The Future is Now

The Future does not discriminate; no one will be saved from the Future completely, physically intact. At least not in the way we are now. Not even those few like us who think for ourselves. But, unlike the vast majority of the population, we who Truly think for ourselves will at least finally have a clear Vision of the Truth before we die. And I can promise you that we who have that Last True Vision will have our Souls brought to a more Mindful place than everyone else, on a Higher level than ever before.

We are not elitist. We are Outcasts. No one has ever taken us seriously. But we Know the Truth because we are not influenced by anything we see or read anywhere other than recognizing that these were statements made by other people, not us. They are worth considering, but are, for all intents and purposes, meaningless. To think for ourselves, we need to experience reality first-hand in all situations, at all times. Someone else’s Word is only just that — someone else’s Word. It is not in any way our Word.

At this critical juncture in time, we overly analytical people of the world who value more than anything else Truly thinking for ourselves, realize one simple thing above all else: the sad, horrifying truth is that the amalgamation of all world politics, religion, media, and institutions have been, through an excruciatingly slow, grueling method, via higher elemental, cosmic manipulation, purposefully conglomerating into a supreme demonic energy, in an effort to bring down all world cultures without the people of those cultures realizing what brought them down.

That’s what always happens.

The deception of this is what is demonic. But believe it or not, the Apocalypse will not be. The Apocalypse, like all others of each Age before this one, is supposed to happen every so often; they are as natural to this Earth as you and I am, and how we relate to it. The manners in which they happen are the topic of discussion here.

This is a major reason why there must never be any divine intervention at any time, and especially not during an Apocalypse; things must be allowed to naturally take their courses on their own. I have never understood when otherwise intelligent individuals who think for themselves question some god or entity as to why they “aren’t coming to save us.” The entities are there. They just can’t save us. Or rather, they won’t. And this is not a bad thing. You See, the purpose of life is for we human beings to Observe and Imagine the God that we always Knew we were, even before we were born into these bodies, to organically and mindfully reconnect the dots into our higher selves. If the gods were to intervene during our human lives on Earth, none of us would ever be able to accomplish this, our main tasks on this planet, and safely land back on the other side. Not to mention, we would then be even more horrified and confused than before. In addition to allowing the enrichments of the personal successes of our lives to fully absorb into our consciousnesses, if we are finally able to see things for how they Truly are before our bodies die, then the true purposes of our current lives on Earth will have been met.

Let me put this bluntly. And it may seem counterintuitive at first. But the first step in figuring out how things Truly are on our planet is to fully realize that, given the ways things are ultimately supposed to be, and especially with today’s deliberate disinformation campaigns on the internet, there is absolutely no possible way for any human being, no matter who we are or where we’re located, to completely Know exactly what is going on in our world. Deductive reasoning isn’t as effective when so much propaganda is out there. It is not worth trying to figure out what is and isn’t True in the content of online news articles, no matter what the source; they are not even worth reading. And even though there are some decent printed news articles that may be worth reading just to see what people are actually choosing to believe, they are often too rife with slanted views and warped syntax to be taken at face value. Even videos can be “deepfaked,” but that also doesn’t mean we should automatically assume they aren’t real. Again, it is impossible for anyone to Know everything that is really happening in our world, no matter what we tell ourselves. But, once we accept this fact, fill in the blanks by thinking for ourselves — meaning, getting out there and experiencing life in person while thinking critically and reading books printed before the internet went online — and then prepare to die, we will then have the possibility to gain a Vision of the Real Truth for what It is as we die out of our bodies, accepting this death. And those reading this article already Know this fact, like I do, simply because it has happened to us before.

But, what’s the point, we may ask, if we are then dead once we finally know the Truth? You See, our lives can be fun and enriching and wonderful as we help each other think for ourselves throughout them. But, believe it or not, we are all still living on a very undeveloped, inhumane planet that does not ultimately serve any of our basic, natural interests. This is the reason those who live closest to nature think of many generations down the line, whereas those stuck in constructs of societies think only of the current one. Well-knit indigenous tribal cultures are in fact, and always have been, by far the most advanced cultures of the world; they help advance the well-functioning aspects of it much better and faster than any other culture. It is too bad they are practically extinct. When we live close to nature and keep this in mind, we will have a better chance of remembering this fact when we are reborn.

The Future may be Now. But it is just the Past of our next Future. “The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.” When we come back next time, we will be genetically enhanced if and only if we were able to overcome being duped about our human reality during this run of our lives. And the only way to do that is to think for ourselves and not let others think for us. Our genes all have the possibility to be reborn again into future humans into a new Earth, even when everything gets completely wiped out. How do we know for sure? Well, when we analyze the Sciences of Earth very deeply, we truly get a sense of how life behaves by way of death, and vice versa. Wonderful ecosystems could never thrive so beautifuly and complexly if death wasn’t also intermingled with the lives of the different plants and animals on it. If we didn’t die, our human lives would be meaningless. The main reason History repeats itself is because practically no one ever lives long enough to remember what actually happened, and the written History of our world has never been accurate, even before the internet ever existed.

This is why we must constantly, critically think for ourselves at all times. Everything we are exposed to online and via TV must be taken with a grain of salt, especially during wartime. Are there still people in the world who don’t at all use social media except WordPress, or don’t use cell phones or have cable or stream programs? You bet your ass there are! I am one of them. I digest printed books and published e-books exclusively. Sure, it leaves me feeling a bit lonely. But I can guarantee you that I am not in the slightest bit confused about a single thing in my life. I am ready to Ascend to the next level. Are you? -MIKE EYE


One should not necessarily take to heart everything that is read online, including this article. But these Words do Truly come from my heart. Here are a bunch of recent photos of my dog Frankie and Eye. Peace to all of you! Love, Mike Eye.

Welcome, New Friends, to that Nightmare Future we Knew would Someday Come.

“Please Remember, Your Smile and Good Feeling can Help Others in Many Ways.” –Dr. E. Shan Tang, local holistic doctor in Boston’s Allston neighborhood.

Mind Over Matter in 2022

Viruses that attack the human Body can be strong. But not nearly as strong as the human Mind.

A big secret that is fully kept from the general world populations is that it is fully possible for any human being to fully, continuously deflect any virus from their Body with their Mind. You simply don’t need anything else to do this except your Mind.

How is this possible? Let me tell you.

First off, before we even start to begin exploring this natural human phenomenon gifted to us from the gods, and in order to prevent self-sabotage down the line, it is absolutely essential for you to immediately cancel your cable television and radio subscriptions as well as to start to limit your internet use to no more than an hour per day, total. Accomplishing this for at least 28 full days functions as a pre-cleansing to the initial process.

The first thing that is absolutely necessary in order to be able to successfully deflect viruses from your Body with your Mind is to start training yourself, with thought-provoking books, music, and all sorts of art, to completely rid yourself of FEAR. Your genes will start to adapt and your immunity will strengthen. A perfect, modern-day example of a song guiding you away from Fear is TOOL‘s Fear Inoculum, from their 7th album, FEAR INOCULUM. Although easier said than done, this step is the vital prerequisite required to even begin thinking of proceeding to the next level.

Once you are free from Distraction and Fear, the fun can begin. You, yes you, can feel excited to now embrace your life as truly your own. Despite all having the same humanity, we humans are all our own unique snowflakes, each on our own different paths, and each having the natural capability to be able to think for ourselves. No one has the right to force you to think or do anything that you don’t believe or want to do. This, however, comes with some unpleasant consequences; you will, for a time, feel isolated and become unpopular among the majority of your peers, as well as start to be ridiculed by many people on a daily basis. But, as relapse is necessary for the full recovery of an alcoholic, this is an essential step in awakening to who you truly are while at the same time being consciously present in your current life on the face of this dying Earth.

