Lina Gloats; Al Rodnam Evokes
…from MIKE EYE’S The Aqueous Transmission, a novel.
Episode IV. / Chapter 20
AS THE RECENTLY RENDERED LIMP AMPUTEE FLETCHER MUNSIN WAS making history while lying in the deepest kind of trance state that flirted with the borders of Bardo, a Holy Scepter protruding from his Forehead, the Mother was crouched down by his side, unbelievably fulfilled, and feeling a most vibrant, most amazing, exotic sensation of being the Highest she’d ever been.
In ecstasy, Mother Magdalena boar the grandest smile upon her face.
Content with herself, she got up and waddled leisurely toward her space pod, copping a feel of her moist vagina lips under her dress – which was glowing brighter than ever — that still had some of Fletcher Munsin’s mystical cum trickling out of it. She pulled her hand from under her dress, smelled it, then licked some of the bloody cum off.
She smirked.
She was so satisfied.
A biting blare of excitement suddenly burst from the Mother’s throat with a lingering hiccup that, at the same time, felt to her awkwardly like a gag gathering at the back of her gullet. Lina paused in her tracks. And for the moment, she would remain distracted, unable to find herself lost in another moment of pure content.
Her aura glittering extremely brightly, Lina walked up the silver steps and into her ship, greeting her sisters inside with a wide smile. They all rushed over to touch the omnipotent Mother mistress of Hallowed Malice, and were all beaming, smiles and Eyes wide.
There was a great deal of inquiry posed to the Mother over details of the Evil Lay. As was custom, it was Forbidden by Solaria for any of the Mother’s Twelve closest to behold her committing the sanctimonious seduction.
Lina chit-chatted with her sisters in the pod briefly now that the critical accomplishment had been committed. She discussed in detail the sick sex specifics. Then they all decided to go back outside to the comatose Fletcher Munsin.
As the silvery seductresses jaunted about and celebrated gaily, one of them caught sight of a curious little blackish curvy swirl of fume that was drifting off the soggy ground beside Fletcher Munsin. Like a calm visual whisper of living death!!!
“Hey, look,” Lina spoke out enthusiastically, pointing eagerly at it. “I think we’ve got something here, ladies.”
The women snapped to attention, almost too eager to lock sights with the most pertinently anticipated enigma upon which they had been entreating proverbially. The one who had just noticed the swirl took a few steps back, cocked her head to the side. “Look, there’s more!” she exclaimed and glanced over at the Mother. The women all crowded around the twirly black energies that were beside the barely breathing Fletcher Munsin.
Magdalena gasped. And, then that familiarly foreign keen sense of excitement hastily returned to her forcefully as several more of the Dark Swirls appeared subtley about, all encircling Fletcher Munsin. The girls had been Thunderstruck.
“Wow! That’s proof, right?” asked another Hawk to Lina.
“Yes, definitely,” replied the Mother with a couple of quick nods. “I was hoping to see this.”
A wide smile spread over her face. Her Eyes were beaming. “These jet-black fumes are without a doubt proof that I’ve successfully Fertilized the Soil of the Andromeda Biodome!” she stated cheerfully. Then she added “This must mean I’m pregnant now…”
Lina shot forth an annoying-looking adolescent grin toward her sisters with a nippy upward glance as she literally and figuratively patted herself on her back with the hand of overdramatic melodrama. A wholly, Unholy feminine ambiance of gasps broke out.
One of the Hawks asked the Mother “So this means it’s here, right? Already?”
“It’s gotta be,” said Lina, glancing hurriedly about. “It grows extremely fast. Girls, look around for it.”
The girls instantly scrambled about, trying to see if they could find any sign of live growth sprouting out from the biodome’s archaic, mindful Soil that was spread out in all directions around them amid a slowly appearing, twinkling, phosphorescent Hive Mind Network of all the robot-like human male outcast slave drones who would reap this vital Andromedan sustenance so Cumming to flourish disdainfully, the Grunts charged to paradoxically sustain a dying, sad-excuse-for-a-Fucked-Planet-Earth.
“Here it is!” shouted a Hawk. They all rushed over.
In the spot where the proud Hawk pointed was a tiny seedling that had just sprouted. As prophesized, this suckling of greenery was the very first and very mystical ‘Space-Grain’ ever to bud within the Biodome of Andromeda. It was a most peculiar, essential crop that, it would eventually become apparent, was the only organism ever able to be bred within the Andromeda Biodome, and in a most curious manner it would obviously Cum to seem.
The Dark Space-Grain would continue to Grow all throughout the entire dome’s cheesy park landscapes – which was mostly littered with the dirty Tools of the Gilded Grunts — and would soon prove to be elemental in the Lives of All Beings on Planet Earth, for All Time, perpetually preserving and perverting a most perverse Curse already arriving to subvert their Earth’s turf.
