#13. Ether Expansive

DARK ESOTERIKA

The Glorious 13th Entry into Dark Esoterika & the Technosphere, A Curious Insect Forever To Be Caught In The World Wide Web

from THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION, a novel by mike eye

EPISODE III.

Chapter 14.

HAVING JUST BEEN CONJOINED AND LIBERATED, REBIRTHING ITSELF into timeless deep-space from the Void just below a very high-octave density level, there existed now a unique cluster of massless potential energy that was receiving a summons, in subtle song, to come help with grave issues relating to Planet Earth of the Milky Way. 

The particular cluster of partiki pre-matter of which we follow in this tale, not quite existing yet among countless others everywhere, consisted of three veiled, vacant slots, and it would now be the sole objective of this high Oversoul cluster to opportunely fill these spots with supportive living metaphysical sustenance. 

A powerful force of an individually relevant sense of mentorship was the…

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☆ 14. ETHER EXPANSIVE

 

The Glorious 13th Entry into Dark Esoterika & the Technosphere, A Curious Insect Forever To Be Caught In The World Wide Web

from THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION, a novel by mike eye

EPISODE III.

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Chapter 14.

 

 

HAVING JUST BEEN CONJOINED AND LIBERATED, REBIRTHING ITSELF INTO timeless deep-space from the Void just below a very high-octave density level, there existed now a unique cluster of massless potential energy that was receiving a summons, in subtle song, to come help with grave issues relating to Planet Earth of the Milky Way. 

The particular cluster of partiki pre-matter of which we follow in this tale, not quite existing yet among countless others everywhere, consisted of three veiled, vacant slots, and it would now be the sole objective of this high Oversoul cluster to opportunely fill these spots with supportive living metaphysical sustenance. 

A powerful force of an individually relevant sense of mentorship was the first influential subtle energy to infuse itself into the particular cluster of which we follow, singing itself sullenly into being, providing our cluster with an unbelievably important message. It slowly materialized, wrapping itself around the invisible, young little unlit bulb of energy, forming around its perimeter a compatible morphogenetic field which lightly began cradling it to the tune of righteousness as it began expanding far outward to touch distant ends of space unimagined. This energy of guidance came to occupy the first of the three metaphysical slots in this awakening cluster. It carried with it a special program of intimate direction, rocking the embryonic iota of the orb not yet completely activated, nursing it inherently just as any One of its kind would customarily do to its youthful contents soon after it detached itself from the intergalactic Hollow and departed singly from it. 

And as it did this, just as simply as nature existed naturally, the unseen husk of the energy cluster began receiving transmissions of specified frequencies in slight jolts, the important, individualized message of guidance coming to reach the very essence of the husk in visions, consequently causing another power to fill the second vacant slot within it. Coming to reside within this second slot was the ethereal power of which would supply the hidden husk with a very specific willful Intention to desire carrying out its overall destined duty. In time, the little husk was to become gradually more receptive to this newfound High energy, as it would come to recognize that this High message had been sent directly to it, personally.

But not until it was to collaborate with a third, most vital unifying power of pure, white liquid-light. It was only after this collaboration with the liquid-light that the energy cluster was to then become fully whole, allowing the potentially charged, explicit energy brimming from the completed husk to finally be able to reclaim its ultimate true union via quantum flux, so becoming eligible to spawn into an individual system of intergalactic expansion. 

It was similar to all other energy husks that subtley idled in potentia, awaiting its own personal guidance, its inner realization of Truth, and its supreme plasmatic ignition: the three necessary activations for a subtle husk to be able to come into itself and become alive with its consciously directed High energy. A completed subtle husk, with its three slots filled, would then not only be able to materialize into matter, but also be able to influence other potential energies through perpetual projections of its own unique astral sound vibrations in conjunction with its own lucid light radiations, both of which would come to project themselves within the widest full-spectrum range of cycles per second, coming to mingle with the zillions of other already energized, full subtle husks throughout galaxies wide and far.

These zillions of similarly conjoined, sentient entities were spread out all over no place in particular, yet present everywhere at Once, perpetually generating concealed patterns of intimate Sacred Geometry and eliciting a most passionate harmonization by means of their interconnectedness. There and far out, countless awakened twinkling husks of Consciousness resonated in deep-space; noble, formless, flowing fragments of individual data programs, fully energized and encoded with their own unique explicit message from some mystifying, flourishing force present throughout galaxies far and wide, their intended commanding High forces overtaking them to synchronically kindle across the cosmos their flashing pulses of sacred data amongst themselves most wonderfully, like serotonin snapping in-between synapses in the brain. 

Each subtle husk of electrically fed quantum energy that came to propagate throughout interstellar existence was each individually directed from some separate contacting force heeding from some disclosed location, and each had shed itself free from the Hollows of Intergalactica, the veiled fragments ultimately coming to habitually dance together with invisible yet lucid distinction in pitch Darkness, fluxing vigorously subsequent to the  arrival of their three phosphorescent counterparts. All the husks always unendingly honored their channeled mentorships without question, so gaining the ability to eternally spawn themselves into hyperspace intentionally, with great purpose, each cluster forever pulsing with warm quantum information, each heedful always of that unique bond that was meant for it exclusively.

This enigmatic High network of limitless subtle clusters so filled with High energy linked to the Unified Field, and was the very network Mother Magdalena’s mighty “PRAP-Q.C.” synchronoscope synchronized with. But One very specific cluster out of the zillions strewn about galaxies endlessly afar — indeed the very fine husk so vital to this horrific tale of such extreme adversity — was the One that would deliver a most critical message to a certain significant someone special, somewhere extraordinary.