Which is exactly what you need in order to be able to start to actively deflect any virus from your Body with your Mind. If you have somehow been able to reach this point unscathed, the next thing to tackle may be the most difficult for the majority of people reading this.

Unless you live in a deep, magical underground cavern apart from world societies, I can hereby guarantee you that, after achieving this level of consciousness and lifestyle, 99.9% of the people with whom you converse with on a daily basis will not hesitate to tell you that they think you are now full-blown crazy. Because the majority of people living in societies nowadays will never reach this level of self-awareness. Although, once again, dealing with this is much easier said than done, it is actually a symptom of you getting closer to your true, best self, which in turn strengthens your Mind to be able to deflect viruses. In addition to this, if you read real stories about how humans became gods, like the seminal Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse, for example, you will start to notice how the strength of your Mind can literally overcome physical matter. Awakening to your Mind in this manner, which involves active, directional application and facilitation of your own Mental Waves is the final step in learning how to block any virus, natural or man-made. As well as bringing into your strength and awareness so much more than that.

This part, which isn’t really the last part, but is only just the beginning of you learning how to conquer your reality and reverse your aging, is by far the most complex. In the height of individual human awareness, one comes to realize that our human thoughts, in conjunction with the present thoughts of animals and plants, as well as the cosmic dynamics of the celestial elements of our Solar System, literally make manifest everything that physically happens in our world. In actuality, we are all latent, downed Superstars from Supernovae, enjoying our individual and collective human lives on Mother Earth, while preparing for our astral journey back into those Stars. What you’re reading is not Science Fiction. You are not crazy. Those who don’t recognize and try to achieve the important, real information in this article will be destined to die of viruses and have more reincarnations on this planet, and during times that may be far worse to our present-day. But maybe that’s what you need. Or, just maybe, it’s what you now have the tools to overcome. Mass Peace. -MIKE EYE

A 2022 Check-In; Waking Up To What We Predicted.

I understand that my views are not popular, but for those few followers I have on WordPress who may be interested in my take on all this political bullshit that has come to light, here goes. I’ll keep this one simple in order to stay out of the highlights of political trends, because, unlike the “social” norm (which isn’t the least bit social), I have little regard for what “everyone else” is talking about.

First of all, political parties are, were, and always will be only as trustworthy to its members as the Mafia or pimps of prostitutes; meaning that they can be incredibly trustworthy at times to them, but times are always changing with the culture, which is now run by the internet, which has in turn been hijacked by disinformation and even downright lies which even sometimes double as “fact-check sites,” so we can then logically conclude that they are at least mostly NOT based on facts.

The main thing that is going on now in America is that leading Communists (yes, I said Communists), like trump and his Russian cronies (the association of which is a REAL THING, not an anti-propaganda campaign) erroneously assume that “Socialism,” which they are deathly afraid of, is virtually identical to what they believe to be Communism (which is NOT the case here in the U.S.). Thus, in their hijacked minds, the only way to fight “Socialism” is to convert Capitalists into Fascists, which is working exceedingly well. At the same time, whether conscious of it or not, they are attempting to FOOL U.S. citizens into believing that Communism is actually Fascism (which has also proved an incredibly easy thing to do). And, since Congress has an identical social dynamic to high school cliques, most Republicans in office, like high school students, therefore also fear rejection and Socialism just as trump and the Russians do, who are in fact Communist, not Fascist.

The fact is that, in his distorted mind, trump actually believes that he is Fascist, pretending to be Capitalist, but in reality, is truly Communist. A new kind of corrupt Communist, for sure, but Communist, nevertheless. THAT is why this whole thing is so damn confusing. Not to mention he has exposed his wanna-be Fascist, fake Capitalist, Communist followers for what they truly are.

Of course, it’s a bit more convoluted than that, but in keeping things as straightforward and truthful as possible, it really is as simple as that.

If you think about it this way, it all makes perfect sense. You just need to think for yourself in order to realize it.

My main message here to my readers is to never fall into a mold, no matter how gung-ho you are about any attractive ideology, because, if you do, the rapid changes in our culture will soon come back to bite you in the ass. Be progressive while also being proactive because “progression” is now expanding at an exponential rate, due to the elemental entity that has taken over, which we ultimately have little to no control over.

The absolute best thing anyone reading this can do in my opinion to better the state of affairs today is to continue to stay true to what you learned reading real books before the internet was declassified from the military in 1990, and during the 90s before the internet was what it is today. If you’re Gen-Z, read your parents’ and family members’ physical books. Actually LISTEN to and read along with the lyrics of Rage Against the Machine as you listen. They couldn’t be more relevant today. Try to be nice to the people you thought you related to, and if they are not responsive, leave them alone for now, as difficult as it may be. And never, never let anyone or anything convince you that you are wrong about your convictions. Because you are not. Mass Peace. -MIKE EYE

Frankie and Eye at the Park this Fall.

Unique, Artful Fans of Perpetual Super-Life on Our Earth Everlasting, Please Join Me NOW in Tuning Your Minds to the 13:20 Harmonic Module!

Okay! We are now well submerged within the Dark Murk of the oversaturated, hyper-imposed back-streams of bio-psychic toxic waste left in the cybernetic Wake of the numerous warring factions’ competition for ultimate control in multimedia disinformation campaigns on this sad, sad thing we call the internet. Now, we separate, truly independently-minded Indigo Children of Generations X, Y, & Z (about 0.008% of the remaining original 12-Tribe population of the 3rd Seeding through Amenti) are left treading against this brutally bitter Kold Kurrent of Khaos amid Kovid, our enthusiastic devotion to making a perfect landing on the Other Side conjuring up archaic creative energy that is now factoring to a Spark, by Time, and currently bringing about our new, wonderful, and psycho-harmonic Peaceful future of divine utopian alignment into the present light.

Eye ask all you relentless truth-seeking Readers of Dark Esoterika now a question through the Throat Chakra. Alas, this will reach your present Conscious Mind through Wyrds derived of the Solar Logos Seen by your Eyes instead of Heard by your Ears, and be projected through the technosphere on the cybernet to be read by You high, spiritual WordPress readers and bloggers aiming to connect to like-minded intellectual individuals of the modern world who are working to make a positive difference in the new psychozoic æra of the Noosphere, made miraculously manifest Now!

Who’s with me!?

All we need is 144,000 Indigos in the Field activating their Flame NOW with at least 4 or more strands of consciously-assembled DNA reclaimed by symbol Light Codes of coincided Sacred Geometry at the relevant coordinates of Gaia. I.E. if you have the slightest klue as to what I’m talkin’ about, get the fuck out there and start doing the final intended Wyrk!

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Please Like & Comment now on this here post to let me know you guys are IN with getting Mindful of the telepathic frequencies streaming to us from Sirius B-52 via the GM108X Galactic Mayan Mind Stream. We People of OMA [Original Matrix Attained*] are Mindfully now constructing and illuminating the circumpolar rainbow bridge of the Noosphere!

Again, who’s with me!? This is a roll call! State your name and location below! Mass Peace, everybody. -MIKE EYE / ☠ darkesoterika.com

*Activation and 7-directional multidimensional application of the Holomind Perceiver codes received by Volam Votan (José Arguelles), Closer of the Cycle, who’s Essence Ascended in 2011, just prior to the Timeship Launch 2013+ in order to officially esotericaly initiate the long-awaited next Cycle of Creation. José Arguelles was the very man who initiated the most momentous, seminal Harmonic Convergence of 1987.

LAST STEP TO THE FIFTH WORLD.

Eye was born in the USA, in 1983, 2 months before the Montauk “Project” was initiated.

