Twelve Years ago, 10,000 Days was released. It’s been almost half as long.

…since then, we have had just as, if not more-so, epic albums released from the bands who have been filling the all-defeating void left in TOOL‘s absence, in a Universe where Us Tools are continuously “fooled” year-after-year that TOOL will actually be releasing its new record, and then “let down” that they obviously weren’t for “some reason” for so many years now that it’s become far beyond a bad joke for us dumb-dumbs to endure. I’m talking about bands who have released mind-crunching, heavy, epic, innovative records the new TOOL album will now be stood against. Epic albums released since TOOL‘s last album dropped from the likes of ISIS, Mastodon, The Mars Volta, and Animals As Leaders. Will TOOL‘s “new record” stand up to some of the shit we’ve heard from those guys in the last 12 years?? Is there even a new TOOL record at all. (Notice, that wasn’t a question.)

But what’s really gut-wrenchingly exciting is that we know the members of TOOL & Evil Joe B. have had precisely 12 years to work on their new album. Think about it. Do you really think these guys JUST started writing their new album now??! They’ve been writing it for twelve years, you fucks. Yes, they’ve had shit-loads of Distraction. But 12 is the magic number, and “supposedly” TOOL‘s new album is actually set to come out this year (2018). Is it really true this time? Dare Eye I even ask?!

I know my readers have an opinion on this, and I challenge You All to Speak it! And, we all know A Perfect Circle & Puscifer are really sick bands as well, but PLEASE leave them out of TOOL discussions. Thank You. MIKE EYE














Sirian Crystal Genetic Enhancement (For the Betterment of Humanity)




Chapter 6

The fragment of residual intrusive energy that Al Rodnam, Mother Magdalena, and Amrita had all inadvertently brought to the Inner Earth Underworld when they originally entered it together from the portal at the Hollows Above had been perfusing through the Air there for the past several days now, ever-so-slowly making its way from where they had entered, to One of Twelve of the secret Stargate bunkers hidden in its dense, thriving jungles. It floated naturally into the One where Fletcher Munsin lay in a coma inside the strange metallic machine within.

Upon its entrance into the space inside, Fletcher Munsin received a slight, staticky jolt of mental arousal. And then a few more. His eyelids threw open.


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That night, the only three entities alive atop Surface-Earth gathered around a fierce fire that Al Rodnam had been tending to since before dusk. The Moon was bone-white and full overhead now, no longer exuding the blood color that had stayed with it for so long. The mystic had summoned the other two earlier in the day, of which was again bright with Sunlight, and told them that he would reveal to them his plans for restarting humanity when they were to meet that evening at the council ring he had fashioned together in the center of the Hollow with charred logs that hadn’t yet disintegrated.

Lina and Rita had just pulled up to the location, had halted, and were now both staring wide-eyed at Al Rodnam, silently awaiting his Wyrds.


“I know what you wish to ask of me, Mother, and I can tell you: No. It was not I who had anything to do with the disappearance of your precious necklace. Although I may know about someone who did.”

Already Amrita was starting to subtley change colors as the mystic shot her a glance, her scales now ever-so-slowly becoming embossed with a glowing deep-red phosphorescence the likes of burning blood and amber. Lina pretended to be confused, her consciousness blocking out the quickening truth.

The old man looked up into Magdalena’s gaze. “But I suspect it ultimately absorbed off your neck itself into the ether, off to summon the Sun, that we were Once again ready for.”

Lina was flabbergasted. “I wasn’t necessarily ‘ready for the Sun,’ as you say. This is not my doing! I didn’t ask it to rise up at all!”

“Did you?” the old man asked quizzically, knocking his head to the side, his hand gesturing a studious stroke of his long, grey beard.

“I hate you!” The Mother was sincere.

“I know,” stated the old man simply with a steady, silent gaze into Magdalena. The Mother was not yet wise to the psychedelic color-changing of Snake-Rita.

“So tell me what the Hell we’re gonna do out here, old man!” Lina asked suddenly, impatience gripping her spine. Amrita remained silent, as she always did around Al Rodnam. As if she could make any noise anyhow.

