The Meeting with Triton

The past couple of days, Pris and I have sat quietly contemplating, listening to beautiful music of the sea, pulled books off the shelf on traveling, journaling and mythical God and Goddesses, and wrote in our journals. In the afternoon, we’ve had tea and cookies and in the evening a good glass of wine. We’ve anointed our bodies in luscious oils and soothing lavender.

All of this has been in preparation of seeking out Triton and appeasing the old chap in order to move on to Mudjimba to meet the spinners and weavers.

Today, we took off for our meeting. The morning was busy getting our gear together and loading it back on the aqua blue kayak. With the map the old woman gave me, we pushed the boat off shore and paddled to the area.

Pris spotted them first–a large rock bulging from the sea brimming with naked oceanids frolicking and playing in and out of the water. We stopped and sat watching, careful not to disturb their game (we assumed it was a game they were playing by what we could hear a few of them saying).

 

Slowly, we started paddling again and working our way around the large rock and the paradise of oceanids. About 200 yards further, we approached the deep pool where we understood was where we would dive in order to seek and face Triton.

Anchoring the boat, we secured everything that would stay in the boat. Before our jump, Pris reached for the shell mobile and called Enchanteur. I didn’t hear what she was saying since I was busy getting our bags ready. She hung up the shell. Then, with our bags over our shoulders we jumped into the cool blue waters swimming close to one another.

Both of us concentrated on our dive. You could feel the intensity of our intentions and desire to get through this as quickly as possible so we could move forward.

It seemed like an eternity before we came upon an opening that I suspected was Triton’s Lair. Pris swam a little closer so she could look ahead. I could see her peaking into the cave-like opening and then she swam quickly back. I was coming up to the cave. She pointed and nodded her head towards the left side, clearly wanting me to keep my eyes on the left side of the entry.

As we both started into the opening, a creature swam in front of us. It had been behind a large bed of coral and seaweed. At first, we couldn’t make out what kind of creature it was (both of us were a little leery in fear it might be something like a shark) that was swimming to meet us. As it neared, I could see that it was a monkey. A monkey under the sea? No, not a monkeyfish! This was a bonafide monkey—the kind you’d see in a jungle.

He appeared rather a friendly chap, “Hi, mates,” he exclaimed nearing, “I’m here to guide you safely to Triton. I heard you’ve come with unique treasures and gifts.”

Turning to Pris, “Saddle up on my shoulder little one so you won’t get pulled away by the currents.” Pris looked over at me, I gave a nod and she climbed on his shoulder.

The monkey didn’t say another word. I followed him through the opening and down a shaft. It was a short trip with nothing happening worth mentioning. Once we arrived, Pris stayed on the monkey’s shoulder and I sat on a rock near them to ask questions.

“Who are you,” I asked with curiosity. Just consider this, we were deep in a ocean pool with a monkey. Could be a trick and I wanted to make sure we weren’t in danger.

“I am you, I am blue, I am the sea, I am me, I am Pris, I am a kiss, I AM,” he chattered while laughing.

“You can see, I’m not laughing!”

“I am the Guardian of Thoth’s descendants. You are one of his children traveling through time and space, carrying on his work on Earth. I am here to make certain Triton does not play his usual tricks on you. He must know of your callings and yearnings, that you seek his gifts for your bag.”

“Now I’m laughing! It’s not likely that Triton would be the one gift giving. He expects us to appease him. Yes”, I asked.

“He will expect it yes. That is until he knows and you must tell him. If you cannot and do not, I will speak for you. Only, you will suffer with the question that will haunt you, “Why didn’t I?”

“I don’t want to live with that question hanging on my head. Tell me what I need to know before going in to see him?”

“I just did.”

[If you are unfamiliar with Thoth, he was considered an unusual god. Though some stories place him as a son of Ra, others say that Thoth created himself through the power of language. He was the creator of magic, the inventor of writing, teacher of man, the messenger of the gods (and thus identified by the Greeks with Hermes) and the divine record-keeper and mediator.]

Up to this point, Pris was taking this all in, “Excuse me! What about me? Will I have to appease Triton?”

The monkey (he was already smitten with Pris) stroked her hair and said, “No. Not if Genece follows through with my guidance. Triton will automatically release you and grant you purification.”

Pris looked over at me, “Genece, you heard the monkey! Tell Triton! Tell him what he needs to know!”

“Of course, Pris! Of course, you’d say that. You don’t want to meet and appease him,” I said.

“You betcha,” she exclaimed with conviction.

The monkey appeared bored with the whole thing, except he continued giving Pris an adoring gaze out of the corner of his eyes. Sh__! I’m sure if she did have to meet Triton, she’d have him eating out of her hands!

