Remembering this part of the story hit Giuseppe hard. Once again, he recognized the allegory that the story formed with his own real-life love story. As tears streamed down his face, he swallowed to clear the lump in his throat and continued to recollect Bee’s story.
“Look at it this way, Googong,” Burrungai began to say as she walked over to him and took him by the hand. “We have one whole day and one whole night to spend together. Why not make the most of it?”
The frown disappeared from Googong’s face and made way for a smile.
“You’re right. Let’s spend our time wisely.”
His reply made Burrungai flash her white teeth in a beautiful smile that sent his head spinning.
“Come,” she beckoned, “I will take you to my people and let my grandmother perform the ceremony of the eternal lovers.”
On hearing her speak of a ceremony, Googong arched his eyebrows. He thought of asking her what this involved, but something told him to have patience, so instead, he followed her without speaking.
At the tribal campsite in a clearing in the lush tropical rainforest, Googong was introduced to every single member of the tribe. When he had met everybody and the tribal elders had welcomed him, Burrungai’s grandmother led him and his bride-to-be to an ancient fig tree. There she had the couple sit down so she could explain the proceedings that made up the ceremony of the eternal lovers. After this, she asked them to stand up and she performed the ceremony. When she had finished, she left them there and had a young boy and a young girl bring them some food and water, and pieces of bark for them to fashion a sleeping place with.
That night, Burrungai and Googong made love in a way that went beyond physical and emotional connection. Mind, body and spirit fused into one. Through the union of the flesh, their spirits were unified once again as they had been many many years ago, at the beginning of time. This revealed their creative powers. These powers were inner powers that surpassed mere physical and mental strength. When used lovingly and wisely, they could heal any wound and transform the energy that was released into anything they desired, as long as it was in line with the Greater Plan.
It was well into early morning when they fell asleep to the sound of the waves lapping on the beach. The sun had risen about an hour ago when Googong awoke to see Burrungai smiling at him.
“Good morning, my love,” he whispered sleepily, treating her to a beautiful smile in return. “How long have you been awake?”
“Long before you,” Burrungai giggled, “the sun was only just beginning to rise. I didn’t want to go back to sleep, because I wanted to enjoy looking at your lovely face while I still had the chance.”
Her remark made Googong blush and snuggle up close to her. They kissed passionately and took great pleasure in the sensation of each other’s caress. Their hearts glowed and felt as if they would burst with love. Then the two lovers made love one last time.
Quite some time later, Burrungai rummaged in a bark pouch and produced a small cowry shell that was attached to a leather strand. Googong had never seen a shell before, let alone one as beautiful as this.
“Here, dear Googong, this is for you,” Burrungai said as she placed the cowry around his neck.
Googong’s heart swelled with love. He barely noticed the tear that rolled down his cheek as he accepted Burrungai’s gift.
“If you hold this close to your heart, you will never be lost again. This sacred cowry will guide you home to your people and your spirit to its home in my heart.”
“Thank you, dear Burrungai. I will be sure to keep this with me for as long as I live.”
Then they kissed briefly before Burrungai took Googong to say goodbye to her tribe and then to the edge of the rainforest.
“Good bye Burrungai,” Googong whispered as he brushed Burrungai’s hair aside and gently kissed her lips.
“Good bye Googong, see you in the afterlife. Until then, we will meet every night in our dreams.”
This was the story that Giuseppe remembered by heart, and in his heart, he still felt Bee’s presence. He was glad he had retold Bee’s story to himself, as it reminded him of her last words to him when he spoke to her for the last time all those years ago: ‘Good bye, my love, see you in the afterlife. Until then, we will meet every night in our dreams.’ Now Giuseppe realized that, although he never remembered his dreams of Bee, he always felt her very close to him every morning when he woke up. It was as if she was still there with him.
Then he began to laugh as he recalled their conversation on the beach by the fire, after Bee had finished telling him the story. He had asked her where she had got the story from. At first, she said that an old Aboriginal lady had given her the cowry shell and the story along with it, but after being tickled by Giuseppe to tell him the truth, she admitted buying the cowry in a souvenir shop by the beach, earlier that day. The story was one that she had made up on the spot. Her talent for storytelling never ceased to amaze him, and he loved her for it. With a tranquil feeling in his heart and a smile on his face, he began to look forward to being reunited with her.
“Thank you, Mr. Frankston,” he spoke out loud, “Thank you ever so much.”
‘Glowing Embers I’ by Pixx on Freeimages.com
Would you like regular updates? Subscribe to the Copywriter needed Blog!
Would you like to know more about my services? Browse my copywriter website or my other two websites: