Synopsis Of My Novel

Source: Synopsis Of My Novel

☆ 12. The Mother’s Sakred Prophetik Dream.

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[chapter TWELVE of MIKE EYE’s The Aqueous Transmission]


MOTHER MAGDALENA HAD BEEN TRAVELING AT LIGHTSPEED IN Fibonacci sequence throughout the Milky Way in her beloved high-tech silvery space-pod during the global‭ ‬detonation‭, One day prior to her ship going down, ‬the craft now weaving in and out of infinite instances of space‭, ‬it’s wake folding over multi-layered fabrics of time‭, ‬creating an intricate‭, ‬multicolored, multi-dimensional tapestry of existence within the Milky Way galaxy and beyond‭, ‬grinding the gears of Purpose into ol’ grandfather clockwork‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Her subjective consciousness not yet aware of what had happened miles below her‭, still hours away from the moment of time in which the unconsciously permitted brash crash of her craft was to take place, ‬the Mother’s Lustful Heart still surged now with great‭ ‬delight due to the still-recent aftermath of her over-joyous‭, ‬deeply longed-for‭, ‬sanctified seduction within the Andromeda Biodome of the mistaken Last Godhed on Earth, the as-yet-to-be-revealed identity of Al Rodnam’s Shadow‭. The Mother perched now over the broken body of the extra-limp and dismembered man with great satisfaction‭, ‬endowed with a very wide‭, ‬Wicked smile‭, ‬her Core glistening as it, at that exact moment, unconsciously broke the synchronous rotation it had had with the man‭, ‬and the Earth‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The fiendish female‭, ‬unaware that the man had just in fact Died at that very instant, ‬tightly gift-wrapped his upper body with her dark‭, ‬decorative tribal Holy bedsheets.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

 “You’re not gonna wanna watch this‭, ‬babe‭,‬”‭ ‬she‭ ‬uttered with conviction‭, ‬as she prepared to partake in her trademark ritual activity‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

And with much distinguished rapture‭, ‬the Mother savagely ripped off the man’s cock and balls with her teeth‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Seconds later‭, ‬the man’s Head blew off from its neck‭, ‬burying itself deep within the sheets‭, ‬as his Soul went tumbling down into the depths of his own black hole that closed around him‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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MOTHER MAGDALENA WAS COMPLETELY FOCUSED ON ENJOYING THE feeling that arose within her after she had had her way with Fletcher Munsin‭. ‬Totally proud of herself in a way that made her feel as if she could conquer the Earth‭, ‬the woman giggled to herself in overzealous excitement‭, ‬not yet realizing that the Earth‭, ‬in fact‭, ‬had just conquered her‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Feeling fully satisfied with herself‭, ‬having arose from her seductive poise upon the bed‭, ‬the confident woman now stood tall‭, ‬winked at a reflection of her own slightly bloody face‭, ‬staring at it playfully in a large wall-sized mirror in her space-pod’s bedroom before gratifying herself further by panning her sights slowly‭ ‬down her dark‭, ‬gorgeous nude body‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She turned herself on‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Before the mirror Lina brought forth her left knee slightly‭, ‬bending over to softly place her hands around the thigh of the same‭ ‬long‭, ‬dark leg‭, ‬preciously sliding her fingers smoothly down it‭. ‬She was mostly pleased with what she saw‭, ‬although she felt she could use a tan‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Time for sun‭!‬”‭ ‬she said to herself playfully‭, ‬staring into the mirror as she began grooming her sex-hair with her hands‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Lina bowed a bit closer to herself as she blew out a‭ ‬kiss and smiled‭. ‬“You sexy‭ ‬thaang‭!‬”‭ ‬she commented to her reflection‭, ‬which still showed dried driblets of Fletcher Munsin’s blood caked around her mouth‭. ‬She nonchalantly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand‭, ‬cocked her head to the side‭, ‬and spat on‭ ‬the floor‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Feeling a great sense of relief‭, ‬Lina spun around vivaciously‭, ‬twirling fro her dress circularly‭, ‬before collapsing onto her bed‭ ‬next to Fletcher Munsin’s body‭, ‬which was already starting to undergo rigor mortis‭. ‬She took a huge breath into her‭ ‬lungs happily‭, ‬and then slowly released it‭, ‬savoring every millisecond of her joyous sentiment‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“I don’t smell ya rotting yet‭, ‬boy‭!‬”‭ ‬Lina remarked teasingly as she smacked the dead man’s bare stomach with her open palm‭. ‬She stared down at the dark blood still flowing out from the mortal abrasion between his stubs at a medium pace. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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“That is fuckin’‭ ‬too bad for you‭!‬”‭ ‬said Lina‭, ‬gently swaying a finger pointing toward the corpse‭, ‬flippantly flinging forth a bubbly bounce of each shoulder for each word she spoke‭. ‬She gracefully kissed the inner fingers of her right hand and then extended it out to pat the bed sheets toward the Head of Fletcher Munsin‭, ‬which was still supposedly concealed beneath‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“I love you‭, ‬babe‭,‬”‭ ‬she muttered‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

