Ishtar has been moved from one foster home to the next. No one bothered to explain the reasons to her. Perhaps she was not meant to get attached to people or learn to appreciate the language of love. Each home was, in fact, different than the other. At least they kept her name intact. Ishtar, she was called. No one could tell its meaning or even ascertain her birth date, place, and parents. As by the words of the social workers, she could have easily dropped out of the sky. They told her that she was found, nicely wrapped in a beautiful blanket at the front steps of an orphanage. No details about her background except for an envelope that had a white feather inside. In a society expected to care for its young, she was found without home or family and no traceable roots. Yet no one bothered to find out. She was a child like any other and needed shelter, food, clothing, and love. According to the government papers, the first three (shelter, food, clothing), she got in abundance. The question of love and being wanted was what has kept them moving her from one family to the next. As each home, she was posted to, had one or the other problem. Thus there was not much Ishtar could do. Quietly, she allowed them to plan her life for her. There was no use in shouting and rebelling. It was worth sitting around in silence to observe the lifestyles of those called masters of earth. Their speech was unintelligent. They eat more than anything other species. Every time she turned her head, they were chewing on something. She wondered why they could not find anything productive to do. Out of a full day, they deposited good hours on eating. The time which would be useful in building their minds for the future. Did they even have a mind? she wondered. They seem to be very busy physically. Yes, yes. They were the bigger ants. Yet they store food inside their bodies instead of
storehouses. The only time they were productive was when they were building devices and machines which would destroy their homes or the atmosphere.
Over the past 10 years, she was sent from one foster home to another and learned different ways of living. It proved to her that the species were very different in behavior and lifestyle. They had a complicated authoritative structure, whereby the husband was the head of the home yet everyone listened only to the wife, including the husband. The elders were labeled as the wise and powerful but she learned that the children were, in fact, more powerful than their parents. She learned that the kids were free and powerful only until the age of seven and then something drastically changed in their minds. Her first experience of this phenomenon was at the second foster home. When she arrived, there were already four children. Three of which they called teenagers, who were empty heads. Always nagging about something, eating, and yelling at each other. They had very strange behavior and did not understand the principles of communication. The eldest daughter shuts herself out of life entirely. Her ears were plugged with a noisemaker with loud vibrational sounds to which she moved rhythmically. The second one played sounds on an instrument they called a piano and loved cooking. She always had fun cooking with her mother that was in fact the only time real laughter was heard in the house. He did not know whether he was coming or going. He didn't speak to anyone in the house unless called directly to attention. Yet he was full of noise outside on the streets with his mates. The poor parents looked worn out. Not knowing how to keep their family together. On top of that, there was pressure from sources outside which they referred to as work, salary, debts, gangs, hospitals, and the government. Ishtar did not understand why they could not distance themselves from those sources. Where she came from, there was serenity. You had a choice to shut away from something you did not like. However, these people seem to
enjoy the bad things and keep complaining about them. It was a crazy mess. The smallest addition to the house, fortunately, was enlightened. He could communicate with Ishtar in silence. They did not need words to understand each other. In fact, the words they used were also not understood by those teaching them how to speak their language. It was frustrating when you ask for water to drink and they make hot drinks for you. Or laugh with you while you are actually laughing at their random responses to your babbling. Ishtar could thus report with sincerity that the creatures from C-53 were dangerous to the universe because they did not know what to do with themselves. Let alone how to master the space given to them by the highest authority. And yet she was there to find out why and install remedies were possible. Where and how was she to start? Luckily the old people at her first home were patient enough. In their care, she learned the basics of walking in the clumsy body temple and eat the funny stuff they cooked. Very soon they realized that she was drawn to raw vegetables and fruits. This she got in abundance. Why the abundance of the things they needed the least, she wondered. Instead of filling their bodies with water and herbs while rejuvenating their minds. They did it backward. She always wonders whether they know that the largest percentage of their body was in fact water. And they slept for hours. Surely, she was sent to the wrong planet, she argued sometimes in her mind. What was she meant to do here if everyone chose to sleep at odd hours during the day? Calling it siesta and again at night, explaining that the body needs eight hours of rest. This child's body she was hosted in received a lot of spanking whenever she refused to sleep. Thus to avoid the pain and confusion that came with it, she did what they wanted at all times. The babbling babies were usually in agreement with her, and she decided to find out why they were different from the older species.