The mystic paused momentarily before picking up a dirty stick of sorts that was on the ground nearby and started to scribble into the ashy dirt of the scorched Urth some drawing. As he sketched, he brought up the fact that Lina was now pregnant with a child fertilized by the sibylline Solaria Seed he had managed to procure and insert into her.

“Which I totally asked for, right?” stated Lina with coy sarcasm.




“You may not remember the orders given you by Solaria, Mother, but you were meant to begin physically procreating to the utmost in an attempt to rectify the new human condition! Besides, I know how wretched the idea of us having intercourse is to you.”

The snake cut in. “And how do you know about any divine orders given to Magdalena?” asked Amrita of the old man in an unencrypted telepathic thought projection.

The old man shot Rita a cold stare. “How do you?!” he asked aloud. The snake was still subtely changing into a deeper and deeper blood-red color. He again looked at the Mother. “Okay. Now, Lina,” he stated calmly, “I wish to know. What was it you said you first remembered some months ago after waking from that deep, dark sleep you said you couldn’t explain? Just before the perilous journey you and your friend here took to find me?” He went on etching into ash on the ground with his stick a drawing that Lina could not yet recognize.


“Well, I remember I was lucky for one, for still having Amrita with me. First thing I remember doing was finding her in my knapsack,” said Lina. “She was still a cat robot then.”

“Was it really luck though, Lina?” asked Al Rodnam.

The tall, dazzling Magdalena looked over at a silent Rita who lay still in mocked innocence. Lina started to notice the reddish hue Rita was now giving off. “Definitely,” she exclaimed, nodding her head at Al Rodnam. “But poor Rita here can’t remember anything before you turned her into a snake!” she uttered unnervingly with harsh resentment. She again turned to Rita and was about to say something, but Al Rodnam quickly interjected.

“That’s for the better,” stated the old man, before quickly adding “but you, you do remember, don’t you Lina, what happens next in your story?” He continued with his sketch in the ash.

“Rita found what I eventually recognized to be the Sceptre and Amulet of Solaria,” said the Mother, “whoever or whatever Solaria is. As well as this sanctified dress,” she said, inflecting her glowing golden garb that shimmered with High brilliance about her.

Ahh, yes, that’s where you first found your beloved stone amulet, my dear, is that correct?” offered the mystic. He cocked his head to the side. “Do you remember what happened when you first put it around your neck?” he asked.

The Mother did. It had seemed to melt away in her hands as she bent to put it around her neck, and then as she touched her neck, she had realized in astonishment that she was somehow already wearing that same amulet. Did it appear suddenly? Had it been on all this time? She didn’t know. And then it hit her.



“Yes, I imagine my necklace just evaporated off my neck and allowed for the Sun to return somehow. But how did you know… Rita, you’re turning red!” exclaimed Lina in earnest. The snake inferred nothing. Lina turned to the mystic, confused.

“The return of the Sun has allowed for the Moon to be untethered to it, the Moon no longer enraptured in its sway. The Moon has lost its deep-red color, and is starting to wane and wax again on its own, the loss of the blood-red hue seeming to somehow be strangely compensated by the transformation of the color tone of your little scaly pet here,” said the old man, pointing at Amrita, who lay still.

Magdalena was able to put her fascination with Amrita’s color change on hold because she was very curious about what Al Rodnam was going to say about what the hell they were gonna do next. She shot him a menacing glance. “Now I wish to know what the hell you would have us do to jumpstart this new generation of cosmic people we’re set to bring forth on this fully Scorched Earth! Let’s here your plan, old man!”

“So be it,” he replied and came right out with it. “What needs to happen first, as distasteful as it may seem to you, is you must somehow eventually obtain a sizeable sample of your son’s semen, so that we can then ultimately place it in this,” he said, holding up a glittering Sirian Space Crystal that strobed out a sparkle so lucent the Mother thought she may succumb to seizure if she looked directly at it for too long.

“My son??” snapped the Mother in scorn.