With such a bounty of her endorphins having recently been released into the room like helium escaping a big blown balloon‭, ‬the woman was growing exhausted‭. ‬She felt she could use a nap‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She‭ ‬turned to her back and looked up at the ceiling‭. ‬“Ahhh‭! ‬Sleep always seems like it progresses faster and faster in hyperspace‭,‬”‭ ‬she marveled to herself‭. ‬“I wonder why that is‭.‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Lina kept her Head fixed upward‭, ‬not bothering at all to even glance over at the decomposing Fletcher Munsin‭. ‬Her Eyelids slowly drooped over her Eyes and she fell asleep without realizing it‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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MAGDALENA CAME TO IN A RELAXED‭, ‬FAMILIAR DREAMSCAPE‭. ‬IT WAS nighttime‭, ‬and she sat under the myst of the familiar crimson-flushed Full Moon that glittered down from the‭ ‬starlit sky‭. ‬Nearby a small bonfire‭, ‬she sat cross-legged on the filthy ground‭, ‬finding herself engaged in simple‭, ‬stupid ‘Rune games’ with the village Loombugs‭ — those‭ ‬unmindful lively husks of uselessness whose greatest joy was to feed and sacrifice the wretched swine in their dreadful playpens‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Everything took place so ordinarily that she didn’t realize she was dreaming‭, ‬like she sometimes could‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Lina and the foul female Loombugs all ‬huddled together in‭ ‬a pack of eight‭, ‬sitting on the ground un-mindfully laying out Rune Stones on the dirt‭, ‬laughing and cheering all along‭. Yes, nothing appeared out of the ordinary to Lina. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

But soon, the woman felt stark shame scraping outward from her insides‭, ‬overcome with embarrassment that she was‭ ‬still‭ ‬trying to have lowly fun with her inadequate daughters despite the explicit heeding of Solaria‭ ‬not‭ ‬to do so‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“You girls each been fetchin’‭ ‬your own Water lately‭, ‬I see‭,‬”‭ ‬the Mother said to the young girls to distract herself‭, ‬noticing each one taking sips from their own flasks‭. ‬“None-a you stealin’‭ ‬shit from one‭ ‬another anymore‭! ‬That’s good‭. ‬And settle down for God-sakes‭, ‬you fuckin’ children are being too Goddam loud‭. ‬Shutup‭, ‬why don’tcha‭!‬”‭ ‬She took a strident‭, ‬condescending tone as she sometimes found herself doing for some reason‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The Loombugs did yap there traps quite a bit and would get naughtier and naughtier the larger their posses got‭; it would seem ‬they functioned much better in numbers‭. ‬They mostly would play together with their Stone Runes‭ in a manner long since stained in its original purpose and meaning, adorning the ritual areas with their mindless chatter‭. ‬This would usually occur everyday with the Bugs, for many hours on‭ ‬end‭, ‬consistently with ‬group upon group‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Perhaps strangely enough‭, ‬however‭, when it was time, ‬the wretched Loombugs would always each Feed their own Personal Pigs in Solitude‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Each Loombug had her own sleep schedule‭, ‬which varied quite a bit from girl-beast to girl-beast‭, ‬so it was commonplace for them to come and go in and out of groups quite frequently‭. ‬This variation of daily schedule personally experienced‭ ‬by each girl perpetually resulted in each group continuously revolving affiliates‭, ‬never containing the same series of girls within them‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

And now, the stupid little girls in Lina’s group cowered a bit with implied shameful acknowledgement at the Mother’s reprimands‭, ‬demonstrating their habitual conditioned response‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The severely deformed Loombugs had the tendency to be rather rambunctious little‭ ‬things at most times‭, ‬even well into their teenage years‭, ‬usually fooling around childishly even if they weren’t feeding their filthy hogs‭, ‬which they always did mutely‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