At the second house, her answer was revealed. When the little boy turned seven her intelligent friend was sent off to a base they called school. The first days were exciting as he was making new friends and discovering things they didn't do at home. But attached to everything, there were rules. He needed to follow each rule as prescribe. These were called societal norms and basic good manners. Thus there was no need to ask why the rules had to be followed. As it was prescribed, so they had to do, without question. She learned that adults were never questioned and their favorite phrase words were "Do as you are told."
Thus erasing any sound idea from a child to do what he/she wanted to do. The toddlers begged to differ but it was not their call. For the first seven years, the kids were trained on how to do what they were told and follow rules. The parents were happy and clapped hands for each achievement. Then the frustrated kids grew up and attended high school. A place where they were taught to think for themselves as they were maturing. They were told that one day they would be adults, thus high school was the training camp of adulthood. By then the future generation of Planet C-53 was completely ruined. They didn't know how to think and be in their own skin. As the elders were dying out slowly, the young just copy and followed in the order in place. Nobody dared to ask questions that would upset the system. The thought of dwelling back into their source for guidance was scary as society has labeled enlightenment evil. In such a world Ishtar was placed and she was to rescue either herself or the people.
Looking at them from a child's view she didn't think they needed to be rescued, and besides those on other planets didn't want them thus they would be better off destroying each other in their personal space she thought. She had information that inquiries were done from other planets when they were looking for a suitable candidate to do the work, every single one declined. Even the gentle
Aguni and the Four Seas have grown beyond measure and they were seeking a new kingdom for their sons. Lutima has broken relations with other beings of the Great Space thus her own planet was excluded from the mother body until atonement was done. They search far and wide and now looking at their messed up habitation and lifestyle it was understandable why other planetarians didn't want to associate themselves with C53 and its people. But, one day there came a rescuer out of a different space. Form the aisles of Ganga and Ephraim, Ishtar was the only one available to remedy a lost tribe's hope to live ever after. When she heard the devastating cry of the motherland and looked into the chaos unfolding, she presents herself to help the species. She thought by offering herself, she would be allowed to come in her personal powerful form and do what was needed within a split second. Her powers were mightier than most goddesses thus she trusted herself for the mission. Great was the surprise when she learned after taking an oath that she was to go in human form and not just a human but a baby who was to learn for many years how to become an adult. She was devastated but having taken the oath to serve, she could not turn back. No one ever lived to tell the tale if they broke an oath which they made before the presence of Amma. With all those frustrations hidden in her, she took up the mission. And now looking at the people, all those frustrations came back. She was torn by the regret of taking up the mission and her fear to fail before Amma. She didn't understand the logic that drove the species because she didn't allow herself to be part of them. Would she succeed if she didn't understand why they were destroying themselves? Never in the world of the gods was there ever a creation that destroyed itself. This was the first of its kind. Over the past 1000 years, they have toiled extremely well on this piece of dirt, building infrastructures of might. Tall buildings with architectural excellence, and a strong engineering base that could last for centuries but they tore it down through war
and strive. Instead of learning from the structural components of those before them. They became lazy and slack on development, living robotic lives with no vision. They journey to the great land of Egypt to take pictures near the pyramids which were their best achievement to date as a species. If their minds were opened, they would have heard the voices of the Pharaohs, or even took out time to study why such divine works last thousands of years. Instead, they took pictures, ride camels and consume food they label as foreign, simply because they haven't tasted it before. The ways of the alien species on this side of the galaxy were hard to understand. Ishtar looked at them in wonder. Asking her spirit guides what they could possibly have seen in this species that needed perseverance. Given the opportunity, they would infiltrate the order of space and destroy that sole mandate which kept everything whole she thought.
There was one thing though which they seem to understand very well though, and that was the power of mating. This was intense. Engrave in their hearts, that it created havoc if not tended correctly. This was her territory and she smiled thinking about it. Instead of advocating the power of intimacy those that understood manipulated their brethren with it. For countless centuries men had the upper hand in changing the order of life. They mastermind a plot that would keep the women dormant. Studies and concepts were created to make women understand that their existence was merely to serve. They were taught to bring forth the child. Nurture and train it and release it into the care of men. Men were once known as the weaker species in the entire universe, for they lacked the gift of procreation. They were now elevated to stardom and given the status just beneath that of Amma. The exaltation of men, in their immortal being, was placed above women and the angels. With that, all structures in the earthly system pushed out women and centered it on men. They were not designed to lead, let alone communicate to the worlds above. Yet in one single stolen
moment of wisdom, grabbed by luck. They twisted the entire arrangement and build a new regime upon a lie. Everything that women were believed to be, they literally burned down to ashes.
