She was sitting next to the stretcher at the hospital. “I am very sorry madam, your husband is in a coma. He suffered a severe concussion. The internal bleeding with a pacemaker increased the pressure and destroyed a large part of his brain. He has little chance of ever coming out of the coma.”
Justine was overtaken by a cold shiver. She could not cry anymore.
Separation
Justine was captured in a mysterious trance. She was dreaming that they had driven south from Walpole, after landing in Western Australia. The rugged and difficult road had brought them to Conspicuous Beach. They had been drawn to this isolated coastal wilderness. They were at a loss to understand the motive of the unplanned journey. Only the Yeagarup trails, a few years earlier, had presented a more difficult challenge for exploration. Etienne stopped the jeep on the beach in the little bay, pausing a moment to take in the strange beauty of the endless blue waters of the sub-arctic ocean. Etienne took Justine’s hand and in silence, they began the long and difficult climb to the top of Conspicuous Cliff.
Catching their breath, they had undressed and were standing naked in an embrace on Rame Head, over the rugged cliff. The sunset was bathing the beach below, its multicolor rays bouncing over the waves, beating relentlessly at the sand bar. All of a sudden, her eyes and his were transfixed, plunging into the depth of their souls. They were pulled closer into each other’s arms. Their lips were barely touching, their mouths and noses exchanging their breaths. Their arms were welding their bodies, their breasts, their bellies and their thighs touching, but motionless. Their feelings were leading every part of their bodies to become one. They had become one, in a perfect fusion of love bliss.
Dark clouds began covering the sky, the rumbling of thunder was approaching. Horus appeared draped in the darkness of the sky. His face was overcome by the ugliness of his envy and anger. Lightning was reflecting on the stormy sea beating on the bay below them, in rhythm with the thunder. Justine and Etienne felt their bodies being forced apart and they tried to hold to each other with all their might. Then the dark clouds parted over the lover’s heads and Isis and Osiris appeared in brilliant splendor holding hands. They projected a rainbow that poured down and wrapped over Justine and Etienne. The rainbow began stretching strengthening their bounding. The rainbow was transforming into an aurora borealis, a spectrum mixing shades and colors in a perpetual movement, blending light and darkness. In the beam of light, Justine and Etienne were sitting on a white horse. On Etienne’s shoulder sat the monkey. Justine held the black cat and the red bird was singing over their head.
Horus in a rage departed with the lightning and thunder. Justine and Etienne heard voices transcending from above: “Dearest Justine and Etienne, we could not overcome Horus’ powers fed by anger and envy for our love. Your bodies may remain separated during the remainder of life on this earth but our love and feelings for each other have fused your souls for eternity.”
The dark clouds dissipated to reveal the sky lit with the trillions of stars that overtake the South Pole, during the long Antarctic nights. Justine and Etienne began separating pulled in the stretching aurora borealis. The white horse, the monkey sitting on his back holding the cat and the red bird flying overhead followed Isis and Osiris in a last earthly journey, rising to blend with the constellations. Justine and Etienne felt the heat of the constellation demanding that their soul heal with the peace of a forecoming return to their love. They could feel that they were one with the universe. They had connected to the absolute Tryad. Time was separating them as time does on this earth, but the lover’s unions in the Triad remains present forever in the absolute, in communion with all beings, all dreams and all fantasies.
Surrogate
Justine remembered nothing of her last twenty years, when she returned to Brassac. She was sitting with Maman on the swinging bench chained to the tree branch in the rear garden. Maurice had welcomed her return to Brassac with the gift of the swinging bench. He had spent long hours to complete the task in time to demonstrate his appreciation. Maman was tending to her feet.
“I feel I am awakening from a long sleep. If I had a dream, I cannot remember anything of it.” Catherine was holding her tears with great difficulty. Justine was just released from the psychiatric ward. For many months, it was feared that she would never regain her mental abilities. She came back home last week. Twenty years of memory were erased from her mind. It was not expected that she would recover that loss. Otherwise, she had fully regained her physical and mental health.
“Maman,” Justine continued, “Maurice proposed to marry me. He would like me to join him to work at the vineyard.” Catherine stopped filling her toenails and let go of Justine’s foot.
“He is not an unpleasant young man,” she said pensively, “he is your age and he has developed a promising business.” Justine felt so strange. She could not remember her past, yet a multitude of emotions were harassing her with incomprehensible messages.
