The Amethyst Amulet of Solaria

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Chapter 5

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

“Indicator of what?” asked the Mother.

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

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

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

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

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Many time when it comes to the Science fiction genre I find them to be overbearing with terminology in which I am unfamiliar with, but with Mike Eye’s creations of The Aqueous Transmission he easily blends the craftsmanship of the spacecraft and equipment while building a world in which has not been built yet.

I found this book to be one that was easy to read, easy to understand and easy to like. Eye took a great deal to provide the details needed to make this come alive in your mind. While the world building I found to be spectacular, the plot itself did take time to build up and develop. Perhaps the singular character, in the beginning, was the demise of that. Even with that aspect once that passes and other characters are become introduced you find yourself wanting to learn more about them.

The book is written in 3rd person following Magdalena and her mission to repopulate. At moments she is enjoyable but often I found her to be very full of herself. Which She should be, I mean the world in which she inhabits is under her mercy to expand with growth.  She is a strong character with a strong ego to match. Just not very likable I suppose.

It was pleased however to see an author stretch just beyond the normal base of world creation. Throughout the book I found myself being swept away to Magdalena side. While some parts became strangely exotic it all seemed to work within the bindings of this story.

The Aqueous Transmission is a great blend of science fiction and fantasy, which is not something I read often. But if I came across more work similar to Mike Eye’s writing style then it would be something I couldn’t find myself turning down. -Shealwaysreads.com

 

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You Are Not Welcome Beneath The Hollow. Won’t You Join Us? 😉

 

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From the Un-Brand New Sequel to The Aqueous Transmission by MIKE EYE

 

Chapter 4


“So you remember nothing of our trek here to this place?” pressed Magdalena to her pet a few days later. The two were starting to warm up to each other again. They were inside a makeshift tent they had scrounged together from various discards found around the Hollow.

“Nothing at all, except that I love you, beautiful!”

“But you don’t even remember me! How can that be?”

“I’m not sure!” stated the little snake contemplatively, “the old mystic may have used his magic to implant a false memory into my brain. I do somehow remember that this was a skill the reptilians from Orion specialized in.”

“Somehow remember? So… you think the old man’s really a reptilian from Orion?” asked the Mother. “Or that even you may be?”

“No, I’m quite sure I’m from somewhere else. The old man says he’s from Sirius, but that could be a lie. I tend to think it’s not, though. I figure if Al Rodnam had wanted to fully sway me into believing he’s from a particular star system, he would have just implanted that notion into my brain instead of just telling me.”

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“Really? So, where do you think you’re from?” asked Lina.

“Somewhere in the Pleides,” replied Amrita.

No way! That’s where that old fucker said I was from!”

Really? Do you believe him?” Amrita was genuinely surprised.

“Hell no!”

“So you think we are both from somewhere else?”

“At least you are,” said Magdalena. “I highly doubt that you and I are from the same place. When you were a robot, I didn’t even think you were a real being! As for me, I’m still trying to prove to myself that I’m not from the Pleides, because, as much as it seems ludicrous, I can’t ignore the fact that it may be true. By the way, how are you able to Speak to me without a human tongue or vocal cords?”

“Telepathy. No audible waves needed in the transfer. Only you can hear me, Lina. So, what about you?” asked the snake, most eager. “How much and how far back do you remember?”

“Unfortunately, I remember the journey here entirely,” said the Mother. “Even Mandorla’s wretched Birth. Especially Mandorla’s wretched Birth. Despite Mandorla’s wretched Birth. But not much before that.”

“Really? So you remember everything I did while I was in this ‘robot-cat’ form all the way over here to this Hollow that just so happens to contain the portal to my secret world that the old man seems to suspiciously Know about?” asked Amrita excitedly.

“I do,” Magdalena replied, “but not before the moment I first Woke Up somewhere deserted, destroyed, and discombobulated. Intuitively, I Knew it was Earth, though, albeit an Earth now clearly expired. And I was all alone. All alone ‘cept for you, Rita.” After momentary awkward silence, Lina nodded briskly. “But, yah, I have stories of our dreaded, screwy adventures all the way back to that Point. Do you wish to know, Rita?” Although she thought she could somehow recognize her best friend through the new guise, Magdalena still felt it rather odd to call the tiny little snake who slithered at her foot ‘Rita’ due to the lamellose disposition of the divine little debutant, it being distinctly diverse from Robot-Rita.

“Yesss,” the snake replied instantly, “please tell me.”

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“Well the first, most relevant thing that comes to mind is the warning you gave me just before the crazy old man transmuted you from an android to a serpent before my very eyes,” said Magdalena.

“Yesss, what warning did I give you, precious? I’m literally dying to know!?” The snake was sincere.

“You cautioned me about how much we cannot trust the old man!” Lina quickly replied forcefully, yet holding her breath, “and how he ultimately seemed to be altering select memories from me.” The woman looked around to see if Al Rodnam was anywhere near. “And despite your previous reputation of being 99.999999999% accurate as a feline-styled android, not to mention that you were my best and only friend around, I still refused wholeheartedly to listen to any sort of reason you may’ve been trying to give me… that is, until you showed me what actually occurred at that mystical Pond that we came across on our journey over here. The One beside which I finally found, and then lost, my precious daughter; the One beside which we were first confronted by the old man.

“I showed this to you, you say?” The snake was confused yet curious. “How?”

“You showed me the events of “the Aqueous Transmission” that you recorded with your bot-cam while I apparently was under a controlled trance, and then played it back to me on your cat-tummy’s holographic display! These events I Watched myself undergo after they took place completely contradicted what I remember having actually happened!”

“That is cccertainly most peculiar, Mother…” said the snake slyly with a fierce forked-tongue slither. “Wow, I could record and play videos? Cool! And… how peculiar it is about your warped memories! Oh dear! We do surely find ourselves in quite a quandary…”

“You could do a lot of things as a robot, Rita. I miss that you, quite frankly. But, alas, at least now you have showed and allowed me access to your secret inner world with the rejuvenating pond and all. At least that’s something.”

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“Oh, it’s something grand, Mother. Something truly miraculous. I tell you, do not misjudge the Power of My World and the Prowess of My Word!” the serpent stated joyously before becoming pensive. “You and I must try out damndest never to speak of or show it to the old man. You Know dear, that very Pond You Speak of, when Used by You during the Peak of your menstrual cycle upon precisely when My Blood Moon is Full, will allow you to continue existing forever, my love. The bountiful Baths of Breña will recharge you, but you must bathe exactly every 28 days. And You can Only get to this Pond through me, from the Hollow Above.”

“So you say,” the Mother pondered. “Don’t you find it rather curious that the old man new exactly where to bring us? It must be no accident we’re Settling right here beside the portal. But who exactly really is this old man/sky dolphin so suspect who can shapeshift and sidestep space so mysteriously and Outshine Us so? He says he’s my son and calls me ‘Mother.’ And he can morph into his giant flying dolphin form at will, so it seems.”

“Ah, yes. His true form. All I really Know is that he’s from Sirius. Or at least so he claims.”

“He’s told me that, too,” said Magdalena. “I don’t trust him at all. I’m starting to resent the fact he’s still alive, Rita. I don’t like the man. Or the dolphin, whatever. I would have no problem killing him. Except he Knows about my Unborn, and I’m a very curious girl. Besides, there’s a good chance he’s the only other living creature on the Planet, right? Ha! Now that you’re no longer a cat-bot I hesitate to ask precisely how good of a chance that may be, technically speaking.”

