Beulah Who Thought She Was Swimming

By Francis Moraine

Beulah thinks she is an all-powerful Queen. She journeys through wondrous ‘Watery Realms’ where she encounters her ‘loyal subjects’. She's blissfully unaware that some of those subjects are trying to tell her something: that she’s neither powerful nor a queen! This sends Beulah on a journey that is destined to explode her vision of reality and connect her with awesome powers of the Spirit.

Beulah's story is entertaining for young and old. In a fanciful manner, it brings to life the wisdom of mystical texts including the Yoga Sutras and the Tibetan Book of the Dead.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Adelaide Books Publishers
• Release date: Mar 9, 2020
• ISBN: 9781951896805

Francis Moraine

While working as a scientist, Francis Moraine attempted a mindfulness-of-breathing meditation and soon experienced unexpected and wonderful states of consciousness. This motivated him to pursue a rigorous program of meditation, which he upholds to this day. His experiences inspired him to write stories designed to help readers discover their innate spiritual abilities. The illustrated novella Beulah Who Thought She Was Swimming is such a tale.

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Beulah Who Thought She Was Swimming

Beulah Who Thought She Was Swimming

A novella

by

Francis Moraine

Adelaide Books

New York/Lisbon

2020

Beulah Who Thought She Was Swimming

A novella

By Francis Moraine

Copyright © by Francis Moraine

Interior and Cover Illustrations © 2020 Francis Moraine

Published by Adelaide Books, New York / Lisbon

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Editor

Adelaide Franco Nikolic

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ISBN-13: 978-1-951896-80-5

This story is dedicated Teresa and Lino.

It is also dedicated to all the friends, known, and yet to be

known, who are experiencing divine mysteries of consciousness.

Let us hasten our journey for the benefit of all.

CONTENTS

Acknowledgments

Part 1: The Undisputed and Most Magnificent Queen of the Universe

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Part 2: Conversations

Seven: Aldebaran of the Silver Swarm

Eight: Ophiuchus The Gelatinous

Nine: Altair the Obnoxious and Disrespectful

Ten: Fomalhaut the Wise Eccentric

Eleven: Deconstruction—Cutting Through

Twelve: Wholly Unscientific Observations

Thirteen: Construction—Lifting The Veils

Fourteen: The Guru and The Lady

Part 3: The Abyss and The Light

Fifteen: Perspective

Sixteen: The Abyss

Seventeen: The Light

Eighteen: Nammu

Epilogue

Glossary

About the Author

Acknowledgments

Thanks to: Theodore Mirtchev for the spark that ignited the story; Gerry Paquette and Carla Brun del Re for artistic inspiration; Anne Bougie-Johnson, Monica Timbal, Nicola Gailits, and Adelaide Franco Nikolic for constructive criticism. Most of all, thanks to Samuel Sagan, teacher, whose integrity and vision made this story possible.

Part 1:

The Undisputed and Most Magnificent Queen of the Universe

One

Beulah woke to the fathomless Blue Below.

It was as warm and nurturing as usual.

She was swimming (her favorite activity).

Out and up went her legs. Seventy two, she whispered. Her legs came in and back.

Bliss came from swimming, swimming, swimming. Beulah licked her lips and swam some more. Out and up . . . Seventy-three. In and back.

On this Light Time, the universe appeared smooth—hardly a ripple in sight, and no White Foam or Silver Balls. At such times, Beulah’s swimming took a special rhythm, rising leisurely, with many strokes, cresting with a great sigh, and then gently diving back down, like a slow-motion roller coaster.

At each crest, Beulah would observe the Mercurial Barrier—the boundary between the Watery Realms and the Airy Realms. There followed a brief glimpse of the Misty Silver Sky. Then, down she went, into the Infinite Blue Below, whose luminescence was imbued with a Spirit that nurtured Beulah’s soul like divine nectar from the highest heaven.

Two

It can be difficult for an ordinary person to understand Beulah’s exalted state of mind. For one thing, she didn’t think about the past or the future. She lived in the now.

Another thing about Beulah (which you probably surmised) is that she loved to count. She counted her swimming strokes. She counted the churning light beams that shone from the Mercurial Barrier. She counted the adoring visitors who came to receive her blessings.

Beulah felt a familiar tug atop her head. Time to dive! she thought.

Down she went, down to the bottom of the Blue Below and deeper still, into the Cool Shadows where things became mysterious.

Beulah paused in the crepuscular depths. The Cool Shadows were deliciously silent today. Sometimes, there would be glorious music here—the awesome Song of Creation. Instead, Beulah relaxed and enjoyed the stillness and the refreshing embrace of the depths.

She felt a tug atop of her head. Time to go back up!

Up she went, toward the Mercurial Barrier. With powerful strokes, she built a roaring speed.

A final mighty kick . . .

KA-WHOOSH!

Beulah blasted through the Mercurial Barrier in an explosion of spray and bejeweled droplets. Her momentum continued to lift her upward, into the Airy Realms. Here was the Misty Silver Sky and the unattainable Infinite Blue Above.

Up, up, and up, she flew, into the crystalline clarity, surrounded by fluffy white globs and blazing light.

Vibration. . . . Time to go back down!

Beulah pulled her legs into a sort of fetal position. She clutched her arms to her chest, elbows out, and shut her Gate.

Thus she became an impenetrable Fortress.

Down, down, down, she fell.

CRASH!

Giggling, Beulah waited an interminable few seconds. She creaked her Gate open and peaked outside.

Silver Balls!

White Foam!

Sparkle for me! she commanded.

Thus the entire universe was filled with rainbow scintillations.

Creation became a jewel.

She opened her Gate wide and stretched her legs into the warmth of the Infinite Blue Below.

Beulah was, undoubtedly, the most content being in the universe.

Three

This particular Light Time ended in an explosion of colour: brash pink, fiery orange and red, and, finally, mysterious purple.

There followed a Dark Time during which the entire Universe became black. Oh, the blackness admitted occasional lights. In the Dark Time Blue Below these lights tended to be fleeting, ghostly, and dreamlike. By contrast, the Night Time Airy Realms were punctuated with astonishing pinpoints of light that had powerful qualities of awakening.

Beulah loved to swim in the dark. This was the time when the best puree appeared in her mouth—that peculiar and most welcome phenomenon that occurred whenever she swam. It was the reason why Beulah licked her lips and swallowed all the time. To Beulah this had become