WELKOME TO DARK ESOTERIKA…. [post #27.]
AND NOW, WE REJOIN MOTHER MAGDALENA BACK IN HER RECENTLY CRASHED SPACE POD AS SHE SUDDENLY DECIDES TO INITIATE EVAC, STAT!
[chapter FIVE of THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION]
SUDDENLY, AN INTENSE DESIRE TO QUICKLY FLEE THE SPACESHIP overcame Lina. She felt barely any shielding energy left inside her magical dress, the powers of it mostly depleted. She entered her small walk-in closet and hastily grabbed her knapsack that was hanging on a hook and took a look inside it. Inside she found a ball of hemp cord, an ink pen, a pad of paper, and some other odds and ends of useful purpose. She slung the satchel over her shoulder and quickly stepped back into the bedroom. Cautiously, Lina went to go fetch Amrita to stuff inside the sack. “Stay in there and be quiet,” she told the thing. She tiptoed to her night table and opened the drawer. She grabbed her handy dagger that was inside, attached it to her waist, and stepped to the door. She took a deep breath and shut her Eyes tightly. She planned on trying to exit the craft without looking at the flight deck.
She was disturbed as she briefly caught sight of a potential future image of herself gaping in astonishment over the sloppy mess on the flight deck.
Lina shook herself free of the gripping, grimmy image, cautiously felt for the button on the wall, and the two parts of the door slid open. She stepped through.
Instantly, Lina noticed an intensely foul odor in the air, much stronger than the one in her bedroom. She grimaced as she returned her nose beneath her dress.
Her spaceship, being small as it was, was not difficult to navigate behind closed Eyelids; she cared not to investigate further the loud shattering she had heard, nor the strong stench she now smelled, although she could imagine precisely the cause of both of them.
Cautiously, Eyes shut tight, Lina shuffled to the storage area on the port side of the craft. The surface of the floor was heavily uneven on this side of the ship and she struggled to hold her balance. She opened a cabinet and, holding open her knapsack, hastily reached in and dragged all the fruit and tiny bags of nuts and grains into it. Eyes still closed, she opened another cupboard, felt around, and added the rationed portions of flasks of Pure Fresh Water to the bundle. This was all the food and drink she kept on her ship, which she had only previously ridden on special occasions, this particular ride, obviously yet quite peculiarly, being her last.
And also somehow her first.
Lina grabbed her trusty spear that was resting on the floor, readied her nerves, and prepared to book it past the front-end of the ship toward the hatch on the far right side. She could only hope that the hatch could still be opened given the condition of the pod; she figured this was a Once-in-a-lifetime type of predicament she found herself stuck in.
And indeed it was.
She closed her Eyes and briefly meditated on her escape.
Other than her magical golden dress, it was Magdalena’s trusty spear that was her prized possession. The demoralizing lance had also been crafted from the fierce filaments of the almighty Solaria, and had been, more than Once, handed down to her as a ferocious, inhuman aid in the brutal combat that would inevitably befall her throughout her travels. It was fashioned from unadulterated iron crystal that had been extracted from the center of the Earth. As such, it worked intrinsically with the bleeding planet’s core, and the edge of it always remained perfectly sharp, having embroidered jagged teeth toward the top-end of it. In essence, the enchanted staff was really a sacred scepter that, through the sanctity of Solaria, ceaselessly sought secret sanction with its specific possessor, entrusting itself with, whom in this case was, Mother Magdalena. This was a most awesome power with none other like it, and it had the miraculous ability, along with the application of two other star-gate Tools, to tap into the sacred Black Hole Sun of the Inner Earth chambers, providing the Mother, along with her formidable, fulsome dress, with the utmost protection and guidance on the surface of the densest of planet environments she may happen upon.
And now, from where she stood, feeling great fear, the Mother mindfully folded down her epiglottis to block her air duct, lifted opened her Eyes, and directed her gaze toward the ship’s hatch, paying no mind to the flight deck. Gripping her mighty spear tightly, Lina took in a deep, putrid breath and then went for it. She galloped awkwardly toward the hatch as fast as she could across the surface of the sloped cabin, her body in pain, the odor unbearable. When she got there, she grabbed the wheel at the center of the hatch. Heaving, she used all of her remaining strength to spin the wheel to its extremity, then pounded on the button to the left of the hatch, which was supposed to open it. But, alas, as she had suspected, the hatch was jammed.