But whenever the Mother was around‭, ‬they would mostly surrender their mischievousness‭, ‬behaving as still boards when she spoke forcefully‭. ‬The Loombugs were most often overly wary of her presence directly after she spoke down to them‭, ‬the Mother not usually noticing the unsettling aura that would arise from them each time she scolded them‭, but she now wrote a note to herself that, this time around, she strangely realized that she did.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

But the Mother never intended any harm toward any of her daughters‭; ‬she unconditionally loved them all just the same‭, ‬for she knew they were but mere extensions of herself‭, ‬that she lived for them‭. That that was what she was supposed to do.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬Magdalena did not customarily act harshly with her sisters‭ throughout day-to-day life in her tribal village of Bry Dellows on Fucked-Earth. Her wrath typically came to strike out only once precisely every twenty-eight‭ nights, ‬on the‭ ‬very eve that had long, long ago, during a time long, long since forgotten, the Moon would briefly shine full during the only moment it could do so all month long, one of exactly thirteen times of which would occur each year.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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During the aquatic times of this story, like all others in the Milky Way proceeding it, ‬the Moon would come to remain Blood-Red and Full forever proceeding the emergence and release of the Mother’s beastly flesh and blood —  the hoggish Mandorla. It was henceforth locked into place and would never have the tendency to wax nor wane, this lack of action possibly paying homage to the degree with which Mother Magdalena will have the tendency to illicit instances of Pure Rage in her upcoming day-to-day activities with her beloved Hawk Sisters.

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Engaged in the absurd Rune ritual now being conducted by her Loombug daughters‭, forgetting she was dreaming, ‬Lina glanced skyward for a moment‭, ‬intending to lock Eyes with her cherished Moon‭. But to her absolute astonishment‭, ‬it was gone‭, ‬nowhere‭ ‬to be seen‭. ‬Yet‭, ‬a soft scarlet blush still remained‭, ‬settled gently upon the brush surrounding her, mysteriously illuminating it‭. Because of the overflowing of Melatonin in her Head, among other things, the sleeping woman may have then, at that moment, most likely have been able to transform her dream into a vivid, lucid experience. Instead, having thoroughly Lost her nerve, she fell to pieces. ‬With a sharp‭, ‬panicky jolt‭, ‬Lina rose to her feet and looked all around for the missing Moon‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“WHAT THE FUCK‭!?‬”‭ ‬shouted Lina in an unleashed panic‭, ‬headup to the sky‭. ‬“Where are you‭?‬”‭ ‬she cried out in great fear‭. ‬“Where is that glow coming from‭?‬”‭ ‬she asked No One‭, ‬blankly‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Magdalena all of a sudden became suspicious of herself‭, ‬and her connection with nature‭.‬ Intense notions of paranoia were setting in.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Confounded beyond belief‭, ‬and with sweat starting‭ ‬to form behind her neck and on her forehead‭, ‬Lina turned back to question her daughters with whom she had just been engaged in ritual‭, ‬but as she did so‭, ‬the faces of all eight of them were simultaneously starting to psychedelically mutate‭, their faces ‬transmuting before her Eyes into engorged blood-red bubbles that were slowly expanding‭, ‬their unveiled giant Eyes bulging forth as they suspiciously stared‭ ‬at the Mother bleakly‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Then all of their faces fuzzed out slightly‭, ‬and the edges of their Heads shed form as they slowly melted outward‭, ‬gravity but a slew of forces abruptly beginning to work most curiously‭. ‬As the Heads of the Bugs kept gradually expanding‭, ‬their Bug-Eyes spun round and round in their sockets‭, ‬faster and faster‭ as great big smiles on each of their faces grew wider and wider‭. ‬Before long‭, ‬each of their faces all‭ ‬depicted the same cartoonish expression of clownish Wickedness‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Their Eyebrows morphed into profound bushes of deep expression that seemed inhuman as they raised clear off their faces‭, ‬slanting inward dramatically toward their noses‭, ‬more and more‭, ‬hovering above their Heads‭ now, ‬just beside the devilish horns that had promptly spawned from beneath the roots of their scraggly hair‭. ‬The Bugs were all gaping at Mother Magdalena idly and spoke a foreign language‭, ‬very rapidly‭, ‬incorporating new tones and clicks the Mother had never heard‭ ‬before‭. ‬At least so she thought‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

