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

DARK ESOTERIKA

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

FROM MIKE EYE’S THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION, A NOVEL

DARKESOTERIKA.COM ENTRY #12

[chapter NINETEEN]______________________________________

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…

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

DARK ESOTERIKA

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.

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LINA SWIFTLY SHOT HER GAZE OVER AT THE MAN AT THIS STRANGE remark. Scratching her Head with confusion, she was hastily put at ease by her pet before the woman could freak the fuck out.

“Here — Lina. Watch this, I caught everything that just happened to you all on video! … Now, let me just rewind to the beginning… okay, here, hun. Watch this recording.”

Lina peered into an opening of Amrita’s belly area that now displayed a small screen depicting colorful recorded digital media in playback, with small stereo speakers on either side. In the video, Lina watched herself taken aback by the hands slowly emerging from the pond.

“Yea, I remember this,” said the Mother.

Amrita…

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☆ 37. Al Rodnam Prepares For His Ultimate Challenge

Al Rodnam Prepares for his Ultimate Challenge

 

 

EPISODE IX. / Chapter 37

of MIKE EYE’S The Aqueous Transmission

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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 prophetically read the vulgar, hallowed Words inscribed upon the surface of Fletcher Munsin’s extracted, gory pancreas, having just received a most revelatory, most obscure epiphany during a strange dream had by her just prior, as she lay sleeping on her bed in her little bedroom at the back of her silver space-pod, the craft all but lost in an oblivious hyperspace magnetic repulsion zone, navigating on a replay, auto-piloting itself to a spiral algorithm factored from patterns of the Golden Mean Rectangle.

Al Rodnam Knew he had to act as quickly as possible, very soon. He braced himself. His thoughts raced as some of his concentration through and beside the Eyes of his Shadow parted from the Sacred Seduction. The mystic knew that he was obliged to now quickly undertake a most essential charge from Lachrylon in order to keep Mother Magdalena Alive and at a great distance from the dangerous Earth during the imminent, full-on widespread obliteration of all things existing upon the surface of the condemned planet, the ferocious displacement and scarring erosion of huge portions of its landmasses to instantly overthrow all traces of life thereon.

Momentarily parting some of his projected personification from Fletcher Munsin, the mystic then cast a portion of his countenance Inside the Mind of One of the Gilded Grunts at the other end of the biodome who was in the process of reaping a crop of the revered Space-Grain needed for the corrupted survival of the Bry Dellows Bloodpigs. Inside the Gilded Grunt’s mind, the guru announced to him three things: who it was that was initiating contact, disclosure of the small favor he wanted him to carry out, and just how important it would be for everyone and everything, everywhere that the Grunt accomplish what was instructed of him. Now. And fast.

With a sharp sense of urgency, the Last Godhed implored upon the Chosen Gilded Grunt to stealthily sneak into the Mother’s silvery space-pod while the most momentous sanctified act was still being committed, tip-toe past the silvery Hankerhawks within to the ship’s control panel with the visual aid of a lil’ Lachrylonic subtleties, and slyly proceed to quickly gain access to the ship’s navigation controls, quickly inputting a renewed course of travel for the little space ship to then follow when it was to be started up again, sneakily replacing what the Mother had already programmed into the ship’s computer as the impending place for the Hawks to go — Earth — with an updated new destination, set to next fly the High Sisters, instead, to this certain, specific planet within the certain, specific galaxy given to the Grunt by Al Rodnam.

The old man felt assured that this little covert, crucial act to be carried out by the little Gilded Grunt would keep the Mother far, far away from an Earth that was about to be destroyed. Now all that was left for the mystic to relie upon was hope. A hope that by the time the Mother and her Twelve closest had reached their faraway cleverly altered destination, he will have safely reached the mystical pond upon Fucked-Earth where the Aqueous Transmission had taken place. Because he knew that Once Mother Magdalena realized that she had been tricked and that someone or something had changed the programmed destination of her ship, it would be then that the Mother would undergo a personal time-continuum shift, sparked to an Awakening in her pod from her dark and disturbing dream of Mandorla’s impossible bright Moon-less, Red-less atmosphere, the sick and psychedelic rapid bodily transmutations of her Loombug sisters, and their subsequent strange and intimate manner of bestowing upon the Mother the Key to her survival. And the key to the survival of all the Mother’s plenteous, pitiful sisters.

The old man knew that if he was unable to reach the mystical pond of the Aqueous Transmission by the time the Mother and her High Hawks had entered the atmosphere of their altered destination, the pond will have completely dried up, having vanished into thin air, preventing his access through and into it, a passage of which was absolutely necessary for the Last Godhed to Enter Into.

He Knew, too, that if he could not make it to the mystical pond in time, he would be hopelessly trapped on Fucked-Earth and tragically perish in the necessary, fast approaching nuclear blast and meltdown of the entire planet. Magdalena would never reawaken from her Nightmare. The New Age of Aquarius would never come to pass. And Mother Magdalena would disastrously miscarry, the Aqueous Transmission never able to occur.

Everything and everyone would disappear forever with no trace of anyone or anything ever having existed.

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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.

A Hawk noticed the dark swirl upon the freshly germinated grounds of the dome and spoke up in pointed exclamation.

Al Rodnam immediately initiated personal, physical evacuation of his most beloved South Pole Homeland.

The old man had a plan.

He was hoping to leave this place via the gentle pond beside where he had been mindfully holding the form of his Shadow, to go pass through into the luscious, thriving Inner Earth realm of Amrita’s Underworld. Next, he would hastily break for the nearby portal that would then deliver him to the surface of the hastily decaying, disastrous mayhem of Fucked-Earth. He would do so — in Live, full effect — before the Mother and her Hawks departed from the Andromeda Biodome. He would have to.

But wait! Just before making an ungraceful nose-dive into that calm pond beside his still spot of Personal Contemplation — which was also the very pond Nammu of Europa had originally emerged into, and from where the little dolphin still slowly swam about peacefully — Al Rodnam was sure not to forget his magical Staff of Lachrylon that was Mindfully inscribed with Synchronously-arranged Rune carvings. These carvings had Once been scrawled with the most excellent workmanship by the old man himself upon the perpetually gleaming surface of the smooth hickory-wood. The old man had ultimately fashioned the Staff of Lachrylon by magically conjoining the First Four Rune Sticks that had been his nom de plume since his very founding of Bry Dellows with the Mother and her pet. Al Rodnam had used the Staff mostly for physical support along epic treks he would from time-to-time make over the Ruins of Fucked-Earth. But sometimes he would use the Staff for other things — other things more mystical Shall it be Told.

See, the Last Godhed Knew that Once he made it to the surface of Fucked-Earth, the Staff of Lachrylon would help guide him to the elusive pond of the Aqueous Transmission, just as the stone amulet of Solaria had help guide Mother Magdalena to the very same place. It was through this pond he must pass. Lachrylon had told him that it would be so. -MIKE EYE

☆ 28. Double-Fisted Tricks from the Mystik Depicted with Sadistik Bitch Fits 👽

Double-Fisted Tricks from the Mystik Depicted with Sadistik Bitch Fits 👽

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[Story Snippet 17 for DARKESOTERIKA.KOM]

 

 

>>>>Episode V.

From MIKE EYE‘S The Aqueous Transmission, a novel.

Chapter 28.<<<<

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PRECISELY SIXTEEN OF THESE LONGER DAYS LATER — AN AMOUNT OF time effectually perceived by only the old guru — the all-powerful Mother Magdalena, Amrita the cat-bot, and the enchanted Al Rodnam had come upon a salty shore. They had stopped to rest here and there all along the way, sleeping upon junky sand-like dunes or the softest patches of dirt they could find, which weren’t very soft at all. Magdalena was starting to get used to crashing on hard surfaces; Al Rodnam was quite accustomed to it. He hardly even noticed. Amrita would stop to curl up next to Magdalena during these times and enter sleep-mode, its electric power-core set to magnetically charge through the shifted mantles of Gaia’s inner crust, receiving fuel from the Earth planet’s Iron Crystal Core, just as the Mother’s Holy Scepter did. Lina’s golden dress kept her from dying off due to lack of sustenance, and Al Rodnam had been long accustomed to incredibly prolonged periods of fasting. When the humans needed to drink, Al Rodnam made Water materialize out of thin air into a magical gourd he kept on him at all times.

The trio halted now at the edge of the salty shore.Expanding his view through the hairy Head-wrap, out and over the span of distant waters as far as all his Eyes could see, the old man spoke up for the first time in days. “This is the ocean,” uttered the man deeply, quietly.

“I can see that,” said the Mother.

“Quite apparent,” agreed the android.

The man continued. “It is a body of Water filling up a much, much smaller surface area than it did before the sacred detonation.”

There was a pause.

“It is the only One that endures,” he muttered with a distant sense of uncertainty.

“What— you mean that there’s only one ocean on the planet now?” asked Lina.

Al Rodnam slowly turned his wrapped, bearded face toward the inquiring Mother, his robe and end-pieces of his long, tied hair ruffling in the sea breeze.

He gave a slight nod.

“Dear Mother,” he said patiently, considerately, “the world is now over ninety percent land. How you deal with this fact will determine how much hydration our new family will require. Our bodies are drying up, my Mother.”

