☆ 23. {AQUA-TRIPP}

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[EPISODE V. / CHAPTER 23.]


THERE, BY THE EDGE OF THE GLOWING POND, KNELT THE MOTHER Magdalena, who was held hotly in a hypnotic hex.

Her dark hand, with its long and dark, graceful fingers, remained submerged in the precious Water, her Eyelids lightly closed. She was revitalizing herself, receiving strong, heavy waves of nourishing energy flow from the silvery pond and into her, charging her magic.

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With this extremely pleasant sensation fueling her body densities, the Mother felt as high as the heavens. That familiar glorious sensation of being joyously immersed in the psychedelic cosmo-scape playground in the sky that had momentarily soothed her panic back when she was desperately attempting to flee her smoldering smashed spacecraft once again returned to her. But the version of the vision that now flooded her bio-rhythms was that alternate image she had had of herself swimming in deep space all by her lonesome.

As the daunting Full Moon up above shot its essence into the mysterious pond that may or may not’ve been there, the pulsing glow of the almighty Mother mimicked that brilliance; a triad of lunar luminosity linked the entities together, the prana gushing throughout.

The woman opened her Eyes to see herself shine vibrantly upon the shimmering fresh surface of the radiant waters in soft streams of her semblance so salient.

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Gazing down at her reflection in wonder, the inner ends of her thin black Eyebrows now dropped down toward the upper ridge of her nose as a roguish grin slowly spread out over the Mother’s beautiful black face. Little ripples gently wrinkled over the reflection of the woman’s face in accord with the secretion of her subconscious sentiment, down into the aquatic enigma. The tiny currents cut into the cool, mercury-like liquid in flows like the flight of faeries, connecting to the consciousness of the invisible observer within like some pure watered-down air fueling a hot-air balloon in zero gravity.

Seeming lost, but being found, Magdalena continued to be completely engaged, stricken with awe, her sensations immersed in glorious dumbfounded ecstasy.

Amrita sat a ways off from the Mother, oblivious to it all.

Bonding emotionally with what she was perceiving, Lina was feeling a strong, unique sense of supreme personal power and dominance she could have sworn she had never felt before. It felt even more potent than the level of supremacy she typically carried.

Much more so.

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And soon, having become Wholly One with herself through the mystical pond and becoming Aware of the True depth of her actuality, the almighty Mother Magdalena released her reverie, switched stances to a lotus posture, and invited her lovable, shiny mechanical cat to come join her in the moment.

“Come sit right here beside me,” invited Lina with a gentle whisper excitedly, wide-smiled, rapidly patting Fucked-Earth in the space just to her right. Amrita cautiously crept close to the Mother candidly and curled up beside her.

Stillness.

Magdalena slowly raised a level hand firmly up in front of her shrewd visage and held it sideways before her Heart hotly. Like a dream-catcher she desired to soak up all of the intense harmonic astral vibes she now felt flowing all around her in a multiplex of multidimensional directions.

Minutes later, Amrita unexpectedly blurted out, “Lina, I see it! I see the pond all of a sudden! It just… appeared to me somehow…”

But before Magdalena could respond to her pet’s revelation, the Mother abruptly let out a yelp, grimaced, and brought her extended hand down fastly to her bulging belly.

“What’s the matter, Lina?” asked Amrita.

A pause.

“Uuhhhh … FUCK!” the woman wailed after a moment of intense physical pain.

And after another moment, “Con… trac-tion!” she muttered behind clenched teeth, Eyes rolling back into her skull.

Gripping her prego-mound with conviction, the Mother again yelped out ferociously, and it started to sound precarious in the chill-spot by the mystical pond.

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The precious Magdalena soon found herself on hands and knees, sifting crudely in the dirt beside the pond as she was compelled to loudly howl most ferociously over and over again as her body shook about, periodically vomiting multi-colored liquids extravagantly, here and there adding exaggerated intention to her outbursts.

The woman was eventually able to calm her nerves just long enough to utter a few terse comprehensible words to her robotic companion.

“Rita… I’m gonna have her! My most long awaited beloved!” Lina was panting.

“What? You mean your child? Now?” asked Amrita with a head bob. The cat-bot had never experienced witnessing a woman’s behavior just before she was about to give birth.

Lina released a powerful elongated yelp that sounded inhuman as it echoed loudly throughout the fairly level, scorched terrain around her, and she grimaced forcefully.

“Yes! Yes! She’s here! She’s arrived!”

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The Mother was feeling her cervix softening, filling up with Hallowed Waters fast as the neck started to thin out and be taken into her lower uterine segment.

Amrita looked on curiously.

Before long, the powerless powered machine with a feline/human personality found itself cowering, disempowered, observing a tiny bloodied human head poke out of the Mother’s widening vagina.

“Yes! She’s here!!” the Mother yelped with excitement before letting out another gruesome wail of pain.

She choked.

“…At long last!!!”