As a ritual art rendered anew Once again, after having received a most potent shock of insight, our subtle spec of three jointly operating energies, the very husk we follow in our story, came to illuminate most vibrantly across the heavens with subtle shades of blue, and was immediately ‘turned on’ to the fact that — now that it had become its specific time to do so — the spec was to forthwith commence resonating vibrantly with perpetual purpose from its clandestine Source. It struck a chord, in chorus, with the notes of its rhythmic willful intent, the notes of reverberation from its interaction with the Unified Field of energy transmitting outward in all directions, and the notes of the melodic force of the Holy resonance it was picking up from its newborn magnetic correlation to an area in the Milky Way not at all distant from the planet Jupiter.  

And now, the particular energy cluster that had been called to assist Earth became fully aroused by its thin encasement of fibers, shook a tad. Precisely aligning itself with its purpose, the cluster collided with a fierce glare, awakened from its forgetfulness, and manifested itself accordingly, instantaneously igniting into a pocket of astral radiance that eventually accumulated into an interstellar cloud. 

The dark cloud drifted through the cosmos, riding its personal plasma lattice, propelled by the electromagnetic energy of the interstellar radiation field. 

Before long, the cloud came to a standstill just above the atmosphere of the mighty Jupiter. Within that vicinity, the interstellar cloud constellated into an exactness, becoming denser as its gas pressure locked into balance with the potential energy of the immense planet’s internal galactic gravitational force.

Over a course of several Jupiter-years, denser and denser pockets of molecular hydrogen developed within the cloud as it gradually transformed into a noticeably bright, colorful stellar nursery destined to give birth to many relevant stars that would occupy the sky around Jupiter for a long, long time. 

The molecular hydrogen that formed from the nursery entered Jupiter’s orbit, finding legitimacy through the symbiotic relationships it then made with drifting carbon monoxide molecules therein. It began mingling with the vast clouds of ammonia crystals found throughout the vicinity, the resulting chemical formulations adding force to some of the gas giant’s fierce turbulences. 

A very intense, precisely calculated storm was brewing.

No matter how far they spread out, every aspect of the compounds that included the molecular hydrogen from the stellar nursery all functioned as One in the same, all being encoded with the same intention: to help Earth in a very particular manner with a very particular problem at a very particular time, heeding the order from that which beckoned it. This particular network of energetic compounds waited patiently for the interior of the mammoth planet to reach a precise heat level, a level with which the network could perceive as keenly as its binding to it was intuitively obliged. 

Magic(k) then occurred precisely as Jupiter’s core reached the appropriate heat level, a critical temperature that just so happened to be the same exact hotness as the center of the apocalyptic Fucked-Earth at that very moment in time, which also turns out to be the precise instance whereupon Fletcher Munsin’s Unholy Cum will finally drop down atop a be-doomed surface of the Earth planet, igniting total disaster. 

The intentional weather system of the relevant molecular compounds merged with a nearby gathering of Water clouds to generate a mammoth, exceptionally high-charged bolt of lightening that struck two perfectly analogous positions on both Jupiter and Earth, simultaneously, with both positions geographically proportional to their respective spherical coordinates.

The Conscious Essence of the interstellar cloud that had triggered the interplanetary synchronized electrical strikes was now able to promptly align itself with the luminosity and still aquatics of Jupiter’s moon, Europa. 

It remained distillated for an undisclosed amount of time inside the vast ocean within the ultra-smooth lil’ Luna. The Essence was calculating the astral plot points in the Milky Way that mapped out the spiral course from its location inside Europa to a significant position on Earth where it could be extremely valuable in the very near future. 

As soon as the proper coordinates had been configured, the concentration of the relevant molecular compounds solidified themselves within the body of a contemplative aquatic Europian that resided therein. It projected itself inside the humble little creature known as Nammu — who looked very much like a shrunken dolphin — and became One with her, instantly awakening her Soul who, it just so happened, had been recently seeking out the significance of its being by entreating upon the vibrant, newly-formed stellar nursery in the sky around Jupiter from whence the molecular compounds had indeed come. 

Fulfilled with the Knowledge that revealed the exact direction of her purpose, the enlightened little Europian then rode the spiral to Earth, surfing and splashing against the wavering rift of a celestial ocean. She was drawn by a mysterious force, and she fell upon some intense, incredibly intriguing patterns of stardust and aurorae on her happy little way toward Earth.

When she arrived at her destination, the noble Nammu was disheartened to find herself surrounded by a very small body of water that was much smaller than her Home on Europa. She swam a slight ways to the top of the tiny waterbed and poked her Head out at the surface. 

Surrounding the Europian creature above Water was the most vibrant expanse of lush green jungle, a charm of nature the lil’ creature had never before seen. Nammu gawked in amazement at the magnificent display of vigorous plants of all different sizes and textures that were wonderfully arrayed before her, coolly swaying in a light Earthly breeze. She took in a vital breath, filling her lungs with the fresh, colorful air that was wafting by.

The lil’ creature remained absolutely stricken for quite some time, completely awed by the scene. She would’ve loved to go exploring, she thought to herself, but alas her nature bound her to the liquidness of life. At least for now.