As her sisters’‭ ‬Heads continued to inflate‭, ‬their spiraling Eyes growing larger by the second‭ and ‬spinning faster and faster still‭, ‬there materialized before‭ ‬each one a shiny key‭. ‬Each sister seized the keys that were each hovering in midair in front of them‭, ‬lifted up their lower garbs‭, ‬and‭ ‬proceeded to insert these keys forthright into their vaginas in twisting motions‭, asexually ‬penetrating deeper and deeper until their puckering labias were soul-sucking their filthy fists‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Alarmed considerably‭, ‬Magdalena gripped her Head tightly and let out a loud wail‭, ‬surprising herself with the sheer fervor annunciated in her vocal vibrations‭. Thrashing her Head about‭, ‬she screamed agonizingly for a few seconds as two alternate landscapes that were superimposed upon One another swirled together in a blur behind her Eyes‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She focused her vision‭, ‬finding herself in the bedroom of her spaceship beside the corpse of Fletcher Munsin‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Whew‭!‬”‭ ‬Lina uttered with relief‭, ‬wiping the sweat off her brow with the back of her right hand‭. ‬“It wouldn’t-a hurt had my heels clicked together sooner‭, ‬shit‭!‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Then her body jerked to the side‭, ‬a sense of urgency arising within her‭. ‬Lina sprang up from her bed instantly‭, ‬instinctively knowing exactly what she was then obliged to do‭. ‬She came around to the edge of the bed where Fletcher Munsin’s tied stumps were slightly spread apart‭, ‬his gory guts sinking out through the deep slash‭ in between them. ‬She became distracted momentarily‭, ‬glancing down at her feet‭, ‬realizing she was standing in at least two‭ ‬inches of blood‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Shaking herself free of the image that held her‭, ‬Lina shut her Eyes tightly and hastily reached her arm into the gruesome opening of Fletcher Munsin’s corpse‭, ‬seeking his pancreas‭. ‬When she was about as deep as half her arm‭, ‬she moved her fingers inside his body and felt around‭. ‬Blood was squirting past her arm out through the gash from which she was permeating‭, ‬and she grimaced‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Fuck‭!‬”‭ ‬she exclaimed frustratingly as she struggled to locate the organ‭. ‬“Uggh‭…‬” She felt around impatiently‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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It took quite some time to locate what she believed to be Fletcher Munsin’s pancreas‭, ‬took a big breath into her lungs‭, ‬and yanked on it until it snapped‭ ‬free from all it had been attached to‭. ‬Pulling the organ out through the hole where the man’s genitalia had Once been intact‭, ‬she tried to make out exactly what it was she was holding‭.‬‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Wiping the blood and other bodily residue from the appendage with her tribal bedsheets‭, ‬she tilted her Head back‭, ‬and then forth‭, ‬flipping the organ around to try and determine what it was‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She was no M‭.‬D‭. ‬but she came to realize that what she had extracted was indeed not the pancreas‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Fuck‭!‬”‭ ‬she again cried out‭. ‬“I ripped out the‭ ‬fuckin’ ‬liver‭ ‬by accident‭!‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Tossing the organ aside as if it were a used tissue‭, ‬Lina delved back into Fletcher Munsin’s carcass‭. ‬She reached around inside‭, ‬amidst slimy decaying guts‭, ‬until she felt something she prayed was the pancreas‭. ‬She gripped it tightly‭, ‬took in a deep breath‭, ‬shut her Eyes tight‭, ‬and tugged at the object with all her might‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