Lina started engaging her breaths with quick, deliberate rhythmic inhalations and exhalations, and reached down to lightly touch the birthing baby’s messy cranium. As it was emerging, Lina began a very personal ritualized procedure that included repeated periods of pushing her abdomen profoundly, taking short, measured breaths, and allowing her womb to naturally contract. She reached down with both hands upon her baby’s head, which was almost fully emerged, and lightly pulled on it, gently guiding her most beloved’s body out of her birth canal as she proceeded to deliver her infant baby daughter.

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The One thing allowing the Mother to maintain this very arduous procedure — indeed the very entity causing this whole event to occur — was the big bright Full Moon Up Above, its radiance reflecting off the cool glittering pond, pouring into and above the Head of the Mother, fluxing its most forceful fuel therein. This aqua-flux offered Magdalena huge elements of spiritual encouragement; the mysterious pond seemed to somehow function like the PRAP-Q.C. — her old spaceship’s synchronoscope.

The Mother was clenching her teeth tightly, crying passionately.

Her Eyes were shut tight.

She was gripping her baby-bulge vehemently.

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Soon, she was bawling out even more pronounced cordial cries of a most foul Lustful Agony, but while also chuckling Wickedly behind tightened jaw in interspersed impulsivities.

Indeed the Lunacy was setting in.

Amrita couldn’t understand the commotion occurring if the thing even wanted to. But it detected urgency and so gained the necessity to become an aid in the process.

“Are you okay?” asked Rita.

An awkward pause.

“Yea,” Lina managed softly behind clenched teeth, her body trembling. “I’m fine.”

But just then, Lina’s upper body mystically thrust itself abruptly upward precisely twenty-four inches Higher to the sky, and held fast. She let out a loud scream.

The woman’s spine in one way or another now remained firmly fixed in space, somehow locked into position. Her long legs dangled in the air.

Suddenly, her Head inexplicably snapped backward and her whole body was violently shaken about as it remained in place just above the ground beside the pond.

The Mother let out a macabre, drawn out, deafening shriek of sheer horror.

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The bloodied head of the precious Mandorla, who was patiently peeking out of her pussy, dropped another couple of centimeters out of the Mother’s vagina.

Lina cried out passionately. Loud and prominent screams they were at first, but they then quickly turned into maniacal, out-of-control, chaotic screeches of pure mania, and Amrita’s internal “warning” sign flashed in its circuitry. The cat-bot perked itself up on its hind legs, it’s motorized claws scraping at the air in vain upward at Mother Magdalena. It uttered a few meows that almost sounded like a cat’s.

“You’re beautiful. I love you,” murmured Amrita looking up at the Mother.

And then, just for a moment, just for One mere instance in space-time, the bright Full Moon Up Above brusquely utterly shut out it’s shimmer, just at the very same moment Magdalena also stopped sparkling so vibrantly. Even her enchanted, protective garb of golden elegance had also blown out its alluring radiance during that very instant, and the ambience totally transformed………… 😲

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Thank You For Returning To Dark Esoterika, Where We Observe Psi Phenomena & Sacred Visions Through The Lens Of Geomancy & Dreams.

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TEN MINUTES AFTER THE LAST STRAW OF THE BRUTAL MILKING OF Fletcher Munsin at the Andromeda Biodome, the Last Godhed was still in total tune to the holding of his Shadow from his secured location upon Immortal Earth’s tropical, Enchanted South Pole Homeland. He was waiting for the moment the Hankerhawks first saw it — the sacred, subtle emergence of a sign of the first waverly Space-Grain. This would undoubtedly confirm the prompt forthcoming of the First living organism that was ever able to be Grown within the ever-strategically-placed platinum-sheathed titanium alloy-encased deep-space Biodome of Andromeda. And Al Rodnam knew this was so.

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EPISODE IX. / Chapter 37

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AL RODNAM HAD BEEN FOREWARNED BY LACHRYLON THAT THE mystical pond of the Aqueous Transmission would be hovering transoptically in mid-air over the scorched grounds of Fucked-Earth. Lachrylon would be expecting the punctual Deliverance of the old man to be completely submerged within the mystical pond before it was to completely fastly evaporate. Yes, that very Grail-point of the mystical pond of the Aqueous Transmission had reappeared sometime a while back, and it was only to remain for a short while longer before it was to again rapidly reduce in size, completely drying up like it Once had, and Once will do again, up into the air to disappear until the next Aqueous Transmission.

The exact moment the pond was to commence fastly evaporating would be the exact moment Mother Magdalena would…

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☆ 6. The Mother Employs Her Mental and Physical Toughness

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Entry #31.