“Yes, your son, once he is born” stated Al Rodnam, inferring his focus on Magdalena’s pregnant tummy. He slipped something from beneath his robes and handed it to Lina. It was a glass vial. “Take this,” he said, “and use it to collect your sample.”




Magdalena started to become seriously frightened of the near-future prospects the fates had in store for her and her company and remained still as she mulled it over. The picture Al Rodnam was sketching was getting elaborate.

The mystic let her think about it for a few minutes as he sketched, then went on. “Once we place the sample in the Space Crystal, we let it be for several months. Then we’ll insert the finished product into you again. And the process shall repeat. You will continue to give birth until other females you birth are old enough to reproduce with other males you birth. This type of gender-spawning, through the sacred crystal, will eventually produce us a genetically-enhanced, divinely inspired being of whom you will call a Hankerhawk. Spawn Twelve Hankerhawks and you will then know what you must do with them next to continue the cycle.” Lina stared on at Al Rodnam in a daze as he Spoke, mostly numb.

He went on. “Another being you will eventually birth will be the sanctified savior who will take you and your tribe to the next level, a higher place,” he stated, “and you will know it is him because he will look like this.” The old man was now finished with his drawing on the ground and pointed it out to Lina. It was a detailed sketch of a face, and when Al Rodnam pointed at it again, fairy dust fell from his fingers, bringing the face to life with incredible detail and color. Lina gasped.

She didn’t yet know it, but it was the face of Fletcher Munsin. -MIKE EYE





The Amethyst Amulet of Solaria


Chapter 5

There remained a dark crimson-flushed shadowy blackness all throughout the Hollow and its shaken Planet during the deadest hour of midnight now just as it would at Noontime, day after day, for the past several days, but Magdalena and Al Rodnam didn’t seem to notice. There were now imminently far harsher and more demanding issues for the two to tackle, dark-day after dark-day, both contemplating obsessively about it, so their ordeal of being suddenly devoid of Sunshine for multiple days in a row was never discussed between them. Not for either of them finding themselves bereft of the desire to live again in alternating cycles of bright days and dark nights, they both were just braced with having the even darker imminent burdens of maintaining their sanities as they sought to somehow live together despite their harsh differences while at the same time attempting to begin acting on the senses of urgency they innately felt to start biologically reproducing as soon as possible. Besides, neither of them appeared to miss the Sun very much, or at least they hadn’t seemed to since it ceased to rise after the moment the three strange characters all together passed through the portal to Inner Earth at the edge of the Hollow.

Much stayed the same for several weeks after that. The length of each day had been previously extended several additional hours ever since Mandorla’s Deliverance had first smeared its blood-hued sequela into the foreboding post-apocalyptic atmosphere several weeks earlier. Mother and mystic remained separated from each other during these dark days as they attempted to sort out their thoughts and determine ways they might trust each other. As they both suspected, that would never happen. Lina and Rita would think that Al Rodnam would never figure out how to gain access to Rita’s Inner Earth, and Al Rodnam would think that Lina and Rita would never figure him out that he already had. In this scenario, Lina and Rita would be mistaken about their summations; Al Rodnam would not be. At least, not at first.


The Sign was given to Al Rodnam on an Eve seemingly no different than any other. The weathered old man was on the nearby Shore when he Intuited the summons while gazing mindfully at the salty, bubbly goop of the shoreline that had a slow, far-too-unenthusiastic ribbon-thin wave-current moving beneath his feet. As he Knew it Would, the Signal hadn’t Come from the Blood-tainted Moon of Mandorla, but from the very small Ocean of where he now stood. He sarcastically chuckled to himself in disdain at this initiating of the Transmission and turned his back to the Ocean at Once to step to where Magdalena and Amrita were deep in telepathic conversation on the Northwest side of this sunken area of Surface-Earth they now claimed as their Home. The enhanced method of telepathy that the two talking were using would not’ve been able to be detected by an ordinary shaman, but old Al Rodnam was surely no ordinary shaman.