Magdalena shot a shocked face toward the old man, unsure of what to say, hurt inside.

“Speaking of which…” the man added, “I must replenish.”

And with that, Al Rodnam morphed into a giant blue, blubbery dolphin and hovered slightly in mid-air momentarily, Mandorla’s umbilical necklace still hanging around his shiny neck. And, instead of swimming away into the ocean, Al Rodnam then swam straight up and away through the sky toward outerspace, flapping his fin gingerly as if the Air were Water.

Lina and Rita looked on at the figure speedily swimming up into the heavens, the woman with a sense of astonishment, the android with a manner of misunderstanding, and, within a few seconds, the dolphin-shaped old man from Sirius B transmuted into a twinkling star-bright photon sphere, drifted a ways through the cosmos, and with One enormous flash across the sky, blasted at light-speed into deep-space.

Before fully processing what had just occurred, Amrita figured this a pertinent juncture to fill the Mother in on what it determined she needed to know.

It spoke frantically. “Lina, I have been programmed to tell you that this old man is trouble for sure!” it said. “I think he has something to do with the apocalypse and all this disaster among us! He knows Fletcher Munsin!! … And, truth be told, you actually did hear what he said when he came out of that mysterious pond! You weren’t aware of it at the time, dear, but I had the whole incident recorded digitally into my hard drive. And I played it back for you! He put you into a trance again to make you forget what I showed you!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down Rita! What the Hell are you talking about?” The Mother had her Eyes squinted, shifting her head slightly to and fro. “Fletcher Munsin? He knows Fletcher Munsin?”

“I think he knows a lot of things, Lina.”

The Mother was so confused. “Okay, all I remember from back when I gave birth to Mandorla was that she didn’t make it, she was a stillborn, so I released her into that pond. It was an act of intuition. I’m still Heartbroken over all this, so don’t give me a hard time!!”

There was a pause.

Then Magdalena started to choke up slightly before she went on to say: “Next thing I knew, that old man just showed up outta nowhere and claimed he knew where there was civilization. So we followed, and the rest is history.” She was sniffling.

“No! Lina, you are mistaken! He put a spell on you!! Mandorla did make it! She transformed somehow into the old man with what Lachrylon called the Aqueous Transmission!! And what the old man actually did tell you was that you two were the only human beings left on Fucked-Earth! And that you must procreate with One another to resurrect humanity! You don’t remember any of that?”

The Mother stared at her pet in disbelief and frustration. “Rita, are you sure you’re not malfunctioning?!”

But before Amrita could reply, Al Rodnam suddenly appeared back next to the two figures in human form without warning and proceeded to snatch up the little robot, somehow unscrewing the bolts at the robot’s throat-piece and tail-piece concurrently, busting the machine open.

Al Rodnam swiftly reached inside the cold metallic canister and ripped out Amrita’s power-core, and the android abruptly shutdown. With the power-core in his right hand and the android in the other, he wound up his left hand and launched Amrita’s ‘body’ into the cold, extra-salty shores of this now Fucked-Earth. Lina had been uneasy, and now she broke.

“What the Hell are you doing??! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”

The woman lunged at the short old man, bringing him to the ground fast. She wrapped two grips around the old man’s throat and proceeded to wring his neck. The man just lay there taking it, appearing neither bothered nor harmed.

“What the FUCK?!” shouted the Mother repeatedly in rage, slamming the man’s Head into the rough, dusty land again and again and again and again and again and again.

But before the Mother could do major damage, the old man suddenly vanished and Lina found herself clenching nothing.

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IT WASN’T ‘TIL LATER THAT NIGHT THAT AL RODNAM RETURNED TO the eminent countenance of Mother Magdalena, who, at the time, was nuzzled scratchy and sore over a dusted mound of choppy inorganic dune grains and caught amongst radioactive residue wafting wearily through sandy dust storm gusts rushing around her lifeless body.

The woman was woken up instantly, shaken abruptly by shrill tone and sharp flash. For a few seconds, as Lina lifted her Head and glanced nearby to where much of the light had projected itself, the high-pitched tone was increasing in resonance and decibels, and Lina saw holographic images of Al Rodnam in large dolphin form quickly flicker into and out of the light in scalar static patterns of Wicked cadence coalescing. The light was getting brighter and had a long, perfectly straight vibrant trail disappearing up into the sky toward the brightest star in it.

A few more seconds later, just before Magdalena thought her eardrums and Eyeballs were going to pop out, the intense sound and light instantly shut out and there stood Al Rodnam, who had mostly transformed into human form, now appearing semi-etheric and glowing vividly around the edges.

The old man remained in shadow, concealed within his dark robes, and veiled beneath his hairy head-wrap and long scraggly beard. A slight smile was spread over his face.

The Mother instantly rose to her feet.

“YOU FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER!!” she cried and lunged at the old man but she just fell right through his phantom guise head over heels into the hard ground.

Al Rodnam remained completely unflinched, still wearing that slight smile. His ghostly form became lighter and completely vanished before Lina could scramble to her feet.

She arose in a rage, stumbling about, rearranging her gaze all around to try and locate Al Rodnam.

“Where the fuck did you go you little motherfucker?!!”

After a few brief moments, the man spoke with a deep reverberating echo seeming to come from all directions at Once.

“Dear Mother,” spoke Al Rodnam mysteriously, “Do not be upset with me. I needed to do what had been done. But don’t fret. I will bring back your little friend at Once if you be patient with me. Do not assume so much misery.”

After a short while, Al Rodnam reappeared before Mother Magdalena, still ghostlike and glowing. The Mother glared right at the old man with aggravation, a slight smile once again cracking over the only part of his face she could see. Around his neck still was Mandorla’s umbilical cord and it had somehow become completely clean. His Eyes were beady and bulging on the inner side of his hair-wrap, but the Mother could not see this. He reached out his right hand High, extending an open palm skyward.

The old man remained perfectly still. “This,” he said as a sudden beam of bright light from the heavens at once zapped an object into his outstretched hand, “is Amrita’s power-core.” Magdalena’s Eyes instantly widened. “I’ve been doing a little work on it.”

And without uttering another word, Al Rodnam promptly untied Mandorla’s umbilical cord from around his neck with his left hand, his other hand still outstretched with Amrita’s power-core in it. Then he held out the cord taut as he, amazingly, swiftly struck the power-core directly into it. It made a loud ‘smack’ as a big blue electrical current laced with blinding sparkles of stardust jolted over the newfound fusion phenomenon.

Before Magdalena could say anything, she briskly came to notice that Al Rodnam had somehow magically embedded the power-core into the umbilical cord, and the whole thing was squirming about, shimmering fiercely with bright, white light, having activated somehow, and writhing fro like some rodent. The Mother stared on in amazement as she witnessed the bizarre core-in-cord amalgamation steadily metamorphose into a feisty, quivering, sea-green serpent that abruptly slithered off the man’s hands, down onto the dusty desert ground. Al Rodnam continued to be completely still.

Her mouth having dropped wide open, Lina stood staring at the serpent slithering over the ground, astounded at first but then quickly becoming frightened. She scurried back a few yards.

“There’s nothing to be scared of,” spoke the mystical Al Rodnam. “It’s Amrita.”

Magdalena’s Eyes practically bulged out of her head as the little snake slithered over to her sturdy leather boots. Lina’s legs quivered slightly as she delved into her curiosity, not too frightened, somehow having gained some confidence in Al Rodnam due to this incredible feat he had just exhibited.

The snake wrapped itself around the Mother’s left boot and glared up at her with its little beady Eyes which were now glowing brightly. It hissed, sticking its tiny tongue out with quick quivers. Then it spoke suddenly in the English language.

“Lina!” spoke the serpent slowly in a low, coarse voice that was laced with hissing sounds. “You’re beautiful. I love you.” -MIKE EYE 👽

[KON-TEMP’S FLOWS] – Exhibit A.

I’ve been keepin’ my head up since shit’s been going down

How else do you think I’d be still up kickin’ / pumpin’ these thumpin’ flood sounds

That sicken the meek / this blood’s spilled by a pound

Of shit times that have passed / left to spherically drown

Diffused down and gone / I’m not confused when I hit the bong

‘Cause I am gettin’ elevated / searching for revelations to spawn

Images of this evolutionary inspiration

Fuck this Prozac Nation bleeding its death through TV stations!

I’ve seen hatred & unfairness in many different locations

But I’m still savoring tastes of experience juices with mad patience

I embrace it with elation / melodic invasion chaotic

Keepin’ it erotic with my raw hits comin’ correct with hard shit that I spit

Don’t ever wanna quit / still gettin’ lit / I’m beat

Tryin’ to get myself across to you like the attempt to traverse a busy street

Rehearse with the beat & I’ll get the verse sweet

Immersed in heat / breakin’ the worst off with discreet shit that speaks to you

Through you I express the mess that’s straight-up;

A few pockets of words gathered traveling through the vehicle

That is spherically lyrical / theories that render miracles fearless

Hear this: I come together like opposites that attract one another

Through facts of other motherfuckers undercover / discovering that they’re lovers

So complex & complete / I defeat foes
Who try to step with incomplete flows / I delete those

They’re off like manic depressant antics from a frantic schizophrenic panicking

This is Mind Trip 101,
Unpack your baggage here & enter fear without trying to manage it…

Then play along with this fantasy / don’t ever plan to be

Anything other than pawns on a chessboard

We all live in a stress ward / I confess more with my shit

Spewin’ sicker spits than a depressed whore. -MIKE EYE ⊙

Get Ready for your Mission. No more Excuses. It is Time… Vera Ingaborg | The Wake Up Experience

Forever Unlimited

After a small break, light influx is picking up again.