 

 

[episode I. / chapter SIX]


STARTLED, AND FEELING SUDDENLY ISOLATED, LINA OPENED HER Eyes wide‭, shook her Head fiercely, ‬found herself back in the crashed pod behind her own Eyes,‭ staring back into the flame‭. ‬It was growing‭. More smoke was gathering. She was trembling.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Staring through the blaze, Lina’s vision went out-of-focus, bringing the background images to the forefront. And that’s when she noticed it‭. ‬Just beyond the fire‭, ‬Lina caught sight of a small opening‭, ‬revealing the toxic outdoors‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬Yes‭! ‬That’s it‭!” ‬she said‭. “‬Thank you‭, ‬Solaria‭!” ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

It would be a tight fit‭, ‬but she thought she could squeeze through the crevice if she could somehow make it through the hungry flames and debris that blocked it‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The brilliancy of her dress was idling‭, ‬flickering on and off‭, ‬diminishing rapidly‭. ‬Its protective effect‭, ‬it seemed‭, ‬was continuing to wear off rapidly‭. “Oh no‭! ‬My dress‭!‬”‭ ‬Lina cried. She coughed several times‭, ‬her body aching‭ tremendously now. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Dammit‭!‬”‭ ‬she declared‭ ‬vehemently‭. ‬“What an opportune time to have my powers dim on me‭!‬”‭ ‬she stated sarcastically‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The sick stench and gathering smoke was starting to overwhelm Lina‭. ‬Glaring‭ ‬with poise‭ ‬at the glittering crevice beyond the chaotic clutter‭, ‬the woman realized what she had to do‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

 

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She momentarily placed her steady scepter against the busted hatch‭, ‬cupped her mouth and nose with one hand‭, ‬and swayed the mounting smolder with the other‭. ‬Trying not to look down‭, ‬Lina stepped over some sludge in front of her to reach a compartment in the wall not far off from the hatch‭. ‬She opened it‭. ‬Inside was a pressurized space suit and helmet that were both reserved for outer- “space walks‭.” ‬She bent back slightly‭, ‬swung her Head backwards to gather her lengthened locks with her hands‭, ‬and then cunningly swirled her hair up into a few loops atop her Head‭, ‬using more of her hair to keep it tied up‭. ‬She quickly grabbed the spherical dome helmet from the compartment‭, ‬put it on‭, ‬and engaged the oxygen flow‭. ‬She slammed the compartment door shut‭, ‬leaving the suit behind‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Then Lina opened a compartment on the wall next to the one containing the suit to reveal a fire extinguisher‭. ‬She grabbed it and flung it with all her might over the muck‭, ‬toward the origin of the fire by the small opening‭. ‬Then she jumped over some debris and headed back to the busted hatch to grab‭ ‬her staff‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Her plan was to trudge through the slop‭, ‬douse the flames that were blocking her escape as much as she could with the fire extinguisher‭, ‬make it outside by squeezing through the tiny crevice‭, ‬and survive as long as she could‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

There was a great deal of toxic sludge stuck in between her and the opening‭. ‬With her dress’s powers now fully deactivated‭, ‬Lina closed her Eyes and tried to Once again conjure forth the sacred Vision that had calmed her earlier‭, ‬but it wouldn’t come‭. ‬She was too wrought with anguish to concentrate‭. ‬Harder she tried now with Eyes shut tight‭, ‬but to no avail‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Opening her Eyes‭, ‬Lina watched ahead as the fire kept growing‭, ‬noticing that a great deal of the scattered sludge was flammable‭.‬‭ ‬She coughed as the smoke built up even more. Lina realized she had no time to steady her mind‭, noting it was also now much more difficult to do‭ ‬so as a severe sense of danger set in‭. She knew she must move quickly.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Sweating most profusely‭, ‬her undying Heart thumping ferociously‭, ‬she shook herself from the nightmarish trance she felt‭ ‬fixed‭ ‬upon‭. ‬Swiftly‭, ‬and with a Wicked gleam in her Eye‭, ‬Lina raised her spear mightily upward with a duel grip and braced herself‭.‬‭ ‬With a‭ ‬frenzied‭ ‬shriek she brought it down‭, ‬smashing obstructing grimy debris before her‭. ‬She started trudging through the hazardous muck toward the opening just beyond the spreading blaze‭, ‬her body in agony‭, ‬her aura revolted‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The smoke was spreading‭, ‬getting thicker fast‭. ‬Lina “womanned” her long‭, ‬sharp‭ ‬instrument before her vehemently like she was good at doing and continued viciously piercing all scraps of noxious clutter in her way with all of her might, flinging it behind her in determination as she broke for the opening‭. ‬She kicked‭ ‬to the sides random rubble that was blocking her way‭, ‬trying to make it easier for her to wade through‭. ‬She felt nauseous and weak‭, ‬but had faith in her ability to overcome this adversity‭; ‬Magdalena was in fact a big‭, ‬strong woman‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

