Join the author as she travels back over 2000 years to visit with a miraculous woman in the holy land. Open the door and walk into a world where people are more connected to the land, to nature, and to God. Explore a time where people didn’t separate their religious beliefs from their daily lives. Awaken and explore the rituals and the richness in everyday life.

 

The story follows the life of Samara as she grows up in her Uncle Binyamin’s house on the road to Jerusalem after losing her mother when she was just an infant. Her cousin Joshua surreptitiously affords her the opportunity to obtain something few women of that time had; an education. Equipped with knowledge, a strong connection to God and a very inquisitive mind, Samara defies the odds and leads a most extraordinary life; especially for a woman.

 

In an age when women were subservient to men Samara disregards convention and becomes a strong, independent woman. But this is more than just the story of Samara. This is a modern day parable meant for all WOMEN (and the men who care about them). Even today women still struggle with the tension between their more traditional, child-raising, supportive roles and the modern, liberated, successful, leadership roles that are now permissible.

 

So, come along with Samara on a profoundly moving, deeply inspiring walk back in time. Partake of this divine mystery and allow yourself to be inducted into the deeper mysteries of who we really are. May the light that shines through Samara illuminate your own life and reveal your own true path. If something deep within you begins to stir honor it. If not just sit back and enjoy the story. Either way, it will take you somewhere you have never been before.

 

 

 

Samara's Story

By Samara

Balboa Press

Copyright © 2012 Samara
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4525-6274-2

Chapter One

I have come to visit the WOMAN of over 2000 years ago.

Walking along the dusty road, a strong, earthy odor from a nearby herd of sheep fills the air. After my long journey, I can finally see my destination. As I approach, enticing aromas coming from inside the dwelling gradually replace the musty scents of the land. The smell of freshly baked bread from the hearth seems to dance with the spices wafting up from smoked meats. There is a richness in the mingling essences of the different spices and delicate fragrances that makes me feel light and wonderful.

The WOMAN greets me and invites me in. She is dressed in a beautiful, long, flowing robe, and is wearing a headdress vibrant in all the colors and shades of the rainbow. She asks me to take off my shoes and sit down, and offers me a drink. It is a drink that I recognize, but I just cannot seem to place, although the aroma and taste are so familiar. As I enjoy this elixir I can feel its calming effect on me. She tells me that we have much to talk about, but that she wants me to bathe first since I have journeyed on foot from so far away.

After I finish my drink, she takes me by the hand and leads me to the room where I will be sleeping the night. Her handmaiden brings me fresh clothes to change into after my bath. She directs her handmaiden in a different tongue as to how she wants to bathe and dress me. Then she turns to me and says that after I have bathed, rested and dressed, we will meet. We will have supper and then talk, she says, for she has waited a long time for this meeting and is full of anticipation and excitement for this day. I hug her warmly and feel an intense closeness to her—her mere presence seems to fill my spirit with pure joy and love. I turn my head to watch her leave the room, knowing that I will be with her again soon.

Her handmaiden then directs me to a different area, where she undresses me and helps me into the bath waters. It is a large enclosure of water, and the bath waters feel so cool and refreshing against my skin. The handmaiden adds drops of precious oil to the water, and the natural aroma of the oil makes my body tingle and my head feel light. I love the feeling of it; it makes me feel sensual and uninhibited. The handmaiden comes over to me and washes my skin and hair ever so gently. Her touch is so soft and soothing, and her voice is so calm. She hums a gentle tune that makes me feel so at ease, as if I do not have a care in the world but to just enjoy and feel wonderful. I touch her arm softly and ask her what her name is and she replies "Rivkah." I thank her for her kindness and her gentle touch. I ask Rivkah what her lady's name is, and she tells me that soon I will find out.

