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    The Three Jewels
    The Three Jewels
    The Three Jewels
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    The Three Jewels

    By Nirmala Nataraj

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    A mystical parable about life, death, rebirth, and what it means to usher in new worlds in the wake of apocalyptic loss and destruction.


    Young, curious, and full of wonder, she innocently breaks her community's taboo separating the world of the living from the world of the dead. Banished, she is cursed to wander a desolate hell

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWinged Serpent Press
    Release dateDec 27, 2022
    ISBN9798987030912
    The Three Jewels
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    Nirmala Nataraj

    Nirmala Nataraj is a New York-based writer, editor, book midwife, theater artist, and mythmaker whose work lives at the crossroads of creativity, mythology, storytelling, and collective liberation. She is trained in a variety of methods of narrative- based collective healing, including Family Constellations, Psychodrama, Playback Theatre, and Theatre of the Oppressed. Nirmala is the author of three bestselling books about the cosmos: Earth + Space, The Planets, and Stargazing. Find out more at nirmalanataraj.com.

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      The Three Jewels - Nirmala Nataraj

      Winged Serpent Press

      New York

      Copyright © 2023 by Nirmala Nataraj. All rights reserved.

      All images by Slobodan Dan Paich. Reprinted with permission.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the written permission of the author and publisher.

      Paperback ISBN: 979-8-9870309-0-5

      eBook ISBN: 979-8-9870309-1-2

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2022921570

      Book cover and interior design by Erin Seaward-Hiatt

      Editorial production by kn literary

      For Slobodan, who shared the magic of his vision

      over many cups of tea and conversations imbued

      with cosmic knowledge.

      MANY MOONS AGO, there was a woman—or was she only half woman? Sometimes she felt like a little girl; other times she felt like a wizened old crone; and yet other times she felt like something altogether alien, something without organs or humors or the slightest tendency to leave a sign of its passage—even waste or sorrow—as living ones are wont to do.

      The story was so old it was easy to misremember, or at least momentarily misplace—even for the one at the very center of it.

      She walked in darkness for a long time, in a place where the memory of light was as murky as the moldering walls and the pools of sludge that paved the path ahead of her. Darkness reached across the horizon like a pair of arms from a watery grave. It had been like this for so long, not that it mattered . . . for this was a place where the very blinking tinkering thought of time was without essence.

      Indeed, how long it had been like this, she was not entirely sure. And even certainty, in the end, had lost its power of persuasion, when all was prayed and done.

      She remembered very little, except, only vaguely, a time when the garden was overgrown with weeds and shadows, when hope gave way to the sweet wreckage of reminiscence and love became a melody in a music box that was forever frozen shut, impervious to meddlesome eyes.

      A heart is something that must be protected from interlopers, even if that requires forgetting, she would tell herself over and over again. Even if I imagined the whole thing, I know there is something in me that is willing to stare into the mouth of death, to face the ruins alone if need be.

      The woman walked slowly through the deep, abyssal always-night, fearful yet resolute. She wore an elaborate casement of armor whose origins might have been hinted at in just the right light, but that had been long forgotten—a dubious booty. Although she wore it as if it had never not been a part of her, she knew only that it protected her from the darkness, which had once not been such a formidable adversary.

      Although she was sure that it was not of her, she could not recall a time when this armor didn’t settle around her like a halo of gathered dreams, a second skin as close and intimate as the air she breathed. Dense as a soldier’s livery,

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