“100%. No, I’m joking, I honestly am not able to tell for sure. It seems bleak, though.”

Lina suddenly broke out into an overly-exaggerated, super loud laughter. “No Shit! Now, that’s something! You’re no longer able to do a global positioning scan on the Planet, but now you jest! I didn’t Know serpents had a sense of humor! That’s hilarious!”

Amrita slithered her tongue about a few times, then added, “Yesss, well, the events I forsee us undergoing are anything but.”

“How can you tell?” asked the Mother.

“It’s just a feeling. The radioactive fallout is adding some intense vibrations to an already exceedingly potent atmosphere. We should attempt to visit my Underworld as often as we can, but inconspicuously. There’s no telling what may happen to the world and humanity if Al Rodnam gains access to it.”

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“That won’t happen,” the Mother quickly replied. “Do you think he’s even biologically capable of accessing the portal, Rita?”

“I do believe he is, yes. But in order to pass through, his body and mind would need to be bonded to both you and me. Then taken to Our ssecret sspot. The place you can’t let anyone know about. And I don’t see all that happening. Other than that, he may be able to also gain entry through any Solar-aligned, Consciously constructed megalithic stone structures still present anywhere across the land, and from what you tell me about the looks of things on our way over here, it seems highly unlikely any still stand. We should still be mindful of this, though.”

“Wow, really? Are you sure? How do you Know this stuff if you can’t even remember living your life in your other form?”

True Memories and True Prophecies are accessed by different means due to the varying frequency of each of the Source signals’ Consciousness Streams that emanate from our Milky Way’s Sun. Which is Intimately Inter twined with the Pleides and Alcyone, its Central Sun, Mind You. You Know this, too, Lina, if but only subconsciously. My reptilian nature tells me this, although I do not think I’m from Orion. And I feel extremely intense energies on this wrecked planet right now and it’s definitely due to precisely where we are. And if the old man Knows about the Inner Earth access here, which I believe he does, we must be constantly vigilant, Lina.”

“Always,” Magdalena quickly replied with a fist and resolve. “Now you’re starting to sound like your old self again!” Lina gave Rita the slightest smile.

“Literally everything depends on what we choose to do from here, it would seem.”

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“Well let’s make shit happen, then!” the Mother retorted excitedly, believing she had more power than she did. “Something from the inside is telling me that my humanity, my sisters, are somewhere still Here; they were to be saved at all costs, and I was to be their savior.” She paused. “Ha! Delusions of grandeur much, beautiful??!” Inside Her Dark Head, Magdalena frequently called herself ‘beautiful.’

“Yesss,” replied Amrita seriously, “I sense this is true.” The little snake turned its little head to look Magdalena straight in the Eyes. “And the direction of our stellar precession from here forward will be navigated by You, Mother.”

Mother Magdalena’s golden dress glittered with eldritch at Amrita’s profound statement, and it was then she Knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that the snake was right. -MIKE EYE

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For seven straight years of my life, on every single weekday morning in elementary school, I started the schoolday, along with all of my classmates, by reciting the chorus (yes, in glorious song) to You’re a Grand Old Flag (I’m American). And thinking on it now, something definitely is not sitting right. I’m talking about the third-to-last line about “where there’s never a boast or brag.” So here now in 2018, I now sadly must come to the cold hard realization that, either this very important American song that was drilled into my head nearly every morning in my home country of America is officially no longer American since the Trumpet took office, or the current President of the United States of America is NOT AMERICAN. Because, if you don’t realize it (it’s meant to be clearly evident), the Trumpet is constantly boasting and bragging everyday! Think about it. -MIKE EYE

 

 

You’re a grand old flag
You’re a high-flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave
You’re the emblem of
The land I love
The home of the free and the brave
Every heart beats true
Under red, white and blue
Where there’s never a boast or brag
But should old acquaintance be forgot
Keep your eye on the grand old flag

 

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Who am I? How did I get here?

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Chapter 3


 

Sighing to herself as she settled down sloppily onto a silty stump beside a starving hearth, a frustrated Mother Magdalena suddenly, manically shoved aside the acquiescence that had previously lulled her Consciousness into submission, now altogether coming just as fast to realize how much she had unknowingly deceived herself ever since obliviously first stepping foot into the Hollow with Al Rodnam. No, she told herself. Having been brutally forced to accept the reality of the manner of her child Mandorla’s deliverance into this post-apocalyptic world, and after finally reconciling her baby’s curious condition just before losing her to the Pond of the Aqueous Transmission, Magdalena simply would not allow herself to accept the task before her now without somehow gleaning more truth to her current situation. An epiphany or two is what she would need to experience, she realized, in order for her to take seriously the impossible tasks now presented to her.

Primal Human Rage started assaulting the gut of the Mother and she fell instantly ill reflecting on it all. Folding her delicate arms together inside the magical shimmering golden garb she now donned, Magdalena stared vehemently into the thick flickering flames that were fanning upwards before her in this black of blackest nights, never to notice an impossibly inadequate amount of kindling for a campfire this fierce. On the other side of the flames and her thoughts, the stark visage of the great guru suddenly came into form.

Shaking off her initial jolting panic, a hard determination then set into the swagger of the tall, dark-skinned woman, joined together inside her with an amplified secretion of adrenaline. Arising slightly in anger, the Mother held her face taught, intensely glaring through the campfire at Al Rodnam, who had now fully appeared across the flames. But before unloading her resentment on the old man, the mystic’s calm, easy expression somehow silenced Magdalena.

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“I know, I know,” the old man reacted gently, determinately in respondance to the Mother’s discourse in an attempt to ease her mood, “you demand to know how and why you should trust me if I supposedly implanted a Seed into your Unconscious Body, many light-years away, without your permission, only to tell you several months later.” Between her narrowed eyebrows the Mother shot the mystic a curious twinkle of the eyes. “It wasn’t just ensuring we breed, and in a place, no less, where we’d actually be able to: only the Andromeda Biodome. It was imperative that we try our Damndest to increase as much as possible the chances of humanity’s salvation so that it may be brought back to this Earth Planet to prosper. This was not only what I myself deemed absolutely necessary to occur, it was as well in fact a Commandment ordered me by the mighty Solaria on Most High.”

The Mother froze up. Solaria. The Words coming from Al Rodnam’s throat struck her like an icicle to the forehead despite the heat from the hearth. Her glowing dress twinkled with surges of its rejuvenating power and was just as bright as the flames of the fire. She didn’t know how, but she was suddenly aware not only that she did in fact somehow know of this “Solaria,” but she also knew for sure, and with stark certainty, that she had personally encountered this amorphous Elemental God before. But because her access to this Revelation currently remained shrouded in Shadows, Magdalena’s Subconscious Mind would remain mostly entirely untied from her Waking Life during this point in Bry Dellows History. And right now, she was wide awake.

Her thoughts then focused on the mention of the Andromeda Biodome. Could it be true, thought Magdalena? Was she really taken there by this old man and… raped?! Fury took grip on her. “You should feel lucky I don’t strike you down right here and now for doing what it is you say you did to me! How dare you?! How could you without my permission?”

“I knew it certain that you would not go through with it.” The old man was solemn.

You got that right, buddy!” Magdalena, all hot by the fire, was arched way over the little mystic’s tiny unflinching body now, imposing her very powerful will on the short old man, who remained steady.

“If it makes you feel any better, my fair archmatron, it wasn’t rape. I artificially inseminated a Solaria Seed into your womb.”