In 2003, at the age of 20, I was in college, working at a tea bar, and recording drumkit and vocal sessions in the studio at my school, happy as all hell and everything was wonderful. I had been HARD into writing hip-hop and slam poetry, and had recently received a HUGE dose of highly spiritual inspiration; my writing had improved exponentially between ’99 and ’02, and people were noticing. But then suddenly the source of influence for all of my writing completely disappeared, very rapidly, out of the blue, and it has baffled me ever since. To this day, despite having written and published an incredibly unique allegorical, archetypal Sci-Fi/Fantasy novel written during 2011, ’12, & ’13, I have still been unable to distribute and sell any copies of it properly, which has nevertheless been my “career” this past decade. And yet, it has never been able to offer me any fruits of labor, whatsoever, not even One Poisoned Apple.

Looking into it for years, I found out in 2010 that in 2003, both the magnetic and electrical peaks of an 80-year dimensional blend project had occurred within 3 months of each other, and the alignment with the signets of Earth’s Templar (12-dimensional matrix) was both naturally and artificially connected to our current timeline on Earth via both naturally-occurring and forcefully-directed higher-dimensional frequencies resonating throughout our Harmonic Universes in Krystal and Fibonacci spirals (see below). It is also important to note that 2003 was also the year that the much-beloved Dimebag Darrell Abbott of the infamous PANTERA was assassinated on the anniversary of John Lennon’s assassination, effectively ending the Nü Metal wave that was started by Korn in 1994 (the same year Kurt Cobain blew his brains out with a shotgun, effectively ending the Grunge scene.) Thank you greatly to all of the real Lightworkers who grounded the Earth’s frequency with their bodies at the location of the Arc Planetary Seed Atom (APSA) at that time in Southern France. Without your help, the planet would have undoubtedly suffered major “natural” disasters, the Tribulations having initiated on Earth 20 years sooner. That’s why SARS (the Virus that causes Covid-19) was engineered and ready to infect the masses in 2003, but there was a problem — one more piece of the puzzle needed to be solved before wrapping this all up.

Something seriously Intense was needed in this dimensional blend experiment that peaked energetically in 2003, which E’Asha Melchizedek (formerly Ashayana Deane, MCEO* Speaker 1) calls Hetharo (electric) / Hethalon (magnetic). Using the natural frequencies of our solar system’s planets’ processions in relation to Earth, and in conjunction with Venus transits in particular, as well as Earth’s lunar phases (remember that Venus is still in anti-phase to Earth), all connected to the artificial holes in timespace/spacetime that were ripped open by both the Philadelphia Experiment (1943) as well as the Montauk Project (1983), the close of the full 80-year experiment would need to occur to set everything in motion for the true Apocalypse. Just in time for my 40th Birthday.

That is why I am writing this article. I have just received Word from my channels that in 2023, there will be a “perfect storm” of events occurring simultaneously: Venus’s Pentagonal Alignment with Hetharo / Hethalon (which I call the H Event, referencing the TOOL song) in conjunction with CERN’s large hadron collider outputting 14 TeV, will initiate an intimate connection, and an apocalyptic conclusion, to the high degree of coupling frequencies still emitting from both heinous occurrences of the Phi-Ex & Montauk Project.

Which brings us to the ultimate lyrical meaning of TOOL‘s “Descending,” off their latest, most incredible 7th album, FEAR INOCULUM [2019]. I tend to think this is a song about the collective unconscious of humanity finally experiencing the certain onset of the prophesied Trials and Tribulations — the last stand Humanity will have to make against false idols, corrupt governments, distorted religions, and unreal “History.” Maynard James Keenan, like E’Asha Melchizedek, is a true modern-day prophet, here to guide true Angelic 12-strand, 12-Tribe human beings of the 3rd Seeding to the 5th World of the 2nd Harmonic Universe, Tara — Future Earth, which will now be accessible to us by August 13th, 2023 (dimensions 4, 5, & 6). Only remaining vigilant, mindful, and WITHOUT FEAR can we, as a human race, Ascend to the next level, and each become Kryst for Ourselves. Mass Peace. -MIKE EYE / darkesoterika.com

Happy Full Moon and upcoming Autumnal Equinox 2021, everybody, and I’ll See You with bong in hand on the Other Side in 2023, awaiting the arrival of Hitler and the grey Zetas!


*MCEO = Melchizedek Cloister Emerald Orderthe true modern-day, non-dogmatic Freedom Teachings based on the original Law of One, originally used in Atlantian & Mu societies [this is not at all related Drunvalo Melchizedek, & his Flower of Life Facilitation; E’Asha conducts Kathara Healing 12-Tree workshops based on Keylontic Science]

I leave you with the full details of How To Unlock Your True Self and Save Humanity NOW:

RESIDENT EVIL : VILLAGE : A Truly Dark, Creepy Adventure [PS4]

Okay, guys, I’m not gonna even give an intro spew-rant, Eye just wanna quickly introduce you all in enthusiasm to just a few of the first exciting, grim, fucked-up images (in screen shots) of the ultra-highly-anticipated Resident Evil 8, the horrifying sequel to RE:7 biohazard (from yours truly).

We find ourselves this time in an intimate PS VR-enabled first-person version of the continuation of not-just-your-average survival action game (albeit, the progenitor in classic post-apocalyptic zombie survival games) that features a lowly, dimb-witted civilian for the first time as a protagonist, instead of one of a slew of veteran Black-Ops Bioweapon mercenaries and/or tactical field specialists experienced in slaying horrific metahuman creatures of Curse and War, as usual (Umbrella, BSAA, RPD, STARS, US FBI, TRICELL). Shout-out to Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, & Leon S. Kennedy!

Ethan Winters is a poor soul in a poor predicament that finds himself in a panicky struggle to rescue his infant daughter, who has just been kidnapped arbitrarily, for some reason, by Chris Redfield of Resident Evil fame, and is now being used in a Dark, secret, zombie-fungus-infested Ritual to serve Mother Miranda, the cordycepts-like Dark Virus Successor to Eveline, of RE:7 fame. (We’re talkin’ E-series viruses, now.)

Lotta absurdly farfetched, dark and twisted, and just straight-downright bizarre, fucked-up shit happenin’ in this game, I’ll tell ya straight-up, and that’s a good thing. I’ll start you guys off with some of the best personal action-shots I managed to capture of my plays through this incredibly exciting, always-creepy game! [RE:8] -MIKE EYE

HAPPY SUMMER 2021, FROM CAPE COD, MASSACHUSETTS and DARK ESOTERIKA!

Greetings! 🏞

I DO sure hope all you free-thinking risk-takers, trail hoppers, and bookworm buddies of mine following Dark Esoterika are havin’ a joyous, epik Summer!

Remember, the best way to get your creative juices and positive vibes flowing is to continue to stay true to that most mindfully-constructed Inner Self Complex of yours regardless of all those other strong, intrusive energies that try to penatrate it, while at the same time still considering what these energies may have to offer you at some other time down the Path.

