“NEW TOOL ALBUM.”

 

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

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

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

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

 

 

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Sirian Crystal Genetic Enhancement (For the Betterment of Humanity)

 

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Chapter 6


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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I hate you!” The Mother was sincere.

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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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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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

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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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.

 

 

 

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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

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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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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

Media Colludes to Hide Astonishing Fact About Glaring Signal in The Cosmos. Scientists Scramble to Explain Away. | Media

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*ÆN MEMORIUM*

Let ‘er R.I.P.’  CHRIS CORNELL (From the Bottom of my heart, Thank You!! Please give Scott, Layne, and Kurt my regards!!)

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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!!!! 😀👽

“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

The Process.

[KON-TEMP’S FLOWS] – Exhibit C.

 

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The process is piece by piece with repetition of ill matter
I’m on a mission to fill fatter spots than ducks splatter

Duck & gather your things & run far
‘Cause I’m flippin’ this spit in your eardrum

My repertoire is to come correct with this affection
Alarming like detection / ‘cause I’m startlin’ you

With effects from sessions / & then next,
My words will bust through your head like sex lust

‘Cause you’re bein’ fed with this verbal lead of complex thrusts
Shit’s ill / as I switch up the sick skill,

Flipped / unexpectedly like fate when karma trains slip
Off track & spill / destiny / a wreck successfully in check

Like you’ll be / when it’s your face that I fill
With toxic cum of Holy Shit

Spillin’ ridiculousness of ill words of sickness on your tits
I flip & smoke the tree,

Lettin’ it loose over the façade of God’s land,
In my own space pod / I command the beat

& enhance the mindset / for you to understand
The deceit in bittersweet trances of silhouettes

In fact the threat / of cracked regret / of shit lost
Is past / so I can cross / & surpass the laws

That’ve been lettin’ tax upset the bots
Who kicked back / relaxed / & forgot the max cause,

The facts that don’t pause / in bein’ more ever present & clear
Than the voices a paranoid s-s-schizophrenik hears

Enter Fear: I am near the horizon that’s Blood Red
& I’m feelin’ the rain starting to sprinkle with the wind
I’m parting with sin. -MIKE EYE

The State of the World, Undressed, by MIKE EYE

ORIGINALLY BLOGGED BY MIKE EYE ON NOVEMBER 14, 2016 @ DARKESOTERIKA.COM

DARK ESOTERIKA

The State of the World, Undressed

By MIKE EYE


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

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

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

But, let’s seriously ask ourselves, what the fuck just really happened in the past month or…

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WHAT MUST WE DO IN THE ABSENCE OF TRUTH…??

 

 

….we listen to the Album. 

 

 

IN THE ABSENCE OF TRUTH  |  ISIS

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WE KNOW WE WANT CHANGE, BUT FROM WHAT? AND HOW EXACTLY DO WE GET IT?

We Know We Want Change, But From What? And How Exactly Do We Get It?

By Mike Eye

 

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Change. Do We want it? A great deal of Us here now seem to be personifying that notion, or at least that’s what We’re lead to generally assume. But do We get that change?

To be honest (as I always am on my blog) I’m scared of Change. The state of Mind Eye try to achieve is perpetual harmonious bliss. I’ve always Viewed that highly desirable elemental, emotional wave mindstream to be a perpetual ‘OM’, which Eye View as a konstant, and denotes no Change. Yet I also realize that the Only konstant IS Change, as it holographically manifests itself into Our existence flickering through Our Consciousness to form fluid Images of constant growth that always Changes. And then, it is to assume, of course, that Changes must continue happening, as an object, or subject as is the case here, in motion remains in motion proven by what we can test in experiments with modern-day physics. So I guess it’s logical to presume that We “creatures of habit”, as it were in Our case, require and are hardwired to expect and want Change with respect to the fact that We are constantly changing.

But we somehow never seem to publically, collectively convince Ourselves that We have yes indeed gotten that big major Change in Our Lives that We’ve been Dreaming of because We haven’t as a people yet gotten to that convergence point in our evolution where we can Collectively Live in the Moment and Be Here Now. As Creedence Clearwater Revival alluded to, “Some Day Never Comes.”

To all my WordPress Followers (now over 1,000!) who struggle with the Idea of Change (Thank You!), and since we live in a fiscal society, I offer up this helpful metaphor to consider. Whenever we need to ‘make Change’ we break a dollar. Change is therefore made, and actualized, when We immediately and systematically break down and subjugate the parts, or coins as it were, of the whole, the dollar, and Separate, as Trump would, and does. But We must also realize at the same time that even as that majority of us (U.S.) who don’t live in poverty can Imagine, anyone who instantly needs to make Change attempts to combine and collect those very same powerful Separate coins to form a dollar so that she or he can go buy something and gain from it. So both acts must occur, but simultaneously, One after the Other. This Eternal Process is One of the reasons history repeats itself. That’s a fact, and it’ll remain at rest. And as We Know as a fact, a body at rest will remain at rest!MIKE EYE

[LISTEN TO A TRUE MODERN-DAY RELIK]

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The Bedlam In Goliath by The Mars Volta

[KURRENT EPIK ALBUM ON ROTATION]

KYUSS | WELCOME TO SKY VALLEY (1994)

One of my personal favorite albums.

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