In the near distance, atop a quaint grassy knoll, the little dolphin creature caught sight of a very short and hairy old male human being with a huge grizzly grey beard who was peacefully positioned in the posture of the lotus, appearing to be in Deep Contemplation. The little creature also noticed that the small pool she now found herself partly submerged in was actually in the middle of a tiny stream that quietly rippled into and out of the small pool on either end. Comfortable inside the peaceful pond, her Head poking out of it inquiringly, Nammu smiled and felt an innate spiritual bond with the peaceful old man; to deliver a message to him was the very reason she was here. Her High Intelligence forthrightly bonded her to both the old man and the body of Water she found herself within. The effect was biological, mental, and emotional.

Nammu knew she had to communicate with the old man soon. But now, she recognized, was just not the time. Swimming a short distance to the bottom of the lake, the lowly little Europian marked her posture and made herself comfortable, yet very much aware, as she began meditating at the lake’s bottom, turning over glorious thoughts in her mind as she patiently waited for the right moment to deliver the message in the meantime. The lil’ being aimed to focus for a time upon the confusion and environment-shock she felt, and then shed the sensation from her mettle. 

Before long, after she was to attain the most prolific endeavor of conveying to the old man that it was then time, the little Europian inherently knew that she would then be reassured that her presence now in this place was not only significant, but somehow related to the very Spirit of all existences everywhere. -MIKE EYE 

#12. THE SACRED SEDUCTION OF THE LAST GODHED’S SHADOW, PART II. FROM THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION BY MIKE EYE

Magdalena went to extract her mighty spear which was sticking out of the Soil nearby. Approaching Fletcher Munsin, she placed a foot firmly upon his lower abdomen and raised her spear 33° South, level with the man’s Head. With both hands giving it a tight grip, Magdalena steadily brought her spear back, wailed loudly, and thrust the tip of the weapon with all of her might as close to the center of the man’s forehead as she could.

Source: #12. THE SACRED SEDUCTION OF THE LAST GODHED’S SHADOW, PART II. FROM THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION BY MIKE EYE

#11: THE SACRED SEDUCTION OF THE LAST GODHED’S SHADOW, PART I. FROM THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION BY MIKE EYE

Fletcher Munsin gazed up in perplexed horror as sinister ram-type horns abruptly ripped out of either side of the dark silhouette that was Mother Magdalena’s Head, and twisted contemptuously. The dreadful projections coming to curl out slightly and freezing into form, Lina let open her mouth slowly more and more as she unleashed a deep, dark roar more hideous than anything she exemplified earlier.

Much more so.

Source: #11: THE SACRED SEDUCTION OF THE LAST GODHED’S SHADOW, PART I. FROM THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION BY MIKE EYE

#3. It’s finally time for the Last Godhed’s Conscious Mind to Astral Projekt his Subtle Sirian Soul Synced to his Human Body Out to the Sacred Seduction with Safety and Seclusion from within his Secret Southpole Homeland

Immersing himself with Fletcher Munsin Intimately, and with every fragment of everything that was occurring at the Biodome of Andromeda, the great, most heedful, mindful mystic continued to maintain his High Concentration on it all, keeping his sharply developed Wise Mind focused fully and simultaneously upon three things: the experience, as his Shadow, Fletcher Munsin, of the Act being committed to him by Mother Magdalena; that was one. The wellbeing of his Shadow, Fletcher Munsin; that was two. And the third thing was to maintain the upkeep of a thoroughly Lucid Vision of the High-density intricacies of the complex sound and light patterns of the particular Mandala he had brought forth as Light Symbol Codes to aid his breaths to make the other two connections possible.

Source: #3. It’s finally time for the Last Godhed’s Conscious Mind to Astral Projekt his Subtle Sirian Soul Synced to his Human Body Out to the Sacred Seduction with Safety and Seclusion from within his Secret Southpole Homeland

#2. Incendiary Ajna of a One Magdalena to Ignite High Psychic Union with Solaria

….Fixed in an endless reverie‭, ‬a blank expression on her face‭, ‬Magdalena’s Ajna chakra had become fully stimulated‭, ‬and blood now gushed outward from the gash in her forehead‭, ‬bursting through the bandaging‭, ‬squirting all over the inside of her helmet’s transparent dome‭, ‬completely obstructing her view with a crimson flush‭. ‬Proving that she could not be disconnected in any way from the almighty nexus now communicating with her‭, ‬the triple optics of the Mother then pierced through the ruby veil of her helmet’s dome with activated brainwaves of eternal intent‭, physically ‬parting the obstructing splattered blood outward from three small‭, ‬perfectly rounded areas of the blood-soaked dome around her Head‭, ‬correlating to her three beams of vision‭….

Source: #2. Incendiary Ajna of a One Magdalena to Ignite High Psychic Union with Solaria

☆ 19. THE SACRED SEDUCTION OF THE LAST GODHED’S SHADOW, PART II.

THE SACRED SEDUCTION OF THE LAST GODHED’S SHADOW, PART II.

FROM MIKE EYE’S THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION, A NOVEL

DARKESOTERIKA.COM ENTRY #12

[Episode IV. Chapter 19]______________________________________

THE LIFE WAS DRAINING FROM FLETCHER MUNSIN.

After a few minutes of wringing a considerable amount of blood from the feeble Fletcher Munsin in a most pitiless fashion, there was finally a ceasing of the ruthless activity.

Fletcher Munsin was indeed not dead. Not yet, anyway. His Eyelids remained closed, his Consciousness drifting through hyperspace.

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AFTER WHAT SEEMED LIKE A LIFETIME, FLETCHER MUNSIN FINALLY came to, but his Eyes remained closed. He took in a few, very deep, vital breaths, in, out; in, out.

In, out.

He started remembering what was going on. He dared not open his Eyes. Felt numb.