It has been quite a challenging time ever since the outcome of the US elections. So much is happening at once and we have to deal with so many things simultaneously on an energetic level. The Human Collective has been deeply triggered and pushed into the awakening process.  Fear is surfacing everywhere. The chaos is necessary to destroy old energetic structures of low frequency and to transform them onto a much higher level. Everything that happened had to happen exactly the way it did.

And – you have been prepared for this. All of the pain you went through prepared you to be a leader for those that are waking up now. It is time. In the article “Get Ready for your Mission. No more Excuses. It is Time”, we will take a closer look into what is happening right now…

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The Process (of the H Event)

 

 

The Process is piece by piece with repetition of ill matter

I’m on a mission to fill fatter spots than ducks splatter

Duck & gather your things & run far

‘Cause I’m flippin’ this spit in your eardrum

My repertoire is to come correct with this affection

Alarming like detection / ‘cause I’m startlin’ you

With effects from sessions / & then next,

My words will bust through your head like sex lust

‘Cause you’re bein’ fed with this verbal lead of complex thrusts

Shit’s ill / as I switch up the sick skill,

Flipped / unexpectedly like fate when karma trains slip

Off track & spill / destiny / a wreck successfully in check

Like you’ll be / when it’s your face that I fill

With toxic Kum of Holy Shit

Spillin’ ridiculousness of ill Words of sickness on your tits

I flip & smoke the Tree,

Lettin’ it loose over the façade of God’s Land,

In my own space pod / I command the beat

& enhance the mindset / for you to understand 

The deceit in bittersweet trances of silhouettes

In fact the threat / of cracked regret / of shit lost

Is past / so I can cross / & surpass the laws

That’ve been lettin’ tax upset the bots

Who kicked back / relaxed / & forgot the max cause,

The facts that don’t pause / in bein’ more ever present & clear

Than the voices a paranoid s-s-schizophrenik hears

Enter fear: I am near the horizon that’s blood red

& I’m feelin’ the Rain starting to sprinkle with the wind

I’m parting with sin. -MIKE EYE

The State of the World, Undressed, by MIKE EYE

 

The State of the World, Undressed

By MIKE EYE

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What really is going on upon, within, and just outside of Earth right now??

Okay, let’s get a bit more specific. Let’s Zero-In on the dreaded topic of the well-oiled Machine of US Politricks that is in desperate need of some figurative WD-40. Or not. Let’s talk Ruport Murdock (who’s personal net worth is now supposedly close to 12 BILLION USD). 

I don’t write political articles very much because I honestly don’t see the point. I personally “got over duality” some 20-odd years ago. But, alas, I am still an American Citizen, so if I don’t mention it every so often, some people would consider me apathetic, which would, in all reality, most likely just be a dingy, undesired representation of their misjudgement of me. 

But, let’s seriously ask ourselves, what the fuck just really happened in the past month or so insofar as 1) what was represented as proper etiquette and discourse to be exemplified by the US Media, and 2) what is now represented as proper etiquette and discourse to be exemplified by the US Media. Because something is definitely different now. 

The Man behind the Veil (whoever the fuck he, she, or it actually is, was, or is to be) finally had to make a move and appeal to the overall greater evil alien agenda in order to appease an exponentially widening near-critical-mass-Awareness of those who have been rapidly Awakening. 

This may sound complicated to some, but, seriously, it’s all really very simple. I’ll keep this short and sweet so You Readers and Bloggers can allow yourselves more time to Kontemplate the prospects of implication here than it took you to read this blurb. Just Consider This: Billy Bush (worth 9 Million USD), who I saw on television recently being praised by “his older generation lookalike” the notorious Regis Philbin (worth 150 Million USD) for virtually being set to take his place in life, was immediately fired recently from his new role of the Media (NBC’s Today Show) after being heard on A/V footage making ludicrous “locker-room talk” with buddy Donald Trump (supposedly worth 3.7 BILLION USD), who recently got “elected” President of the US (“LOL”) due to his campaign’s clever and devious applications of inside intel. Meanwhile, and in direct contradiction, Internet Media “journalists” have been reporting that the real inside intel being gathered was by Murdock, and to supposedly take down Trump.

What?!

No. That didn’t just happen, did it?

Yes. It just so very Godamn well did.

I would controversially state here that, if the so-called “Islamik State” didn’t practice mindless and devastating elimination of totally innocent “soft-target” would-be casualties and aimed to take down crooked figure-heads in Korrupt Power instead, it would be a Hell of a lot easier to understand their true motives.

Billy Bush, probably only because his last name is Bush (and the Bush Empire doesn’t publicly support Trump, hah! “J/k!!” “Lol”), was brutally defamed, and seamlessly ejected from the very same Media that most likely helped Trump reach a status of President-elect. And in the very same fashion. But with opposite effects to both Bush and Trump, respectively. Not even to mention, Trump is supposedly worth literally hundreds of millions more than him. And it had just publicly come to be known, right before the fact, that both Trump AND Bush were both supposedly in the very same place, at the very same time, talking about “grabbing women’s pussies” and being able to “Do anything with them” because of their status, wealth, and reputation. To Us, this directly objectively implies careless, deviant Abuse of Power, obviously. And so much so that I’ve heard it insult misogynistic men, believe it or not!! We won’t stand for it!!

These audible words were the originally released “taboo” of such cowardly masculine discourse making disgraceful, revolting references to our supposedly naive beautiful and smart (not to mention magickal) Women. But, since our times have Just Now officially changed due to the hardening Noosphere (please see lawoftime.org) and firm geomantic (dis)placement of Timeship Earth 2013 (not to mention the closing of the current Stellar Activation Cycle AKA lifting of the Veil), the real taboo may very well be Hidden in where “the Media” will go from here. And perhaps also what really just was the Us Media to begin with. -MIKE EYE ⊙

 

 

☆ 7. INCENDIARY AJNA OF A ONE MAGDALENA TO IGNITE HIGH PSYCHIC UNION WITH SOLARIA

 

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 wrecked planet with a gentle, lustrous mist‭, ‬the only remaining luminary visible‭.‬‭ ‬Lina could sense the forlornness of the Moon‭, ‬connecting with its desire to mingle in the night sky with its smaller celestial‭ ‬sisters as it had Once done‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

But, alas, it remained all by its lonesome‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Total devastation encircled the tense Lina for as far as she could see‭, ‬and toxic grey and black fumes were wafting around everywhere‭, ‬with pieces of thin‭, ‬wispy seared fragments caught in the mix‭. Biohazard poisons spoiled the air. Fierce, massive fire pits lay burning Wholeheartedly in countless numbers at every direction she turned. ‬It was a dismal display of despair that stretched on and on‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Grim as Fuck.

Examining the hot surface up close‭, ‬she could see more tiny dark swirls drifting outward from a‭ ‬hot surface of the fucked Earth‭. ‬Lina was completely devastated by all she sensed around and within her‭, ‬but she somehow‭, ‬oddly‭ ‬enough‭, ‬felt united with it in a very depressing way‭. ‬And as if she wasn’t already wrought with the highest degree of turmoil‭, ‬she then noticed the bottom of her dress on fire‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Intuitively‭, ‬without thinking twice‭, ‬she dropped‭, ‬tumbling down a treacherous‭ ‬hill of ruins‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

At the bottom of a pile of wreckage, in total disarray, she once again found herself upon the ground. She kicked her feet around impulsively to put out the last of the flames and then paused‭, ‬trying to gain composure‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She breathed in‭, ‬out‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Tremendously aggravated‭, ‬she lay there on her belly‭, ‬cursing aloud‭. There were only first-degree burns she would have to sustain, possibly some second-degree ones. ‬Lina could feel the fiery heat‭ ‬upon the surface of the baked Earth‭. ‬She was covered with a great deal of blackened sludge and grunge‭. ‬She tried going to her happy place again‭, ‬and eventually‭, ‬with great effort‭, ‬was able to return to outerspace to watch herself dance‭, ‬but still found herself alone‭. ‬And try‭ ‬as she might to bring forth other friendly, familiar entities into her Mind’s Eye‭, ‬they just would not come‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Lina felt that familiar opposing force she loved to hate creeping up on her‭, attempting to ‬taint her essence‭ and ‬prevent her from reaching the vastest of her imagination‭. ‬She looked down at her dress to notice how thoroughly dull and null it had become‭. ‬Her spirits dampened‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

It would seem that Magdalena had given all of her loving to the ground lately‭, ‬as she continuously found herself down upon it and back again‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

