#31.21 - Atlantis

The Teachers have always spoken of Kali Yuga, but it was most human to think it way far away. Even now, as we enter it, there is a sense of disbelief. As if, willing it, we could say it was a dream. A dream where you could wake up and everything would be as before. 

But nothing is as and we are now facing a quarter of a million years of hardship. 

Perhaps it is metaphorical, said Cerima. 

It is not metaphorical. At least I don't think it is, Ama frowns.

Cerima picks up a twig and throws it. Girl girl, says Ama. Listen, I am trying to teach you.

The House of Pleasure is at its busiest. The festival is nearly on its way. The Goddess is dressed in flowers and fruit is lain at her feet. She blesses all unions and is honoured with the best of the harvest. Cerima always loved her full body - so generous and dappled, like the back of a salmon or the shadows made by the apple trees in sunlight. At the end of summer it feels like these days never end.

Ama dresses her and tries to tell her about this age of darkness.

When is Kali Yuga? then, asks Cerima absentmindedly. Ama was always telling these silly stories. It will happen when the conjunction between - she breaks off as one of the women enter the room and ask for her.