Within a brief moment, however, came the voice of the Mother that whispered into an ear of the suffering man.

“Open your Eyes” she whispered closely to him.

The man ever-so-slowly opened his Eyes.

Hanging down all around him were the bare breasts of all the silvery seductive maidens, crouching down in a charmed circle surrounding the man, slightly swaying their supple bodies to and fro, back and forth, each siren’s unique breasts jiggling in their own unique style over the dying man.

The numbness abruptly fled from Fletcher Munsin as he gaped up at the scene above him to behold, instantaneously, a dozen loves at first sight.

At this moment, however, there was still no possible way in the man’s mind that he would be able to get an erection, as much as he so very much wanted to. Indeed the spectacle had distracted him so much, he abruptly entirely forgot that he was deliberately not supposed to enjoy it.

Fletcher Munsin took his gaze downward and was astonished to notice he no longer had legs. There were no legs. Frozen in total shock for a good forty-nine seconds, Fletcher Munsin just glared on, jaw-dropped and wide-Eyed. And he could feel a weird sort of completely unnatural pain that felt like two gigantic syringes sticking either leg sardonically with a strange virus that gnawed on the two stubs incessantly. They both felt completely frozen straight through. He tried moving his legs and nothing worked. He panicked. He then noticed that Magdalena had fastened each stub tightly with a makeshift tourniquet for each One. This is madness! he thought.

He shut his Eyes tightly and then… a surprise sensation of wetness was felt, unexpectedly splashing his skin over much of his body. Fletcher Munsin opened his Eyes and was startled at what he then beheld. He was bearing witness to streams of milk emanating in fizzy squirting fashions from all the bare breasts of the beautiful silvery women who were again surrounding him, their fingers firmly pressed up against their nipples to assist in the creamy sprays.

As ‘fun’ as this idea sounded to Fletcher Munsin, the whole fact that he couldn’t feel his legs that weren’t there mostly prevented him from becoming aroused.

Mostly.

But then the man fiercely shook his Head, a potent shiver involuntarily surging up the left and right extremities of the back of his sweating neck.

As bizarre a situation this was for him to endure, the remaining physical life of Fletcher Munsin was able to maintain a desire to Ascend peacefully despite all temptation. Enthralled with a sense of importance, the man was focusing as clearly as he could on his mission and its meaning.

And here and there, behind his tight Eyelids, he still managed to become distracted for flashes of instances that he would shake off vigorously. In those spontaneous flashes that Fletcher Munsin was trying to avoid were Dark images of the Mother Magdalena fucking him forcibly, expressions of a colorful conjuring of deep arousal and pleasure in her beautiful smooth face, her hard, tight body pumping back and forth, forth and back, her incredible curves slinking seductively with the thrusts. In those ever-so-quick flashes, Fletcher Munsin had subconsciously wanted to feel the awesome physical sensation of the dazzling, gorgeous Mother Magdalena’s insides in vigorous motion.

It would all be alright in ‘the End,’ he somehow actually remembered, Eyes remaining closed as he caught a bittersweet vision of his germ bringing about both life and death simultaneously.

Fletcher Munsin opened his Eyes just for a moment.

He had caught a glimpse of the Mother Magdalena still riding his big hard cock with a most brutal grit. It was happening! he thought. And, yes, his dick was very erect somehow, despite the severe pain he felt on his stubs and on his face. Just as she had done with the poor man’s legs before removing them, the Mother was squeezing Fletcher Munsin’s dick hard with all her pussy muscles in an attempt to drain out as much semen as possible.

The man lay back to ground, bravely baring his boner, now fully bamboozled. A hard panic set in and the hot, young Sacrifice again considered the possibility that he had already died somehow. What he felt was a curious, unexplainable sense of undue blind defeat. He was undergoing a near-death experience.

Fletcher Munsin clenched his teeth together and envisioned his reality with a most curious deliberation.

His endocrine system was fully stimulated now as the energies of their activation now pulsed interdimensionally over, around, and through the Biodome of Andromeda. This most spiritual prana surge, in turn, synchronized itself with the Earth way over in the Milky Way. It was laying the foundation for a new, whole, and perfectly harmonious psychelectromagnetic grid network that would flux eternally via macro-quantum entanglement and interact symbiotically with the human psyches present on Earth in bodies to create the Noosphere for the New Age, the prophetic, timeless ‘mind envelope’ of a Higher Collective Unconscious.

This he instinctively Knew.

And because he would Cum into the Mother, all life back upon the surface of Fucked-Earth would consequently soon be obliterated.

This, he also Knew.

With a fierce jolt, the Consciousness of Fletcher Munsin now zapped into a greater awareness, an abrupt remembrance of exactly why, and how, the tribal male homosapien had been seeded with a libido so greatly dominant over all of its individual senses of reason.

He stared up blankly in a shady haze at the Mother still on top of him, fucking him dominantly. It was like she was just doing her Homework.

Fletcher Munsin lay bedazzled and more bemused than ever before of the sheer type of surreal attraction the Mother Magdalena was eliciting.

And it was simply nothing more than a super-compulsive, overpowering allure of the most infernal malice.

He felt her Essence, and it was totally foreign, a vile breed indeed, of a land most distant. And a couple of things he was naughtily intently concentrating on now the man simply just could not shake from his mind:

Magdalena was so hot.

This seduction was so deliberate.

And it was now.

The almighty Mother was doing the seeding.

Fletcher Munsin was, as ironic as it may seem, co-creating with the Earth at this very moment as well as infinitely different versions of his embryonic androgynous self.