A bruised‭, ‬miserable Magdalena wearily pushed herself up‭, ‬dusted herself off‭, ‬and again looked around‭, ‬trembling despite herself‭. ‬In the Moonlit darkness‭, ‬she could see piles and piles of wrecked mortar‭, ‬broken cement structures‭, ‬and pieces of bricks and wood‭, ‬completely destroyed‭, ‬all coated with a dark‭, ‬slimy‭, ‬shadowy substance‭. ‬She dared not imagine the types of foul odors that were wafting through the air beyond her helmet‭. ‬Nor the powerfully activated energies of intense radiation poisoning the‭ ‬spoiled atmosphere‭.‬ The detonation of the mighty, most momentous sperm-bomb of Fletcher Munsin had no doubt hit within the past hour, the woman surmised. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Noxious gases of a sick symphony plumed up from the hot surface of Earth’s black opera‭, ‬dancing to a Damned discord with the thick rhythm section of a murky sky‭, ‬whirling around with effervescent particles of filth fiddles‭, ‬adding their high-pitched staccato‭ ‬shrills to the overly melodramatic, but oh-so-empty theatrics‭. ‬Blood and oil and other various expedient liquids seemed spread out over the surface of everything‭. ‬Unidentifiable junk was scattered‭ ‬everywhere‭. ‬Lina saw deep craters blown into the surface of what had Once been the Earth‭, ‬dared not look into them‭. ‬No structures remained standing‭; ‬no trees nor any other life-forms were still existing‭. ‬Death and decay had seized everything‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

As far as she could remember‭, ‬Mother Magdalena had never seen anything like this before‭.‬‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

As soon as her Heart-rate decreased a bit‭, ‬the Mother paused to contemplate her updated predicament‭. ‬Where was she to go‭? ‬What was she to do‭? ‬Why was she even to have any desire of living in a post-apocalyptic world of‭ such ‬sheer‭ ‬devastation‭? ‭”‬Because your purpose is to procreate prolifically‭, ‬no matter what‭!!‬‭” ‬she answered her question aloud‭, ‬remembering what Solaria had demanded of her‭. ‬She had done a rather good job at that‭, ‬she thought‭, ‬up until the fission had fortunately finally finished off the family circle of the fatherland‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬And who am I to mate with‭ ‬now‭?‬‭” ‬she asked herself aloud‭, ‬at Once‭ ‬feeling very sexually aroused‭. ‬She looked around in despair at the desecrated land‭. “‬I may as well be dead myself‭. ‬I have no hope in this world of chaos‭,‬”‭ ‬she said to herself‭ with utmost seriousness, ‬her wide Eyes blank‭. ‬“I cannot imagine any survivors to be wandering this Damned Earth‭.‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She caught sight of her trusty scepter sticking out from beneath the rubble‭, ‬picked it up‭. ‬She began using it as a walking stick as she strode wearily away from the crash sight‭. ‬After a few steps‭, ‬she looked behind‭, ‬saw her dilapidated smoking spacecraft smashed into the blackened Earth‭. ‬She felt gratified thinking about her ship’s special walls and force-field‭, ‬and how they had just prevented her from‭ ‬becoming virtually vaporized in the flash of an‭ ‬instant‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She managed to wean out a half-grin, but it was a nervous half-grin.

The front-end of the ship‭ ‬was buried beneath‭ ‬the ruins‭, ‬appearing as if it had made a direct nose-dive‭, ‬smashing full-force into the devastated planet‭. ‬It was a‭ ‬disturbing sight to behold‭, ‬and Lina for some reason felt that there must be some special explanation for her having survived the crash‭. ‬Wincing as a pulse‭ ‬of pain flared up through her head-wound‭, ‬Magdalena continued to question her purpose in the renewed world‭. ‬A thickening dark smoke was drifting upward from the downed craft‭, ‬and she could see a fierce‭, ‬hungry blaze overtaking the greater part of it‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬Wow‭, ‬I made it out just in time‭,” ‬she thought to herself‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Turning her back to the blazing wreckage‭, ‬she trudged aimlessly through the dark slimy gook of her dead land with a heavy sigh‭. ‬She started to feel severely depressed‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

After having trudged through the ruins for about fifty‭ ‬yards‭, ‬she heard a loud explosion behind her‭. ‬She turned around to see her destroyed spaceship engulfed in flames‭, ‬which had just ignited a combustion as it had come in contact with the ship’s fuel supply tank‭. ‬She stood and watched as the flames grew thicker and thicker‭, ‬the dense black mushroom puffs they produced bellowing upward, ‬dispersing with the morbid exhaust in the sickened sky to create a sinister smog of gloom‭ that offered the Mother a swoon.‬‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Magdalena stared through the dome around her head at the menacing blaze flaring upward‭, ‬her Eyes bulging‭. ‬She felt a forceful urge to immerse her vision within the fire‭, ‬its flickering flames reflecting themselves over her glassy Eyes‭ ‬as she glared at it in a trance‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Thank you‭,‬” she murmured faintly‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Then‭, ‬the Mother felt forced to focus her glance to the center of the largest of the beckoning flames which was bluish-white and brilliant and at the heart of the wreckage‭. ‬She instantly felt a powerful connection with it‭. ‬And abruptly‭, ‬the dread Lina had been feeling instantly turned to bliss‭, ‬and she looked on in wonder‭. ‬She felt as if‭ ‬she were hallucinating‭, ‬but she knew she wasn’t‭. ‬At least she didn’t think she was‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬The flames possessed her and she became One with them‭.‬‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Her consciousness now spiraling inside an enchanting void‭, ‬Magdalena could feel the bluish-white naval of the flame‭ ‬communicating with her‭. ‬Through her Eyes‭, ‬it spoke to her in the language of infernal malice‭. ‬And through her slashed forehead it shot a heavy stream of radiance‭, ‬un-tapping a supreme‭, ‬archaic‭, ‬psychic knowledge‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬MOTHER MAGDALENA‭!‬‭”‬‭ ‬it spoke out‭, ‬not with‭ ‬words‭, ‬but with a voice of pulsating, psychoactive, telepathic illumination‭. ‬Her spirit was directly locked onto the center of the flame‭, ‬embracing its offerings‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬IT IS I‭, ‬SOLARIA‭,” ‬it proclaimed with pulsing pumps of energy‭.‬‭ “‬DO NOT FORGET‭! ‬YOUR PURPOSE IS TO PROCREATE PROLIFICALLY‭, ‬NO MATTER WHAT‭!!‬‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“YES‭! ‬PROCREATE‭! [-DISDAINFUL SOLARIZED CHUCKLES-] ‬BRING FORTH A MORBID MYRIAD OF DOOMED DRONES, COUNTLESS BASTARDS OF FRUITLESS FLESH‭ WITH HEARTS THAT BEAT IN VAIN‭, ‬TO EXPERIENCE PAIN IN THIS WORLD OF HATE‭! ‬THAT IS WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT‭!‬”‭ ‬The hot essence of Solaria fiercely emitted its version of menacing laughter‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Magdalena continued to listen to Solaria‭, ‬staring‭, ‬all-Eyes‭, ‬directly into the depths of the inferno‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬You will find ways‭,‬”‭ ‬it went on‭. ‬“Your encounter with the essence of Lachrylon has proved worthy‭, ‬Mother‭,” ‬it conveyed to the woman through it’s dark naval‭. ‬Solaria was now being fed with Mother Magdalena’s commanding brainwaves of eternal intent as it supplied its powerful lifeblood to the flickering flames that were now blazing with intense fury‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬Look inside yourself‭. ‬You will find life there‭,‬”‭ ‬it went on‭. ‬“It is to thrive by any means necessary‭. ‬It is to mutate‭. ‬It is to replicate‭. ‬It is to mingle‭. ‬It is to suffer‭.‬‭”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Fully aware now of her own Wickedness‭, ‬Magdalena now raised her arms to the smutty air and ‬unleashed a most Evil cackle‭. ‬With her Eyes and Head-wound throbbing immensely‭, ‬the Mother now embraced her physical pain with an uncanny dose of delight as she entreated upon the twilight of the heavens‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬Take this pendant‭ ‬of infinite life‭,” ‬announced Solaria‭. ‬A‭ ‬miniature‭ ‬searing‭ ‬meteorite cometed out from the Vesica Piscis of the forceful flame‭, ‬blowing through some wreckage upon Earth’s surface‭ as it clanked against some debris in the distance. “‬Keep it close‭, ‬and you will always have the ability to receive a worthless seed from‭ ‬a worthless man in a worthless land‭… and with an incomparable potent pleasure, I may add. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Magdalena grinned.‬

“Also‭, ‬take this special shield of Pure Luminance‭. ‬It will prevent any chance of your body withering away‭.‬”‭ ‬A blob of pulsating photons emanated from the naval of the flame and dripped itself down like some liquid light beside the pendent‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Remember‭, ‬Magdalena‭, ‬you are to extend your physical branch outward‭, ‬allowing more branches to grow off of it‭, ‬bringing about a‭ ‬pitiful family tree of prosperous life‭ with no meaning, ‬sprouting pitiful human creatures to live pitiful‭, ‬worthless lives‭! I will henceforth forward all siphoned-off sacred energy gained to Polaris. ‬It is the proper way of living life on Earth‭! ‬Ensure‭ ‬by any means‭ ‬that the female leaves are fertilized‭. ‬You are to bring forth as much physical life as you can‭, ‬periodically slaughtering male‭ ‬beings in Sacrifice to ME‭. ‬Believe in yourself‭, ‬as I believe in you‭, ‬Mother‭, ‬because I have felt all that you have created before‭.‬‭ ‬I know what you are capable of‭.”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The Mother stood fixed in a deep daze, acknowledging every self-styled word that this fierce, compelling Force was conveying to her most matter-of-factly.