More mention of this Solaria. Magdalena grimaced. “Does that make any difference?!” she cried, remembering her life-talks she’d had with Robot-Rita over the Badlands of Surface-Earth. “But why Andromeda? Why and how is the Andromeda Biodome the only place we’d be able to conceive? Am I from Andromeda? Is that where I’m really from? Tell me!

“Once Upon A Time, but from here long ago, your Shadow and twelve of her Hankerhawk sisters’ etheric doubles were Divinely Inspired to build the sacred Biodome.”

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“Okay,” the Mother slowly replied in earnest, deciding against trying to fully decipher that comment at the moment. She paused. “What’s a Hankerhawk?” She shook her head. “Okay, nevermind, what I really want to know is… can you explain to me why you dismantled and reformed poor Amrita on the way over here? I’m still really bothered by that whole thing! And really confused!” she hated to admit, shouting disdainfully before adding “and disturbed, and disgusted. By you.” She shot him a spiteful glance. “And this.” She spread her arms high and wide as she spun around in place on the dust, sick of it all.

There was a brief, unsettling moment in the stillness of the black night.

Al Rodnam, cryptic as always, stared up at the tall, dark Mother and replied “For this very particular and prudent present moment in History here now aboard a freshly-nuked Planet Earth, and given our current charges and circumstance, I believed it best and most advantageous to our mission if our friend Amrita, with all her large part in this, had a cold-blooded reptilian pulse rather than a cold deceiving mock tin canister of wires and chips.” The mystic gave the Mother a dry look.

It didn’t make sense to Magdalena. She tried to think on it, but only found herself more frustrated. And as if to deliberately change the subject, Al Rodnam then simply, coyly stated “And you’re from the Pleides, Lina.” There were two big, loud pops from the hungry campfire.

Getting up to leave, the mystic was stopped by Magdalena. “Really?” she asked.

“Wait, I… I have so many questions if this is really true…”

“It is,” said Al Rodnam.

“How much do you really know about me? How can this be? I know nothing about you!” Magdalena was starting to get heated again. Her temples ached. “Wait, no. Don’t tell me. Not right now… right now, I just need some time… just, please. Leave my presence for now. I can’t bare the sight of you.” It was difficult for Magdalena to remain calm.

“Very well, Mother,” responded Al Rodnam, “for now, I will go. But remember this, Lina: I assure you that there will be a time down the line, in the future, where you and your new tribal sisters here in this village that we must form will be literally dying to make contact with me and the rest of my kin.”

“Your kin? What is your kin, old man?”

images-3“My fellow Godheds and I are from Sirius.”

Magdalena, beside the fire as well as herself, then asked “who are the Godheds?”

The mystic’s form was already slowly starting to vanish. “The Godheds are everywhere and nowhere at Once, Mother,” said Al Rodnam matter-of-factly, his lonely Words eerily Spoken in a shrinking choppy cadence of fading echoes heard only by Mother Magdalena, their Source now gone. -MIKE EYE

 

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Many time when it comes to the Science fiction genre I find them to be overbearing with terminology in which I am unfamiliar with, but with Mike Eye’s creations of The Aqueous Transmission he easily blends the craftsmanship of the spacecraft and equipment while building a world in which has not been built yet.

I found this book to be one that was easy to read, easy to understand and easy to like. Eye took a great deal to provide the details needed to make this come alive in your mind. While the world building I found to be spectacular, the plot itself did take time to build up and develop. Perhaps the singular character, in the beginning, was the demise of that. Even with that aspect once that passes and other characters are become introduced you find yourself wanting to learn more about them.

The book is written in 3rd person following Magdalena and her mission to repopulate. At moments she is enjoyable but often I found her to be very full of herself. Which She should be, I mean the world in which she inhabits is under her mercy to expand with growth.  She is a strong character with a strong ego to match. Just not very likable I suppose.

It was pleased however to see an author stretch just beyond the normal base of world creation. Throughout the book I found myself being swept away to Magdalena side. While some parts became strangely exotic it all seemed to work within the bindings of this story.

The Aqueous Transmission is a great blend of science fiction and fantasy, which is not something I read often. But if I came across more work similar to Mike Eye’s writing style then it would be something I couldn’t find myself turning down. -Shealwaysreads.com

 

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The Mindful Manifestation of Fletcher Munsin by MIKE EYE

 

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This exciting excerpt is from the working sequel to the Sci-Fi/Fantasy Epic THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION by MIKE EYE, not yet named.

 

The story is on the same timeline as the one in The Aqueous Transmission, the events in it overlaping the events of the first story.

 

 

 

CHAPTER TWO


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The old man brought the sleeping Mother over to the strange machine beside the console and placed her inside of it after having removed the sly snake coiled around her Head as well as the golden flowing dress of Solaria she had been wearing, which was currently dull and deactivated.

Sticking suction sensors that hooked up to the machine from the inside all over Magdalena’s sprawled-out nude body, Al Rodnam resisted the urge to look at her face or any other part of her body, which was vibrating at a frequency so high he could hear it humming. The old man hobbled over to the control panel, quickly tapped some keys, then slowly stepped back over to Magdalena lying unconscious in the metal encasement. Carefully, Al Rodnam dipped into his robes and withdrew the Solaria Seed. The Seed’s fierce glow had not diminished in the least since he had retrieved it from its crystal in his Southpole Homeland, and the old mystic contemplated what he was about to do, feeling stark déjà vu as he did so.

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The mystic moved over to a set of lab compartments that stored Tools far to the left side of the room’s control panel, not too far away from the massive metal-rimmed, rune-inscribed Gate that sat still and mysterious at the far end of the room. He returned with the shimmering Solaria Seed and Tools to the Mother who looked like Sleeping Beauty as she lay there inside the machine, a powerful demigoddess who lay trapped in her life’s most vulnerable moment. Kneeling beside her, and guided strongly by the essence of Mandorla, which was Now inside him because of the Now ever-repeating Aqueous Transmission, a calm Al Rodnam proceeded to artificially inseminate the Mother with the Solaria Seed, remaining straight-faced throughout the operation. He would later tell the Mother that he had taken possession of her and raped her at the Andromeda Biodome because he was forced to by Solaria; he wouldn’t say a Word about Amrita or anything about having actually taken them to Inner Earth.

When the far-too arduous process was complete, the mystic made his way to the bathroom to wash up then went back to go sit at the computer console. After several hours of work, the old man returned to Magdalena and removed the sensors from her body. He lifted her free, then put her golden dress back on and reattached Amrita to her Head. Next, he stripped bare and went to go lie down into the big metal machine himself, attaching the sensors to his body’s pressure points that subtley pulsed where his body’s longest meridians intersected. Then he laid back, closed his eyes, and began breathing big, long, full, slow breaths of inhalations and exhalations interchangeably, most considerately. Before long, Al Rodnam fell into a deep sleep.

 

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In Dreamtime, Al Rodnam lucidly reviewed his Process in his Mind, contemplated exactly how much freedom he really had in what he was doing. Before returning the Mother and her pet to the current-day Surface-Earth Finding of Bry Dellows drama up above, Al Rodnam needed to make sure he conjured forth his physically manifested Shadow Identity into an individual all his own so that he could bait the Mother with it in the future and aid in speeding along and ensuring the Birth of Mandorla and the sprout of the first magical Space-Grain at the Andromeda Biodome, which would be needed to feed the Bry Dellows Bloodpigs, and was always the only thing they would eat. He would do this because of his previously agreed-upon sanctioning by Solaria to interfere in Earth Drama. Part of his agenda on Earth was to ensure the Conception and Birth of Mandorla so that she would then be sacrificed in exchange for himself during the Aqueous Transmission. This would allow the mystic to continue living in his old-man body form while freely going about activities upon Surface-Earth. And the old man had a marked fascination with and fetish for the Milky Way’s Earth Planet.