The next thing the man felt was a most intense bond to the sacred power of Gaia, Tara, Earth, more of his relinquished Blood seeping into the soiled Soil on the surface of the recently flowerless Biodome of Andromeda.

And then…

In the blink of an Eye, without any warning, a woven empty sack of some sort was abruptly thrust around the Head of Fletcher Munsin and quickly drawn with its strings tightly around the man’s neck, threatening to suffocate him. He was left in total Darkness.

Fletcher Munsin realized he was trapped in a mystifying, reason-defying colossal column of oscillating liquid-light as he temporarily left his body to dance in the very center of the Earth. He singed the experience with a fiery data entry onto his personal and race morphogenetic fields while at the same time eerily catching flickering glimpses of the Image of Solaria, a taunting tonal tint to the vainglorious  deity’s disposition.

“Wet enough?” came the overtly provocative, muffled silky voice of Magdalena from the other side of the bag as she tied it more roughly shut.

But he couldn’t hear her. He was no longer Conscious.

“And now,” she declared. “I’m going to make you see me even more clearly!”

Magdalena went to extract her mighty spear which was sticking out of the Soil nearby. Approaching Fletcher Munsin, she placed a foot firmly upon his lower abdomen and raised her spear 33° South, level with the man’s Head. With both hands giving it a tight grip, Magdalena steadily brought her spear back, wailed loudly, and thrust the tip of the weapon with all of her might as close to the center of the man’s forehead as she could.

Because of Mother Magdalena’s experience and power, and also because of how extra sharp and miraculous her spear was, she was able to drive the spear directly through the man’s skull without cracking it, directly into his squishy brain, precisely penetrating his pineal gland, the tip of her spear coming to rest in the dead center of his Ajna Vulva.

At that same moment, an incredibly clear, liquidy Vision of Al Rodnam’s face entered Fletcher Munsin’s Comatose Head.

He saw the face grin knowingly and then suddenly began to feel the most intense sense of euphoria he had ever felt flow throughout his nervous system and subtle energy fields, generating vivid strings of a most dominant Conscious Intention, loaded with energy, and plugging long-distance into the psychelectromagnetic gridlines of faraway Fucked-Earth that he was trying so desperately to power and realign.

He felt himself becoming lighter and lighter. -MIKE EYE 

#7 : THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION EVENT (The Aftermath of the Perverted Birth of the Hoggish Mandorla) for Dark Esoterika

from The Aqueous Transmission by MIKE EYE  Story Snippet #7 : THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION EVENT (The Aftermath of the Perverted Birth of the Hoggish Mandorla)            …

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#9. THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION EVENT PART II: A DIVINE GEOMANTIC EXCHANGE OF TWO STAR-CROSSED SOULS.

THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION EVENT PART II: A DIVINE GEOMANTIC EXCHANGE OF TWO STAR-CROSSED SOULS. -From Episode V. of The Aqueous Transmission by MIKE EYE. DARK ESOTERIKA STORY SNIPPET #9.   &nbs…

Source: #9. THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION EVENT PART II: A DIVINE GEOMANTIC EXCHANGE OF TWO STAR-CROSSED SOULS.

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☆ 18. THE SACRED SEDUCTION OF THE LAST GODHED’S SHADOW, PART I.

THE SACRED SEDUCTION OF THE LAST GODHED’S SHADOW, PART I.

FROM MIKE EYE’S THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION, A NOVEL

DARKESOTERIKA.COM ENTRY #11

 

 

[Episode IV. Chapter 18]______________________________________

THE SHINY LIQUIDY STEPS MATERIALIZED JUST BENEATH THE EGG-pod and Fletcher Munsin found himself dragged down them forcefully, caught in the vicious death grip of the Mother Magdalena. The idea of trying to break free Fletcher Munsin did not even entertain, for an escape would halt this process that was so revealing his purpose, he noted, not to mention it was utterly useless for him to take that route. And although he really, really wanted to at this moment, the helpless man tried to keep his composure, very much wishing to get through this “single, special circumstance” as quickly as possible.

The man was held forcefully. Unaware of all of his identical past lives, Fletcher Munsin currently never had Imagined his sacrifice to include so much anger underlain by his counterpart of Magdalena; the man was scared at the premonition displayed by her. He felt like screaming, held it in.

At the bottom of the steps, Mother Magdalena strode forward just a bit, tightly clutching her breathing prized possession of heavy male hormones by the neck, then firmly flung him to the ground. The man hit it hard, landing on his back. He realized he was naked.

The Mother, graciously adorned in her translucent, protective golden dress, foully strutting a smutty commando in coarse, intimate fashion, brusquely dropped to her knees before Fletcher Munsin, then plunked her bare ass down uncouth upon the filthy dirt before the nervous man. And with a taunting smirk and fastidious twinkle in her Eyes, she slowly extended out her slightly sweaty, fine limber legs, dragging them through the dust, and up against Fletcher Munsin’s legs, which were also spread out in front of the naked man.

She giggled.

Slowly, the Mother wrapped her legs around Fletcher Munsin’s legs and squeezed firmly. And it was somewhat insect-like in its conduct.

As to the present occurrence of the Mother Magdalena having Fletcher Munsin in a full leg-lock, what began as a little too snug quickly turned to way too brutal.

The Mother sensually cocked her head back behind her, and messily shook her tangled tresses about, letting free her glossy locks generously about her. Her lips puckered up faintly. She then thrust her Head upward with exaggeration and shook it hotly, the strands of her hair fluid to her tosses.