It went on:

‬”This time‭, ‬attempt to increase the worldly population to higher than it has ever been before‭. ‬But do not forget this, Mother Magdalena‭: ‬YOU ARE NOT IMMORTAL…‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

A pause.

“‬You will not see me again for a long while‭, ‬Mother‭.‬”‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Another pause‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“I HEREBY GRANT YOU YOUR SEASONAL REBIRTH AND ONCE AGAIN ANOINT YOU‭ ‬‘MOTHER MAGDALENA‭,‬’‭ ‬THE ETERNAL HEART IN THE BODY OF ALL HUMAN BEINGS‭. ‬NOW FUCK OFF‭!‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Then‭, ‬mysteriously‭, ‬defying the very nature of nature‭, ‬the blazing fire began to swiftly shrink‭, ‬smaller and smaller‭, ‬until it was again a tiny flickering flame‭. ‬And then‭, ‬before Lina’s very Eyes‭, ‬as all three of them still remained fixed onto the flame’s bright, blue-tinged naval‭, ‬the mighty fire impossibly collapsed unto itself‭, ‬the last of the smoke dissipating above where Solaria had been smoldering Its sanctity‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬Lina’s little silvery space-pod had completely disappeared‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

And then‭, ‬just for a moment‭, ‬just for One‭ ‬undying‭ ‬instance in space-time‭, ‬a wash of fourth-dimensional dark light intensely drowned out everything‭, ‬promptly flashing a blank whiteness so pure‭, ‬it blinded Magdalena’s Third Eye permanently‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬Within this secret Samhadi‭, ‬this unchanging moment in time-space‭, ‬which only seemed to last for a fraction of a second‭, ‬the woman remembered something about her Spirit that was so fundamental and obvious that she became disappointed in, and embarrassed with, herself for ever forgetting it‭: ‬she again realized that she had never before been a baby‭, ‬that her essence was habitually renewed‭ ‬in the manner of this Ajna-smearing by the almighty Solaria‭, ‬just for‭ ‬this moment‭ ‬right now‭.‬‭ ‬The‭ ‬activation‭ ‬of this almighty‭ ‬“At-One-ment”‭ ‬never failed to indicate to her the realization that she‭ ‬had Once again finally‭ ‬fulfilled her purpose for existing‭ ‬in the human form‭, ‬and it always marked a powerful transition through and into a new age‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The Mother glared down at her flat belly and placed her left hand upon it, remembering there was no belly button there. She felt special, but also recognized the fact that she was, alas, a mere mortal‭, ‬and had to be extra careful that she wouldn’t get herself killed‭. ‬She realized also that she, herself, was‭ ‬in fact‭ ‬her own Mother‭, and, just as the rife Moon, persisted powerfully and with just as much personal solitude as ‬an illuminated satellite of a greater entity‭ that was itself an illuminated satellite of a greater entity that was itself an illuminated satellite of a greater entity, all entities of which were Once One. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The Mother peered up at the Moon most solemnly‭, and upon Sight of it, collapsed Headfirst into a deep slumber‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬ -MIKE EYE 

☆ 3. “PRYING OPEN MY THIRD EYE”

PRYING OPEN MY 3RD EYE from THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION by MIKE EYE 

 

[chapter THREE]__________________________________

THE VERY NEXT MOMENT‭, ‬OR SO IT SEEMED‭, ‬MAGDALENA FOUND herself toward the rear end of the space-pod‭, ‬her back to the floor‭, ‬gazing upward through a softening fuzz‭, ‬her mind in total disarray‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She was mostly numb.

And then a gripping, Intense pain slowly started to take ahold of her.

She slowly realized that she was Awakening from having been knocked unconscious‭, ‬for how long she hadn’t the foggiest idea‭. ‬Befuddled beyond belief‭, ‬Lina immediately assumed that heavy turbulence must‭ ‬have shaken the craft viciously through the elements‭, ‬tossing her fiercely about the cabin‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Slowly gaining awareness that she was now in the midst of the aftermath of an extremely dangerous event‭, ‬Lina realized that a great deal of her body was awfully sore‭. ‬In a slight panic‭, ‬she wriggled her body around to check and see if it functioned properly‭. She checked for any broken bones and came to find her body fully intact‭. She could not find any serious wounds. None of her appendages were severed‭. ‬With a quick sigh of relief‭, ‬she rejoiced at the realization that she had no‭ ‬chance of going into shock due to rapid blood loss‭, ‬and that she would thus be able to use her lithe limbs for flaunts of seduction in the future‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

That was the first thought that came to her. ‬

She still felt a great deal of pain‭, though, she noticed. And that was when the woman suddenly became aware of the deep gash right in the middle of her forehead‭‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Bewildered‭, ‬Lina attempted to ignore the aches she felt all over her body and rotated to her belly‭‭, ‬placing her palms onto the floor‭, trying to see if she could prop herself up to a kneeling position‭. She winced from her minor bruises. ‬Slowly coming to her knees‭, ‬her body trembling‭, ‬she struggled to inhale a much-needed deep breath‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The woman shuddered a tad‭, ‬her‭ ‬long, dark-brown hair dangling down in a mess over her face‭, ‬as she remained for a moment on all fours‭, ‬taking in some breaths of air‭. ‬Nauseous, dazed, and with pain continuing to mount‭, ‬she stared down to see blood dripping from her forehead‭, ‬through her hair‭, ‬and onto the floor‭. ‬Reaching up to‭ ‬touch the center of her Forehead‭, ‬she felt a moist gash excreting her vital fluids at a medium pace‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Realizing then that she may in fact not be fully aware of the severity of her Head injury‭, ‬a sharp panicky sensation instantly returned to a greatly agitated Lina‭. ‬In an effort to get to the first-aid kit in the bathroom‭, ‬she pushed herself up as quickly as she could‭. ‬Arising unsteadily in grief‭, ‬with one hand clutching her forehead‭, ‬she struggled with her attempts to remain calm‭. ‬Sobbing in aggravation‭, ‬she applied as much pressure as she could to the cranial gash with her right palm as she stumbled into the bathroom to fetch some gauze from the first-aid kit‭, ‬blood and tears streaming‭ ‬down her face‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬Fuck‭!” ‬she thought as she looked into the mirror to see her face covered in her‭ ‬emotive bodily fluids‭. ‬She noticed Amrita sitting on the floor staring up at her‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬So much blood‭!” ‬the thing said calmly as it rubbed up against the woman’s thighs‭, mechanically ‬purring tenderly.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

It took a great deal of effort and time to reduce the blood flow from her particularly serious head wound‭. ‬After cleaning and dressing it‭, ‬the woman staggered back to the flight deck to take a seat at the cockpit‭. ‬The wound was pretty bad‭, ‬sure to leave a deep scar‭, ‬she thought‭, ‬and it brought a fair amount of pain with it‭. ‬But Lina‭, ‬remembering how she had‭ ‬overcome major struggles in the past‭, ‬felt she could get through this disturbing incident mostly unscathed‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Now seated at the cockpit‭, ‬the woman frustratingly pushed the button to throw back the shutters to be greeted by‭, ‬as a total shock‭, ‬a mayhem of toxic blood-spattered sludge strewn with detached body parts and soiled articles unrecognizable‭, ‬all heaped together‭, ‬and pressed up against the glass dash‭.‬‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬Upon sight of this horrific spectacle‭, ‬Lina had leapt back involuntarily‭, ‬as an instinctive impulse‭, ‬recklessly toppling backwards‭, ‬Headfirst back down onto the floor‭.‬‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Feeling that familiar opposing force condemning her‭, ‬but with heightened intensity now‭, ‬Magdalena let‭ ‬out a loud, agonizing cry as she laid there‭, ‬her back to the floor once again‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬LACHRYLON‭!” ‬she shouted‭, ‬raising her fists in the air with rage‭. “‬I CAST CURSES UPON YOU‭, ‬LACHRYLON‭!‬‭” ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Then she softly muttered some sweet nothings into the air‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

But Nothing happened.

