“Stop apologising, Goldy”, Hildegard smiled. “I was never in your league intellectually, but I wasn’t completely stupid. I knew I was too lucky to have you, and I left of my own will when the time came. I knew you are the only one I would ever want, but we weren’t there at the same time. You had a life of a Bishop and a philosopher ahead of you, and I knew I would only stand in your way, for I wasn’t worthy of you yet”, she caressed his cheek. “But I prayed that God would bring our destinies together once we were both ready”, she smiled to her ancient love.
“When I was with you, I felt such depth of consciousness, merely from you being there, that nothing I felt in church came close, so I learned to relive that depth in my memory, and prayed to God to elevate me spiritually to that level, so I could truly be your wife, and not merely an incredibly lucky ancilla”, she laughed quietly. “I also never wanted to have another man in my bed, because I thought of myself as forever yours. In my next lives, this remained true, and I kept meditating and studying, without consciously knowing why, but of course I would remember between lives, as the Judges would awaken my memories”.
“You more than merely caught up with me, Hildegard”, he smiled. “You are so amazing now, I feel I now need to catch up with you”.
“Nonsense. Your energy grew deeper ever since we embraced, and it grows deeper still, as we breathe each other’s presence”, she dismissed the idea. “It seems that the only thing that was actually hindering your progress is the fact that your heart stopped when I went away, and I’m sorry for that”.
“And I’m sorry I didn’t always remain faithful to you. I briefly tried to fill the void with another woman, but it was an unworthy effort and brought me no happiness”, he nodded remorsefully.
“I forgive you. It was harder for you, I know. Everybody knew you were of high status and I was a daughter of a slave maid. The expectation was that I was nothing special. You only found out that it wasn’t so when you tried to replace me and you couldn’t, and you didn’t know why, and then you were ordained and all of it fell to the wayside. I, on the other hand, always knew you were special and irreplaceable. The only person who could ever come close to my memory of you was Christ himself. So, replacing you with another man wasn’t even a temptation”, she smiled.
“My only love, will you have me back? I am unworthy, and I was treacherous and foolish, but I confessed to Christ just now that I would do anything to repair that ancient mistake, where I treated my true wife as a worldly thing to renounce for Christ, only to find out that my way to God leads only through you”, he kissed her hand. “I promise to never leave you again, may Christ be my witness”.
“I will have you; for in my heart of hearts, I always remained yours”, she smiled and melted into his embrace.
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“Let’s go and find Christ, for this time I want him to pronounce us man and wife, to make up for my old failure”.
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“Truly, you are already married, but I bear witness to this fact and pronounce you husband and wife”, Jesus embraced them both. “Do you now know what to do”?
“I felt immense relief and spiritual growth as she returned to me and I held her, so I would suspect that further growth lies in that direction”, Augustine offered.
“Quite so”, Christ nodded. “You can get more precise details from the Teachers of Gods in the apple orchard, for they are the greatest experts in all of Heaven in matters of spiritual marriage and energy flows. However, I think you are both mature and wise enough to already suspect everything. You need to love, adore, worship and serve each other, and you also need to worship the person of God that is closest to you. Do you know who that is for you?”
“You are”, they spoke in unison, and smiled.
“Well, that makes it simple. Love each other and breathe in each other’s energy, and remember My presence and what you admire about it, for I am the Light of the World”, the Jewel in his hearth flashed and they were both momentarily overcome with bliss. “Love and worship each other, and love and worship God; and the rest is up to God, because the next step in spiritual evolution isn’t so much you choosing to become something, as much it is God choosing to become you”, he hugged them again and shooed them away to meditate.
And, as they did, the Gods were twenty one.
About this story:
I know it's not actually accurate. I tried to get it accurate but I couldn't because this one is extremely close, it's just that the historical persons are "wrong"; Augustine's true wife and Hildegard's true husband are not each other, but other very similar people, and since I didn't want to duplicate the story and I couldn't resolve the actual details, I decided to just merge them into one, which makes much more sense from the standpoint of the story, and it's accurate enough that nobody "up there" seems to mind.
This is the best love story that I ever read.