I SURELY know this is easier said than done — try singing a sad song softly close to the forested Earth by a moving stream for a bit, and then come back twenty-eight days later, and do it again at the same time, no matter what the weather. It’s much easier to connect with yourself, your thoughts, and Nature when examining all sides of yourself, as they stare looking back at You. Being in the Moment is not a momentary thing; Awareness is constantly continuous, endlessly retrievable and transmissional, in the Consciousness of Now, for every moment. -MIKE EYE 🔥

Frankie & Eye at the Beach Summer 2021

The Wonderful Uses of Literary Devices

Literary Devices can make the words of a novel pop up into your head as if you were watching a 3D movie. They can be amazing when well used. Coupled with your imagination, there are no limits to how Literary Devices can enhance the content of a story and make it come alive for you with ultra-realistic fervor. We will eventually discuss some basic applications of Literary Devices in future posts, with examples. As for now, consider this list of the Literary Devices we have at our disposal, and see how many you know already: -MIKE EYE

A

  • Accumulation
  • Acrostic
  • Active Voice
  • Ad Hominem
  • Adage
  • Adynaton
  • Allegory
  • Alliteration
  • Allusion
  • Ambiguity
  • Amplification
  • Anachronism
  • Anacoluthon
  • Anadiplosis
  • Anagnorisis
  • Anagram
  • Analogy
  • Analytical Essay
  • Anapest
  • Anaphora
  • Anecdote
  • Antagonist
  • Antanaclasis
  • Antecedent
  • Anthimeria
  • Anthology
  • Anthropomorphism
  • Anti-Climax
  • Anti-Hero
  • Antimetabole
  • Antiphrasis
  • Antistrophe
  • Antithesis
  • Aphorism
  • Aphorismus
  • Aporia
  • Aposiopesis
  • Apostrophe
  • Appositive
  • Archaism
  • Archetype
  • Argument
  • Argumentative Essay
  • Aside
  • Assertion
  • Assonance
  • Asyndeton
  • Atmosphere
  • Attitude
  • Audience
  • Auditory Imagery
  • Autobiography

B

  • Balanced Sentence
  • Ballad
  • Bandwagon
  • Bathos
  • Bias
  • Bildungsroman
  • Biography
  • Black Humor
  • Blank Verse

C

  • Cacophony
  • Cadence
  • Caesura
  • Canon
  • Canto
  • Caricature
  • Catachresis
  • Catalog
  • Catastrophe
  • Catharsis
  • Cause and Effect Essay
  • Character
  • Characterization
  • Chiasmus
  • Circumlocution
  • Claim
  • Cliché
  • Cliffhanger
  • Climax
  • Coherence
  • Colloquialism
  • Comedy
  • Comic Relief
  • Comparatives
  • Comparison
  • Comparison and Contrast Essay
  • Conceit
  • Concession
  • Conflict
  • Connotation
  • Consonance
  • Context
  • Contrast
  • Couplet
  • Critical Essay
  • Critique
  • Cumulative Sentence

D

  • Dactyl
  • Deductive Reasoning
  • Denotation
  • Denouement
  • Deus Ex Machina
  • Diacope
  • Dialect
  • Dialogue
  • Diatribe
  • Dichotomy
  • Diction
  • Didacticism
  • Digression
  • Dilemma
  • Direct Characterization
  • Discourse
  • Dissonance
  • Distortion
  • Doppelganger
  • Double Entendre
  • Drama
  • Dramatic Irony
  • Dramatic Monologue
  • Dynamic Character
  • Dysphemism
  • Dystopia

E

  • Elegy
  • Elision
  • Ellipsis
  • End Rhyme
  • End-Stopped Line
  • Enjambment
  • Enthymeme
  • Enumeration
  • Epic
  • Epigram
  • Epigraph
  • Epilogue
  • Epiphany
  • Epiphora
  • Epistle
  • Epistolary
  • Epistrophe
  • Epitaph
  • Epithet
  • Epizeuxis
  • Eponym
  • Eristic
  • Essay
  • Ethos
  • Eulogy
  • Euphemism
  • Euphony
  • Evidence
  • Exact Rhyme
  • Exaggeration
  • Exemplum
  • Existentialism
  • Expletive
  • Explication
  • Explicatory Essay
  • Exposition
  • Expository Essay
  • Extended Metaphor
  • External Conflict
  • Eye Rhyme

F

  • Fable
  • Fairy Tale
  • Fallacy
  • Falling Action
  • Fantasy
  • Farce
  • Feminine Rhyme
  • Fiction
  • Figurative Language
  • Figure of Speech
  • Flash-Forward
  • Flashback
  • Flat Character
  • Foil
  • Folklore
  • Foot
  • Foreshadowing
  • Frame Story
  • Free Verse

G

  • Genre

H

  • Haiku
  • Half Rhyme
  • Hamartia
  • Hero
  • Homily
  • Homograph
  • Homophone
  • Hook
  • Hubris
  • Humor
  • Hyperbaton
  • Hyperbole
  • Hypophora
  • Hypotaxis
  • Hypothetical Question

I

  • Iamb
  • Iambic Pentameter
  • Idiom
  • Illusion
  • Imagery
  • Imperative Sentence
  • Implied Metaphor
  • In Medias Res
  • Inciting Incident
  • Induction
  • Inference
  • Innuendo
  • Internal Rhyme
  • Intertextuality
  • Invective
  • Inversion
  • Irony
  • Isocolon

J

  • Jargon
  • Juxtaposition

K

  • Kenning
  • Kinesthesia

L

  • Lampoon
  • Legend
  • Limerick
  • Line Break
  • Litotes
  • Logos
  • Lyric
  • Lyric Poem

M

  • Main Idea
  • Malapropism
  • Maxim
  • Meiosis
  • Melodrama
  • Memoir
  • Metalepsis
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W

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Z

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MY [LAST OF US PART II] VIDEO GAMEPLAY SHOWCASE, Exhibit F.

More sick The Last of Us Part II shots of mine. This was an incredibly enjoyable, totally epic, realistic video game, and was a complete thrill to play! And the gameplay is tight and smooth. This game also features some of the best graphics I’ve seen on the PS4, and I will be uploading prime screenshots from this game soon. I’ve noticed the uploads of HD videos on WordPress dramatically reduce the quality, so I would recommend you either download or ask me for copies of the original — Thanx!

EYE SERIOUSLY APPRECIATE AND LOVE YOU ALL, SUPPORTERS OF DARK ESOTERIKA, AND THE SECOND PART OF MY SEQUEL TO THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION WILL BE BLOGGED & PUBLISHED SOON! -MIKE EYE

MY [LAST OF US PART II] VIDEO GAMEPLAY SHOWCASE, Exhibit E.

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Here are some seriously intense video clips from The Last of Us Part II played by yours truly as Abby of the WLF faction. The Wolves have been competing with the Seraphites for control of Seattle in a post-pandemic, post-apocalyptic world; all of the police have either been killed or joined the Wolves. But when Abby is almost hung and gutted by the religious Seraphites, she is saved by a young boy Lev, and his sister, who had been ousted by the Seraphites, and the leader of the Wolves soon catches Abby affiliating herself with the “Scars,” as the Wolves call them. With Lev now a resented apostate, and Abby forced to defect from the Wolves, she and Lev eventually travel to Santa Barbara where the remnants of the Fireflies are supposed to be located, after Ellie kills Abby’s friends in anger over Ellie’s horrible loss of Joel. -MIKE EYE

PS. There will be one more post of cool videos from The Last of Us Part II coming up!

MY [LAST OF US PART II] VIDEO GAMEPLAY SHOWCASE, Exhibit D.

Getting behind the guns and huge arms of Joel’s killer, Abby, from The Last of Us Part II, gives the player different weapons and techniques, and allows you to also get inside the head of one of the game’s most brutal antagonists. Yes, she has a story of her own, and is actually a high-ranking member of Seattle’s Washington Liberation Front (WLF) who’s life gets saved by dissident ex-members of the primitive Seraphite faction, and ends up becoming a post-apocalyptic rogue outcast herself. Enjoy these short, badass video clips! -MIKE EYE

MY [LAST OF US PART II] VIDEO GAMEPLAY SHOWCASE, Exhibit C.

Here are more totally badass video clips of me tactically slaying vicious, poor cordycepts-controlled zombies in The Last of Us Part II as the passionate and vengeful young Ellie, on a mission to bring down Abby. This very well-made game was incredibly fun and exciting to play, and I hope my blog readers of Dark Esoterika have fun watching these PS4 clips of my Last of Us Part II highlight reel! You’re Welcome! 😜 -MIKE EYE

MY [LAST OF US PART II] VIDEO GAMEPLAY SHOWCASE, Exhibit B.