A repulsive odor was starting to‭ ‬waft past Lina’s nostrils‭. ‬“Awww‭!‬”‭ ‬she exclaimed with loathing‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The organ she was holding onto did not come out as easily as the liver‭. ‬Blood was everywhere‭. ‬She tossed the new extraction onto‭ ‬her bed in disgust‭, ‬let out an unsettling yelp as shivers flew‭ ‬up her spine‭. ‬Lina wiped her nose that had started to drip with the back of a bloody hand‭, ‬droplets of blood dribbling off of it with the snot‭.‬‭ ‬She paused momentarily‭, ‬took in a deep breath‭, ‬exhaled‭, ‬and then started examining the bloodied appendage of Fletcher Munsin‭. ‬She grasped an edge of her bedsheet from one of the corners and wiped some dark blood off of the thing‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“This has‭ ‬got‭ ‬to be the pancreas‭.‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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She soon realized that, it indeed was‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Examining the thing, turning it round and round on each side, she came to notice on one side of the organ what seemed to be tiny writing cleverly etched into its surface. With a hard blink of astonishment, Magdalena brought the organ closely up to her Eyes as she could see that on that side of the pancreas was inscribed a message scrawled mysteriously in the English language‭:‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Of course I suc-cum-bed to your temptation‭; ‬I was a human man-hybrid from the third seeding‭. ‬And as much as I sincerely tried to resist your advances‭, ‬you ultimately‭ ‬had greater power over me‭. ‬It is Tao‭: ‬the way‭. ‬For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction‭, ‬my dear‭. This applies beyond lifetimes. ‬Unbeknownst to you‭, ‬even with your sly ways‭, ‬the seed you so desperately sought‭ ‬after will give birth to your demise‭. ‬It was the fundamental part of a special formula that‭, ‬Once inside you‭, my ‬Mother Magdalena‭,‬‭ ‬will have released an aligned cluster of atomic nuclear energy hailing from the memory banks of your Lunar storage unit, and directly into Earth‭. ‬All your hard work‭, ‬gone‭! ‬HAH‭! ‬Kiss your dear sisters goodbye‭! ‬Cunt‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

☆ 38. The Last Godhed.

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[chapter THIRTY-EIGHT]


ZAPPING THROUGH THE DIMENSIONAL LOCK SYSTEM AND SHOOTING straight into the Inner-Earth Underworld in One super surge, a fast grip around the Staff of Lachrylon, Al Rodnam fastly emerged from his safe haven of Personal Solitude in a great rush, up into the serpent domain of elusively illusive aquatic Evil that was the happy dreamland and tropical euphoric playground of the One High Entity who went by the name of Amrita and took more than One form. It was not long, after having become a completely reborn, sketchily recharged entity, before the eely serpent permanently marked her position atop the Head of the Mother and quickly became Used to ‘spending’ her days physically attached to her Head, Now relating to the Mother in quite a different way than she had Once before.

It was more like the Mother was Amrita’s pet now.

(But the Mother didn’t mind.)

And the Mother Magdalena loved it so. The Highest of Hankerhawks fastly became more easy to carry a deviant smirk now upon her face as she went about her blurry days of eternal dusk instructing the pathetic Loombugs in false and forgotten, mindless ritualistic Runic activity, as usual. It strangely brought upon the Hankerhawks a mind-numbing-style comfort that preoccupied them with diversions of a subversion that brought pleasantries of perversion.

Over the course of several generations, Magdalena and her fellow Hankerhawks would disappear every now and again in small groups to venture into Amrita’s world and recharge their High Spirit Identity reserve banks with precious Earthly Manna, a process that always brought with it a certain kind of High all its own, and to each Hawk alike.

All the Hankerhawk women fed on this.

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And they all got to seemingly forever physically embody perpetual grace and beauty, and a super-powerful longevity that collided into the Highest, most ironically egotistical standards of living down to a full-on fashion-fail gig-flop, all made-up and flitting around like corny thespians overdone, charred, always seemingly effortlessly all washing themselves together with the Water each time they entered this world, absently letting seep into their slightly sweaty fresh pores the semi-ever-enduring jizz-juice Revitalization of the enigmatic lake of a most pertinent, potent fiery rejuvenation.

Call it an indigenous, territorial female obsession to become enamored with a Glamour most possessive.

A Glamour most possessive, indeed.

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It was more than merely remaining youthful and extending their survival.

All this they gathered from the pond like drugs in irresistible drips, the perceptive, subsisting Hawk Women coming to maintain resourceful power in their teacher roles back at Bry Dellows, far above the little Loombugs they pretended to love.

The Hankerhawks all knew instinctively that they were doing something wrong each day by fulfilling those expected roles of them, but cared not at all of that fact, or what it may mean; the women never even talked about it amongst themselves.

Al Rodnam swiftly swam up through the cobalt crystal aquatics and emerged at the top of the youth-keeping pond of Inner-Earth in slow-motion, up and into a big, yellow burst of sated, soothing warm Sunlight mixed with grey dabs of sparse shade that was instantly ever-so-relaxing against the old man’s dark, aged skin.