It was heating up‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

But‭ ‬at least her helmet could now prevent smoke from choking her‭, ‬Lina thought‭ to herself, ‬as her enchanted golden garb was now unable to guard her like it was designed to do‭. She also hoped that‭, ‬if she were able to escape the burning ship‭, ‬the helmet‭ ‬would be able to protect her lungs from any contaminates in the Earth’s surely spoiled atmosphere‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Damn you‭, ‬wretched dress‭!‬”‭ ‬Lina shouted‭. ‬“You were made for times like these‭,‬”‭ ‬she yelled‭, ‬inferring her inflection to her limp garb‭. A false grin‭ started widening out across the face of the Mother as she attempted whole-heartedly to embrace the paradox that now gripped her forcefully.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Sweat was dripping from most parts of Magdalena’s body now‭, ‬especially her bruised forehead from inside the dome helmet‭. ‬She let out high-pitched wails as she continued to pierce and fling‭, ‬kick and shove‭. ‬Her Passion was lit like the‭ growing ‬flames around her‭. ‬She tried her best to envision herself on the other side of the‭ ‬gap‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

When she reached the opening‭, ‬Lina picked up the fire extinguisher she had thrown toward this area‭, ‬pulled the pin‭, ‬and squeezed‭ ‬the trigger‭, ‬aiming the vapors directly into the heart of the flame before the gap‭, ‬attempting to douse as much of the fire that was blocking it as she could‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Once she had cleared a slight path before the opening‭, ‬Lina tossed the red cylinder to the side and urgently stuck her spear into the hole‭, ‬thrashing it around ferociously in an attempt to make it as wide as she could‭. ‬After about a minute or so‭, ‬Lina tossed her spear outside through the opening‭, ‬then‭ ‬hurled‭ ‬her knapsack through‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The chance now came for her to fully exercise her willpower‭. Test her ‘luck’. ‬Before‭ ‬the flames could return to block her path again‭, ‬Lina cast all her infectious pain to the side‭, ‬let loose a brawny wail‭,‬‭ ‬and quickly dove into the opening‭. ‬She was able to get her head and torso through fairly easily‭, ‬but she managed to get stuck around her waist‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬AWW‭, ‬SHIT!!‭!‬‭” ‬she cursed aloud‭. ‬As thin as she was‭, ‬she still managed to get stuck in the gap‭. ‬She writhed around wildly in an attempt to squeeze through‭, ‬but she still remained wedged‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

This was a humiliating experience for Lina‭, ‬even though No One was‭ ‬watching‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Stuck in the gap‭, ‬the striving‭, ‬anxious woman felt the lethal‭, ‬oily lubrications drip off the enclosing‭, ‬blistering‭ ‬mechanical crumpled wreckage that seized her‭. ‬The sick‭, ‬sensual slime messily applied biting pressure to her super-sleek waistline as the sludge tightly squeezed sponge-like around‭ ‬her‭ wet, ‬squirming‭ ‬hard body‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

It was now her‭ ‬urgent objective to make use of this slimy lube and slither herself through the gap‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Lina could feel the lower half of her body that was trapped on the inside of the ship heating up‭, ‬and she wished with all her might‭ ‬that her‭ ‬exquisite‭ ‬ass wouldn’t catch on fire‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Oh, how she adored her exquisite ass.

‬Squirming about‭, ‬Lina screamed in fury as she tried to wriggle through‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Then she tried clutching some rubble just outside in front of her with both hands and started using her upper body strength to try and propel herself‭ ‬out of the gap‭. ‬After a bunch of tries‭, ‬she was finally able to pull herself through…….

 

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

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.

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

#2. INCENDIARY AJNA OF A ONE MAGDALENA TO IGNITE HIGH PSYCHIC UNION WITH SOLARIA

MAGDALENA CAME THROUGH TO THE OTHER SIDE ON HER BELLY‭, ‬crawling amongst the most horrendous fragments of carnage and corrosion imaginable‭. ‬

DARK ESOTERIKA

STORY SNIPPET #2 EXCERPTED FROM

THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION BY

MIKE EYE 

…FROM EPISODE ONE / CHAPTER 7…


MAGDALENA CAME THROUGH TO THE OTHER SIDE ON HER BELLY‭, ‬crawling amongst the most horrendous fragments of carnage and corrosion imaginable‭. ‬Rebirthed into a sheer devilish disorder of pure mayhem‭, ‬the woman found herself atop a steep mound of large clumps of cement‭, ‬overturned dead-maggot-infested dry soil‭, ‬and broken glass shards‭, ‬all‭ ‬smeared with blood and soot‭. ‬She stammered to her feet waywardly‭, ‬placing palms to knees‭, ‬hunching over‭, ‬panting heavily within‭ ‬the dome helmet locked about her head‭, ‬sweat dripping from her face onto the curved glass of it‭ inside. ‬She raised her head up to look‭ ‬at the heavens above‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

It was pitch-black out with not a single star to be seen in an abysmal sky‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

And directly above her was the proverbial Moon of Earth‭, ‬glimmering softly‭, ‬blanketing the…

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ABOUT MY EPIK WORLD

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Thank You For Returning To Dark Esoterika, Where We Observe Psi Phenomena & Sacred Visions Through The Lens Of Geomancy & Dreams.