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Since Fletcher Munsin’s sperm nuke had Now dropped onto the Mother Magdalena’s dirty doomed-Earth Seed of perpetual apocalyptica only months ago with the man then simultaneously becoming erased from existence, Al Rodnam knew that the stone Pyramid Stargate of Godheds at the Surface-Earth site that aligned itself with his Home star-system of the Sirius Sector, along with most everything else on Surface-Earth, would be completely destroyed. He would have to rely on Amrita and the Mother for a long while in order to gain access to the Inner Earth Underworld. This was the most important reason the mystic had transmuted the robot carcass of Amrita on their journey to the Hollow— to turn her back into her true form, a sly little serpent with High Wisdom of the Earth Planet who preyed on pussy duplicitously. Al Rodnam’s Immortal Earth Southpole Homeland of lush jungle would remain a secret only he would know about; he was aware that Magdalena wouldn’t be keen enough to find the portal to it at the Bottom of Breña. Each time Al Rodnam Birthed through Breña into his Immortal Earth Southpole Homeland, he received immense amounts of potent storable vitality in the transfer; Breña alone offered the Sirian nothing. He would need the Holy Body of Fletcher Munsin to initiate this whole drama he was destined to be ensnared in, and to appease the elemental forces as well as gain immense stores of vitality in the Process. Yes, he needed to make sure he conjured forth his physically manifested Shadow Identity. He needed to make sure he created Fletcher Munsin.

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Who is Fletcher Munsin? Fletcher Munsin was the first prototype embodiment of the perfect and divine bioorganic template of the Human Man, engineered by its architect the Sirian High Avatar Al Rodnam. His was the first body forged into fashion from within the depths of the Inner Earth Underworld, its birth facilitated by his star-crossed counterpart with expert marksmanship through the Void by the Word that he had Once Spoken. Fletcher Munsin was meant to serve as the most practical living vessel the mystic could manifest that would function as a fallback safeproof backup embodiment of the mystic’s Own Soul, a totally innocent, preciously inquiring humanoid immolation that, Once offered up to the Dark Mother, would allow the Earth of the Milky Way and all habitants onboard her Emerald Timeship to keep on in its precession eternally, albeit locked in an endless time loop that would repeat in kind its seasonal attributes age after age eternally, intimately affecting all sentience of its star system and beyond, permanently. And in a way intrinsically bent to the Will of Fletcher Munsin.

At the right time and in the right space from within the Underworld, at the Sirius Stargate Bunker hidden in its jungles, Al Rodnam had begun Seeding his creation, carefully conjuring forth the Body of Fletcher Munsin who lay before him in a most curious Heavy Metal-wrought Sarcophagus, Casting it into being through a small, modified portable Sirian Space Crystal he kept in the bunker. Slowly and surely Al Rodnam had spent the night shaping the man into an alluring young version of his own human form, an almost otherwise identical pristine humanoid creature who would, at the mystic’s own discretion, be henceforth subject to banishment within this most-curious fresh and lush, jungle-like Underworld betwixt Realms.

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Al Rodnam awoke in a startled daze some time later, his short, hairy form hunched over the toilet in the bunker’s bathroom. The old man then took a moment to shake fiercely like a dog, shedding his weariness away. How long had he been asleep? What was the current condition of his new personal creation in the machine? How much time had gone by as he worked at the strange machine’s console Forging his Shadow into Being as the machine’s suction sensors were attached to a portable Sirian Crystal inside of it? Al Rodnam quickly wiped his ass, took a steamy shower nearby, reapplied his robes about his tiny frame, and then stepped to the main room to check on his physically manifest Shadow Identity he had spent countless hours manifesting.

Lying inside the metal machine was a grey translucent humanoid form with semi-etheric splotches of multi-colors subtley swirling inside it. The suction sensors were stuck all over a fully-grown body that had partially formed in place of the crystal, their wires protruding out from all around it. The mystic had previously had thousands of years to get to intimately know his astral body, but he was unsure of how the physical manifestation would actually look. Because he was unable to alter its facial appearance, he had tried to make it look much younger than he was in an attempt to disguise the features from Mother Magdalena. He again stepped to the console and began tapping away at his overly-intricate keyboard. Fletcher Munsin’s Consciousness must be memory-altered, his Body kept safe here within the Inner Earth for a time. Lachrylon had demanded it so of the old mystic, precisely for when the moment Fletcher Munsin would be needed in the nearby Realm upon the surface of a post-apocalyptic Earth. Fletcher Munsin was the Key. The prophesied willing Sacrifice of Fletcher Munsin to the brutal yet otherwise oblivious Mother Magdalena, who was “the Eternal Heart in the Body of all Human Beings” as dubbed by Solaria, was to act as the euthanizing eucharist of all Earthling ritualists that would then set into motion the series of events that would occur from within and just beside Surface-Earth’s Pond of the Aqueous Transmission—that is, as it was to eventually Once again subtly appear alongside the nautical No One, temporarily lost amid the highly radioactive barren expanses of Badlands that clutched the world in dryness and sprawled on endlessly afar.

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Fletcher Munsin would know the old man simply as his “Father,” the mystic decided, of whom he wasn’t, and of whom he was not to See until the far future. Fletcher Munsin would never in his life come to receive a shred of proof that he even had a Mother, which he didn’t. As to the scarce magical populations within Amrita’s Inner Earth Underworld outside the bunker as well as to those wretched Ones upon her Surface-Earth counterpart, those dwellers all around had heard the stories of Al Rodnam but knew him as the First Godhed, an Avatar from the Stars who had Once landed and then settled upon the doomed Earth Planet of which he had always been intuitively drawn to. Fiercely independent, Al Rodnam was a skilled man on a mission, so coming to Find Bry Dellows and the sacred Hollow it wards within.

Satisfied for the time Being, Al Rodnam abandoned his efforts at the console and strolled over to the Mother and snake asleep on a bed in a small adjacent room. He glanced at the two in askance. The Spell he had placed on them would be wearing off soon. Sighing with a bittersweet resolve, he gathered up his things and his company and Headed out the door of the bunker, eager to make it back to that elliptical locus of the lush, green Underworld of which they had warped into from the spot at the edge of the Hollow, back upon a newly apocalyptic Genesis-Era Surface-Earth of which he and the Mother would now begin colonizing. -MIKE EYE

SNEEK PEEK Chapter 1 SEQUEL To The Aqueous Transmission by MIKE EYE

 

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CHAPTER ONE, NEW STORY


 

Maintaining the reticence he had upheld throughout the whole of their journey, indeed as it was his custom, Al Rodnam stood tall and straight, meditating peacefully beside the hungry flames of his camp, his body stripped bare from having just abandoned his robes to the side. He would briefly pause his endeavor periodically to spy out Mother Magdalena, who was sitting a ways off on a stumpy log next to her pet snake, Amrita. Aware of the snake’s uncanny ability to speak, the wise mystic heard nothing yet of the sound of conversation between them he was anticipating. Carefully, as the old man slowly held up mudras to the flames with his hands, he continued to keep discreet, silent watch over the Mother and her pet in between salutations, waiting to hear who would say what first.