Fletcher Munsin was confounded. He found it difficult and confusing to accept that such abrasive, vulgar behavior was to be exemplified by a woman so perfectly gorgeous. He rubbed his Eyes hard with two fists, took another look.

The Mother then paused for just a moment, shook her head, paused, shook it again, and stared directly at Fletcher Munsin. As she was doing this, the Mother kept opening and closing her mouth slightly in a slow, sumptuous pattern, clearly exciting herself dramatically before the helpless, most hapless, Lamb of Man.

Upon attempting for a moment to resist temptation, mostly to test the response, Fletcher Munsin withdrew a ways backward with a back-crawl. He momentarily convinced himself that this woman was completely faking the act, but then quickly realized with a shudder that, Truthfully, it wouldn’t really matter to him if she indeed was or not.

It was Dark around the area of the dome where they had landed, and all the poor man could see out his glassy-Eyed gaze as he lay pathetically on the ground was a jet-black, domineering source of his sick self reflecting back at him from the gloomy silhouette of the Mother that dawdled just ahead against a mysty, dim light that emanated from her most slowly, her silhouette painting itself eerily against the silver space-pod acting as the backdrop from where he lay. The man simply could not focus on anything except this bizarre, horrifying trans-optical illusion spilling its filth forth into his sick head. And it lurked.

The man started to panic.

Instinctively sensing his fear, the Mother again quickly closed in on the man, dainty as a fervent sprite, and cocked her Head backward, her lids lightly latched up. Her translucent, transparent shimmering dress of the almighty Solaria sparkled impeccably, and her perfect tone, smooth, sweating body glowed through it tauntingly. The man could see Mother Magdalena’s face perfectly now. And he got cramps in his belly from how insanely attracted he Truly felt to this most startlingly stunning, ultra-powerful woman.

She started moaning… softly at first. She looked like some innocent child’s lovable ragdoll that had been Left Behind in the housefire it was destined to burn in.

The Mother then abruptly augmented her vocal tones compellingly throughout multiple dimensions with loud, shrill, crystal-clear bursts that audibly painted the most compelling sound portrait. She sounded like an High Angel delivering the most gracious and poignant melodies to be heard by anyone with ears to hear them.

Fletcher Munsin was no doubt aroused. He started to see colorful hues escaping the Mother’s mouth and start to encircle her persona. The seeable, melodic vocals glistened with every color from the light spectrum, and then some.

But her beautiful singing suddenly became screeched and out-of-tune as she started barking violently skyward, as if it were a Full Moon. As complex and confusing as all this was for Fletcher Munsin to comprehend, these Wicked womanly wails did not sound human, whatsoever. This disturbing element of the unexplainable added insult to Fletcher Munsin’s brutal injury, and he started breaking out in a heavy sweat.

The Mother, so devious, continued to sway her Head about vigorously, over and over, forming a long, dark-brown undulating river about her Dark body, her hair dusting up dirt around it, her presence becoming more and more sinister and ominous. Her Eyes were glowing and focused directly at Fletcher Munsin.

Fletcher Munsin could focus on nothing else but the Mother’s lustrous, luscious curves. It was almost surreal to him. She was so tall and so tight, so stunning and so slightly embodied a starving dragon’s discourse impeccably.

Sifting her body with her hands ever-so-smoothly, the Mother slowly came closer to the poor man and proceeded to wring her legs around Fletcher Munsin even more forcefully now, as if trying to squeeze out some internal juice the man may’ve been harvesting inside his body.

She let out a high-pitched, fiendish howl, her head tilting as far back as it would go now, her Eyes rolling all the way back up into her skull. Fletcher Munsin scowled and tilted his head inward, down before his chest sweating, trembling weakly, his Eyes shutting tightly now.

And he braced himself to expect the worst type of agony he could Imagine.

“FUCK!” Magdalena screamed out her favorite word. “OW!”

She snapped her head swiftly forthright, a shadow falling over most of her face save her Eyes. She locked sights with Fletcher Munsin’s bemused Eyes, a grimace that he couldn’t see growing over her face.

Fletcher Munsin gazed up in perplexed horror as sinister ram-type horns abruptly ripped out of either side of the dark silhouette that was Mother Magdalena’s Head, and twisted contemptuously. The dreadful projections coming to curl out slightly and freezing into form, Lina let open her mouth slowly more and more as she unleashed a deep, dark roar more hideous than anything she exemplified earlier.

Much more so.

She remained still for just a brief moment.

Fletcher Munsin’s Heart was beating extremely fast.

Then, as the Mother slowly inched even closer to Fletcher Munsin, her dominant Eyes promptly shot out three bright-yellow beams from the black figure of her Head. There were three beams, with the Third Eye located in the center of her forehead. She lunged at the man, oh so hopeless, grabbed his wrists, pinned him down on the ground forcefully!

“FUCK YOU!” she shouted gratuitously, staring directly at the man with all of her Eyes, hate and anguish and love fiercely lit up in the brightness of their projections.

Fletcher Munsin lay still in a state of total shock and extreme discomfort.

And Magdalena’s open smile, which the man could now clearly see as bright as morning, was spread so wide it seemed to extend clean off her face. The Mother’s beams of vision pierced Fletcher Munsin, and he felt it intensely as hack-saw-like jagged daggers shanking him repeatedly.

A most brutal, physically violent sensation of extremely sharp stinging sensations now shot through the poor man with Ultraviolence, and his body surged in response. Trembling uncontrollably, the man was sizing up his brilliant energies, as well as his physical mass, in preparation for a full-out disclosure of his intentions to the “Powers That Were” at that particular moment. And drool was dribbling off the exposed teeth of the Mother and onto his face.