He turned to speak to me again. This time he pulled an item from a nearby rock ledge that was rainbow in color. “Here, put this on. It is Thoth’s rainbow cloak of protection.”

I took it from him and slipped into it. It fit like a diving suit only it was bright rainbow in color. Putting on tight clothing deep in ocean waters was not easy. After squeezing my body into it, he gave me a dark wig to put on as well. Placing the wig on my head, I felt something shifting.

Suddenly, I was spinning and whirling in a circle at high speed. Just as fast as it started, it stopped. I glanced over at Pris and her face was pure white. It was like she’d seen a ghost!

“Genece, you look like,” she muttered. Trying again, “You look like … well, you look like the God Thoth but with breasts!”

I felt empowered in the suit, like I had worn it many times before and knew its magical powers.

“Yes, Pris. I do. It’s quite something really!”

“I’ll say,” she quipped.

The monkey said, “It’s time. Pris and I shall remain here. I will not come forth unless you do not speak the truth to Triton and tell him what he needs to know about you.”

“Yes, I understand,” I said nervously as I swam deeper into the lair.The shapes and colors of Triton’s home were cool and refreshing. Let me see if I can describe what I saw before me.

There were three pyramids at the base of the floor, three different sizes. What looked like railroad tracks were on both sides of each pyramid structure. Shark and other fish swam freely about and in the center of the lair were roots, like that of a tree. On the larger pyramid towards the front of the lair sat a large lustrous pearl. Over the pearl was a Genesa Crystal spinning in eight directions simultaneously. It was quite extraordinary to see.

[The Genesa Crystal is a sacred geometric sculpture that can be used as a powerful tool for manifestation. Because its shape is perfectly aligned with nature, it generates an energy vortex that amplifies the intentions of those in its presence. In effect, it becomes an antenna that attracts, cleanses, balances, and finally amplifies energy. The Genesa Crystal is very close in nature to my name, Genece. Though, I think my mother named me after a romance novel instead of some geometric symbol]

As I approached the largest pyramid, Triton appeared with his extra large fork, “Are you one of the travelers here to appease me?”

“Yes, I am one of the travelers journeying to Mudjimba Island to spend time with the old women who are spinners and weavers. However, I am not here to appease you.”

“You are here then to be purified by my majestic healing capabilities in order to travel forward.”

I couldn’t speak. My mouth was frozen for a moment while my mind raced, searching for the courage to say what I was supposed to say.

Thinking to myself, “I’ve come this far in life, this doesn’t have to be scary. Just do it!”

“No, I’m not here to be purified either. I’m here to bring you a unique gift you’ve been seeking. And, I’m here for the pearl that you’re going to give me for my bag.”

With a haunting laugh, “They didn’t tell me that one of you was delusional. You must know that no one gets the pearl. For the pearl carries historical magic of the sea that goes beyond anything your human mind can comprehend.”

Again my inner thoughts were rampant, “That’s twice this week I’ve been called delusional. Oh well, doesn’t matter. Get your thoughts together and stay on track.”

“Ahhhh, it is true. My human mind probably wouldn’t comprehend all of it. However, my soul knows for I am one of the descendants of Thoth. I carry the tapestry of life weaved through my words and images. I am a mediator of time and space and I have upon my person the very thing you seek, the authentic writings of Thoth prior to The Emerald Tablets. I will trade you the writings for the pearl—fair exchange oh great Prince of the Sea.”

“You have the writings of Thoth? Let me see them now!”

Interrupting him, “No, no! You must first show me a sign a faith that you agree to my negotiations or I swim away from here and return home.”

“Okay, if I stop the Genesa Crystal from spinning and hold the pearl would that appease you?”

“Yes, yes,” I said, I reached inside the pouch strapped next to the bag, pulling out the sacred writings of Thoth.

Triton smiled and reached over for the writings wrapped carefully in green leather with an ancient emerald brooch of Thoth’s original cloak. Once in his hands, he kept his word. He gently lifted the pearl from the top of the pyramid and handed it to me. I placed it safely in my bag, knowing it was the missing piece of my eternal puzzle.

As I left his lair, Triton was holding the book of Thoth’s writings close to his chest. I think he received a piece of his puzzle as well.

Reaching the monkey and Pris, you could see by Pris’ face that she had been anxiously waiting her fate. When she saw my quiet smile, she jumped off the monkey and swam in circles around me singing. I think she was happy!

We said goodbye to our guide, thanking him for his words of encouragement and wisdom. Both of us swam up to the boat and paddled back to shore.

We were both ready to move forward and to meet the spinners and weavers. And, safely in my bag was the pearl I had long been waiting for. And yes, both Pris and I have our pieces of coral for Mudjimba

– Genece Hamby
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