Ishtar's eye flashed back into times when churches were created. When the warrior womb men were prosecuted. She looked into the flames that killed many priestesses as the word was distorted to make her out as evil. The yearning of power which laid in the womb of a female, made the men turn vicious. He wrote new laws, structured new religions, and build new political regimes to rule C-53. Making it out that C-53 was the only livable planet in the universe and that there was none better than their species in the world. To understand how they did it all was to understand the weakness and love of the women for that which she brought forth in life. Her own seed created enmity against her. Thus the only source of help needed was to come from the world beyond. She had the only key to call out for help. It took millions of years, as tears have flown on the soil of the Alkebulan dynasty. As the women cried out in desperation. The lords of the universe heard each cry but knew that giving power and lending help would not be sufficient. As the motherland was wounded and rendered powerless. She had to find new ways to return to herself. She needed to learn how to forgive her sons, how to love the unlovable, and how to restore Planet C-53 to perfection instead of breaking it down in her hour of wrath. The quest was to restore it to its perfect glory as the divine plan was before times. When the time was ripe Ishtar was released. Not to sweep clean but to build a new rescue team that would guide her in understanding their ways and show her what they required. Her powers were thus needed only to gate-keep and act under guidance as they move towards their perfect destination. At that hour Ishtar realized that she was sent to look at the earthlings through their own lenses and guide them. She was not to guide or war as a goddess but instead serve them with love, the same love
that parallels the mother's heart which calls out for help. She realized that only such love with patience and understanding as possible to tend to the broken souls of the people and restore their dignity.
While trying to figure out the species she was living with, Ishtar too was growing. She learned yet again that rules were changing with growth. When she became a teenager, she was taught not to play certain types of games with boys. To wear a certain type of clothing, to speak in soft tunes when to laugh like a lady, and even how to address her elders. Having mastered the art of obedience she became a model daughter, a lady groomed to perfection. With her beauty and poise, she turned heads where ever she went. People constantly complimented her on her look and classy style. But, she learned that not all could be trusted and kept to herself most of the time. Though she didn't realize it at the beginning her distancing from people made it difficult to know them because she didn't have friends to talk to. The only people whom she would speak to were her periodical foster parents and siblings. This was short-lived as she stayed with each family only for six months. For reasons she didn't know at the time, it was divinely orchestrated that she doesn't get too attached to a certain family and move from house to house. But as a teenager, it saddened her heart because she could not attend school and be like all the other girls. She would sometimes yearn for their friendships and in the confinements of her room mimic the things she saw them do and try to speak like them. Surrounded by people who seemed to genuinely care about her but couldn't keep her for unknown reasons, she was extremely lonely. Wishing to take part in the girlie gossip she used to hear about, have sleepovers or simply just be a child. Though in the body temple of a child she completely missed out on the experiences of being one. She was more confused as the things taught at one foster home were made redundant by the next. The final, family home before the social service made a decision of sending her off on
her own was the worse of them all. The father was the perfect picture of manliness, love, and responsibility which society classified him to be. Reference was made in church, community, and workplace for all other men to lead an exemplary lifestyle like his. He had the perfect family, perfect job, and perfect titles. He was handsome and had a beautiful wife and children. They lacked nothing as he managed a lucrative business or two. He was also responsible for the new cultivation of the new mining industry in the country. Every young boy aspired to be like him, every young woman dreamed of a husband like him, and every mother wanted him as a son-in-law and creator of her grandchildren. Ishtar could not understand how vein and common the species had become but she had no time to explore them better. Her stay at that house was to be very brief. She had only two months to live with them while the social services were trying to find a job and an apartment for her. They assessed her abilities and decide to settle with domestic work. She proofed to be very neat, cared for little children, and cleaned houses to perfection. As the slow speech as an adolescent classified her she was omitted from normal education. When her foster parents inquire about it they were simply dismissed with senseless excuses. So she found herself at her final destination before stepping out into the adult world without proper home training or education. At a tender age, she was to become yet another statistic in a fail system of governance. Two nights prior to her departure the father came to her room. She looked up to him with the same admiration everyone else did. He was always good to her. Bringing her gifts and treating her like one of the other children. But that night, dressed only in a robe he came to her room. There was something different about him. He came in, stood by the door starring at her for a while. With a soft reassuring smile and he came closer to her bed. Then he started to stroke her hair and face while whispering in her ears that he loved her. She was puzzled by his words because