Or, at least nothing seemed to happen.‬

There was‭ ‬no longer any doubt whatsoever in the woman’s mad mind that she wasn’t directly a target of quite the impractical joke‭. ‬And although she had grown accustomed to seeing plenty of gore in her time‭, ‬the sheer magnitude of it all directly before her Eyes now greatly disturbed her‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Her ship‭, ‬she noticed now quite obviously‭, ‬was definitely no longer soaring through the sky‭. ‬She realized now that it must’ve been the coarse quakes of her craft plummeting toward a scorched Earth that had sent her tumbling to the floor‭, ‬knocking her unconscious‭, ‬causing her head wound‭. ‬Back to the floor once more‭, ‬her body aching immensely‭, ‬a confounded Lina propped up on her‭ ‬elbows and lifted her head slightly to look at the grotesque scene through the glass dash‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She couldn’t quite seem to be able to get over how incredibly disturbed she was by it‭.‬‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

A very tense Lina then realized she hadn’t taken a breath for about a full minute‭, ‬too distracted being traumatized out of her mind‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Shuddering now‭, ‬and taking in One full‭, ‬deep breath with compulsory quivers‭, ‬the woman felt somewhat pleased she was at least able to survive this‭ ‬crash-landing‭. ‬Looking around at the reasonably disorderly cabin‭, ‬she noticed that the protective force-field of the space-pod must’ve prevented the total obliteration of it‭. In total amazement, Lina Once again did not notice any life-threatening injuries. ‬She struggled to come to her feet and then stumbled back toward the seat at the‭ ‬flight deck‭. ‬She pounded on the button repeatedly with her fist to try and close the bay window’s flaps‭, ‬but nothing happened‭. ‬It was jammed‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬Oh‭, ‬you have got to be fucking KIDDING ME‭!!” ‬Lina shrieked‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Then trying to calm herself a bit‭, ‬the woman covered her Eyes with‭ ‬her right hand‭. ‬She could no longer bear looking at the disaster she had crashed into‭. ‬And it reeked with a most putrid stench. But within minutes‭, ‬she felt compelled for some reason to take another peek‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Slightly parting her middle finger from her ring finger‭, ‬Lina innocently took a quick gander at the wreckage‭, ‬gasped‭, ‬and then closed her fingers tightly back around her Eyes‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She didn’t want to admit it to herself‭, ‬but during that brief glance‭, ‬she had just barely made out a disfigured corpse’s bloodied face pressed up against the crystal‭ ‬glass dash amongst the rubble‭, ‬its forehead containing a bulging Third Eye‭, ‬its identity blotted out by ominous sediments smeared into its withering skin‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

But its Three Eyes had been clearly visible and were all wide opened‭, ‬somehow appearing to glare in more ways‭ ‬than three‭, ‬directly at the battered Magdalena‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The Mother was utterly unnerved‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Then she completely lost her cool as she let out a wail and proceeded to pound the button with her left fist repeatedly‭, ‬trying‭ ‬to see if the ship’s dash could shut‭, ‬as if the shutter could somehow become unstuck due to the increased force with which she was banging the button‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬CLOSE‭, ‬GOD DAMMIT‭!”‬‭ ‬Lina screamed out whole-heartedly‭, ‬her body throbbing in agony‭, ‬still covering her Eyes with her right hand‭, ‬her slashed‭, ‬wrapped forehead pulsating vigorously‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She paused for a second as she heard a few sudden, jarring taps on the glass‭. ‬Startled‭, ‬she felt compelled to see what had caused the noise‭, ‬although‭ ‬she really‭, ‬really didn’t want to‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Removing her hand slowly from her Eyes‭, ‬a spell then befell her‭, ‬and she could look nowhere else except straight ahead‭, ‬into the three Eyes of the mangled face that was but One object amongst‭ ‬the littered disheveled fragments on the other side of the dash‭; ‬it was those disturbing three beady Eyes that stuck out above‭ ‬the rest of the rubble‭, ‬seeming to peer right through the glass‭, ‬straight at the woman‭.‬‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Magdalena did not see a body attached to this Head‭. ‬She noticed‭, ‬right at the part of the ship’s glass dash that the head’s Third Eye seemed to stare through‭, ‬a tiny triangular crack‭. ‬And then‭, ‬encircling the crack‭, ‬more parts of the window began chipping in inlays of triangles of various positions‭, ‬forming a tessellation of perfectly fractured triangles in the glass‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Lina gasped‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Then around those triangular chips‭ ‬in the glass came more triangular chips‭. ‬Bedazzled‭, ‬and in great fear‭, ‬Magdalena watched as more and more cracks of perfectly-formed triangles were being made in the glass‭, ‬always around the previous cracks‭, ‬radiating outward from the original crack‭, ‬beside‭ ‬the Third Eye in the Forehead of the mangled face that eerily gaped at her‭. ‬This was a haunting spectacle that sent bone-tingling shivers up Lina’s spine‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Freaking out now in full-force‭, ‬and fearing that the dash may shatter‭, ‬Lina turned around and hobbled in torment as fast as her bruised body could bring her‭, ‬toward her small bedroom at the back of the craft‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She tripped‭, ‬falling on her wounds‭, ‬cursed aloud‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Getting back up‭, ‬she raced rapidly to her bedroom door‭. ‬She frantically pressed the button on‭ ‬the wall to part the two midway panels of the horizontally sliding door‭, ‬burst in‭, ‬and banged on the lock button on the other side as the silvery door panels clamped together and sealed shut‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

 

NEXT: WHAT THE F☆@# HAPPENS TO MAGDALENA AS THE F*@%-ING SILVERY DOOR PANELS CLAMPED TOGETHER AND SEALED SHUT!!!??? CHECK BACK TO DARKESOTERIKA.COM TO FUCKING FIND OUT!!!! -MIKE EYE ☆

Crystal Earth and Geomancy

World events are a universally repeating and occurring archetype whose dynamic is the need to achieve a state of recollection significant enough to go beyond the possibility of self-destruction.

13:20 FREQUENCY SHIFT

1.29.4.21, Kin 63: Blue Spectral Night

Earth is a living intelligence system with its own evolutionary momentum. Whenever it is about to enter into another evolutionary stage it sends out a “signal” through the underlying crystalline grid that holds its whole field structure together.  This recent signal has been heard and is being voiced at Standing Rock Reservation, the largest Native American mobilization for the Earth in history. https://www.facebook.com/WinonaLaDukeHonorTheEarth/

World events are a universally repeating and occurring archetype whose dynamic is the need to achieve a state of recollection significant enough to go beyond the possibility of self-destruction. Our Earth Timeship is now saturated with memory fragments of lost and destroyed worlds. The works of Jose Arguelles/Valum Votan have scarcely been realized on this planet. His 1983 work, Earth Ascending, deserves to be well studied for those interested in the key maps which describe (in computer-adaptable binary code) the Total Memory Pattern of the Planet.

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☆ 20. Lina Gloats; Al Rodnam Evokes.

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. 

NEXT: Kwantum Leap. -[MIKE EYE]

FROM CODE RED TO COLD DEAD, SOUNDTRACK TO THE END-TIMES.

 

And Eye Kwote(d),

“{{“2012. It has Now been recognized that after considering all the occult-myth-cosmology-spirituality-disinformation that has been recorded from and spread out all over the world at different time periods throughout our prophetic History-faulty-Equinox-“progression”-“Devilution”-End-Times-transition-aqueous-transcension-Revelation, and after contemplating it extensively—and, yes, Eye am hereby predicting near-future occurrences—I am thoroughly convinced that, yes, the God-Creator of Us (as in We Human-species-Homo-Sapien-hybrid beings) will Reveal itself/themselves to the “U.S..” This will be jointly perceived by “US” as an overall intensely shocking Collective-Consciousness-Revelation given the great majority of most of the Earth’s current living human populations’ severely limited Consciousness-Self-Actualization-At-One-Out-of-Tune-ment. It/They will Reveal Itself/Themselves anytime from Now (2012 AD) until The End of 2017 AD with the majority of the peak alien Visitation/Astral-and-Radial 4-D Psychotronic Interference to occur On/In Timeship Earth 2013, precisely ten years after the Horrid “H Event.” {time splice}

The “landing” (made denser to 3-D), although still semi-etheric, will be greatly misinterpreted at First, and in many different ways, due to variance of the human-group-thought-form-“Theological Perspectives” among the greatly overpopulated, severely un-evolved masses of modern Fucked separated society that has caused all the Intense global grid distortions over the length of this, the ultimate epoch of Inhuman mass Mind-Body-Soul-Water-Light-Ice-Plazma-Ki-sorry-excuse for a “conjoined” Collective Conscious external experimentation that has disgracefully been covertly underway for a long, long, long, long time, outwardly disguised as “beneficial” and “proper” discourse to be exemplified by a modern/retro/modern society utilizing the demonic tools of “monotheism” in conjunction with other dogmatic constructs in just about all publik accepted standards of “evolved” culture, “politricks,” “$Money (?),” “banking (??),” and sekret brotherhoods, all of which except One is only 99% truthful.

The Sun will flare and the tectonic plates of Earth will falter, mass mindless panic will finally ensue on One density level, and the rest is “History.” Besides that, each of Our separate egos, colliding with the exponentially increasing Post-Singularity-wrought-Technosphere will Once Again commence functioning as “the Beast/666” as arrogantly toted by the “Good NEWS” of the “NEW Testament” of Revelation. This will then rapidly lead, toward the End of this particular Stellar Activation Cycle, to an entrance into a timeless awareness-Samhadi-Om-Shambhala of Us’s true nature as All-One-Kosmic Light Beings of Eternal Intent, hence We/Eye would then forthwith shed our Scales and Ascend to a Higher Harmonik Uni-Verse. Either that, or the Individual will disappear Forever, continuing to “exist” in the Hollow Void of Unaware Nothingness/Bardo/Oblivion for ”all time.”