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It was nighttime on a cold, shaken Earth of all ash and for the past several months since the crash-landing of her ship and her formal anointing by Solaria, Magdalena had been searching in vain for any sign of life anywhere. It would be a long while before she found any. She felt fortunate that she now had magical talismans to put to use for her aid. And they looked pretty cool, she kept telling herself. For one, her magnificent golden glowing dress would protect her from the harsh, spoiled atmosphere of a post-apocalyptic Earth. For another, she had figured out how to use Solaria’s stone azure amulet, which reacted to the most prescient Pond of the Aqueous Transmission.

Tall, dark, and dazzling, Mother Magdalena, who had been fully pregnant at the time, several months earlier, was then all alone upon a ruined Earth save for her traveling companion, Amrita, who at the time was a robot-cat. The two would trudge on aimlessly over the expanse of steamy ruins as they continued to be beaten about relentlessly by the robust, radioactive winds all the while, making for a very frustrating trek. After some time, Magdalena and Amrita were able to make it to the Pond of the Aqueous Transmission, as they recognized the stone amulet glowing and pulsing more and more as they got closer to it. When they arrived at their destination, they were face-to-face with an ultra-smooth silvery pond that was not in the ground but hovered above it, wavering slowly around in a most subtle manner, twinkles gleaming blindly off hints of colors slowly swimming inside.

There they would remain for several days, as the Mother silently gave wretched birth to the still and hideous Mandorla, who had been, ever since that awkward, violent day, nearly impossible for Magdalena to come to terms with and accept as a person. She knew the baby was precious, though, as there was no mistaking the oddity of the Moon turning blood red as soon as she severed the umbilical cord from herself.

 

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That same blood-red circular smear in the sky was gleaming fiercely overhead now above the new place they settled, a dark crimson haze settled over the unsavory scenery. After the Aqueous Transmission, which had introduced the old man to a terrified Magdalena and brought about the disappearance of her child Mandorla, the mystic had taken the Mother and Amrita to their new home: the Hollow, which would eventually turn into Bry Dellows, the largest all-female indigenous tribal village on Surface Earth. They had arrived just days ago and were still exploring the area, assessing the damage they saw throughout its expanse. They discovered nothing more than stone ruins and dead, blackened tree trunks everywhere and it was clear that a great deal of work had to be done to provide for any type of civilization, no matter how uncivilized.

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Voices from the two he kept watch over were abruptly heard and an alerted Al Rodnam remained still, listening in. As Mother and snake began walking from the campfire, Al Rodnam waited ‘til they were just out of sight before cloaking himself and starting to trail them. He watched them walk about 100 yards through deadened brush just beyond the bank of their base camp.

Slightly bewildered yet remaining focused on the activity before him, the mystic watched carefully with a clench-jawed conviction at Mother Magdalena and her sly serpent Amrita suddenly zapping away in a flash, a star-studded cartoonish rainbow hardening momentarily into a frozen ice sculpture before shattering away in a rush into glittering tinsel. Despite his depth of knowledge, the old mystic couldn’t help but be beside himself, despite himself, altogether wanting to also immediately gain access to the Inner Earth Underworld at Once, himself. Not to worry, he thought to himself; he will be there to seize control of the rites of passage into the Underworld through this teleport system that the snake has shown the Mother. Next time they venture out, he will be, he assured himself.

The following evening, an overly eager Al Rodnam was ready when the Mother and her pet snake took up surreptitious stride toward the Stargate at the edge of the Hollow that would undoubtedly lead to the Inner Earth Underworld. As soon as Magdalena and Amrita reached the spot that the mystic had seen them disappear the previous night, his cloaked form quietly crept up directly behind them, his hand held up taught before him. Before Amrita could bond with the Mother at that very curious location, enabling them both to gain entry into her Realm down below, Al Rodnam promptly used his abilities to temporarily stun the snake and take control of Magdalena’s motor skills while her Consciousness remained in a trance. Amrita would remain in an elapsed state of suspended animation. Using the combination of Amrita wrapped around Magdalena’s Head with the precise location of Surface-Earth Land, the old mystic, invisible to any detection that may be warding the unmarked portal entry, easily passed through the Stargate along with the other two, something he was unable to do without them.

 

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A flash of lazery sways and the trio that was really an uno blinked into a smooth dark green of leathery leaves lifted all amongst them aloft, a vast breathing network of deep jungle spreadout before them. The mystic picked up the Mother and held her out before him. He mindfully mumbled a mantra and she floated off him, drifting slightly apart, dead to the world, but not. Al Rodnam tied a phantom chain around the gorgeous darkly complexioned woman’s aura and proceeded forth, the woman and pet hovering over the Soil of the Inner Earth, which was really the Air.

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Over and through this dense tropical warm rainforest they embarked, exuberant, exotic exclamations from friendly wildlife being heard all the while, feathery magical paths enigmatically paved out before them. Al Rodnam chose the One he Knew led to Breña and proceeded at a medium pace. He reached the Pond and jumped into it, his captures sleepily following obliviously close behind.

A sway of flashy lazers and the three transport from One esoterik watery bed to another. Al Rodnam swam up to the top of it, his quarry in toe. Emerging from this special Pond of the mystic’s Immortal Earth Southpole Homeland, the three Headed for the ancient massive hickory nearby. A lush, thriving, forever youthful rainforest, perpetually fixed in a petrified state of proliferation sprawled all about before them, a vast, impenetrable den of cozy outdoors that had Once been summoned forth by the old mystic and belonged solely to him. Al Rodnam approached the Tree with the Mother and Serpent and ran his wrinkly old hands right up to the Solaria Seed that was brightly glowing inside a crystal embedded in the old Tree’s humungous stump. He rapidly recited a refrain and removed the Solaria Seed, an extremely high-pitched blaring sound all around it instantly diminishing into a low pulsing hum. Prior to making his way back to the Pond, the old man was sure not to forget mindfully breaking off a branch of the mystical old Tree and tucking it away in his robes before leaving his Homeland.

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Birthing out of Breña, the three found themselves in Earth’s Underworld once again. A smile on his face with music in his Head, Al Rodnam took Magdalena and Amrita down an overgrown path that was Sunny and alive with all kinds of strange little creatures, the two in toe following close behind, hovering lifelessly just over the Soil beneath, still oblivious to it all. When they arrived at the secret bunker that strongheld the Stargate to Sirius, the mystic left his company just hovering there in one corner of the room and proceeded to the expansive control panel before him. Taking a seat the old man rummaged through some of the computer’s files through a holographic display, and read through some of the documents he kept lab data and personal experiences logged in, a firm tug at his long, grey beard as he did so.

He turned to his right where a large futuristic-looking metal bed chamber about seven feet long was situated. The machine was intimidating, connected to dozens of thick, ribbed wires on either side of it that ran into the metal. The Chair looked something of a cross between a cryo-chamber and a coffin, and the console of where Al Rodnam sat housed the controls of it. He looked straight at the strange machine and took a brief moment to pause, rolling over reflections in his Mind. Then he glanced over to the two he had left in the corner at the end of the room and looked back at the machine. It was time, he told himself. And he was ready. -MIKE  EYE

Eye Release the Prologue to the sequel of The Aqueous Transmission, currently in the works….