 

 

Dear Readers & Bloggers, Eye hope you are all well or are at least able to somewhat steady the Mind at certain intervals during these grim yet joyous Times on Urth, at the cusp. If You’re currently bein’ Blown away by the books & articles you’re Readin’ lately, that is a huge plus, and I am truly glad you’ve found some new, albeit, perhaps temporary, Sources of Inspiration.

Well, I am so happy to See so many curious people starting to latch on to the excitement and significance of my recently released esoteric debut novel, The Aqueous Transmission! Recently, I was asked a bunch of interesting questions about the mechanics and epic inner workings of “my world” that I write about in this dark tale, the answers of which will soon be published on another great WordPress blog about Epik Worlds in Spec Lit. But, for now, I’m gonna release them here on my blog! Lucky You! Also, Look for my next Pro Book Review coming this month in March!

  -MIKE EYE ⊙

 

 

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1. Tell us about your novel. (This could be your blurb.)

IN A DYING WORLD NOT UNLIKE OUR OWN, two elemental forces are controlling two avatar demigods who seek to perpetuate the planet’s existence by reshaping a new world in a certain way after it has finally fallen to a post-apocalyptic state. On the One side we have Mother Magdalena, a strong and fierce pregnant Hankerhawk woman of the Earthen Bry Dellows who will be faced with the challenge of reviving humanity in a changed, desolate, dark world with no living creature in sight. On the other side we have Al Rodnam, a wise, old Sirian guru mystic who has much love for the dying world of Earth and is the last of his kind, the Godheds, who had helped Mother Magdalena restart civilization One age prior. Both personas will cross paths and have to help each other meet the commands of their elemental forces.

Meanwhile, throughout it all, Magdalena is continuously haunted by the shade of a mysterious man she somehow feels fiercely attracted to and also reminds her of someone important she had met Once, someone she had Once loved… Upon giving birth to her child, Magdalena feels compelled to search for this man, wherever his real person may be, fully believing the man to not only still be alive, but to in fact be the Last Godhed of whom she had been searching for for a long, long time. However, we come to find that the shade of this familiar man, although not in fact the Last Godhed, is indeed the Last Godhed’s fully manifest Shadow Identity toying with the Mother. Once the prerequisites for Magdalena and her High sisters are met, Al Rodnam must use his High powers to help beckon the Mother to his Shadow. But first, there must be a divine transformation through a magical pond located at a secret, special spot upon the ruins of the destroyed Earth, a spot that’ll help shift the gears of the story up a couple of notches in an extremely powerful and enchanting way, but not consciously quite exactly the way in which either avatar was ever expecting…

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2.  What makes your world special or different?

The thing about my world that makes it so interesting yet also unique is that it is instantly directly relatable to the reader because “my world,” or at least the Setting for a majority of my story, is Planet Earth. But… it’s an existential replication of our home planet in comparison to the way ours is now during our [the readers’] actual current waking life, and the people living upon her in the story do so in a way quite a bit differently than we do here in modern-day life, despite them nevertheless still being some variety of human-hybrid homosapien, as we ourselves are.

You see, my version of the Planet Earth in my novel (which is in its own time continuum) has only about 30% Ocean in comparison to the some 70% or more Ocean as are currently the conditions of our home planet now-a-days. As such, and in intimate coordinated correspondence, the body liquid levels of most of the demented humans in my story are also intrinsically related to the water levels of their Earth’s body; i.e. the physical makeup of their bodies, as well as their land, is quite drastically different to ours in comparison. The bodies of the people who make up this vast majority of these few, small indigenous tribes spread out across this grim apocalyptic version of Earth we now carefully analyze, the ones known as Loombugs, are disgracefully deformed, grizzly, and hoggish. The very small elite sects of their people who control them, however, the ones who call themselves Hankerhawks, have exclusively been allowed access to the clandestine domain of Amrita’s Inner Earth Underworld and have been additionally genetically-enhanced with far-sustaining power and forms bestowed to them from their Higher, Godly counterparts of extradimensional origin who have been in somewhat constant contact.

There are very few tribes spread out across the globe living in rather small, horribly filthy, deranged communities that can best be described as “urbanized,” destroyed, and neglected thick jungle-like environments, but with mostly no other animals, containing mostly sickly foliage, and rather remarkably contained in all. Other than these small thickly-settled villages, there was, spread out wide and far across the One and only landmass of this planet, nothing but super hot barren and ashy deserts of sprawling lonely emptiness. Each tribe’s village existing on the planet is naturally, and quite consequently, situated along or near its very small Ocean. These tribes have little to no contact with one another. On the edge of each dark tribal community’s dirty and deformed village is always located its appended most cherished pig pen filled with shit-loads (literally) of a particular special strain of pig engineered by Al Rodnam (more on him, these “Blood-Pigs” I’m describing here, and the Loombugs later, in Character Profiles, Terms, World Faction Alignments, and Tribal Heritage).