he has never been that familiar with her. His actions quickly changed into that of an assuring, caring dad and she relaxed. He said that it was their night to know each other and play a different game. A game she was not to share with others in the house. He lifts her up from the bed and started undressing her slowly while dropped his own robe. Not knowing what sort of game this species would play with each other in this form, she remained standing, watching. He touched her breast, caressed her body, and moved trails with his fingers across every part of her body. Known feelings were rising up in her body and she was slowly heating up. Her spirit was lighting up small remembrances ignite by the touch of his hands for she was in fact a goddess of sexuality, trapped in the little child's body. The child's body didn't understand what was happening. Didn't understand why it was feeling the way it did. He made soft sounds that were tantalizing to the ear. She was not sure whether to like it or hate the acts he did. With confusion, she watched him in silence. Then slowly he dropped on his knees, all the time touching and caressing her. She just stood by in bewilderment. Why was she feeling so uneasy, yet funny excited? Looking forward to experiencing the new game but also afraid. She did not know where the fear was coming from as the mind was closing off all reasonable thought. He slowly parted her legs and caress the insides of her tights. The rush of heat through her body was overwhelming. Then he touched her right in the center of her being. The flood gates opened and she welcomed her new presence with ease. The man saw her transformation and became excited. But he was well advanced in the game, or so he thought and decided to take it slow with her. He knew that she was inexperienced. He needed to be gentle. Get her all worked up to yearn for him in such a way that they both would enjoy the game. He continued touching her and slowly caress her womanhood. Opening her up to receive the volcanic explosions her body was sending through her veins. She started moaning softly and he whispered to
her not to make noise as the game was their little secret and he did not want others to hear them. He opened her legs wider and brought his mouth closure to her thighs. With strong hands, he held her up and started kissing and licking her womanhood. As his tongue moved around her privacy, her body went into a rage with feelings exploding all over. Ishtar became at that moment. The man could sense that she was now filled with emotions and at the place where he wanted her to be. She was now in his control. He could do whatever he wanted with her. Slowly he pushed her away from him. With a sudden shock, she looked at him and tried to understand what was happening. He picked her up and move towards the bed. Put her down slowly and covered her with blankets. Her body was shivering, wanting something she could not describe. She lay there perfectly tucked in and not knowing why. The father of the house left her high and closed the door behind him. Living her in a dark room and confused mind. This, was the game that she was not to reveal to anybody? She thought silently. The one to be kept as their little secret? She laid there in total silence. Disturbed by the thought that a respected father would violate his daughter, keen or adopted in such a manner. Slowly it down to her body that what he was doing could not be a pleasurable act. Her spirit confirmed that it was a repulsive act to the body of a child. Exposing a child to feelings reserved for adulthood. The spirit within knew that the act was seen as a reproductive and entertainment form for the humans though it meant much more to the evolved spirit and sexuality goddess. It was also aware that what the father was doing to the child was pedophilia and punishable according to the laws of the world. But the young body temple exposed right there didn't understand any of it. And so would a normal child that was not possessed by the spirit of Ishtar. Anger spread all over Ishtar and she started glowing. Her first time to reveal who she really was. At this stage, it was not expected that humans would degrade to such levels to defile the innocent
body and minds of the new generation. But at the same time, she knew that the rage she was feeling had to mellow down and kept in control. It was not yet time.
Ishtar had a mission, so she let him be. She lay there in the bed so that her body could normalize and after a while, she slide out slowly. Dressed in total silence, and opened the door. Eager to learn what the man was up to. She tiptoed to the parents' room. There the mystery was unfolded. Her foster father went to the bedside where his wife was sat in tears. He placed his hands on her shoulder and whispered.