 

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The huge dolphin creature swam easily into place over the subtley marked ocean floor clutching the Solaria Seed in earnest and instantly disappeared. He shot at lightspeed through hyperspace for a few seconds, shimmering spirals spinning about him, and came out the other side as a human, in a small dry room. He glanced down at the large glowing seed in his hands and smiled before heading down a few steps to a small control panel, his dark robes fluttering about him. He was no longer in the Sirius Sector of the galaxy.

 

Having momentarily set the Seed aside, the old man typed incessantly away at the console for a time, updating his latest achievements into the computer’s hard drive. Then he went to go relieve himself in the bunker’s restroom to literally piss away the lag of interstellar travel his body was feeling.

 

Without a moment’s hesitation, the mystic walked up another short flight of stairs at the far end of the main room, grabbed the handle of the door that was at the top of it, and pushed it open, stepping out into woodland that was remarkably well lit for how thickly settled it was, an enigmatic Sun shining brightly through the boughs that criss-crossed overhead. Without a pause, the old man headed out eagerly with a slight grin on his face, both his hands carefully clutching the Solaria Seed.

 

He headed down a gentle path that blazed brightly through the exuberant jungle environment, a euphoric warmth embracing him from all corners all the while. His Head felt happy and he bore a growing smile across his face as he eagerly made his way through birdsong and gentle breezes to the rejuvenating Inner Earth Pond, the very body of water the Mother and her pet would visit exactly every 28 days from their heinous home on Surface Earth. The mystic, being a Sirian dolphin with high vitality needed not the Pond, of which was called Breña, to rejuvenate himself as Mother Magdalena did; he used the Pond for something different. Inner Earth was a realm warded by Amrita, the Mother’s pet. The mystic was on his way now to his realm, a world looked after by the old man himself— a divine version of a most pristine Earth in perfect harmony, existing outside the Time Continuum, and thus not in any stellar precession. And the entrance to his world was at the Bottom of Breña.

 

It was not long before the mystic could smell the familiar little body of water in the near distance and his step picked up pace upon sight of it, approaching with increased emphasis as he neared the Pond. Retiring his robes to the side, the old man, buck naked and hairy, tucked the Solaria Seed tightly against himself and dove into Breña. He swam a short ways to the bottom of the sacred waters where there was yet another underwater Stargate that he must pass through.

 

Surfacing at the Pond beside his thinking spot within the mystic’s Immortal Earth Southpole Homeland, the old man made haste toward the familiar grassy knoll of where he would sit and contemplate. Beside the knoll, standing taller than all the other trees around it, was a grand old hickory whose giant stump hugged a partially embedded Sirian Space Crystal the old man had kept there for this very purpose. He pulled a fast jog over to the tall tree, coming to a halt before the stump. He paused briefly, glaring inquisitively into the Sirian Space Crystal that glittered with an uncanny brightness. Then slowly, carefully, the man gently placed the glowing Solaria Seed inside the breadth of the glittering crystal and a very high-pitched noise sounded as a fiery ball of light lit the Seed up, haloing around it, blinding rays exuding outwards from it in slow pulses. The old man’s abdomen fastly warmed itself into a comforting hearth of some spiritual High campfire, and a smile spread across his face. Here he would let the Seed incubate for the time being.

 

He Headed back toward the Pond, mindfully bypassing his favorite grassy knoll of contemplation. As much as he wanted to sit and contemplate, he told himself, he now had more pressing issues to tackle due to the Seed coming into union with the Immortal Earth Southpole Homeland, a place he had created. He meditated his posture briefly, mindfully marking his passage in the undergrowth of his Homeland, took a round of heavy breaths of fresh air, then slipped back into the Pond. He would return here someday, he reminded himself. But not for a long while. He swam to the Bottom and took the Stargate back to Inner Earth. ~[MIKE EYE]

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‘We might not recover’: Neil deGrasse Tyson gets emotional and sounds the alarm. All the alarms.

 

 

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

 

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RIDING THE WAVES OF CREATION WITH TOOL

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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 You All May Know, 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 by becoming aware of the origin of the duality of the human mind and transcending this duality through creating resonance with waves at higher levels. [p.109] {*Author interjection: This is also essentially the definition of Visionary Fiction.*} He theorizes that the Universe is “composed of a nested hierarchy of holograms within holograms, which also at lower levels have Trees of Life at their centers.” [p.23] Compare this to the Wavespells of the Mayan Tzolkin. [lawoftime.org] In this blog post, Eye Bring You personal Awareness of the seriously important implications of this model’s Kreative Application when used by Us Lightworkers Now, and compare it to the lyrics of a totally genius TOOL song (no, it’s not Schism) to Diffuse Light into Your Beautiful Heads.

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I Am already Positive that All Readers and Bloggers of Something So Deep and NOT abstract such as DARK ESOTERIKA have already made this important konnection, but I Feel it so extremely important to render MY affiliation with the TRUE DIVINE in this precise manner during the Dawn of Our [US’s] Ultimate Trigger-point Katalyst WWIII Mobilization “Bombtrack” that is Coming Back Around Again exactly twenty years after the Year of tha Boomarang.

In his book, which I recommend you pickup and study, Calleman explains how “new and higher waves, each with a frequency twenty times higher than at the previous step, have subsequently become accessible [throughout history (p.50)]. If you scholars haven’t yet made the connection as I have, the frequency difference between these “waves of creation” increasing precisely 20x for each of the Nine Waves (not to mention the value and symbolic significance of the number 9, especially in how the signets of a One particular Tree of Life coordinate as such) is more than a little resonating. As Red Queen states in Her resounding award-winning 2014 book, Accessing Your Multidimensional Self: A Key to Cosmic History, “the present world of the human civilization was developed and is based on the third-dimensional zero, functioning as a positional place factor for 10, only half of the score (20). Ten [decimal] is third-dimensional and 20 is fourth-dimensional….Application of vigesimal mathematics [binary doubling] is what creates a new order of reality.” Klick.

So, Calleman says that over a course of 16.4 billion years (since the ‘big bang’), new waves of creation have been activating and spiraling out so to speak, influencing the polarities of both our Brains and the Earth simultaneously and continuously in phases of 7 peaks and 6 valleys (representing the 7 DAYS and 6 NIGHTS of Creation), in which the DAYS projected a particular polarization onto the land and in our heads during those times, and the NIGHTS projected no polarization at all. And we evolved through this flow. Throughout time, this has directly affected civilization or the lack thereof in astounding precision of a formulaic flow that pulses in precise proportions throughout history, unfolding, unravelling, and Calleman maps everything out for us in relatively simple terms and proves just how remarkable and significant these findings are in his book.

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As soon as a new creation wave is activated, however, the previous waves are still accessible, just less potent – hidden in a way. The key, Calleman says, is to ride the wave of interference patterns created by the ebb and flow of the previous and preceding creation waves. He likens this to serpentry curvature and the metaphor of the Rod of Asclepius, heavily citing how these archetypal symbols and designs have appeared over and over again in the artistic and scientific expressions of the oldest and most diverse cultures known to modern man. It seems I have always been wondering about this very thing.

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It gets more exciting! Apparently all Nine Waves are now accessible and running in parallel since March 9th, 2011 – pretty Godamn close to “2012,” the “Y2K” for New Age hippie equivalents. While we’re on this topic, consider the 60’s generation compared to the 90’s generation and attempt contrasting the two. I, Myself, have a difficult time doing so. Does it make you wonder about civilization? “It seems that in the areas where the conditions were ripe for it—Egypt, Anatolia, Mesopotamia, and the Indus Valley—people enthusiastically started to create civilizations around 3115 BCE. After all, they experienced civilization as a gift from the gods, and because this gift had a divine origin, it was incumbent upon them to develop it. Yet, at the same time people in this era shifted from being what the Hopi would call one-hearted to two-hearted, as the duality of the hologram mentally split a person in two,” Calleman states [p.109]. [See also: Evehema, “A Message for Mankind.”]