Now, here are some of my short, exciting, scary and wonderful video highlights as Ellie from The Last of Us II, exploring Seattle and taking out various stages of the cordycepts-infected as well as uninfected enemy faction members. I will make another post after this one featuring more videos of my high achievements with Ellie, and then make a few posts with videos of me as Abby, who is stronger and even better equipped to deal with zombies than Ellie is. Enjoy! -MIKE EYE

MY [LAST OF US PART II] VIDEO GAMEPLAY SHOWCASE, Exhibit A.

After having had a blast playing through the highly anticipated PS4 game multiple times, and after reviewing and editing my personal video clips from it, I am now ready to showcase my Last of Us II big survival action highlight videos for the world to see!

For those who were unaware, this action survival game sequel is the second installment in another highly emotional, yet also grisly, and most thrilling adventure that takes place in a post-pandemic, post-apocalyptic United States where most people have either died or have transmuted into various stages of sneaky, vicious feral zombies, due to the Outbreak of a cordycepts brain infection that has wiped out most of the world’s population. The last non-infected survivors of the US eventually dismantle all law-enforcement and split into separate warring factions that patrol the now destroyed and empty lands for supplies or other survivors.

In the first game, 14-year old Ellie, seemingly the only survivor to be naturally immune to the virus, was being trafficked by members of the Fireflies faction across the country to be used, and then killed, to make a vaccine to the cordycepts. But Joel, the man charged with taking her on this trek to the Fireflies hospital base for the operation, was not about to let that happen once he found out it would kill her; not after the powerful bond they had made on their journey there, and how much Ellie reminded him of his own daughter, who had been tragically killed by quarantine zone feds.

In the second game, Joel is killed for being the one to ruin any chance of there being a vaccine for the virus, and Ellie, severely emotionally distraught after witnessing his brutal murder, goes on a quest for revenge to take out Joel’s killer, Abby, of the WLF faction, who’s father was the doctor to perform Ellie’s operation in the first game, and was killed by Joel to save Ellie’s life. As a player, you get to control Joel, Ellie, and Abby at different times throughout the game. The bond Ellie and Joel make over the years is extraordinarily adorable and incredibly powerful, and it is so wonderful to be a part of it as a player. This special bond has also become beloved among countless Last of Us fans around the world, and has even spawned a TV show based on the game on HBO that is already amassing fans.

I’ll begin my Last of Us II showcase with this first post, not of me stealthily evading and taking down infected zombies yet, but of a cut-scene of a flashback from when Joel thoughtfully takes Ellie to a science and nature museum for her birthday. Remember, these are post-apocalyptic times in a fictional US, and there is nobody around and nothing to do anymore. -MIKE EYE

A special birthday for Ellie.

THIS NEW DEFINING YEAR 2020 🌪🌪


 

Hello hard bloggers of the real and the intense. 🔥

Eye am back to DARKESOTERIKA after an interesting, most enriching time running KULLING VOICES for several months, a kontroversial faKebook TOOL group I created to virtually monitor the most anticipated FEAR INOCULUM U.S. TOUR 2019.

Eye was kurrently flourishing with much Winter excitement, kulling rewarding opportunities amid a snowy bounty of high-yield, all-natural white inspiration at Killington Resort in Vermont, February 2020, lining up my loving passion in hopes of reaping more relentless results for the sequel to The Aqueous Transmission this defining year of my writing career, and of all lives.

Welkome, friends. And stay awhile. ☆☆☆☆☆

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BOSTON CALLING 2020 MUSIC FESTIVAL RIGHT HERE @ HARVARD FEATURING A REUNITED RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE, FOO FIGHTERS, & RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS 🔥

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A QUICK VISIT TO ANDROMEDA

 

 

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Slowly rising out of her unconsciousness, the little snake shuddered as she tried to shake off her immense dreariness, noticing at Once that the last time she had felt this Lightheaded was when she didn’t even have a Head. She was packed in tightly somewhere, buried deep among countless forms that matched hers. She realized something bad had happened to her; most of her memory seemed so distant she thought she may now be living a new life.

But she wasn’t, she realized, after a few unsteady moments. She had been taken from her best friend and fellow neurobiological counterpart, how long ago she hadn’t the slightest clue, but as the clearness of her memories sharpened slightly, Amrita could not mistake the stark sense of déjà vu that struck her. She had been here before, she realized ironically, in the face of not yet remembering how she even got there. It was long ago, she realized, and she had been caught up in the same messy mix with other snakes all slopped together in what seemed to be some sort of satchel.

Amrita started to slither her way free of all the others pressed about her, but as she tried to go any further upward she felt a softening of the response-time of her efforts, her motor skills having somehow become dramatically weakened. With difficulty, the snake started to slowly move as it attempted slithering past all that confined her within. The other snakes she was contained with seemed to be dead or at least unconscious like she had been; none of them moved.

As Amrita quietly poked her tiny dirtied head out at the surface of her soup bowl of serpents, she just as soon remembered she had originally been placed in a glass box, as she found herself dumbly looking directly at it across from her. But her thoughts about what exactly had happened to her quickly diminished as the background of where she was came painfully to the forefront of her gaze.

 

 

 

In the near distance were at least fifty short, hairy, and nude men who all looked quite similar, all clustered together in a cloud of slight snorts and sharp moans before the wizened guru who stood blindfolded, wrapped in his long, flowing grey robes against all his brothers and sons with the almighty Staff of Lachrylon raised Highly in One hand and his mysterious bottomless drinking gourd beared by the other. He was feeding and blessing these men with his eternal magic water, which fully provided them with all the right nutrients they would need to survive, Amrita Knew.

As curious as she was about what was happening before her, Amrita remembered that she had been taken captive and was now resenting the old man for it. This was her chance to make a break for it and slither away before anyone noticed her escaping. But before she did, her curiosity convinced her to spy out this spectacle a moment longer.

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Al Rodnam, although short himself, stood tall over all the little mysteriously shrunken Gilded Grunts, who were slightly jostling about in mixed confusion beside him and muttering low phrases of gibberish that trailed off into other sporadic outbursts. There was a subtle glow about the Grunts as they Received the special Water, and slight sparkles of stardust slowly beamed off their inquiring Heads with a blinding arc at the sheen. And as Amrita was watching this, she made a disturbing connection.

These were the Gilded Grunts — some of the only men left on the planet since Mother Magdalena had followed the mystic’s orders and chopped off their…

These here were not snakes at all she was packed within.

In a flash of an instant — almost in the same moment she realized it — Amrita shot out of the bag of dicks and made a break for it, shaking off the pestilence that had fastened a quick grip on her.

But it was no use.

“Ahh, there you are!” she could hear the old man cry in the distance as she felt herself being raised into the air and brought toward him, her efforts at defying his clutch of magick futile. “I was wondering when you’d arise!”

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Amrita panicked as she was being brought towards Al Rodnam, squirming with all her might in an attempt to escape his hold, but as she floated involuntarily up to his Head, the old mystic attempted to put her at ease.

“There, there,” he soothed part-mockingly with his Voice and one cocked eyebrow before casting aside all speech for telepathy. “I can also communicate with you like this,” he said matter-of-factly with bold emphasis.

“Let go of me!” Amrita shot back telepathically, hisses escaping her mouth with a forked-tongue fury. “I know. Fuck You, old man! I’m still furious with you for turning me into a snake! Release me at once!”