The “Anti-Kryst” will be a woman, someone we are all Aware of, a celebrity, a “politician,” with no sense of humor or Literary Imagination/Kreativity whatsoever, have no Angelic Human Heritage, will be 100% Demon/Manipulator, but fronting as almost the opposite. Her physical body will be majorly distorted but admired and Envied due to media brainwashing-13th-Monkey-Koncept-Quantum leap distortions of the genius of syndicated television network broadcasts and Highly Kontrolled and monitored internet activity. Her spoken concepts will make no logical sense whatsoever. She will be treated “better” (admired and Envied more) than any True actual God or Demigod ever has been in any Star-Thought Kommunities , ever throughout all Histories Forever to gyroscopically oscillate throughout the Kosmos. And She will bring a great majority of Our Kurrent Civilization Down. This will be for the overall benefit of the Greater Good, the One who seas….”}}”

Divined while on nature walk in 2012, directly channeled through Venus Transit, overnight, 2012.

 

 

 

 

 

Disclaimer: Those previous Words Above that you may have just Read in know way indicate Mike Eye’s beliefs. Mike Eye has no beliefs. However, this does not mean that Mike Eye believes in “Nothing,” because that would still be a belief. Mike Eye is Aware, receptive, perceptive, and when charged, fully emotive.

Blogged on *Dark Esoterika .kom* days before the US Presidential election, Late 2016.

 

For those readers and bloggers behind the veil, ((needless to say)), by making this statement Mike Eye is in know way implying that he would rather see “Donald Trump” in High Office. Eye repeat, Mike Eye does not support “Donald Trump.” And neither does anyone else, and We All Know It. -MIKE EYE 

What is Science Fantasy?

https://scifanfic.wordpress.com/2016/09/29/scifan-definition/

☆ 2. Mother Magdalena: Goddess Material or Material Goddess?

MOTHER MAGDALENA:

GODDESS MATERIAL OR MATERIAL GODDESS?

Episode I. / Chapter 2 of The Aqueous Transmission by Mike Eye 

 

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THE WOMAN WAS VERY SLENDER‭, ‬EXTREMELY ATTRACTIVE‭. ‬SHE WAS absolutely stunning superficially‭, ‬perfect-looking now even in her state of‭‭ ‬distress‭. ‬She was beyond magnificent‭, ‬having an incredibly tall‭, ‬curvy‭, ‬tight body with smooth‭, glowing, ‬dark-chocolate skin that was decorated with dedicatory tribal ink of feminine symbols throughout‭, ‬up her arms and down her back‭. ‬She had many‭ ‬sizeable‭ ‬stone piercings‭. ‬Her Eyes were large‭, ‬alluring glass beads that continuously glowed vigorously‭. ‬Her hair was exceedingly long‭, ‬smooth‭, ‬and dark‭, ‬flowing well past her wide‭, ‬slim waistline‭, ‬bouncing playfully in luscious swirls about her body‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Ceaselessly employing‭ ‬her alluring enigma to her great advantage‭, ‬the roguish woman was always able to entice any being with a Heart‭ by her beauty. ‬She was always dressed simply‭, ‬but elegantly‭, usually ‬in a long‭, ‬translucent golden dress woven from the brilliant fibers of the almighty Solaria‭, ‬the vast blazing force that had more than Once anointed her‭ ‬“Mother Magdalena‭,‬‭ ‬the eternal Heart in the Body of all Human Beings.” ‬Her special dress, which she most always wore, had been designed to shield the Mother from any airborne toxins or conflicting spirits that would ever attempt to interfere with her self-righteousness‭.‬‭‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The woman was traveling with a tiny robot companion that had been engineered to look and behave like a cat‭. ‬This silvery mechanical pet‭, ‬which she called Amrita‭, ‬was now scuffling on the ship’s flight deck below her‭, ‬uttering gruff meows‭. ‬Just like a cat‭, ‬the little robot took a sly‭, feminine appearance‭, ‬having quick reflexes and slinky hind legs that could swiftly propel its body upward to whichever higher surface it wished itself upon‭. ‬Somehow‭, ‬this small metal canister containing wires and chips was able to elicit affection‭, ‬as it felt perpetually drawn to the enticing woman‭ and her antics,‬‭ ‬usually behaving in such ways that exhibited emotional attachment to her‭. ‬It spoke English‭. “‬You’re beautiful‭. ‬I love you‭,” ‬the‭ ‬thing would often mutter to the woman‭, ‬rubbing up against her‭. ‬And neither the woman‭, ‬nor anyone or anything else‭, ‬had specifically programmed the cat-bot to say that‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The space-pod was quite small in all‭, ‬having the tiny flight deck toward the front end‭, ‬a tiny storage space on it’s left-hand side‭, ‬a‭ ‬tiny bathroom on its right side‭, ‬and a tiny bedroom in the back‭. ‬The center of the craft was no‭ ‬more than 50‭ ‬square feet‭. ‬The ship did not utilize any sort of plumbing system at all‭. ‬The woman kept a large supply of highly nutritious and sustainable organic food as well as Pure Water in the storage area across from the bathroom. ‬The‭ “‬bathroom‭” ‬had only a toilet in it‭, ‬and a‭ ‬little mirror and medicine cabinet on the wall which contained only a basic first-aid kit‭. ‬The waste of the person who used the toilet was emptied into a separate air-locked compartment that‭, ‬upon sealing it’s top with the push of a button‭, ‬would drop out into space‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

All navigation controls built into the ship’s structure were able to be conveniently operated by either the pushes of small buttons‭, ‬or any such finger manipulations of touch-screen technology‭. In addition to the‭ ‬highly advanced LCD touch-screen control panel‭, ‬the ship’s controls included a‭ ‬“real-time”‭ ‬super-satellite‭ ‬UPS‭—‬that is, a Universal Positioning System‭‭—‬‬monitor‭ ‬that continuously updated itself‭, ‬fully displaying a map of the galaxy it was currently situated in as well as that particular galaxy’s position in relation to adjacent galaxies. ‬These and other controls were fully‭ ‬synchronized‭ ‬with an overblown holographic display overlain upon the entirety of the ship’s front-end. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬To program coordinates for a destination‭, ‬all the woman had to do was touch the part of the panel’s screen where she wanted to go‭. ‬The rest of the navigation was then carried out by a‭ ‬state-of-the-art‭ ‬robotic engineer that lived inside the forceful walls of the craft‭, ‬continually providing the craft with‭ ‬an electrically surging impenetrable force-field of Singularity‭. ‬This special and most powerful barrier had been‭ ‬whole-heartedly Divined‭ ‬exclusively for the almighty Magdalena’s personal space-pod‭; ‬it was yet another of the esoteric gifts received from the frightful Solaria on most High‭, ‬and had been‭ ‬purposely materialized out of molten fragments of hardened‭, ‬golden bullions extracted from the quark gluon plasma particles of the Crab Pulsar neutron star of the Taurus constellation‭, ‬encasing a platinum-sheathed titanium alloy surface‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The full perimeter of the space-pod, which resembled a giant‭‭ metallic egg tilted on its side‭, appeared silvery and smooth from the outside‭. From within the little craft, however, these walls would appear ‬transparent; that is, they were unable to be seen at all from whomever observed them from the inside. Curiously, it was only the front-end mechanical shutter facing the main control panel that did conceal the exterior view from the pilot, requiring manual operation to release.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The present moment had the woman staring straight ahead, through the enlarged transparent depiction of the UPS monitor, out the crystal glass dash‭ that was cutting through the gusting dark smoke just beyond it‭, ‬where massive transformations of the Earth’s crust could now be seen‭ by the woman.‬‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She grew tenser‭. ‬She dropped her sights down to a large box imbedded in the middle of the control panel that had a small sign near the bottom of it that read “Synchronoscope”. Inside was a small black headset.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The‭ ‬“synchronoscope,” also known to the woman as the‭ ‬PRAP-Q.C‭., ‬an un-witty acronym for‭ ‬“Psychic Radio Assimilator of Perpetual Quantum Cognizance‭” ‬was the space-pod’s prime feature‭.  ‬This ultra high-tech device, which was basically a physical remote-viewing mechanism, had been engineered to‭ ‬operate‭ ‬harmoniously with the UPS‭. ‬It implemented a highly advanced zoom-in feature‭ ‬capable of rendering alongside the applied headset perfectly clear digital holographic projections before the face of the wearer of the headset, of multi-dimensional phenomena up to an extraordinary 16410‭-‬X magnification‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬From anywhere in outerspace‭, ‬this remarkable “psychoscope” headset, when finely tagged to a target by the wearer, was able to transmit to the wearer the most intimate representations of live cosmological activity in multiple senses. ‬The psychoscope headset utilized, among other functions, an audio-to-light/light-to-audio modulator‭, ‬and two pyramid-shaped prisms. The pyramidal prisms, when programmed with the psychoscope to be set inside one another‭, ‬with one pyramidal prism flipped 180°‭ ‬from the other to form a star tetrahedron‭, would project the focused object with one kind of Merkaba field.‬‭ When programmed to lay atop each other, with the base of each pyramidal prism meeting in the middle to form an octahedron, the synchronoscope would project the focused object with another kind of Merkaba field. ‬The modulator would then be able to receive the audio or light frequency of any object the‭ psychoscope‭ ‬was‭ ‬“tagged”‭ ‬with‭, ‬as an initiation of intimate intentional Observation‭, ‬convert the aligned energy emissions of the object into the desired frequency‭, ‬and then project the frequency through the prisms. ‬Once energized with the relevant‭‭ ‬information‭, ‬the synchronoscope would then be able to provide sudden‭, ‬subtle Insight into the very nature of the object being Observed‭, ‬divulging a peculiarly pertinent‭, ‬totally omnipotent‭ ‬High Wisdom‭ ‬that would explain the particular object’s reason for existing‭, as well as the very sacred connection the Observer had with the object. Increasing the focus of the device to its max would fully divulge the very nature of the observed object’s makeup,‭ illuminating secret passageways to its intimately linked High network of fluxing potential energy. These‭ ‬“imagination filaments”‭ of the object would reveal its sacred bond to absolutely anything else that may be somehow emotionally ‭entangled with it. The contraption had been easily constructed with three small‭ components several hundred-thousand years ago‭, ‬within seconds‭, ‬by one of Bry Dellows’ wretched‭, ‬wilted outcasts known as the Gilded Grunts.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The PRAP-Q.C. could also be used to control the tagged object in every way possible, if only this function was desired by the controller. But the bold woman, being the wearer of this ship’s synchronoscope, customarily preferred using the handsome device to conjoin her consciousness and bio-neurological system with attractive and nurturing, colorful and complex psychedelic patterns converted from the wavering activated DNA strands of indiscriminate creatures she would so Observe upon indiscriminate planets she felt intuitively drawn to.