I will relate to the Sixth of what Calleman calls Creation Waves. This Wave was the first in the mental frequency range, the previous Five being within the morphogenetic, or biological range of the electromagnetic spectrum. It sparked in 3115 BCE and spirals out at a wavelength of 788 years. Compare this to the Harmonics and Chromatics of the Tzolkin. The activation of the Sixth Wave triggered a paradigm shift. According to Calleman, “The Sixth Wave transformed Fifth Wave humans who had begun to express themselves symbolically to beings with rational minds. Only after the mind of the Sixth Wave was downloaded did people start to create civilizations….Civilization did not create the mind; rather the activation of the rational mind through the Sixth Wave created civilization.” [p.77, 79]

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The polarity of the Sixth Wave Mind autonomously instigated a divide between rulers and the ruled of civilization, being half-divine light and half-darkness. This brought about caste systems and slavery. According to Calleman, “no lasting social change is possible if it is not promoted by people who have transformed their minds on a deep level and are not ruled by this duality of the Sixth Wave hologram….I believe that there is no such a thing as a force of evil and that the evil acts humans sometimes commit are a consequence of a particular dualist hologram they have downloaded.” [p.113, 116]

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I now leave you with the unofficial lyrics of the TOOL song Right In Two to ponder over at this very Kritical Moment. If You Know that You intrinsically resonate with My here post, I Highly recommend You Read the lyrics while listening to the Song. It should take a couple of seconds to load up on a search on the Internet. And… HAPPY LAST INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!! -MIKE EYE ⊙

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Right In Two


Angels on the sideline
Puzzled and amused
Why did Father give these humans free will
Now they’re all confused
Don’t these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around
Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys
Where there’s one you’re bound to divide it
Right In Two
Angels on the sideline
Baffled and confused
Father blessed them all with reason
And this is what they choose
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground
Silly monkeys, give them thumbs, they forge a blade
And where there’s one they’re bound to divide it
Right In Two
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground
Silly monkeys, give them thumbs, they make a club to beat their brother down
How they’ve survived so misguided is a mystery
Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability
To lift an Eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here
Cut and Divide Right In Two
Cut and Divide Right In Two
Cut and Divide Right In Two
Cut and Divide Right In Two
Fight ‘til they die over sun, over sky
Fight ‘til they die over sea, over air
Fight ‘til they die over blood, over love
Fight ‘til they die over words, polarizing
Angels on the sideline again
Benched along with patience and reason
Angels on the sideline again
Wondering where this tug of war will end
Cut and Divide Right In Two
Cut and Divide Right In Two
Cut and Divide Right In Two
Cut and Divide Right In Two

☆ 22. Special Signet Spot Zero: No One and the Mother lock onto the Grail

“Dead things are formed from under the waters….”
—Job 26.5

 

from Episode V. The Aqueous Transmission of The Aqueous Transmission

 

 

 

[chapter TWENTY-TWO]


THE MEGA-PREGNANT MOTHER MAGDALENA UNFLAPPABLY MEANDERED onward through the pallid Darkness with a slouch atop the shadowy, scorched Earth, her scepter in seizure, Amrita by her side. She had her belly bulge in a desperate clutch and was feeling a cross between pissed off and delirious. She was unaware of precisely how long it had been since she had initially donned and activated the ancient, sanctified artifacts of Solaria’s golden, glowing dress and stone azure amulet subsequent to her formal Anointing, but the woman presumed it was getting close to at least six months’ time, for at least the time she was used to “keeping”.

And still the Sun did not rise.

There were no stars in the sky.

The only entity that could be seen from up above was the ultra-bright Full Moon which just barely lit enough sheen to guide the two on their way, the whereabouts of which remained a question in check, if indeed the duo were to query their course in the first place; for a while now the two lonely voyagers had been distraught, without a clue.

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And, most curiously, the Full Moon did not even wax, nor wane all this time.

It didn’t seem like it could.

There was something missing.

Magdalena would stop to sleep atop the most unsoiled surface she would so happen to stumble upon, and usually only after becoming extremely exhausted. The abomination of desolation that graced the disgraced ground with devastation turned up everywhere the two took an unsteady stride.

The Mother had run out of food and water long ago, but miraculously her glorious golden garb was supplying her with the necessary vital hydration and nutrients she needed to survive. Amrita’s situation was also sustaining despite the treacherous conditions of the land and atmosphere; the robotic feline’s crystalline power-core had enough juice in it to keep it functioning for at least 60,000 more years.

The duo had remained mostly silent thus far throughout their heedless journey over the sullied scattered sediments of Fucked-Earth, neither individual having the urge to initiate conversation. Occasionally, Lina would fall upon the thought of what Solaria had demanded of her, as well as ponder the plenty of positions on precisely how on Fucked-Earth she would be able to carry the demands out. She felt frustrated but sucked it up as best she could, knowing there was nothing she could do to better the circumstance.

Every now and again throughout her travels Lina would receive a potent panicky sensation impulsively inch its way up the back of her throat, prompting in her a desire to scream and throw a fit. The woman would try hard to contain herself each time she became afflicted as such. She would occasionally call out to Solaria in hopes that the great power would heed her pleas, but the Mother never received a response. All along her travels, the heavy air of frustration over her predicament had not once loosened its grip on the Mother’s mood and aspirations.

Until now.

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The precious azure jasper amulet of Solaria, which was dangling against the cold Heart of the Mother, now began to suddenly tap into a communion with some foreign source she unexpectedly felt present on the planet at this time.

And it seemed to be calling to her!

Not two miles onward in the direction she felt drawn to by her amulet, Lina could faintly hear, as well as see on the fringes of her periphery, an ultra-high-frequency hum in the distance that was psychedelically pulsating a powerful cerulean sparkle that kept an Earthy, tribal rhythm at a steady tempo.

With a staticky jolt suddenly skulking up the back of her spine, Magdalena abruptly felt more at ease than she had in quite a while. Finally, she thought, there had been some sort of contact.

For the following several hours, she allowed herself to be gently lulled to the twinkling, subtle power that was reacting strongly with her amulet. Miraculously, Magdalena had become able to use the talisman’s intense powers to guide her through the muddled shadows and on toward the source that was indeed beckoning her so.

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Having now a destination, the Mother so took stride with a whole different style.

Fully energized, Magdalena slowly started to glow more and more vividly about her chest as she came closer and closer to the source that was drawing her in.

After many hours of travel from that point onward, a great deal of the scattered scrap and piles of ashy junk that had littered the surface of the dark, charred terrain of which woman and pet had thus far traversed, spread out as they strode forth, the wreckage slowly clearing to dissipation so as to soon start to supply the scenery with the semblance of barren wasteland. As the duo kept on, the super-psychedelic energies that were emanating from Lina’s amulet grew stronger and stronger still.

Before long, a sparkling, most striking vision appeared in the distance that was a stark contrast to anything she had trekked past thus far. The vision was before the Mother, up ahead a ways, and clashing in confounding conflict with the expansive vista of charred wasteland she was immersed within.