“Oh? I thought you would be delighted to return back to your true form and mingle with those of your shape and nature,” said Al Rodnam with a wink as he fastened her with a locking sound about the crown of his Head. “Besides… Lina, myself, and these Grunts here need you to Be this way. As do the Hawks and All of Bry Dellows and the planet Urth. I also Know that You Know this is So.” He pointed to all the little hairy, retarded old men as they dumbly looked back at Amrita who couldn’t at all move her Body as much as she tried. “Come with me,” stated the old man to the poor snake as if she had a choice to do so.

 

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Al Rodnam brought Amrita down a dusty path that was bordered mindfully with glowing rune-marked stones at its edges that gave off a faint phosphorescence upon the approach of the old mystic.

Then Amrita heard the squeals.

Just ahead, the trapped serpent so hexed who now functioned as the mystic’s halo noticed very obviously where Al Rodnam had brought their transmuting unicorn friend from Agartha to be duplicated for Loombug food. As they passed, Amrita could see countless hairy hogs pigging around fastidiously in a wood-fashioned sty that was also littered with runes all over.

“Thank you for bringing me your friend,” the mystic motioned with one hand to the sty. “As I mentioned, I was able to duplicate him to the correct number as needed by the Loombugs for survival after I am gone and will no longer be able to bestow upon them my magickal sustenance.”

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“Gone?” asked Amrita, surprised, still resentful. “You’re leaving?” she asked in an annoyed voice.

“Soon,” said the old man as he continued past the noisy pig pen to the edge of his camp. “But first, we must do something important.”

“I’m not doing anything for you!” exclaimed Amrita, affectionately offended. “You turned my friend into a pig!”

“I did not,” replied Al Rodnam carefully. “The surface world’s environment transformed him to something useful.”

“Something useful?” bellowed the serpent in indignation, “The same way I’m being useful to you?”

“Precisely!” the old man stated as he came to a halt.

He waited several moments more before again taking up the Staff of Lachrylon, softly muttering some indiscernible phrases as he waved it around before him. The Staff flared to life, hot orange streaks flooding out of the runes on it in waves, a fire ripping open an electrically charged circle around them. It lit up the environment in a burst, catching Amrita off-guard, as if she could guard herself, anyway. The mystic made another full fiery arch above his head with the Staff in One full swoop that left trails of blue electric shocks in its Wake. Then he tapped the Staff against the Stuck Amrita on his Head Four Times, and by the fourth tap, they had already transported to a different location.

Spread out wide and far were gentle rolling pastures of grassless Soil dotted sparsely with small huts, the materials of its design undeterminable by Amrita. Encasing everything all around the mute pastures was Diamond Glass held in place by titanium alloy, the glitter of zillions of Stars, Nebulae, and Aurorae spilling through the crystal-clear glass and illuminating the entirety of the outpost most brilliantly in a flush of celestial glister.

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“I know you know this place,” Al Rodnam stated calmly.

The serpent on his head rolled around her eye sockets. “The Andromeda Biodome. But why?!”

“You Know Why, Amrita. To keep our boys ready to be reaping the Space-Grain that will One Day be sprouted here to keep the Blood-Pigs fed so the Loombugs can eat. We need many Loombugs alive, Rita.”

“Yes. And permanent sustenance for them. Once you’re gone,” Amrita remembered telepathically aloud. The man turned around and with him, Amrita, and the snake were surprised to see that all the Gilded Grunts of Bry Dellows had followed them through the portal to the Andromeda Biodome. “It’s True, I Know that the Loombugs must be fed and kept safe, multiplying to the utmost in order to eventually give birth to more Hankerhawks, which Lina needs to have her Revelation, I Know.” Her pupils were not only fully dilated but spinning around in continuum, one counterclockwise to the other.

“But there are very few men left in Bry Dellows and our jarred rations of sperm are running thin, old man. You said you must go from Bry Dellows. As of now, we have managed to Spawn only Four Hankerhawks… we need eight more until they can Combine with Lina. The prospects of our highly-populated Imagined future appear grim. Will You leave Us no sperm?”

“I have no more to give,” Al Rodnam stated simply with wide eyes and matter-of-factly, quickly changing the subject before Amrita could interject. “I brought our Grunts, who have all been Gilded by our Mother Magdalena, Here to this High Kusp of galactic hallways, inside a hidden pocket of time-space.”

 

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“I Know about the Andromeda Biodome,” declared Amrita willfully. “Why do you bring me here, old man?”

“To return this to you,” he stated calmly, and after several gags he mindfully regurgitated out from his mouth something small and sparkly, drenched in mystikal Saliva. It was Magdalena’s Amulet which he had been saving inside himself until this moment here and now, She Knew. It had somehow transformed into an Emerald, and Amrita couldn’t understand.

“I don’t under—“

“Shhh,” the mystic whispered to the snake. “Sure you do.” And with that he held the shimmering Emerald against Amrita, who remained locked atop his head. It fixed into place with a *shluckk* sound and a huge splash of green lit Amrita up.

“Let’s go back to Bry Dellows,” said Al Rodnam. “We’ll leave the Grunts be for the moment.

Amrita, amid the feeling of intense euphoria, felt also climactically invulnerable as the old man passed through the space-time rip that had been left open and entered his camp at Bry Dellows Once again.

It was nighttime and the Moon was Full but not white, returned to a deep, familiar tone of thick burgundy that flooded the dusky depths of the Hollow with a pale, bloody flush.

“We’ll leave this artificial wormhole opened for the time being,” he said matter-of-factly. “I have engineered it to only work with the Grunts from now on.

“Now. Go and tell Magdalena what I have told you. By the time she hears what you have to say, I will be Gone.”

With another loud *schluck* sound, Amrita was removed from the mystic’s head and set free upon the ground, the green sheen diminishing abruptly with the cease of the sound.

Amrita slithered as fast as she could all the way to Mother Magdalena’s campsite.

 

IF YOU’VE ENJOYED THIS SHIT, PLEASE LIKE IT & SHARE IT. THANK YOU. -MIKE EYE 🤘 💜 🌌

RIDING THE WAVES OF CREATION WITH TOOL

 

Readers and Bloggers of DARK ESOTERIKA, Eye Thank You Deeply Yet Again for Taking the Second of A Day Now to Transcend Ultimately for the Last Time With Me.

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As Ewe all No, Eye Am bred from (a) TOOL. Or, rather, I Resonate most strongly with the same “Kreation Wave” interference patterns as the members and most fans of TOOL do. Dr. Carl Johan Calleman, known prolifically as one of the “main proponents of the idea that the Mayan calendar reflects the evolution of consciousness,” boldly purports a kompelling modern-day theory also held by many other modern-day ‘mystery school’ facilitators and spiritualist groups commonly come to be Known as the Fractal-Holographic Model. As Calleman explains in his awesome recently released book (2016), The Nine Waves of Creation: Quantum Physics, Holographic Evolution, and the Destiny of Humanity, “This theory entails an entirely new way of approaching the betterment of humanity…

 

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FEAR INOCULUM

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I got into TOOL in 1996 when AENIMA came out. I was the perfect age to be woken up by this album — 13. The rest is history. I consider myself as hard a TOOL fan I could possibly be, having been born in ‘83; as soon as I hit puberty, I got into Rock and Metal music, and into TOOL in particular. At the time, in ‘96, I habitually listened to my local alt-rock station, WAAF, which actually played not just Rock, but Metal regularly throughout the ‘90’s. During the reign of AENIMA, almost every song from the album was played on that station, including not just Stinkfist, H, 46 &2, & Aenema, but also Eulogy, Pushit, and Third Eye. Jimmy would be the only exclusion.

Not that it mattered. I had already bought the album the day after I had first seen the Stinkfist video on MTV (although for some shady reason, it was referred to as “Song 1” only on MTV at the time, not the radio) and had already been studying it deeply, always making sure to listen to it from start to finish. I had NO idea what I had in store for me Once having bought AENIMA for the first time. I remember the physical jewel case of the copy of AENIMA I bought having a peculiar, perfectly cut out smooth puzzle piece in the lower right section.