 

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Oh, and by the way, every member of every tribe on the planet of these Hankerhawks and Loombugs is female. That’s right, no males; they’re not allowed. (For more on how the tribes originated to begin with, ask me about The Founding of Bry Dellows.) Usually, I got it worked out so that, upon their fucked-up version of Planet Earth, at any point along the timeline of my multiverse, there would almost always be, among populations of the human-hybrid beings alive at any moment, roughly 85% Loombugs, 10% Hankerhawks, 4% Gilded Grunts, and 1% Godhed (for more on these sects, ask me about World Faction Alignments and Tribal Heritage).

The Hankerhawks and the Loombugs together make up roughly 95% of the entire world’s human population among the few tribes of sisters usually alive at any time. The other roughly 5% of male human-hybrid creatures existed separately for the most part from the women, yet still strangely remained attached in certain ways to their respective tribe of descent by way of Space-Grain trading agreements. (Ask me more about Space-Grain, what it is, and why it’s important to the story.) There really are very, very few other creatures of any kind existing anywhere ON the surface of my world, but that’s certainly not the case IN-side my world (see Amrita’s Inner Earth Underworld), and I must add that there are also other (important) places that are part of the Setting of this novel that exist on and in other planets, craft, and various outer-space outposts, that are situated in other galaxies, and in some cases, also different timelines (or no timeline at all).

 

 

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3.  How does your main character fit into this world?

Mother Magdalena is the Head Hankerhawk of Bry Dellows, the largest of the tribal villages. Bry Dellows was the first settlement of the Earth in my world and was founded by Magdalena herself, along with Al Rodnam, a very old mystic from the Sirius Trinary Star System, a man who also happens to be the Last Godhed on “Fucked-Earth.” (Throughout the book, I refer to the “Earth” as “Fucked” because, despite the obvious implication, the very act to have caused the nuclear explosion that obliterates the entire planet time and time again was the impact of its mystically-charged Moon which had Cum suddenly shooting out of its orbit straight down into its Mother Earth (rendering her “fucked”) the very moment the Spirit of the Last Godhed, Al Rodnam, reentered its Remote Viewing of a sacred Dream Mother Magdalena had been prophesized to have been having during this time, while she slept in her tiny bedchambers of her mini silvery auto-piloting space-pod beside the corpse of the recently deceased Fletcher Munsin, with whom she had just performed the Conception of Mandorla with at the Andromeda Biodome just prior. The Mother did this because she wrongfully assumes Fletcher Munsin to be the Last Godhed, Al Rodnam, of whom she was divinely charged to sacredly seduce. Fletcher Munsin is in fact, however, the Last Godhed’s Shadow*.)

 

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At the beginning of the story, in Episode I. Magdalena crash-lands on her recently nuked, now Fucked-Earth. She’s the only living being now alive on the whole planet, everything else having been destroyed. But she’s pregnant…. Fortunately, Magdalena manages to salvage and acquire a few cool things that she’s really gonna need!! She has with her her lovable life-long pet, Amrita (who represents a living embodiment of One of the Life-forces** itself, made manifest AS the Divine vehicle it would otherwise only pump through, existing as something more and greater than just the powerful sacred energy flowing through it, and is portrayed throughout the novel taking shape inside the inner circuitry of a cat-like android who down the line has a Metamorphosis into a High mystikal Serpent, with extra-special abilities, including divine access to Amrita’s Inner Earth Underworld). Luckily, she also manages to snag the idolized archaic Golden Dress and Azure Jasper Stone Amulet of Solaria, both of which are intimately bestowed unto her by the awesome force of Solaria.

Mother Magdalena eventually finds her way to the sacred Pond of the Aqueous Transmission (which is eternally located — though is mostly closed — at the exact same coordinates known and felt by Al Rodnam, the Last Godhed, to be none other than the Earth’s sucking Grail Point/Vajina that periodically gets activated) by following the arcane geomantic tug she begins to feel on her magical amulet; there gives birth to her child; (see The Liberation of Mandorla) and Receives the Spell of Solaria from Al Rodnam as the sage’s Spirit then proceeds to join the Body of Mandorla, the Mother coming to quantumly combine with the Last Godhed Essence now amplified by instantaneous Kundalini Activation (for more on the Mandorla/Al Rodnam Entity Bi-location flux phenomenon and Komplex, ask me about The Aqueous Transmission Event).