"Now I'm ready for you, come my darling wife"
She tried pushing him away but he was stronger and held her tight. "Do not fight me, dear wife, you are enjoying this as much as I do. Just come to me. And be grateful, you now have new assistance that can be of good use for our foreplay." He said laughing.
The woman did not utter another word, instead, she gave herself to him in full obedience. He was in total control ridding/exploring her through the tears and pain she was experiencing. After a good ten minutes, he fell off from her body exhausted and moved in behind the sopping woman to sleep. Ishtar slowly stood up from her position and turned around to walk back to her room. Not knowing that the woman inside saw her.
The next morning the house was awfully silent. As she came into the kitchen everyone was watching her in silence. She sat down and had her breakfast. No one said a word and they all eased finally into their normal self. It was silently confirmed that everyone knew but no one was going to name what happened last night to her. Ishtar wasn't sure whether that meant that she passed the test or not. Seemingly, she was now accepted as one of them. Thus life had to go
one as given. The father came in later, jovial as usual. Greeting and teasing everyone. Talking about this and that. He did not eat breakfast, in fact, he hardly ate at home. After a sip of coffee, he kissed his wife on the forehead and left. As the kids were preparing to go to school the mother pulled Ishtar to the side.
"Please, do not say anything to anyone please I beg you. For the sake of our lives,
please don't say anything about last night to anyone."
Ishtar was still confused since the previous night and she looked the lady in the
eyes while asking. "Is it right? Is he supposed to do that to me?"
"No, my dear, no he is not. But please, please don't let anyone hear about it. Please consider our reputation, consider what people will say about me, dear." The woman started crying but Ishtar simply walked away. Thinking why someone should be allowed to violate another being and be protected in such a manner. Perhaps this was the mystery about the species she was to unravel.
The following night she was expecting him. The woman's plea and the look in the eyes of the other children confirmed to her that what he did was not merely a once-off occurrence. He was to come again and again. That night, however, she was ready and waiting. When he entered the room, she was standing in the same place as the night before. She had no clothes on and ready for him to do what he needed to. Surprised at first, he went in hesitantly. He noticed that there was something off about the girl that night. She was looking different, a bit matured. He quickly dismissed the alarming thought and went straight to her.
"I see our little angel understands and appreciates the game now." He whispered as he started touching her. However, that night was not to be his to call the shots. Ishtar overtook him immediately and he went into a trance. She consumed his mind and create an illusion that seemed real to him. She seduced and teased
him in ways he never knew existed. She played the game of love in such a way that it made him scared. For a moment he was bewildered by thoughts. How could she even know the things she was doing to him? He wondered. He had no hold on her, let alone the power to resist her. By then Ishtar was glowing like a star. She did not touch him once. Her mind was the one igniting all the feelings in his body. He was moved from ecstasy to ecstasy. Confusion, pleasure, and lust were all streaming through his body as if on call. She kept him busy for good thirty minutes before his moaning and groaning turned into desperation. The kids in the rooms nearby, as usual, were either asleep or others had permanent headsets on their heads not to hear the midnight escapades of their parents. They all thought it was their parents doing the usual, but this time it was coming from another room. At first, the mother was sitting in tears as usual. Thinking why she kept allowing her husband to violate the children this way. Her parents wanted her to marry him. He was their savior out of poverty, their ticket to wealth. She kept silent because every time she tried talking about his weakness her mother would tell her to endure. That was part of being married she would be advised. She couldn't conceive, hence her husband decided that they adopt. She thought he was loving and caring and agreed. Until she learned of his ill practices. Not only about his in-house sexual escapades but also his infidelity and mall practices outside. Including corruption and money laundry. He was deep into everything he did and blamed her for his lack of the one or the other. Conditioning her mind with fear that she would equally be held accountable if he was ever caught. She loved the kids they adopted dearly but every single time when they turned thirteen, he would sodomize them. It did not matter to him if they were male or female. Heartbroken and powerless she would look on and turn a blind eye. Her turning a blind eye caused a rift between her and the kids. Such that they also started using her only for their benefit. Be it for money or
just a means to an end. She knew that they too have discovered her weakness and use it against her. When social services presented them with Ishtar she noticed something unusual about her. By simply looking in her eyes she could sense that the girl was different. There was genuine love shining from her eyes but also something she couldn't place. She knew intuitively that the new girl would either be a savior or destroyer. However, that night hearing the noise from the other room she was not sure. It seemed as if the girl overpowered her husband's lust. Instead of just playing with her as he did with the others it sounded as if he was going all the way. After a full hour, she couldn't bear it anymore. She marched straight to the room to confront her husband. When she opened the door, she found her husband curled up on the floor, crying, groaning, and moaning. Calling the girl's name over and over while getting one painful orgasmic experience after the other. She was shell-shocked at first but recovered quickly when she saw the glowing light which surrounded the girl who was sitting in a peaceful position a good distance from her husband. She quickly rushed to his side and pulled him out of the room, while yelling at the girl.