And perplexed by it immensely, the Mother soon decided to regard the vision as mere mirage. After all, in all probability being the only creature roaming the planet post-apocalypse, there very well could be no telling at all whether she had become a complete lunatic.

But upon approaching the curious, shimmering image, Lina decided to have second thoughts about it being an hallucination. There was a subtle brightness that moved like a small sly siren of sorts over the midline of the floating watercourse that was twinkling enigmatically, very much in the manner of UFOs reported during the days of old.

She paused, bedazzled in sheer stupefaction.

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Amrita popped a squat beside her. “What is it?” it asked the Mother.

“Rita, do you see that? Just ahead?” the Mother asked, hushed, pointing before her with her hand that was holding the iron-wrought scepter.

“What exactly are you referring to?” asked Amrita.

Lina tilted her head slowly to the left, all Eyes still locked onto the twinkling vision just before her. She bugged out her Eyes.

“Rita… I… Rita, there’s something there.”

The android shot a blank stare ahead and then looked back at Lina.

Magdalena slowly squinted her Eyes, staring ahead intently.

After a couple of minutes, she took a hard blink, shook her Head, and exhaled deeply, rubbing her Eyes.

“Rita, I think I’m hallucinating.”

“What do you see?” asked Lina’s mechanical companion insensibly.

Magdalena then caught a sudden ultra-vivid sensation of déjà vu the moment she somehow seemed to recognize the patterns in the blistered shatter cones embedded in the inglorious jagged substratum on either side of the apparent apparition, and she could feel tinges of radiation in the air that were bolstered by her mighty glowing golden dress. She felt exceedingly hot as she and Amrita continued to walk toward the vision, sweat starting to trickle down her face. Before the Mother shone enigmatically what seemed to her to be some sort of wavering, brilliant photo-sonic phantom waterbed of exquisite, glittering bright white light. And it had a blue tinge to it.

“There’s, like, a huge shimmering pond straight ahead, Rita…” Lina articulated slowly, “like, floating above the ground… wow, it’s beaming, Rita!” The seeming mystifying body of water mimicked the bright Full Moon up above most brilliantly.

“I see no such thing,” remarked Amrita.

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The woman slowly stepped toward the vision before her, Amrita stealthily slinking along by her side with reluctance.

About thirty-three yards ahead, Lina came to a stop.

She knelt down.

Her jasper amulet was now emitting so much energy that her whole torso glowed vigorously with hazy light-blue rays that exuded off of her in slothful, glossy wisps.

Before her, there seemed to exist a calm, clean, fresh glowing pond hovering just slightly over the ground with wonderfully shiny reflections rippling through it in silver sparkles that were emblazoned with golden lace.

And it had a blue tinge to it.

Mouth widened with mystery, Lina reached her hand out to touch the water and her fingers slipped into the wetness dreamily. She lightly latched up her Eyelids and allowed the tranquil essence of the liquid to enfold her wrist.

There, Magdalena remained, expressionless, mesmerized for a timeless instant. During the occurrence, her experience was psychedelically imprinted onto the morphogenetic field of the human race at a particularly high frequency.

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Before long, the entire body of the Mother was surging with warm, potent prana, and she became extremely euphoric. A peaceful smile had been forged upon the precious disgraced face of the gorgeous dark Mother. Her upper body, and now also the area of perceived space three feet directly above her head, had begun shining big beams of white light outward, with hazy blue wisps exuding from the beams’ edges. It was getting so bright within the local vicinity that Lina almost forgot that the flora and fauna of Fucked-Earth still boasted a most murky nocturnal ambiance all elsewhere.

NEXT: MOTHER AQUA-TRIPP. -MIKE EYE

ABOUT MY EPIK WORLD

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

 

 

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

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

  -MIKE EYE ⊙

 

 

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

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

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

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2.  What makes your world special or different?

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

— Also, Intimidation and Lies from them.

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

 

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

Yes! This is discussed in detail in #2.

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

You tell me!! 😉

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

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

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

Please See #5.

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

That it’s real.

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☆ 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.


Chapter 14.

 

 

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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. 

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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. 

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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.

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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.  

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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. 

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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.

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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. 

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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.

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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 

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Compressed Evolution Means Your Body Is Changing, Now ☆☆ Denise Le Fay

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Evolution Ascension — Denise Le Fay

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“From Out of the Blue,” In a State Poised to Vaporize, a Miracle helps get me through to the Other Side: T⊙⊙L TO PERFORM AT FESTIVAL DOWN THE STREET FROM ME.

>>>>>>>>OF ALL THE INTENSE THINGS IN THE SPOTLIGHT OF GOINGS-ON AS OF LATE, there is One MAJOR amazingly positive, super rare and exciting event coming up this month that seemed so very unlikely and unexpected to me in light of how much terribly horrible and deeply demonic stuff is seemingly more likely to occur nowadays on our planet Urth, at the kusp. 

TOOL is coming to headline a festival literally RIGHT DOWN THE STREET FROM ME……….

This is such incredibly happy, stunning news for me and I am deeply grateful and honored to Know I will be experiencing yet another Once-in-a-lifetime event (not to mention EXTREMELY EXCITED ABOUT IT). Eye Imagine I could be only so fortunate as to gain epiphanies there that would otherwise aid me somehow in stimulating my budding growth as a new author and propel my kareer officially into its “New Author” Emergence phase.

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I’m so excited for BOSTON CALLING festival that it’s still about ten days away, and I already have my admittance bracelet on. 😆😆😆😆😎 It’s been almost five years since I’ve last seen TOOL, and this will be my fourth time Seeing Them. ANYONE ELSE GOING, I WILL SEE YOU ALL THERE!!!! 😀👽

A REALLY GREAT, FUNNY BATMAN EASTER EGG FIND!

Gordon’s Cell Phone. From BATMAN – ENDGAME PART 3.

“ENDO SACKS & JEWELS”

[KON-TEMP’S FLOWS] Exhibit D.

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Sent to you / as a pool of drool / my rules
Are concocted from a pocket of endo sacks & jewels

Attackin’ the bent socket / I’m packin’ what will shock you
Fuck the sloppy shit like soppy trips from a poppy

I’m talkin’ of facts that will rock the cradle / so I’ll be able
To discern a burned face from learned disgraced fables

I’m bringin’ mad shit to the table because I’m hackin’ it
Stacking the truth / keepin’ it loose like a noose / before the eclipse

Then my mighty rhyme / given some time / might tighten like grips…

I creep soul to my peephole / seepin’ the keep hold
Gatherin’ light / fusin’ cracks / Fuck the steeple

I keep the coal in the furnace blazin’ sacks
The facts are hazy but don’t faze me ‘cause they’re lazy cats

When I rock / it’s over / like I’m sober
Hear that I’m knockin’ on the door / as I soar through the open sky

I’m surprised my high has subsided / now I’m collided
With sheer irony squeezin’ like pliers…

The fiery siren of the liar that has subsided

I hide / I’m hidden / feelin’ forever ridden of lies
That try to connect with the wrong pieces of the puzzle

I dissect the next activity given to me as a guzzle
Beer / which steers me in the direction of cheer

When I get close to the near hose I shed a tear
Disappearing but merely nearing a searing fear

I’m leaven in Heaven I dwell with the spell I cast on thee
Is it me? Or the meltin’ skeleton key

Holdin’ like gelatin / sellin’ out / spoutin’ a fee
Of grief that holds me & guides me to the leaf
I pack the keef / keep my stride as a relief -MIKE “Kon-Temp Klowd” EYE

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