From within the pond, it felt for an instant to him as if his raw mystical hide were as soft and wet as Mother Magdalena’s skin always appeared to be — such perfectly pure-seeming skin to the touch. The Mother’s skin always had such an enduring glow; perpetually shining subtley with persistence it continued to be, and with electrical sonar pulse ripples that shot curiously outward from her stride. These electrical ripples had a much more profound effect on her sisters, who were graced by her radiance on a daily basis, than they would ever realize.

Not to mention the effect it would have on One Godhed.

The Mother Magdalena was all-too captivating.

Damn’ Distraction, thought Al Rodnam.

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The old man sighed in his melancholy reminiscence. Alas, Al Rodnam Knew how Mother Magdalena’s skin felt only through the metaphysical attachment he had with his Shadow, Fletcher Munsin.

The old man, still partially submerged in the Water, almost didn’t realize it was actually heavily raining out. Much to his astonishment, the warm Waters were in fact powerfully pouring down in sporadic spots, separate clusters of perfectly proportioned downstreams most Peaceful and precisely leveled to the flat surface of this mysterious midland, as straight as could be, and not a single breeze of wind arose to blow the rain about so. Dazzling Sun showed through the fluffy clouds in its serpentine patchwork fashion, and around the pattern of gleams waltzed dusky, dark-blue, almost foggy billows that slowly drifted westward, some small curious patches of Air interspersed with the gusts diffusing about the Serpent’s surroundings.

Al Rodnam and Fletcher Munsin, both, each liked to consider himself rather receptive to the Serpent’s World; after all it was he who had first revealed to Amrita that there was something quite powerful and important about her interchangeable, ultra-biological, advanced rate of metamorphosis that held within its biological and spiritual structure the Key to the portal-door of a World she had Once created with a few others of like-character, but had not Come to be Aware of during her time existing as a chiefly mechanically-powered full-functioning, animal-like, sleek-looking robot with feline tendencies who somehow possessed the relatively uncanny power to become strangely affectionate. And Enlightened. But in this moment, the wise mystic felt totally alienated from where he now floated, and for a reason he just simply could not come to terms with.

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Despite this absent sentiment he Knew was a part of his Nature, however, Al Rodnam Now found himself lulled to a most peaceful deliberation as he forcefully interacted intuitively with the regional, native energies.

He was soon overcome by an incredibly overwhelming Sadness that slowly seeped into his senses. It strode across his synapses in woe, delivering to the old man deep, inky diffusions of melatonin into his Head. He came to realize that the Melancholy now striking him was bringing about the deepest Sorrow he had ever felt. His throat painfully swelled to a high knot that blocked his breathing rather disdainfully, and the old man’s Lost Innocence altogether Flowed fully into his primary Consciousness in a rush, his Heart literally cracking at One corner as he sharply shed desperate Tears of a crushing despondence the likes of which made his torn, hollow-feeling Heart then shudder in a grey shaded Shame.

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After an extremely Intense moment of Self-Actualization, the old man was suddenly stricken with the abrupt realization that he was slipping into shock… but, upon further examination of his body, came to see that he was not.

But it sure felt like he was, he thought to himself. He saw that he was shivering all over.

Then the old man’s Eyesight came into focus just as he was discovering the ever-important relevance of his surroundings — almost for the first time — and his Head was slouched over dramatically to One side. He noticed his legs still submerged in a shallow end of the revitalizing Inner-Earth pond just below his craggily knees, the warm, thin Water goblets from the sky still falling pleasurably all over his body and all around him in warm, straight serene streams.

Al Rodnam was extremely High.

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A minute later, still not finding himself completely unmoved, Al Rodnam noticed he was staring straight at an extra-long, suspiciously all-too picturesque soaken piece of Birch parchment lying just aside the stump of a lovely lush Oak trunk that was situated atop the humblest mound of the healthy Inner-Earth soils, over in a shadowy clearing nearby the pond and looking prophetically suspect. Refining his view, the old man could see some sort of inscripture etched into the wet bark.

He stepped out of the pond, softly walked over to his entreatment, and slowly picked up the large, flat piece of soaked parchment and read what was legibly scrawled upon it.

“Al Rodnam — …

…Don’t Forget.

