Aghadreena, leader of the Queendom of Earthly Bliss and her disciples,
clad in different shades of green, gathered in a meadow
under the canopy of cloudy skies. They held hands in a circular formation.
Together they repeated, “Mother Earth, Mother Earth,
how great you’ve been to us, how thankful we are to thee.
Grant us all your love, so that we can sustain you.”
Imprisoned by Willoughby, the conqueror, Aghadreena and her disciples
wore the clothes of “heretics and sisters of evil.”
The wrath of the conqueror brought forth overwhelming grief:
wars of destruction, financial ruin and hunger. Willoughby’s unfettered power
corrupted the domain of the sacred mother. In the vast ocean of space,
Island Earth felt lonely and helpless. The spirit of yearning for the Queendom
days of peace, happiness and prosperity refused to depart from the realm
of the sacred mother.
A group of men, The Poets of Nirvana, demanded to Willoughby the release of
Aghadreena and her disciples. Willoughby, a lover of poetry, thought deeply
about the group quoting the words of John F. Kennedy, “When power leads
man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.” Haunted by the awesome powerof these words, the conqueror embarked on a journey of soul-searching. Mother Earth was basking in the sunlight of hope.