She did this to become wiser.

Only Once did the inquisitive woman use this mighty device for another purpose — when she had desired to bond with the‭ ‬cosmic vibration of a targeted Jupiter-being’s‭ ‬tone of harmonic resonance‭. The intensity of the resulting euphoria she had received from this entreatment had astoundingly assaulted her senses, leaving her forever altered.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Mother Magdalena‭, ‬or Lina‭, ‬as her sisters called her‭, now ‬continued to gaze out the crystal glass dash before her with Tears in her‭ ‬Eyes‭, ‬flustered as all Hell‭. ‬Glaring through it in a trance‭, ‬her face remained blistering as she attempted whole-heartedly to grasp her innermost cowardice and come to‭ ‬terms with it‭. ‬She shivered as she reluctantly guided the craft toward an even lower elevation‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The ship kept increasing its descent at an accelerated rate and the cabin was starting to get bumpy. Out the window‭, the woman observed ‬the patterns of‭ ‬dark grey muddling about‭, ‬and she could only stare like a stone‭, ‬transfixed at the dark, fluffy formations as they floated faster upward and over the ship. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Lina was extremely nervous. She glanced over at her PRAP-QC.

The dense clouds of smoke the ship had‭ now ‬completely become immersed within turned jet black as the ship continued to descend‭ bit by bit, ‬engulfing the vessel in a hazy death-grip of Wickedness somehow darker than the night sky surrounding it‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Trying to remain calm‭, ‬focusing her force inward‭, ‬the woman subconsciously sensed‭ ‬a dark reflection of the heavy smoke‭ ‬in the deep black swirls emanating from her Heart‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬Dry dust‭, ‬not warmth or light‭, ‬emanated from within it‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Magdalena ignored this sentiment complacently.‬‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She looked down at her chest and could feel her cold heart pulsing profusely‭. ‬And she placed her hand upon her scornful love muscle‭, ‬feeling its off-tempo icy pumps; strangely feeling confused, feeling afraid.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Shuddering free from the frightful grip that had fastened her into a stoned stupor‭, ‬Lina momentarily halted her descent as she now sought to delve even deeper into the center of the congealed cinders that wafted through the center of her unusually heavy Heart‭. ‬She took in a deep‭, ‬stable breath, reached for the mighty PRAP-Q.C. headset inside the box on the control panel, put it on, and aligned it ‬with the‭ ‬Earth’s Moon‭, ‬which was a considerable distance from where she now sat at the cockpit of her space-pod‭. ‬But no matter.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Focusing the synchronoscope toward the‭ brightly lit Luna‭, ‬Lina calibrated a precise projection that brought forth a shimmering holographic rendering into and around the psychoscope headset she was wearing. And it resounded avidly in her‭ ‬dark heart with poignant precision‭.‬‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Lina quivered‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

But then she quickly felt brilliantly elated‬.

She took in a few vital breaths with her abdomen‭, ‬through her nose‭, ‬as she glanced with her Mind’s Eye as steadily as she could at the super-sized glowing rocky‭ ‬formations that made up the surface of the Moon‭, ‬feeling a tremendously potent, stark familiarity all the while‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬Feeling many more than the five basic senses‭, ‬the woman‭ ‬Observed the Lunar radiance at a magnificently High degree‭, ‬and in many ways simultaneously‭. ‬The image was so surrealy sharp and precise that it simulated an effect‭ ‬that physically brought the Mother directly to the surface of the Moon‭, ‬from right inside her spaceship — a bi-location effect the synchronoscope could implement from its tagged object‭ when ‘pushed’ to its limits. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The spectacle Lina was Observing was Immaculate‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The surface of the big, white glowing rock was lucid‭, ‬but desolate‭. And somehow extremely enjoyable to her. ‬She could see tiny jet-black swirls drifting outward from the Moon’s surface along with its white radiance‭, ‬adding some Yun to its Yan‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Increasing the synchronoscope’s focus to its utmost maximum, Magdalena became the Moon.

‬With this perspective, Lina contemplated her apocalyptic situation from her synchronized astral alignment, feeling an overwhelmingly depressing sensation of despair rising in her that somehow felt all too familiar‭.‬‭ ‬Bursting into her Head as One lump of Force, Lina caught ‬a vivid vision of all her sisters perishing a mile below her‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She chose not to look away‭, ‬and glared uncomfortably into the High Light‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Then‭, ‬possessed by it‭, ‬she drove her Head abruptly backwards nearly snapping it clear off her neck in retaliation of the‭ ‬taunting bolts that shocked her ocular cavity‭,‬‭ ‬as‭ ‬144,000‭ ‬powerful visions of the spirit forms of what she knew as Hankerhawks and Loombugs flooded her‭ ‬neurological pathways with electrified flashes of ‭brilliance. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

And she was killing it all in her mind just as soon as she found the visions finding themselves being reborn in their own retaliation against her‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Lina contemplated the fate of her sisters‭, ‬their blood-filled fleshy bodies instantaneously popping open‭, ‬squirting out‭ ‬hot cherry juices‭ ‬to coalesce with the pieces of dusty man-made structures whirling with blustery dust throughout the sky‭. ‬She vividly imagined her sisters‭’ ‬body parts flying through the atmosphere with pieces of the Earth’s turf‭, ‬twirling with smoky debris into cyclones of cataclysm‭. ‬She thought of all the swirling junk that didn’t get burned up in the O-zone layer succumbing to gravity after the explosion‭, ‬falling back down to a New Earth‭,‬‭ ‬a terribly shaken land of Shades and Shadows‭.‬‭ ‬She thought of just how much of the planet was still there‭, ‬and where‭, ‬if no longer intact‭, ‬the pieces of it may have drifted‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Magdalena shuddered again most uncomfortably‭, ‬a sense of Pure Rage building inside her‭. Her glowing psychic seascape abruptly collapsed to a diminished beam of mental static‭, slowly shrinking to nothingness, as she disengaged the Assimilator. Lina’s outlook as the Moon had ‬dissipated‭. Her shoulders were shuddering. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬She slammed a button on the control panel with her left fist and the flaps of the giant glass dash slammed shut before her‭, ‬the magnified digital‭ ‬depiction of‭ ‬the ship’s controls dissipating into flittering fragments of lost linkage‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The gorgeous woman cast her dazzling‭, ‬damp Eyes downward as she sat there‭, ‬frustrated beyond stability‭, ‬reaching her breaking point‭. ‬She plopped from the edge of her seat‭ ‬down to the bottom of the flight deck floor in mute hysteria‭, ‬finding herself face-to-face with her beloved mechanical pet‭, ‬Amrita‭. ‬Glancing up at her owner‭, ‬the little robot was sitting‭, ‬panting with its mechanical tongue falling out of its mouth as its Eyes‭ ‬bulged and it started to whimper‭. ‬Seeking composure‭, ‬Lina breathed in One deep‭, ‬essential breath‭, ‬exhaled‭, ‬looked straight at the thing‭, ‬deadpan‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬Rita‭. ‬Do you know what has happened‭, ‬my love‭?” ‬she asked‭. “‬Do you realize what we’re gonna have to do‭?” ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Amrita‭, ‬back arched and tail erect‭, ‬brushed its cold metal canister of a body against the traumatized woman‭, ‬purring robotically‭, ‬and then came back around to face her‭. ‬It cocked its tiny head to the side and uttered a mechanical meow‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The android only spoke when it deemed it necessary to do so‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Another sharp shiver up the woman’s spine startled her‭, ‬and she suddenly felt extremely nauseous‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

KEEPING IN MIND THAT THE ANDROID ONLY FUCKING SPOKE WHEN IT DEEMED IT NECESSARY TO DO SO, WHY THE FUCKK (?¿) DOES THE STARTLED SEDUCTRESS SUDDENLY THEN FEEL NAUSEOUS??!! RETURN TO THIS FUCKING PAGE TO FIND OUT!!!! -MIKE EYE 

#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.

*             *             *

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 

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