In a matter of just seconds the shape-shifter shot like a sceptre through the ether, creeping up cloaked from Sight to the very area Magdalena and Amrita lay still not a dozen yards from one another, obviously Sleeping. Al Rodnam, with his High sensitivities, felt almost assaulted by the deep-sleep Delta waves radiating from Magdalena’s Head so much, it seemed to him as though her eyeballs would pop out at any moment from their REM. He couldn’t tell if Amrita was asleep but she lay still a ways off, coiled into herself like an Ouroboros.

The mystic moved right up to the dreaming Magdalena not wasting any time, moving fast now as he cunningly detached and snatched up the Stone Amulet of Solaria the woman was wearing around her sleek neck, not failing to notice it had alchemically transmuted somehow from jasper into an amethyst rock. It glowed brightly and felt warm in Al Rodnam’s hand as he speedily shot out of their basecamp making haste to the far South end of the Hollow. So quickly the old man carried out his endeavors he failed to notice Amrita throw him a shutter-flash, ice-cold glance faster than a nanosecond as he hastily high-tailed it to where he kept a basecamp of his own: a modest Stone Circle and slight mound of lifted Earth in a small clearing deep within a thick, twisting petrified jungle of trees turned to ash, a big clusterfuck of baleful black sticks stuck up and obstructing flat land, packed up tightly together like toothpicks, all dead having fallen asunder from the cinders they had not seen themselves becoming during the super slump of sacred Fletcher Munsin semen that had recently decimated the entire Female Planet at Once, having landed directly on the other side of the globe from where they now settled. In the small clearing inside the black petrified forest, Al Rodnam had made his Home now, not yet revealing to his Mother the location.


He moved to the mound and marked a lotus posture as he began contemplating to himself, keeping still, eyes closed. The old man mindfully conjured up his magical bottomless drinking gourd and preceded to pour divine libations over his newly acquired treasure. He picked it up, holding close the warm, humming, Blood-Moon-tinged ember of ambers in his double hand-grasped clasp. After some time, the mystic placed the pulsing Amulet in his mouth and mindfully swallowed. He would remain here in this position until Dawn the following morning.


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amethyst4At Dawn the following morning, a super-bright Sunbeam shot itself out of the Sky, swiftly lifting the lids of Magdalena’s eyes so suddenly, she was instantly thrown into pure astonishment. As a result, she was literally shocked awake. She involuntarily sprang up from the ground like a pouncing panther without the planned attack. Sprinting as fast as she could, her pet snake slithering after her, Lina was not yet a half-mile outside her basecamp when Al Rodnam intercepted her.

“Sun!” she emphatically declared, wide-eyed at the Godhed.

“Yes! I was on my way to tell you. The return of the Sun must be the almighty seraphic indicator!”

“Indicator of what?” asked the Mother.

“That we have marked our posture well, Lina. We settled in the right location.”

“In this flat ugly Hollow here? How did you know, old man?” She was now more certain that he knew about the hidden telaporter pad to the Underworld in the brush nearby.

“I could feel it singing to me, a dark lull of a sad song. With a lure most insatiable, child. All emanating from this place,” the old man gestured around him. Magdalena was then abruptly taken aback as she noticed the old man freely shedding his eyes out with Holy Tears, his Head bent down into his hand for support. She wanted to say something, but she kept quiet.

She was already walking away, the snake slithering at her feet on the Dirt below. “Let’s hope the Sun sticks around this time,” she said in parting, even though she didn’t mean it. The old man did not reply, keeping his back to the Mother as he, too, began slowly walking away with a sly grin, his hand rubbing his tummy. Al Rodnam was satisfied that the as-yet still mega-naïve, all-powerful Mother Magdalena, would for the time being, have no idea that he had eaten her magical Amulet, and knew how to divinely digest it to serve his precious purpose. Precisely three hours and thirty-three minutes after Al Rodnam swallowed the sacred talisman on the night previous, the Sun had Come up. He felt relieved. He could proceed with the rollright ritual. And he had a plan of what he would tell Magdalena after she realized her precious necklace was missing. -MIKE EYE