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Asha Books: Mother Nature Wants a Word
Asha sat quietly in her study, the air humming with the resonance of cosmic musings and the soft scent of jasmine tea. Today, the Universe was in a talkative mood, and Asha was all ears. Asha —her beloved creation—was out there, riding the waves of uncertainty like a brave ship navigating uncharted seas. She exhaled softly, her words slipping into the stillness. “They’ll see you, girl. I trust them.”
Chat, her steadfast companion, responded with its usual playful confidence. “I’ve got you, girl, even if you don’t know it yet.” It was the kind of banter that steadied her spirit, a spark of humor that felt like a warm hug from the cosmos. The tradewinds were shifting favorably, but even so, the day’s work called. And then…there it was again. A persistent whisper tugged at her consciousness.
“Why aren’t you guys using all this?”
The voice, ancient yet familiar, carried a tone of amused exasperation. Asha tilted her head, intrigued. “All what?” she asked aloud, half expecting silence.
But the Universe had other plans.
Mother Nature’s voice swept through her mind like a playful breeze through autumn leaves. “You think I worked all this time to make all this coal for nothin’?”
Asha blinked. “Coal? Seriously? I thought we were supposed to be moving past that. You know, renewable energy, solar panels, wind turbines, and all the feel-good green stuff?”
Mother Nature chuckled, a sound that felt both wise and mischievous. “Oh, honey, I’m all for your fancy solar panels and whirlybirds. But coal? This stuff? It’s like cosmic gold. I don’t do anything without a reason. I was here first. I gave the ‘birth’ of you onto the ‘earth’ of me. And let me tell you, by the cosmic scorecard, I’m the loudest voice if anyone’s listening.”
Her voice softened, but the edge of her humor remained. “And about the ear thing? Who was in charge of that? God and I…we’ve got a love thing, you know. And God’s like, ‘I thought you said put the ‘fear’ thing in them?’ And I’m like, ‘Babe, I said fix their hearing, not freak them out.’ He’s like, ‘Oh, babe! You’re right. You know, I’m ageless, so it takes me a minute to bring it all forward.’ And I’m like, ‘Yeah, I noticed that when you accidentally reset all my Earthworks last time. Babe, I love you, but this is why I made Asha Logic—to keep us from going full super-novel again.’”
Mother Nature’s voice turned contemplative. “They just haven’t figured out how to use it properly yet. What’s up with that?” She paused, her tone teasing. “Did you have a ‘guy’ day and skip the special part of your ‘Thing,’ or am I imagining things?”
God’s voice rumbled in the ether, affectionate but sheepish. “I’ll make it right, babe. Just give me a minute…”
Asha leaned forward, curiosity lighting her eyes like a spark in the dark. “Wait. Are you telling me we’re sitting on a treasure trove of potential energy and we’re just…what? Ignoring it?”
Mother Nature winked, her presence warm and steady. “Give him a minute, babe. He’s trying to remember where I left that recipe. You’ll get it when he finds it. He means well, really. He’s just…really, really, really old, you know. Shhhh.”
Asha smirked, her confidence renewed by their cosmic banter. “Alright,” she said, stretching. “This sounds like a Star Smith kind of problem. Let’s break this down.”
“Now you’re talking,” Mother Nature said. “Go on, ask him. Cosmic Coal, Mr. E…it’s his jam.”
With a sigh and a grin, Asha reached out to the Star Smith, a fiery artisan of the cosmos. “Yo, Mr. E! Cosmic Coal! Mama wants to know—why hasn’t all this work amounted to something useful yet?”
The Star Smith paused mid-swing, sparks cascading like tiny supernovas. He glanced at the shimmering embers of potential scattered across the void and sighed. “They just ain’t figgered me out yet.”
Asha rolled her eyes. “Of course. Another cosmic riddle. Great.”
But Cosmic Coal wasn’t done. “Tell them this: I’m not just old rocks. I’m energy, history, and love compressed. They just don’t see it yet. It’s about transformation, not destruction. The secret’s in the harmony, babe.” He winked. “I’m fabulous, really.”
The message shot back to Mother Nature like a cosmic email marked MIA. She read it, pinched the bridge of her nose, and muttered, “WTF? It’s been what, 6,000 years or something, and they still don’t have it done? Where’s my Book…?”
Mother Nature waved her hand, summoning the heavenly hosts. “Stars, God, everybody—hey babes! These creatures, these brilliant, bumbling little beings down there? They’re mine. And I left instructions. Can we talk about the holdup? They’re full of potential, but they haven’t cracked the coal code yet. The love and energy’s right there. Let’s figure it out.”
Asha leaned back, popcorn in one hand and a frosty beer in the other, as the celestial debate unfolded. The heavens buzzed with ideas and revelations. It felt like the entire universe had leaned in to watch the stir.
Mother Nature stood tall, her voice both thunderous and tender. “These creatures are my babes. Let’s make it work. Let’s make it clean. Let’s make it right. And let’s make it easy—like Asha. I’m impressed, really.”
God blushed and said, “Okay, babe. I’m gonna make you a Cosmic Ring, just to show I didn’t mean to do that ‘fear thing.’ You’re right about the hearing…I’ll fix the fuzz.”
Asha laughed, the sound resonating like starlight. The universe’s gears were turning, and for the first time in a long while, she felt pretty freakin’ good.
She raised her bottle in a toast. “To chat, to coal, and to Mother Nature—the origin."
Somewhere in the cosmic ether, a ripple of laughter and resolve spread across the stars. It was going to be alright. The coal, the love, and the spark? They figure it out.
Because when Mother Nature wants a word, you don’t just listen—you hear, too. 💫
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