”FUCK!” she cried out and started pounding on the door as if it would give way just because she pounded on it.
The stink was repulsive. Lina whimpered in pain. And just as she began to think up new ways of how she could escape the downed spacecraft, a very flustered Lina started to feel wafts of heat blow by her. Slowly lifting open an Eyelid, she snagged a peak at some smoke drifting by and instantly became petrified; the level of anxiety she was wrought with rose several notches and the back of her neck grew instantly damper.
Feeling completely overwhelmed at this point, Lina realized that if there was any chance for her to make it out alive, she needed to break free of the hysteria that was starting to grip her and focus her mind at least somewhat on what it was that she was trying to do.
She took a brief time-out. Trying with all her might to gain composure, she consciously attempted to ignore her racing thoughts and project her powerful energy inward. For a moment, just One brief moment in time, she aimed to block out all senses and attain a flash of Divinity.
In a state of absolute dissociation, like a deprivation of senses submerged in water, her Soul grabbed hold of what presented itself to be the experience of an intensely real hallucination of a rather pleasant image for her.
From out-of-body, Magdalena saw her tall, shimmering form swimming gracefully through an ocean of a milky, midnight sky, in a patch of starry outerspace not too distant from the Earth. Swimming vibrantly through deep-space as if it were a cool pool, Lina was overjoyed to find other, separate, smaller celestial entities gaily joining her for a merry, intergalactic swim.
For an instant, just One simple instant of bliss, the iridescent bodies all swirled together in ecstasy, dancing happily in harmony. Lina smiled.
A stinging choke brought the hopeful woman back to her subjective consciousness of the physical being that was trapped inside the smashed space-pod. She bent over and spewed out a few robust coughs, spit, and then lifted her head slightly to find herself looking at the jammed hatch that wouldn’t budge. She shook her head briskly, feeling a slight sense of déjà vu set in. In an effort to limit the amount of smoke being inhaled, as well as to dodge the dreadful, drifting odor, Lina took in a deep, disgusting breath through her mouth and tried to see how long she could hold it in her lungs.
As she held that breath in, she tried with all her might to remain consciously locked onto that comforting sensation brought forth by the spectacular Vision she had just had, while still remaining mindful of her task at hand. She wanted to see how long she could hold in her big breath. And with it locked inside her lungs, she gathered up all her courage and turned around to face the facts.
And without realizing it, she let loose her breath before her in a forceful blow.
At the ship’s bow, Lina helplessly beheld the same overwhelming mess of toxic rubble and pieces of corpses that had seared her vision from behind the great, big crystal glass dash, but now the dash was shattered, and the grimy debris was scattered upon the flight deck, having fallen into the ship when the cracked glass had given way. Lina was aghast.
The toxic shit littered a good portion of the flight deck, and there was a huge mound of it just outside, completely clogging the opening of where the dash had been. It seemed most of the spaceship’s sharply inclining, downward-sloping front-end was buried beneath the surface of a scorched Earth, trapping Lina hopelessly inside. She gathered a great amount of air into her lungs then released her breath to speak forcefully.
”SOLARIA!” the Mother proclaimed with raised head and lifted arms, “GUIDE ME OUT OF HERE!”
She shut her Eyes tightly and mustered together some nerve.
Lina gagged slightly as she reluctantly shuffled down the incline, toward the intruding wreckage to analyze it further, noticing a thin layer of smoke accumulating just above it as she got closer. Trying not to panic, she scanned the debris, seeking the source of the smoke. In the far corner, Lina caught glimpse of a small flame flickering faintly. She gasped. And then she came to find herself glaring into the center of the flame, concentrating hard on it.
”Solaria! Anoint my Spirit with your scalding center!” she cried, “But torch not my hot temple of flesh and blood! Just as you said, I am needed to procreate! Now get me out of here!” She could hear a raspy, muffled, mechanical meow come from within her knapsack, which was still slung over her shoulder. She coughed.
Lina again shut her Eyes. She took a slow, steady breath in, and then out, and found herself Once again Observing her body back up in the High Ocean. She saw her long, smooth figure gracefully gliding in twirls within the all-too-black, totally starless sky; this time she swam alone. -MIKE EYE