Al Rodnam guides Magdalena and her pet Amrita to the Hollow. This was the magical, sacred place of where Bry Dellows was supposed to be founded. Without Magdalena being conscious of the fact, some time within the first couple of weeks of arriving, Al Rodnam puts Magdalena under another hypnotic spell (see The Spell of Lachrylon) and uses the power of Amrita, the Mother’s pet robot-cat-turned-snake, to access the Inner Earth Underworld, the resulting “key” to the Stargate that was hidden somewhere in the Hollows of Bry Dellows being given to the sly guru when the snake was placed around a temporarily unconscious Magdalena’s Head, the specific placement of tools coming to commence the vortex sucking of the Stargate, thus providing the Last Godhed with secret access to a place he naturally wasn’t supposed to be. From within Amrita’s Inner Earth Underworld, Al Rodnam knows he can access the Immortal Earth’s South Pole Homeland, a lush, thriving tropical jungle location curiously located at the South Pole of the original Divine Blueprint of Mother Earth, preserved and living in perfect harmony outside from any time continuum. Just as special and nice, Amrita’s Underworld is the existential Garden of Eden, and as such, is provided with a most mystical, totally rejuvenating pond that functions as the Fountain of Youth for the Hankerhawks in my story. The Stargate to the Immortal Earth’s South Pole Homeland is located at the bottom of this magical rejuvenating pond. Once there, Al Rodnam artificially inseminates Magdalena, still under the mystic’s hypnotic trance, with his sakred sperm he had been incubating inside a jar placed within a Sirian Space Krystal (ask me more about this) placed inside his favorite tree that was beside a proverbially  gently-flowing stream. The trio return to Bry Dellows via the Inner Earth Underworld, Magdalena never coming to find out what was done to her. She thereby begins the most arduous task of reviving humanity, beginning with successfully mating with her newborn child — who was destined to be male — once he began puberty, and going from there.

 

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Eventually the idea (as was demanded by Solaria, on most High) was for Mother Magdalena to procreate as much as she could for a few generations and make the females Loombugs, teaching them all about Bloodpig Feeding and Sakrifice Rituals along with despicable applications of precisely placed Runes. The Loombugs would always by nature and for all intents and purposes be as hideous as could be and gravely mentally retarded. Very rarely though, this would not be the case, as a few particularly beautiful and high-functioning sisters would occasionally birth into the tribes, their chemical makeup (see Genetic Traits) designating these few special sisters as Chosen Ones that would go on to train to become Hankerhawks by engaging in various geomantik customs of celestial salutations among other rites. They would also be allowed into Amrita’s Inner Earth Underworld, their bodies being biologically compatible with magnetic repulsion zones. As for the males, Mother Magdalena is inclined to chop off their penises and testicles at birth and enslave them for Harvest of Space-Grain, which was absolutely essential in feeding the Bry Dellows Bloodpigs (ask me why!). These “Gilded Grunts” would eventually retrieve Space-Grain from the Andromeda Biodome (which was only able to be grown there) and continuously bring it through an artificially forged wormhole portal to the pig-pens of all the Hankerhawk tribes to feed all the Bloodpigs, which was the only thing they would and could eat! (Ask me why it is essential for Bloodpigs to exist in my world.) Once enough Gilded Grunts were born and instructed of their tasks, any males that were born into the tribes thereafter were ritualistically slaughtered and/or drowned in the extra-salty Ocean. Eventually, males stopped being born into the tribes altogether.

From the Immortal Earth’s South Pole Homeland, Al Rodnam also retrieves some lush living branches of the tree his mystical jar o’ sperm was hidden inside (none such thing could be found upon a recently post-apocalyptic Fucked-Earth). Back upon Bry Dellows, the old mystic would spend months whittling away at them, inscribing various Rune engravings onto the side of what would turn out to be Four Sticks he eventually mystically fashions into the Staff of Lachrylon. Which is an apropos lead into your next question…

*Many terms and concepts I use in this wild story are influenced from Jungian, and in some cases, Freudian Psychology. Study of various modern-day okkult koncepts such as Keylontic or Kosmic Science in tandem with the modern-day cutting-edge discoveries in quantum mechanics have also greatly influenced this story. Ideas have also been taken from my studies of human applications of Psi Phenomena, mysticism and shamanism, dreams and sleep disorders, various myths and religions, and my own creative imagination among other things! -MIKE

 

**By Life-forces here, I mean specifically the super-powerful, most nurturing applicable divine forces of KI or PRANA.

 

 

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4.  Is there a system of magic? If so, please tell us about it.  Or tell us about the technology of your world.

  • Staff of LachrylonReacts specifically to the geological coordinates of Fucked-Earth where the Pond of the Aqueous Transmission frequently spawns (Mandorla/Al Rodnam Phenomenon & Komplex).
  • Al Rodnam’s plasma-preserved Mystikal Sperm & its Application Into the Mother.
  • Golden Dress of Solaria worn in my tale by tribal demi-goddess Mother Magdalena — Reacts to the Octahedral Iron Crystal Core at the center of the Earth.
  • Azure Jasper Stone Amulet of Solaria also worn in my tale by tribal demi-goddess Mother Magdalena. — Reacts specifically to the geological coordinates of Fucked-Earth where the Pond of the Aqueous Transmission frequently spawns (Mandorla/Al Rodnam Phenomenon & Komplex).
  • Korrupted Runosophy practiced with Stone Runes (instead of Wood Runes) in Bry Dellows and in all the tribes of the deformed, devolved tribal women, none of which kept in contact, but were all originated from Bry Dellows. In daily Ritual, the specific Rune symbols used by The Hankerhawks and Loombugs, their placement, and whether they had been carved on Wood or Stone would each determine completely different, yet very powerful results in their immediate day-to-day lifetimes. These powerful praktices used here with Stone would invoke dangerous spirits of false protection for the all-female tribes upon an Earth planet with its given orientation as it is in this story, given to them by Solaria. But practiced another way originally showed to the Mother by Al Rodnam during the Founding of Bry Dellows, channeling Lachrylonic Pulses with Wood Runes instead, the tribes would be alternatively guided by the power of Lachrylon instead of Solaria. This was never done in Bry Dellows, however, the Mother determined to follow the commands of Solaria (for more on the elemental forces of Lachrylon and Solaria, ask me!).
  • — The Last Godhead Al Rodnam is a mystik, and thus practices all of the customs of the tribal shaman (powerful applications of Geomancy/Earth Magick and Astral Projection & Travel). A shape-shifter, the Last Godhed on Fucked-Earth can also morph at will into an over-sized blue and blubbery dolphin.