Rivkah helps me out of the bath waters and wraps me in cloths until I am dry. She rubs more aromatic oils on my body and tells me how soft and beautiful my skin is. I hug Rivkah because she seems so familiar to me, and the hug comes from my heart. I feel such love for her and I do not question why. She walks me over to the dressing area and asks me to raise my arms over my head so that she can dress me. As she adorns me, a sense of my own beauty washes over me. I feel the smooth, sensual silk of the dress as it cascades down my body. Rivkah then guides me over to the bed and asks that I rest, for I have had a long journey and will have much to talk about with my hostess. She tells me that I need my rest. I remember putting my head on my pillow, and that is the last thing I recall.

It seems like only a short time before Rivkah comes back and awakens me from my sleep. I stretch my body across the bed and slowly get up to greet her and hear what she has to say. Rivkah tells me that she will finish dressing me now. She guides me over to a table and chair and asks me to sit so that she can brush my hair. She tells me that she loves my long, dark, wavy hair. As she brushes it, I am tingling with delight. It feels like a wonderful massage and relaxes me so. I gradually get up from the chair with her help. She then takes my left hand and guides me into the room where my hostess is sitting. Rivkah bows graciously to both of us and leaves the room.

My hostess, in her warm way, waves with her hand for me to come and sit next to her. She has two goblets of wine and some delectable fruits and meats waiting for us to devour. I didn't realize I was so hungry until now. I feel almost famished. So we sit together in silence and eat from the beautiful display of fruits and meats and drink wine. When we are finished, Rivkah returns to take the food away and then leaves us alone.

I feel so comfortable, as if I am in my own house. The WOMAN looks at me and says, "You are."

"How did you know what I was thinking?" I ask her. "I didn't even say a thing."

"You don't have to," she replies, "for we are the same." Then I realized that I was looking into a mirror of myself, and that she is I and I am she. Then we hug each other, for I feel one with her and I love her. For she is why I am who I am today. I ask her what her name is and she replies, "I am Samara." The name reverberates inside of my body and echoes in my mind. It feels like it is my own name. Then she begins to tell me the story of us. For it is truly US.

Chapter Two

Isaiah, my scribe, starts off this session by stating the following:

"We Are Ready To Start Transcribing, For There Is Important Information That Needs To Be Put Forth. There Is Much Going On In Your Times Of Now, And Many Are Living Parallel Lives Of Times Before. This Is The Time To Relive Things, To Walk Through Your Emotions To Make Yourself A Clear Channel, And You Do This By Re-Living, Re-Experiencing And Re-Emotionalizing It. At This Time On Your Earth Plane, It Feels Like Time Is Being Compressed, With So Many Activities And Events Being Squeezed Into Your Lives. It Is No Longer A Long Stretch Of Linear Time, But Of Simultaneous Time, Because That It Is How It Really Is, With All Time Running Together: Past, Present And Future. That Is Why Spirit Is Presenting Many People At This Time The Opportunity To See The Parallels In Their Lives, So They Can Work Through It And Not Have Their Energies Drawn Back Into Time. If All Can Do This, Then All People Will Be Living In The NOW. It Is The NOW That Makes A Difference In Your Living. In The NOW Is Where Your Power Is."

Samara continues to tell me the story of when she was a little baby, in a land not too far away from here. She holds my left hand in her lap, and as she begins to tell of her life of many years ago, she gently reminds me that this is our story. As I look into her sparkling green eyes, I know this to be true.

She starts by describing the conditions of the time:

It is a very hot day. The sun is unrelenting, and the desert winds are blowing dirt and brush into dust devils that spin across the ground. The land is dry and parched, for there have been no rains in a long time to quench the thirst of the earth. I hear a lot of commotion around me. It sounds like people are packing up their houses and getting ready to leave. In the background I hear the anxious cries of those who do not want to leave their cherished dwellings and possessions behind. Through the commotion, we hear a man run into the main section of the village and call out to residents to hurry and pack—the Romans will be entering the village soon. "Hurry, Hurry," he says. "There is not much time. They will be here by sunset." The villagers are so frightened that they cannot think...