Next, we landed smoothly on a large island. It was circular and surrounded by trees.
We’d heard this was a perfect place as all inhabitants lived fulfilled and in harmony with the Gods. Peaceful. Hidden from travellers but fully visible to anyone with a heart.
In the center of the island stood an enormous woman. She was about one storey high and large flaps of skin were covering her body. Around her, hundreds of men and women were dancing. Enthralled. Raptured. Blinded by the yellow-green light exhaled by the Queen. Entranced by her slow back and forth rocking. Aromatic bushes were being burnt all around in golden vats. Maybe as an offering.
The gigantic female was fully naked and the contours of her body blended with the surrounding rocks. So much so that it was difficult to tell where the Queen ended and where the ground started.
We sat at a distance and watched. The worshippers seemed totally oblivious to our presence. They continued whirling in circles until night fall.
A damp sudden silence fell onto the island as the light was fading down and the night advancing.
A thunderous flash of lightning suddenly lit up the dark sky, taking us by surprise.
As if this was a signal, the islanders shed off their gowns, their larges flowing robes and began a strange naked parade.
After a while, we noticed that their limbs were taking the appearance of tree branches. Their skin was gradually turning black and became hardened. They did not seem incommoded. In fact, as their body stiffened, as they movements got slower, as their feet rooted onto the ground, we could hear them laughing with delight. They were now one with the island.
As for the Mother-Queen, she was no longer there but we understood why.
We observed the scenes until the morning.
When the light came out again, the islanders put their sacred garments back on.
The Queen was content.
The dancing began.Prof. J. Macquouilles ⚔ Agartha-Alpha Land, today