— Lachrylon”

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Al Rodnam Looked Up Above at the comfortably falling rain that continued to pour down in straight and thick, very soft and sultry, mysty lines despite the heavy shade of the high canopy of tropical rain trees. Two rainbows criss-crossed each other over a nearby patch of shade. The man remained soaked into the very pleasurable, warm temperate of the rainy jungle tropics. He happily looked around himself in psychedelic astonishment, feeling so warm, and as if he were seeing the world for the very First Time… but as a fully grown adult. Passionate Tears continued flowing down his cheeks and neck, blending with the warm rain. The Last Godhed crouched down just a bit, bending his neck slightly downward against his chest, and heartily bawled his Eyes out for a moment most considerately.

He came to with a shudder, suddenly aware of something strange in his Head, a creeping twitch that straight away returned his mind to the most crucial, most necessary task at steady hand.

The old mystic hurried over to the nearby stargate that led to the surface of the Fucked-Earth Ruins of Doomsday and entered it.

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☆ 8. The Spell of Lachrylon has been Kast upon the Mother

Taken from the Damned Pages of The Aqueous Transmission By MIKE EYE

 

 

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Episode I. / Chapter 8


AFTER SOME TIME‭, ‬THE MOTHER OPENED HER EYES TO REVEAL THE now Full-Moonlit night sky‭. ‬It was‭ ‬the rank stench that had awakened her‭. ‬She propped up in sheer revulsion as she found herself breathing in rancid whiffs of a what she recognized undoubtedly as a lethal concoction of rotting carcasses‭, ‬burning diesel fuel‭, ‬and discharged battery acid‭. ‬She turned to vomit but had no food to‭ ‬spew‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

It was dusky out‭, ‬with a sharp, shimmering sheen from the Full Moon up above that remained fixed over black death surrounding Magdalena‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

There were no stars‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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‬It was eerie‭. ‬She lifted her head‭, ‬saw that she was completely naked‭, ‬noticed she had been sleeping on pieces of filthy‭, ‬indiscernible scraps‭, ‬and that sludge lay strewn about in disorderly fashion‭, ‬upon the surface from which she lay‭, ‬and spanning in all directions as far as her Eyes could see‭. The whole left side of her body was incredibly sore. ‬She shifted her body in a quick panic‭. ‬Perplexed as all‭ ‬Hell‭, ‬she sprung to her feet and pounded on the side of her head with her fist to try and shake this horrid situation from her‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She prayed she was dreaming‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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She remembered nothing of the crash landing‭, ‬or the encounter with Solaria‭. ‬The last thing she‭ ‬remembered was gazing out of her space-pod and bearing witness through fluorescent lights to massive clouds of smoke rising up from a doomed Earth into the heat of the night‭. ‬And she could recall everything special that came before that‭, ‬of course‭, ‬most recently‭ ‬of which was the sacred milking of Fletcher Munsin‭, ‬a most masterful performance she had so deviously executed with the sole intention of executing a perfect balance of extracting the Highest possible yield of germ‭, with the greatest amount of style, with the Highest impact of suffering.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬Also vividly engrained in her memory was‭ ‬the ‘gutsy’ act‭ ‬she had ‘pulled’‭,‬‭ ‬the rock-solid grip she had had on a certain consecrated viscera of Fletcher Munsin as she‭ ‬ferociously ripped it out of his horrid‭, ‬everlastingly afflicted carcass‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She remembered that.