I always knew it meant something.

Listening to the songs off of AENIMA ripped me a Third Eye and completely enhanced my View on life for so much the better, that by the time LATERALUS dropped in ’01 and I was a senior in high school, it didn’t take me as long to dissect the album as the previous One had. But it still took 6 months at least for the LATERALUS album to be completely absorbed by my inquiring membranes.

In my humble opinion, ladies and gentlemen, it is completely amateur and counterintuitive, not to mention impossible, to write an honest heart-felt review of FEAR INOCULUM this soon. I’m sure most long-time fans would agree. As much as this incredible band has had hard airplay in the past, they were never a “radio band,” which makes their radio feats all the more remarkable. This may be difficult for a traditional millennial to understand, as the internet has completely changed the music industry for the worse since the 90’s.

This beloved, long-awaited new TOOL album will take months to grow on us. It is absolutely incredible and mature. So it will be months from now, I’m afraid, until I give DARK ESOTERIKA’s official review of FEAR INOCULUM because, as with every single other post posted on this website, I want it to be 100% Heart-Felt, and completely genuine.

For now, Chapter 10 will be released soon. As well as my personal current ideas on this shit-culture freaking our children out to be poverty-stricken before the end of the next generation as the POSITIVE outcome for the future, which was yesterday. -MIKE EYE / GO FUCK YOURSELF.KOM

OUT TODAY! America’s Emerging Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers: Northeast Region

I’m happy to have a taste of my next novel published in Z Publishing’s latest installment: America’s Emerging Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers: Northeast Region! Please pickup a copy and support your local talented independent writers today! -MIKE EYE ⊙

 

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The book on Z Publishing’s Website here

THE EPIK WORLD OF DARK ESOTERIKA

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OF INNER EARTH AND SURFACE EARTH

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Chapter 9


Ever since he had first seen her bathing in Agartha’s mystical pond of Rebirth, which glittered most gloriously he now knew, Fletcher Munsin’s sexual fantasies of himself being intimate with this so-called Lady Magdalena had been dominating his adolescent curiosity as he continued to unprovokingly obsess fanatically about her without knowing why. And although he wouldn’t at all understand the intense feelings he was now permanently experiencing day after day like a Kurse of Konfusion during his mostly lonely time in the otherwise deeply pleasurable and clean Inner Earth Underworld, the man would eventually come to discover far too late that he was truly in deep-love-since-first-sight with this ‘kreature from Below,’ as his new unicorn friends would start calling the Mother, after Fletcher Munsin had told them both about her.

The two cute, little white unicorns had warned Fletcher Munsin about the mysterious little Pond and its location, and how dangerous they thought it was — that particular impression being of course afterall the Word of the Woods. But Fletcher Munsin had wanted to See the Pond for himself. After first witnessing the heavenly twinkle glinting off the glare of its surface and how it shimmered, he thought he somehow understood why a human creature so stunningly gorgeous as the Lady Magdalena would be attracted to it. A human creature she was, supposedly. A human creature like he, himself was — supposedly.

The man was intrigued and mesmerized by the Pond. He bathed in its Waters periodically hoping the woman would return, not straightaway feeling anything particularly remarkable about it, but fascinated with it nonetheless. He began keeping most of his time within a Stone’s throw of it, and throw Stones into it he so did throughout the day.

 

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One afternoon, after a month of creeping around sketchily in the area of forest surrounding the Pond, Fletcher Munsin caught sight of Mother Magdalena once again as he inadvertently bore witness to her instantaneously breaking through into the Underworld via a rift he saw suddenly rip open with a sparkle just beside the Pond, depositing Magdalena on the ground nearby it. That rift, when torn open somehow, must be the doorway to what Al Rodnam calls “Surface Urth!” marveled Fletcher Munsin. That other world must be Magdalena’s world. But was Magdalena truly human like Fletcher Munsin apparently was? Considering all he thought and felt about her without even yet meeting her in the flesh, the man was thinking that if he, himself, indeed was in fact human, then she most definitely was as well, although probably the member of a darker-skinned tribe from the one out of twelve the lightly-tan Fletcher Munsin was supposedly a descendent.

Wow, he thought. The man attempted to explain to himself the odd, bizarre feeling of surreal attraction he was experiencing, and failed. The woman had stolen his heart, and he blushed, then grinned, as he privately admitted to himself that he would do absolutely anything to please her. If it were in fact true that she and him were both human, and that humans hailed from Surface Earth, then the so-called Surface Earth is his birthright as much as that of his alleged world in the Sirius Sector! His Imagination spun wild. Did the mystic who manifested me into three-dimensional existence purposefully forgo informing me of this other crucial fact of my heritage in his sorry-ass excuse for an explanation of who I am and where I’m from? The curious man all of a sudden felt a sharp pain surge through his systems and deliver him sharp emotions of how so cold and alone he in fact was and would be in life, throughout all versions of himself, in every incarnation.

Fletcher Munsin wondered what it would take for him to be able to pass through to the other side of this portal, if it was indeed at all possible. And although he was not supposed to do so, he wanted badly to pass through it and see what it was really like there. His curiosity piqued and he imagined himself taking his Mother by the Hand and teleporting to Surface Earth — the Land that was really Below. How beautiful it must be there.

 

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And so it was that Fletcher Munsin had convinced his two unicorn friends that if they did indeed wish to travel to Surface Earth — a place where they, too, had supposedly originated — they must come with him to the feared Pond, informing them that he had located the entryway there. Besides, he had told them, he was trying to find a way there himself. It took several days of convincing — for, the two twin unicorns were mighty cowardly — but the two, finding courage from Fletcher Munsin’s guidance and enthusiasm, made their way to the Pond with the man on a fine sunny day like most others in Agartha.

When the three supposed Earthlings drew in view of the most-curious shimmering wonder modestly wavering in the center of a stand of bold oaks, Sybil, one of the two little unicorns, abruptly came to a quivering standstill.

“What’s the matter?” asked Sybil’s twin, Salient, telepathically to his brother. “It’s the Pond. We’ve arrived. I know we’d made a promise never to come back, but we’ve seen it before, Sybil. Why the sudden apprehension?”

“I… I — don’t remember it being so colorful,” replied Salient, “Look, Sybil, the Waters — they’re churning slightly despite not having a source of disturbance. Something is different about this Pond this time. Something has… has changed about it.”

“Maybe we’re the source of disturbance,” joked Fletcher Munsin telepathically to his two friends, then laughed. “I’m only kidding. I doubt that the Pond’s Waters has any consciousness of its own.” He paused. “But I guess you guys would know the likelihood of that better than I would.”

“It… is possible,” said Sybil to Salient inquisitively.

 

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Salient was frustrated at this statement, fearing his brother may be taking on a new approach from how the two of them both used to think about the Pond, all because of their strange new friend’s passionate obsession — their new human friend, who didn’t seem to know much of anything other than the English language, even though he couldn’t vocally speak it. “You really think so?” asked Salient from within his head to his brother.

“So what if it does?” said Sybil with a hint of annoyance, “Do you think the Pond is going to swallow you up whole and shit you out in some devil’s world? What’s the matter with you? We’re fine. We’re only here because our new mute friend here said he saw the portal to our beloved Underworld next to the Pond here with his own eyes. And, I thought we had finally resolved to see if we can pass through it! I know it’s scary. I’m scared, too, Salient. But we have to suck it up if we ever wish to get back to the world we’re from.”

“He’s right,” chimed in Fletcher Munsin telepathically with a determined look.

