ulysses: Blogo Ergo Sum (Beijing)
    8. Frequently Asked Questions (London)
    9. In the Middle Kingdom (Beijing)
    10. Past and Present (London-South Africa)
    11. Telemachus (Washington, D.C.)
    12. The Everlasting Nay (Beijing)
    13. My Brother’s Keeper (London)
    14. In the Global Village (Beijing-Tokyo)
    15. Deceits and Revelations (London)
    16. Be Ready for Anything (Beijing)
    17. The Obscure Object of Desire (London-Pyongyang)
    18. Sufferings (Beijing)
    19. Of the Yearnings of the Caged Spirit (London)
    20. Cyclops (Washington, D.C.)
    21. The Engines of Illusion (Beijing)
    22. On Her Majesty’s Secret Service (London)
    23. The Temptation of the Sirens (Beijing)
    24. Truth or Consequences (London)
    25. Lazarus Laughed (Beijing)
    26. Neptune’s Fury & The Perils of the Sea (The Maldive Islands)
    Naval Diaries and Ship’s Logs of Admiral Sir George Rose Sartorius (1780-1875)
    27. Penelope (London)
    28. The Volcano’s Underworld (Mexico City)
    Teatro Magico
    29. The Everlasting Yea (London)
    30. Paradise Regained (Little Gidding)
    31. To the South of Eden (Kenya-to Midrand-Johannesburg South Africa)
    32. In a Glass Darkly (London)
    33. Spiritus Mundi

    Book Two Spiritus Mundi: The Romance Chapters 1-21

    1. Gerusalemme Liberata & Orlando Furioso (Jerusalem)
    2. In a Glass Darkly (London)
    3. Great Expectations (Jerusalem)
    4. The Parable of the Cave (Qom, Iran)
    5. The Xth Day of the Crisis (London)
    6. The Supreme Leader & The Three Messiahs (Qom)
    7. Going for the Jugular (London)
    8. The Night Journey, Goethe & The Monkey King (Qom)
    9. The Central Sea, The Crystal Bead Game & The Quest
    10. The Island of Omphalos & The Mothers
    11. The Council of the Immortals & The Trial By Ordeal
    12. Nemesis
    13. Armageddon (London)
    14. The Fever Breaks
    15. High Noon & Showdown at the OK Corral (Washington, D.C.)
    16. Ecce Homo (Jerusalem)
    17. Deliverance (London/Lhasa)
    18. For Every Action…. (Moscow/Beijing)
    19. The Burial of the Dead (London/Little Gidding)
    20. Spiritus Mundi (London/Jerusalem)
    21. In My End is My Beginning
    —-The Convening of the First Meeting of the
    United Nations Parliamentary Assembly (New York)

    Appendix 1: A United Nations Parliamentary Assembly: Frequently Asked Questions
    Appendix 2: Spiritus Mundi: Index of Principal Characters

    C Copyright Robert Sheppard 2012 All Rights Reserved Licensed for Personal Viewing Only

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