Mother Magdalena had now become thoroughly wound-up.

The Mother unleashed a deafening guffaw that echoed in deep rumbles throughout the whole of the lofty grotto. The excessively domineering, Dark sounds reverberated in electrical sparkles of slight static against the platinum-sheathed titanium alloy glass dome perimeter and echoed eerily, most loudly across the entire expanse of the Andromeda Biodome.

‘Play time’ was now definitely over.

The Mother fiercely grasped Fletcher Munsin’s bare face with her long, razor-sharp fingernails, pierced them fiercely way deep into his skin determinately, drawing driblets of thick, dark bloodstreams that ghastly trickled down his horrified face. Even as he tried not to scream, the man so Wickedly afflicted could not help but release a disturbing wail at this brutal gesture. Having lodged her fingernails deep within Fletcher Munsin’s face skin, penetrating them as deeply as they would possibly go, Magdalena made sure she had a firm clench, shrieked a horrid shriek, and then, using her nails that were stuck inside the man’s face, proceeded to slam the back of his Head forcefully against the bleak gardening surface of the dome’s soil again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again…

As she continued to do this, she let out horrible wails of laughter that sounded more like painful shrills of loathing. She didn’t dislodge her claws from her grip, and her arm remained held out to the man’s now fucked-up face. And she steadily forced her nails deeper. She wanted to feel bone.

She stopped. A pause.

“Don’t you dare move,” she muttered softly, deeply, emotively, sexually with clenched jaw.

She spat, licked her lips, her claws lodged deep within Fletcher Munsin’s gory face. She seemed to be working on him like a model airplane.

Fletcher Munsin lay on his back, his face within the tight nail-grip of the Mother for several minutes as she paused briefly, looking away, taking quick breaths.

The man imagined this to be only the beginning, as to expect the worst from the Mother, and he prepared for the worst type of vicious torment he could Imagine, fearing this mad super-powerful woman might actually kill him before she could fuck him.

Oh, he knew she would most brutally fuck him.

And as exceptionally High as his sex drive was, and as exceptionally alluring as Magdalena’s body was, the enticement to be elicited by the Mother would undoubtedly prove to be altogether too captivating for Fletcher Munsin; her poignant hips wielded a power no greater than the force driving a semen’s stream.

On the other hand, though, the man would certainly not be looking forward to the gracious Sacred activity.

Fletcher Munsin Knew all about what was going on, even as he now pretended to envision many alternative ideas of how he thought this special sick act should properly be done objectively, if indeed at all, and indeed at this particular moment and location.

The humble, hunky Fletcher Munsin needed to Sacrifice himself. It was the man’s sole purpose, and he always Knew this. He knew that he only partially existed anyhow. But Eternally.

The poor man was just very easily distracted.

But what he was feeling now seemed super surreal. He hyper-extended his Imagination and emotional capacity to convince himself momentarily that this idea of bizarre sexual intercourse he dared prepare himself for was actually the way True sexual intercourse should be experienced “in God’s Eyes,” and carried out in order to yield the “most preferred fertile germ.” These thoughts, of course, were but highly suggestive psychotronic projections of the Dark, most deceptive High Energies of Solaria, the effects of which spun off from the Mother all around her in lucid swirls, almost like slowly wafting steam emanating from a hot body in a cold atmosphere, but tinted in an opaque azure.

Recalling Lachrylon’s Divine Words that disclosed how he had to accept what was happening all at Once during the brutal seduction, as graciously as he could, the very anxious man now telepathically cursed out the Last Godhed as he tried penetrating the Earth’s practically non-existent Psi-Banks from afar. This, the man Knew all-too-well, was impossible; the Earth’s Psi Banks were currently entirely thrown off due to the severely unstable tectonic plates within the Earth’s crust. Or so he thought.

Then the man took in as deep a breath as he could, cleared his mind as fully as possible, and tried to temporarily envision himself living peacefully in another body, in another life, in another time. He figured this may help in dealing with the horrible pain he felt. Distract him.

He wondered if right now was the very moment he would be able to scale the seemingly detached Capstone of the Pyramid of Divine Consciousness and gain multi-awareness of his Oversoul as well as the various lower and higher counterparts to his Oversoul.

“Not even quivering at all, huh?” the Mother murmured.

“Keep your Eyes shut!” she demanded as she started to slowly retract her fingernails out of the poor man’s skin, keeping within the rough grooves they’d just created inside of him. Fletcher Munsin couldn’t help but cry out at the pain. He tried to remain calm, envisioned “a dainty pixie fluttering about on the other side of his Eyelids, a benevolent fairy with a wand that could conjure up lovely things of the most profound enjoyment for creatures in need of fulfillment of personal primordial pleasures.”

He shook himself suddenly. The man recalled that these pleasant thoughts were not what he was supposed to be thinking about; he remembered that he must fully accept what was happening to him, embrace the pain, and recognize it for what it Truly was in order for his race to advance decently to the next stage of existence.

But the brutal treatment he was getting was unlike anything he had ever expected, far beyond his wildest nightmares.

He momentarily lost control of his composure and started to shake sharply.

“Hah-haah!” Magdalena cried out. “Movement!”

Dark Blood flowed out from the slashes in the man’s face at a medium pace.

The scene was immensely gruesome; it had the possibility of disturbing even those Observers who don’t normally get disturbed.

Fletcher Munsin tried his Damndest to remain still. He kept his Eyes closed. He was trying to transcend this, and concentrate on all he thought he was.