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BACK UPON THE QUAINT GRASSY SURFACE OF AN OVERLAIN VERSION of the Earth existing outside any Time Continuum, in a concealed part of it most peaceful and everlasting, amid the secluded tropical continent of the Immortal South Pole Homeland, sat the mystical Al Rodnam.
This area was currently the Last Place on any existing prototype of our Earth Planet that still had any form of vegetation growing. Predictably, and with persistence, the old man was now preserving his peaceful posture, perpetuating his pose perfectly as he remained poised in the position of the lofty lotus in profound Contemplation all during the ultimate sanctified ritual of this most contemptuous Conception of Mandorla.
The gently flowing crystal-clear stream not far off from where Al Rodnam remained motionless poured softly into and out of the small peaceful pond nearby.
For most of that day the mystic had been keeping a watchful Mind’s Eye upon his inverse manifestation, the hapless Fletcher Munsin who, as he was slowly dying, was now undergoing a Human Life Initiation and mass Seeding of species.
Now able to fully come to terms with the fact that Earth Genesis was presently Rebirthing itself into action, the old man couldn’t help but remark fantastically upon how it seemed like just yesterday to him that the Earth had found itself in the exact same predicament. It still saddened the guru to bare witness to the desecration throughout most of Planet Earth at this time. It always did. But the wise man also understood that his Guidance was needed the most during these grim times. This is why he had to survive. He always immensely enjoys helping the other angelic people and animals of Earth, so he would always lovingly embrace these final, tender moments. Besides, he had to, no matter what. Afterall, these moments were also a prelude to a newly creative re-spawning of Fucked-Earth, albeit yet another Genesis of morbid Black Death.
Al Rodnam, who took many forms, and was able to be in more than One place at Once — also even simultaneously if he preferred — was of the first tribe originally seeded from the Sirian Space Crystal more than four-hundred-twenty-three-billion years ago in the core of the star Sirius B, where his Bloodline also just so happened to exist simultaneously with more than 7,000 galaxies of different solar systems at varying density levels.
Members of his originally aquatic cetacean tribe Blood Networks who ever desired to have pieces of their Consciousness spawn as dense organisms in the third dimension atop or within any planet were scarce. Most of the exotic Hive Minds descending from his tribe along this current cosmic procession tend to busy themselves functioning as interplanetary Avatars, controlling several star systems concurrently, and take no physical appearance. Ever.
For the past 57,000 years approximately, Al Rodnam had mostly remained in his present physical body, preferring to live in this guise simultaneously on Earth, inside Earth, and inside one of the 8-D planets within the Sirius star system. Just his preferred lifestyle.
Throughout his lifetime, Al Rodnam has traveled throughout tens of thousands of galaxies in various forms, at various times, but presently wishes only to reside in these three places, at various times, usually taking only One of his two preferred forms: the form of a short, four-and-a-half-foot, bald and white humanoid organism, deeply Seasoned. He was always donned in long black robes and kept a long, grey beard three feet long. His belly was pudgy.
The altruistic Mystic had always been drawn to Planet Earth because he Once Fell in Love with the Lush Green of its tropical, enchanted rainforests as well as the exquisite, unique breeds of animals (mostly avian and aquatic) found therein ever since he first arrived on this planet long ago; the land and atmosphere were incredibly attractive, he always thought, and gave off immense amounts of the potent Prana of pure beauty with such crisp Air and Enchantment — and vibrantly so for such a planet, seeing as the planet did in fact function as, at One level, but-a-mostly-physically-distraught 3-D planet of Perpetual Chaos.
The wise old sage also found that most of the animals in the surreal-like forests were rather welcoming to him, anyway, and exemplified such interesting personalities and behaviors that never failed to spark his curiosity. In no time at all, the guru had become comfortable on Earth, and of course still is to this day, and definitely always will be.
The super secret special present moment had the old man focusing on the poor Fletcher Munsin, whose Body and Soul was in the Process of volunteering to be systematically brutalized and permanently sexually scarred by the very sadistic, gorgeous Golden Heart of a supremely powerful Head lady secretly disguised as the Lachrylon Essence, Forever to be sickly locked within the Bodies of all Angelic Human Tribal Females she would soon be personally, most intimately involved with Creating. Al Rodnam sat still in Contemplation as he viewed remotely through all of the man’s hyper-activated Eyes throughout the duration of the necessary sanctified Ritual Act carried out by the Mother, Knowing that his inverse duality had always been meant to protect the Earthly Beings he so thought he loved.
The old Mystic used all of his power and magic to spread out, most wide and far, as much High Liquid Light as he could, using the psychedelic aid of Light Symbol Code-Thought-Vision Meditations to mystically Facilitate his Mindful, Multi-dimensional Interconnectedness. The old guru harnessed the essential cosmic energies necessary to execute this activity most effectually, and did so as far as he could, as wide as he could, as deep as he could.
DARK ESOTERIKA 