“I am reassured by your understanding Maman. I think it is time for your forty year old daughter to think about a relationship. Maurice came for coffee after lunch yesterday, like he did most every day, for as long as I can remember. He accompanied me to the barn to fetch logs. He pulled me in his arms and reached to kiss me on the lips. It was not, as you said earlier, unpleasant, but…,” Justine paused for a minute.
“Maman I know how much you miss Marcel, the man of your life. I saw you so often crying at night. You were overtaken by such powerful emotions. Do you think your Justine will feel powerful emotions in her heart again sometime soon?”
Isis and Osiris were watching from the constellation above with tears flowing from their eyes. Somewhere in the timeless labyrinth of the universe, the lovers’ soul is quietly rekindling the eternal flame of passion.
The Labyrinth of Passion by Charles Westmont is also published as a trilogy:
In the first book of the trilogy, SOLO, Justine and Etienne are, from the outset, confronted with the drama of their destiny rooted in a legend from ancient times when they were known as Justhis and Pharaoh. A chronicle of the noble exploits of Justine’s grandparents, leaders of the French resistance in the course of the Second World War announces the return to the modern times of Justhis as Justine, our heroine. Throughout her turbulent life, Catherine will remain a victim of these pathetic years of emotional and physical abuse that will be compounded by the loss of her lover and her ill-fated escape toward a difficult marriage to Wilson, Justine’s father. Unhindered by the violence of her conception, Justine will return to the world carried by the Gods. From childhood, she will be groomed by erotic experiences to reassume her role as the perfect mistress of the God.
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The second book of the Trilogy, DYAD, opens with Horus’s offensive to mobilize evil elements in expectation of the lovers’ return to one another. Under Isis and Osiris’s supervision, Justine and Etienne meet on the site of their separation that lasted five millenia and are immediately engulfed in a labyrinth of passion as if they had never left each other. Early on an omen alerts them about the precarious nature of their relationship. Following the first encounter in Cairo, Paris and its vicinity become the stage for the lovers’ exploration of their souls and bodies. When the lovers travel to many sites, countries and continents, the adventures evolve to increasing erotic intensity to the delight of Isis and Osiris and the growing hatred of Horus.
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In TRYAD, the last book of the Labyrinth of Passion Trilogy, the lovers travel the world, sharing adventures of increasing erotic intensity to the delight of Isis and Osiris, their eternal mentors, and the growing hatred of Horus. Later, an attempt by Isis and Osiris to hide the lovers from Horus brings the lovers to Australia, Etienne’s homeland. Justine discovers the perfect love nest. Buried in the depth of their passion, the lovers begin a
new level of erotic sophistication. The revelation of past flings and the conspiracy of fantasies explode in constant unison to kindle the flame of the lovers’ passion.
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About the author
Charles Westmont was reared in the countryside of Geneva by a romantic mother, who instilled in her son her craving for the marvelous and an acute sensitivity for emotions, in oneself and others. The influences of his grandmother, a proficient pianist, and of his self-educated grandfather, a brilliant artisan and a supporter of the arts, reinforced these attributes.
Charles benefited of seven years of classical education in French at an international boarding school. The curriculum covered a broad spectrum of the arts and sciences, offered by the Jesuits, in the post war years. While in boarding school, a severe illness prevented the author from pursuing sporting activities for a few years. These empty times were replaced by the devouring of an entire library, with a preference for literature and history.
The author completed university degrees in arts and business. Early in his career, he associated with professionals of diverse training and backgrounds, who joined his quest for the Golden Fleece. For more than forty years, the group promoted and developed ventures, on many continents, covering a broad spectrum of achievements in the fields of leisure, healthcare, urban development and technology. Under his leadership, many of the projects stand as notable successes.
The author perfected his English from exposure in the military service and the business world. His professional activities commanded equal time for communicating and writing in French and English. With the able support of his executive assistant, a graduate of English, French and Spanish literature, he was able to refine his skills. His writing style blends a French literary education with spoken English and the universal language of the soul.
The author began writing privately, to fill the void and loneliness of constant international travel over forty years. He was motivated to renew his pen when he began spending more of his free time in the exalting natural wonders of the US/Canada border. The marvel of a passionate love relationship inspired this first novel.
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