Hosting (Part Two) by Hazar Worth
1. We serve the All
2. We serve the Many
3. We serve the Waiting
4. We serve the Needful
5. We serve the One
Each evening, after she kissed her girlfriends good-bye, she walked up the steep incline towards the warm house that had been constructed many centuries ago by the hands of dead-men.
Each evening, after she kissed her girlfriends good-bye and watched them drive off slowly along dirt, unpaved, uneven roads in the second-hand car well maintained by her best friend's Uncle, she walked up the steep incline towards the warm house where her Mother was raped by her Father, during one of his drunken returns from The Opened Door tavern.
Each evening, after she kissed her girlfriends good-bye and listened to the whine and screech of the car engine that drove off slowly along dirt, unpaved, uneven roads in the second-hand car well maintained by her best friend's Uncle, he walked up the steep incline towards the warm house where her Mother was raped by her Father during one of his drunken returns from The Opened Door tavern, and conceived her.
Each evening, after she had kissed her girlfriends good-bye (there was three of them, the youngest one the youngest by three years...), she walked up the steep incline towards the warm house where her Mother gave birth to her, and as she was handed her newly born daughter into the world, she looked into her Father's eyes and said clearly and concisely and calmly:
'If you will not leave, then I will have to kill you myself.'
This was said to her Father as she received the first tastes of breast-milk from her Mother's very heavy breast.
Each evening, after she had kissed her three girlfriends good-bye, she walked up the steep incline towards the warm house where her Mother was a single Mother who had taken to learn of the Five Aspects from the Hosts of the Host Church.
At the cafe where her Mother would work at nights from 7.30pm to 1am, her Mother was introduced to a very beautiful man who was an essential member of the Hosts of the Host Church. Between the hours of 10pm to 12.30am, her Mother and this very beautiful man would discuss and dissect the strong underlying values of the Five Aspects of the Hosts of the Host Church.
'Only through the assured works of Servitude can Man know the infallible breath and breadth of Our Maker', he told her calmly and sincerely as her Mother sat across from this beautiful man, and slowly sipped the house blend coffee imported from one of the protected tribal lands overlooked by the Hosts of the Host Church.
Each evening, after she had kissed her three girlfriends good-bye, she walked up the steep incline towards the warm house where her Mother would spend her free hours between cooking, cleaning, eating, and napping to study the significance of the Five Aspects of the Hosts of the Host Church, the features of her face began to change and she grew increasingly radiant and her laughter moved buoyantly around any incident that could have, would have, and should have occurred.
Each evening, between the hours of 10pm to 12.30am, her Mother and the beautiful man from the Hosts of the Host Church would sit at their table and among calm conversations of students discussing the relevant in-jokes and the difficulties in their subject studies, of artists and musicians and writers freely using the subtexts of theory to frame and put forth their incessant discussions about Art, of elder individuals gathered in large groups to sip from their coffee cups as they talked and warmly laughed at the amusing follies of time and of memory, sip from their cups of house blend coffee and talk deeply about the Five Aspects of the Hosts of the Host Church.
Each evening, between the hours of 10pm to 12.30am, her Mother and the beautiful man from the Hosts of the Host Church would sit at their table and stare intently into the eyes of one another, surrounded by the warm murmurs, surrounded by the faces of individuals, surrounded by the engaging rhythms that fueled the incidents that would have, could have, should have occurred.
Each evening, after she had kissed her three girlfriends good-bye, she walked up the steep incline to the warm house where her Mother had left her a note informing her that she would be home very late after closing the cafe .......
She heard a sound.
She didn't know how long she had been sitting at the table, thinking about her Mother and the beautiful man from the Hosts of the Host Church and how their words must have sounded to the other's ears and sensibilities. In her hand, she held the old, abandoned, and slightly cracked coffee cup that held the stains and vague scents of the house blend coffee that her Mother and the beautiful man from the Hosts of the Host Church would sip and drink on those evenings between 10pm and 12.30am.
From a deep pocket on her coat, she reached in to gather the journal that had once belonged to her Mother, a journal that she was able to retrieve miraculously unscathed from the charred ruins of the house that once sat at the apex of the steep incline.
When the Purge stepped into being, when the Purge came into being, individuals considered to be rogues to the Nation-State were sought after aggressively by the Dictatorship. At the apex of the steep incline, the warm house built centuries past by the sweat, the blood, the fatigue, and the hands of dead men burned hot and burned brightly, the heat was so stunning that she felt her tears growing hotter and hotter as she stood transfixed and rooted like a tree of the forest.
Gradually, she ignored the sound that she heard at the cafe. Her Mother's journal she held in her hands, allowing her thumbs to stroke the edges of this amazing survivor. Morning had arrived, and she was starting to feel a bit more clear in her head. She had stopped contemplating about where she would end, she had stopped thinking about how this would end for her. A slight smile came to her face, and like a small child at the circus, she sat at the table thinking about her Mother and her fingers opened the journal to the very first page as she began to read and study the Five Aspects that had made her Mother radiant and buoyant.
1. We serve the All
2. We serve the Many
3. We serve the Waiting
4. We serve the Needful
5. We serve the One
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zar..amazing clarity and purpose. well done my friend
A friend urged me to check out this post, great post, fanstatic read… keep up the good work!