And wasn’t.

He thought he heard Magdalena stand up. The uncertainty of the next indecent incident that might happen sent tense, involuntary tremors throughout his entire body and Fletcher Munsin began convulsing. In his mind, though, he lay as still as he could, trying his Damndest to become One with this twisted act, and everything else.

He still feared what was Cumming.

All of a sudden, the man let out an involuntary piercing shriek of terror that sounded strikingly feminine. He tried with all his might to keep a focused mind. He realized then that this was by far the most difficult thing he ever had to do. Well, as far as he could remember…

And just as the meditating man, so mindful, started to feel himself mightily rising above the situation, he felt another thing he thought he had never felt before, something that seemed to possess his very Soul. Something that was a very physical sense, hugely powerful, that brought his displaced Consciousness right back to his dissolving dissolution.

From his perspective, the poles of Fletcher Munsin’s Mind, his Body, and the Andromeda Biodome, now altogether seemed to shift swiftly 180° to part with duality, then spiraled out to a detached disillusionment. Literally.

“AHHH!” he shouted in disbelief. He was losing his noodle.

“DON’T SCREAM!!” he screamed to himself.

After a severe panic attack, the man was somehow able to regain composure. He lay, confused. He wondered if he was ‘dead.’

“It’s okay,” said the Mother softly, soothingly, Knowing exactly what was going through the man’s Head. “You’re only human,” she remarked frankly, and gently, with a mocking tease.

She giggled again.

Fletcher Munsin was able to take in one deep breath, and let it out smoothly.

“So are you, you conniving cunt!” he exclaimed behind clenched teeth as he gathered up the willpower to rise up and head-butt Mother Magdalena square in the face. He felt an electro-magnetic sensation that shocked his Heart as his Head came in contact with her’s. Blood splattered about and now the faces of both significant mortals were covered in it. And Mother Magdalena was laughing.

“Is all this pain an illusion?” she asked, mockingly. With a few brisk shakes of her head, she shook off some of Fletcher Munsin’s Blood from her face in sprinkles. Eyes shut tight, sprawled about the ground on his back, the man envisioned Magdalena before him with a big smile on her face. Perhaps ironically, he opened his Eyelids abruptly to see the Mother before him with exactly that smile upon her face.

“Is this what it means to be Alive?” she taunted with a devious smirk.

What the man felt next was a swift smarting of his inner left leg the whole length down and he screamed out in agonizing pain.

He slipped into Shock.

He slowly came to comprehend what had just happened: that she had sliced into the full length of his inner left leg. Deeply. With her trusty dagger.

Another loud shriek from the woman, and the man felt the same on the other leg. He let out a blood-curdling cry of utter torment. Hearing himself naturally scream out in such terror while trying to connect his Spirits with the Pain, the man realized again how feminine his wails sounded.

Despite these physical life-threatening lacerations on both his inner legs, which were providing quick and easy escape routes for his body’s blood, he closed his Eyes to try and consciously escape the scene, even though he wasn’t supposed to. He had immense trouble trying to take a deep breath. He was trembling uncontrollably. The man tried to center himself. He tried to just go with it. He tried to experience this special circumstance of the Highest significance Truthfully and vicious as it so was.

“HAH-HA!” exclaimed the Mother. “There we go! Now we’re having fun!!”

Fletcher Munsin continued trying his Damndest to keep composure.

“What the fuck!!” the Mother shrieked. “Did that not hurt enough!?” She stuck her long-ass nails deep into the leg wounds, carved his thigh down to his lower leg, deeper, and deeper as she wore an aroused look on her face.

Fletcher Munsin cried out in pure agony like a spoiled, juvenile Bry Dellows Loombug.

The Mother proceeded to insert another razor-sharp nail inside and down the whole length of the slash of Fletcher Munsin’s other leg. Agonizing womanly whines were heard from behind the man’s clenched teeth, the Mother expressionless all the while. And the first brief moment he could Contemplate healthily his predicament, Fletcher Munsin was able to remark to himself upon his complete astonishment over his wails, and how pussy they sounded.

With some more effort now after somehow being able to steady his mind just the slightest bit, the man was successfully able to temporarily hold back a few screams he wished he could let out, and, at each moment he wanted to scream, the Mother acquired more and more vigor to continue on with what it was that she was doing. She was stealing his energy. And his mass.

The next thing Fletcher Munsin felt was Mother Magdalena’s slender legs wrapped around his legs once again, but this time with both of his legs thoroughly slashed from thigh to ankle, down to the bone. And with more significantly intensified squeezing from the Mother, in pumping rips with her gorgeous legs, there now allowed for some substantial bloodletting.

Fletcher Munsin felt himself tapping into a Void and was finally able to completely jive with what nature was allowing him to finally experience. There was no possible way that he could feel any more pain then he was feeling right now, and so used this idea to convince himself that if he could sustain this treatment, he could sustain any foul treatment that may befall him. These thoughts made the man feel a little better despite his dying daze, and he involuntarily winced with madness throughout this crippling, distinctive procedure of intimate squeezing of the legs, still nevertheless succumbing to sporadic screaming.

And now, Fletcher Munsin felt he surely must be dead… yet he still felt conscious. Still felt ‘pain.’ And what he was learning right now would redefine the meaning of that word for him forever.

Perhaps strangely enough, a part of him still felt slightly aroused.

But then, all-at-once, he started fiercely seizuring before getting knocked-out cold, unconscious.

NEXT: THE BRUTALITY BEGINS! Check back soon. -MIKE EYE