Salient remained silent, still shivering slightly.

“Oh, come on, Salient!” Sybil pressed to his brother. “Tell ya what. If we’re gonna figure out how to do this properly and effectively, however we’re able to do it, you need to rid yourself of your lingering worries,” stated Sybil, secretly feeling a bit worried himself. “It’s okay. This kreature from Below that Fletcher Munsin speaks of is nowhere to be Seen. Walk up to the edge of the Pond and take a sip. It will reassure you everything is okay! Go on! Fletcher Munsin and I will watch you here, from the brush.”

Salient glared at the Pond with determination but still felt really unsure of it. It was, afterall, shared amongst all the animals in the forest that drinking those Waters could be risking your health. But after a long moment’s hesitation, the brave little Salient reluctantly began making his way toward the Pond.

“There you go, brother!” offered Sybil with encouragement. “Trust me, my instincts tell me that the Pond’s Waters are not toxic in any way. After you take a sip of it, come back to us here in the brush and we’ll try to locate the whereabouts of this portal to our world somehow. Where exactly is it, friend?” asked Sybil to Fletcher Munsin.

“Just ahead beside the Pond here,” replied Fletcher Munsin. “It’s unmarked and can’t be seen until the Lady comes through it.”

Sybil was a bit confused but remained silent as he kept listening to the strange man.

“When Salient gets back I say we wait here until the Lady comes, try to befriend her, then ask her if we can go with her through the portal. I know it’s a sketchy plan, but that’s all I’ve been able to think of.”

The bold Salient was almost at the edge of the Pond now, his cautious steps becoming slower and slower as he approached it. When he was close enough to the Water to be able to take a sip, he looked back uncertainly at his companions.

“It’s okay!” Sybil shouted silently over to his brother. “You’re doin’ great, Salient! Let us know how it tastes!”

 

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Salient arched his furry white neck over the side of the swirling Water and began slowly lowering it to take a sip but before his nose ever touched the surface, a rapid flash of a stick-like blur obstructed the figure of the poor unicorn as it inexplicably struck it, stunning it instantly to a fall, and he laid there at the edge of the pond, his limp body bleeding out from the arrow’s protrusion.

Sybil and Fletcher Munsin were instantly shocked to silence and disbelief as they watched from afar. After that most haunting moment, Sybil started to run over to his dead brother but Fletcher Munsin stopped him quickly with hushed, panicked words. “Sybil no! Wait here! Something’s moving up ahead!”

Both Sybil and Fletcher Munsin quickly crept behind the cover of a thick evergreen bush and looked out toward the fallen Salient as two long, thin legs black as midnight and glittering brilliantly strutted from behind a nearby tree up to his body, the great wooden longbow strapped to her back most evident. The woman was fully in view now, and the two stared on in amazement as they both instantaneously realized that Mother Magdalena had been there all along.

She carelessly snatched up Salient’s body and took a few cautious, angry steps away from the Pond, her mighty golden dress beaming rays of photons all about her. She adjusted her serpentine tiara, held still for a moment, then zapped away in a flutter of blinding stars and rainbows before the very eyes of Sybil and Fletcher Munsin, the two fully shocked out of their minds at the spectacle.

 

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Magdalena was so determined to find an animal, so desperate to put Al Rodnam at ease and appease this mysterious “Solaria,” that she hadn’t planned too well the full execution of what had been requested of her from the old mystic regarding the need for animal protein in their tribe. She realized as much just after she ripped through the portal back to Surface Earth in a flash with the dead unicorn in hand and was immediately brought to a stunning halt by a high-voltage shock that hit her blockhead square in the face, knocking the dome-coiled Amrita from off her Head. This hadn’t hurt the majestically protected Mother, but her pet was squirming seemingly in agony on the ground before her. When the bright light subsided, a thin trail of vapor swirled around in its place, coming to slowly clear out about her to reveal an angry Al Rodnam just in front of her, a long rune-riddled hickory staff made from the incubating tree of his Immortal Earth held out in his grasp before his tiny frame at the Mother. And the stench of the post-apocalyptic air was most abhorrent.

Magdalena was speechless and embarrassed at Once as she came to the immediate cold, hard realization that the mystic had Known about the existence of her and Amrita’s secret Inner Earth Underworld all along, let alone the fact he had used his access to it in order to gain entry from the bottom of the rejuvenating Pond to his Immortal Earth and procure the Solaria Seed and four sticks that had now combined to become his mighty Staff of Lachrylon.

And he shook his staff at his Mother.

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Before she could respond to the devious actions taken out by Al Rodnam, he threw out a throat-silencing spell to her vocal cords with a twist of his fingers, grabbed up the squirming Amrita from the ground, and ripped the unicorn carcass from Magdalena’s grasp.

“Thank you for this,” he stated calmly to the Mother, and started to turn around. “I knew I could count on you. But I am hereby stopping your access to the Underworld by imprisoning your pet for the time being. I’m sorry, Mother. But it must be this way,” said the mystic to Magdalena before turning back around slightly, a leather satchel that had been hanging off his shoulder now in his grasp. “I am going to go work on duplicating our food source,” he said, as the expired unicorn in his grasp, now fully ascending, and exposed to the toxic air of dead Surface Earth, started to morph into a horribly ugly Piggy that had inexplicably ripped out jagged little wings from out its shoulders. “Here, Mother,” he said earnestly. “I need you to think about what you’ve done.” And he raised the bulky satchel he was holding up to his Head and threw it at the face of the Mother, the binding twine that had secured its contents coming undone, a bunch of the gilded grunts’ detached penises hitting her squarely in the face, one of them coming to precariously bop her chin to the side with increased emphasis.

The Mother, a fierce look of hatred and resentment forming on her dirty dick-riddled face, attempted a response but found her vocal cords tied tightly shut. “I am taking the dead animal, your pet, and the grunts who have been gilded by you to my campsite for inquisition. Take your time, though…” Al Rodnam went on with pursed lips, “…getting acquainted with what the grunts had previously been endowed with.” The old man went on to expose his own penis and held it. “I still have mine, Mother, and I intend to continue using it.” He glanced coyly at the enraged Magdalena’s face before him and stated, before walking away hunched on his staff, “Fuck You, Mother.”

 

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“I’m here, Lina!” came the ominous response from Amrita several hours later into Magdalena’s Head, “…at the old man’s campsite, inside some sort of glass box. You gotta release me! I’ll let you know when he goes to sleep. Then come for me, Lina!”

 

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A couple of hours later, the Mother was beside the mystical glass cage that held Amrita prisoner. “I’m gonna find a way to save you!” she said telepathically to her pet. “And then, after that, we stop doing Solaria’s bidding and forge our own path forward!” she went on to state to her friend with conviction. “I am sick of this faraway, intangible god-force paving the road for us,” Lina shouted ostensibly with compulsion, before amending “Why has ‘Solaria’ decided what we must do with our world and people when I can’t even see this Solaria?!”

“That’s easy,” replied the snake with a hiss and squirm, “The answer to that is… you will come to see that I am Solaria.”

The Mother went white-faced and felt her throat tighten up again, this time doing so without the aid of the old man’s magick. But before the Mother could respond, the snake quickly added with an intoxicating laugh, “Just kidding!!!”

The Mother shot Amrita a cold stare. “Oh, very funny!” she managed with seriousness, “I forgot you have a sense of humor now as a snake. But honestly, I’m not amused!” Lina said boldly before adding, “I’ll find you a way out, Rita, and when I do, I’ll return.” She said it with assurance despite then turning away in disgust, her golden dress short-circuiting slightly in blinks as she tiptoed from Al Rodnam’s camp quietly, a flurry of frustration devouring her confidence. ♡ –MIKE EYE

The Legendary Metal Master of Mystery

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