"What the hell are you doing to my husband, you witch!"
Immediately at the voice of the lady, Ishtar regained composure. The light disappeared and she collapses to the floor.
The lady pulled her husband out of the room and rushed back inside screaming to the girl.
"You witch, get out of my house. Do you want to kill my husband? What sort of
black magic did you use on him? Get out now!"
"You said what he was doing was not right. Was he supposed to keep doing it?" Ishtar asked confused. "You did not like what he was doing. Why allow him?"
The woman was completely derailed by then. "You witch, I did not ask you to help. Get out. He remains my husband. Get out!" she kept yelling. By then all the other children came rushing in to see what was happening. Their father was curled up naked in a corner outside the room while Ishtar was yelled at. The angry mother started throwing Ishtar's clothes out of the window while screaming to her to leave their house. Ishtar sat silent for a while then stood up and started walking out. One of the girls hold her hand in the corridor and whispered softly. "Thank you, someone had to deal with him. Thank you." Then she let go of her immediately.
Ishtar did not collect any of the clothing thrown out, neither did she stop to dress, she just walked away into the dark night. Ishtar walked that night through the streets of the capital city. Their house was in the black community called Katutura. A place loaded with profound history as the people of color were forcefully moved from conducive environments by the colonial masters to live in the harsh conditions in that space. Over the years this location was developed to meet or at least cater to some of the needs of the people. Today it is a blend of sophistication, luxury, and also hardships and struggle. It has expanded beyond the space of the city center and all the new leadership at one point lived in that location. It had its affluent areas but also some sections where people needed to think twice before venturing out at night. Ishtar had to walk through all those streets alone. Without money, a relative to call, or a place to call home. All for the quest to free the people who were stubborn to adhere to Amma's commandments. She was lonely but not frightened, didn't know where she would sleep that night but wasn't worried. However, as she walked alone through the streets, she cried for the earthlings. If some of them had such great power to destroy a child's life the way her foster dad did and the mothers not able to stand up for their children, she didn't want to live in such a world. She cried that night
for every innocent childbirth by this species and left out in the degrading systems. She cried for lack of love and care. And at that very moment, her strength was restored.
Just before daybreak, she met a couple of street children rushing by her as she entered the city center. Instinctively she followed them closely and soon found herself under the infamous bridge in the city center where all street dwellers housed themselves. She watched from a distance how they were preparing spaces to sleep. From the river bed close by they brought worn-out blankets and made their beds. Some of them just slept on card boxes. Ishtar moved closer and sat at the far end of the bridge. Watching and waiting before she would be comfortable to sleep. She had nothing with her. No clothes, no money thus didn't fear being robbed. All she wanted was shelter and she knew she would get it in that place. Later as she was about to drift off to sleep a tiny hand pad her on the shoulder. She looked up in the most adorable dirty face of a boy. He smiled broadly and held his hand out for her. Silently he led her to his corner and directed her to sleep on his little mattress. For the first time, Ishtar received unprecedented kindness out of the actions of a child, possibly not older than 10 years. She laid down and watch him cover her legs with his tiny blanket and position himself on the ground next to her. That little boy watches over Ishtar the entire night. The next morning he introduced her to the other kids. They didn't ask unnecessary questions, only the name of the new addition and that was it. It was common that from time to time new members would join, some would stay long, others just for a few days and disappear. The reasons why they came were not important and the only rule was to be protective of each other and hustle on your own. Their lifestyle was different and all they cared about was survival. Ishtar was thus accepted and introduced to the streets by her new protector. Though
there were tough times out in the street, this was the happiest time in her life. Finally, she had friends and people that genuinely cared about her safety.