 

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5.  What are the people who inhabit your world like? Are they based on real-world cultures? What systems of government are in place?

 

Tantrik Sex, at first, among Hankerhawks of Bry Dellows, with the first Grunts before they are Gilded (to initiate and spawn gender population control).

— Indoctrination into a flawed, mystically corrupted and misguided practice of Runosophy with Stone Runes among all sister Loombugs by their Hankerhawk elders.

Auto-suggestion and Brainwash to the Loombugs and Gilded Grunts by the Hankerhawks.

— Also, Intimidation and Lies from them.

— Loombugs to perform Bloodpig Sakrifice Rituals during certain Phases of the Moon (you can ask me more about this ever-so-curious, deranged topic if you so dare! Hah!).

 

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6.  Are there any magical creatures? If so, please tell us about them. What about non-human characters: i.e., robots, sentient animals, androids, AI, alien races, etc?

Great question! Each creature in my tale is quite magical in their own way as they relate to my world and each other. It’s actually somewhat complicated but I’ve found a way to show simply the magical correlations of my characters and groups with each other and their world:

 

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*Metatron’s Cube: We know Metatron’s Cube as the 3rd & 4th dimensional star tetrahedron Merkaba starlight vehikle consisting of an encased inner space able to be fit virtually any and/or every possible 3rd dimensional polygonal shape having compatible 4th dimensional electronic tendencies, and hold its form intact through particle conversion. In The Aqueous Transmission, Mother Magdalena comes to conjoin with 12 of her fellow High sister Hankerhawks to form a Metatronic Kube hyperspace vehicle suitable for intergalactic and interstellar travel. This orb-cube conjunction also has an alternative guise: a small silvery egg-like space-pod.

 

**Noble Nammu of Europa: Cute lil’ Nammu is a miniature dolphin with the purest of Heart hailing from one of Jupiter’s Moons, Europa, (yes, my wacky multiverse includes a Milky Way galaxy somewhat similar to ours) and is the messenger in this story, to warn Al Rodnam that 13 of the Bry Dellows Hankerhawks including Mother Magdalena are about to have the momentous Andromeda Biodome Truth Revelation (ask me). The Last Godhed can See most things (his Spirit is a seasoned 8th dimensional avatar consisting of 24 activated strands of DNA) but while in his Immortal Earth’s South Pole Homeland, where he must sometimes remain, he is alas consequently unable to be Aware of the most-prominent Bry Dellows Hankerhawks coming to form the Metatron’s Cube once they were able to, because Metatronic forces use an energy undetectable to realms outside of any time continuum. The Andromeda Biodome Truth Revelation is the trigger that brings the Mother and her 12 closest to the waiting Fletcher Munsin, Shadow of the Last Godhed, prophetically to be henceforth snatched up for the Sacred Seduction.

 

 

7.  Is there anything special, precious, or unique about your world’s geography or its place in the universe?

Yes! This is discussed in detail in #2.

8.  What are the two most interesting facts or features of your world?

You tell me!! 😉

9. How does the landscape or geography of your world affect the plot or theme of the story?

The geography as well as the civilizations of my world (or the Setting, rather, for the duration of a great deal of my story, and the concept for an important aspect of my world) have immense, extraordinary, direct affiliation with the very fundamental allegorical, archetypal, and arcane-inspired constructs within its essence, continuously supplying my world with power to keep it spinning while at the same time receiving power itself just by Being what, and also specifically WHERE, it is. This is discussed in detail in #2 & #6.

10.  Is there a religious system in place?  If so, please describe the basic tenants of its tenants and how they impact the characters or story.

Please See #5.

11.  What is one last thing you would like readers to know all about your world?

That it’s real.

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The Aqueous Transmission by Mike Eye (Book Review #97) – Review Tales – A Personal & Sincere Review On Books Read

 

Here is my first Book Review, written on February 10th, 2017! New Review to Cum in March! 😃

 

http://jeyranmain.com/2017/02/the-aqueous-transmission-by-mike-eye/