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Her empty stomach still churning‭, ‬a flustered Lina grew more and more nauseous‭, ‬and coughed several times‭, ‬her mouth watering‭. ‬Looking around at the blackened wreckage‭, ‬the woman tried to see if she could spot her ship anywhere‭. ‬Filthy fumes whirled about around her as she continued coughing‭. ‬Her Eyes were Watering‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Okay…”‭ ‬she said aloud‭, trying to steady herself, ‬the back of her throat filled with spit‭. ‬“So I made it to the surface‭ ‬somehow‭.‬”‭ ‬She fell to her knees‭, ‬dry-heaving forcefully‭. ‬She spat‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Where the Hell is my ship‭!?‬”‭ ‬she cried‭, ‬stumbling to her feet‭. ‬Looking rapidly all around her‭, ‬to and froe‭, ‬back and forth‭, ‬the woman became more and more frantic‭, ‬trying to figure out where she was and how she had gotten there‭. ‬Her mind was a motionless blank‭. ‬She fell iller and iller‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Then she noticed her knapsack on the ground beside her‭. ‬“Yes‭! ‬Okay‭, ‬there’s my bag‭,‬”‭ ‬she said with a smidgen of relief‭. ‬She snatched it up‭. ‬Inside‭, ‬she saw Amrita‭. ‬Lina dropped the bag down on its side rather roughly on‭ ‬purpose as to awaken the thing from its sleep-mode‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The robot cat strolled out the bag nonchalantly‭. ‬“Well hello there‭, ‬gorgeous‭,‬”‭ ‬it muttered‭, ‬glancing up at the woman‭, ‬its aluminum whiskers bouncing along with its Head as it tilted it up to look at Magdalena‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Heavens‭!” ‬exclaimed the android‭, ‬as it then shifted its glance to look around‭. ‬“My‭, ‬my‭. ‬You were indeed correct‭. ‬Our‭ ‬surroundings are entirely demolished‭!‬”‭ ‬The thing continued to look around‭. ‬“And entirely oxidized‭! ‬Lina‭, ‬I am detecting three-hundred-thirty-three‭ ‬toxic chemicals in the air‭. ‬You must urgently seek an alternative oxygen source for your own personal safety‭.‬”‭ ‬Amrita cocked its head‭.‬‭ ‬“I notice you are not adorned in your precious garment‭, ‬the most lovely glistening drapery of the unique exquisiteness of yours truly‭,‬”‭ ‬it overstated‭ with a melodramatic bow.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“MY DRESS‭!‬”‭ ‬she shouted‭, ‬almost forgetting she was still nude‭. ‬“If I can find my dress‭, ‬I’ll be fine‭.‬”‭ ‬Lina gripped her head‭ ‬with both hands‭, ‬applying pressure to her temples uncomfortably‭, ‬searching around frantically for her dress‭. ‬Nowhere could Lina‭ ‬find her dress‭, ‬or her spaceship‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Then she knelt down on her knees‭, ‬coughed‭, ‬and stared straight at Amrita‭, ‬deadpan‭. ‬“Rita‭! ‬What has happened to us‭!?” ‬she asked meekly‭. ‬“Search your memory banks for recent occurrences‭!‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Processing‭,‬”‭ ‬said Amrita‭. ‬“Within a past undisclosed amount of time‭, ‬I recall you severely injured‭.‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Severely injured‭?‬”‭ ‬said Lina‭. ‬She looked around over her beautiful‭, ‬dark naked body‭. ‬She neither saw nor felt any injuries of any kind‭. ‬“Really‭?‬”‭ ‬she said‭, ‬perplexed‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Yes‭. ‬It was the same day that my circuits felt strangely drawn to a beheaded body upon the bed of yours truly‭. ‬It had intense energies emanating from the blank space of where the man’s Head had been‭. ‬Frequencies even I could ‘feel’‭. ‬They ‘uplifted’ me‭.‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Lina gaped at Amrita in astonishment‭. ‬“Severed Head‭? ‬Whose Head‭?‬”‭ ‬She tilted her Head slightly‭, ‬the confusion she felt intensifying‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Fletcher Munsin’s Head‭.‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Fletcher Munsin’s Head‭? ‬His Head was‭ ‬detached‭?‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Yes‭, ‬ma’am‭. ‬It was the most peculiar thing‭, ‬especially seeing how ‘fond’ of the dead man I had become‭.‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“How did he lose his Head‭, ‬Rita‭?‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“I do not know‭,‬”‭ ‬said Amrita‭.‬‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Do you know what happened‭ ‬to the Head‭?‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“I do not‭, ‬although I remember you searching briskly about for it‭. ‬It was strange‭. ‬Although you never located his head‭, ‬I could… (Rita paused for emphasis) ‘feel’ it watching over us somehow‭, and it was ‬still somewhat alive‭.‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“What a peculiar thing that is to say‭, ‬Rita‭. ‬Especially for the likes of you‭!” She shot the bot a half-smile.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Amrita’s face formed a mechanical smile‭. ‬“You’re beautiful‭,‬”‭ ‬it said‭, ‬“I love you‭.‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The Mother grinned slightly.

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Gazing up at the sky for a clue‭, ‬Magdalena locked her Eyesight upon the lone Luna up Above‭, ‬and in doing so‭, ‬was struck with a most intense sense of déjà‭ ‬vu‭. ‬She brought her Head back down‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Rita‭, ‬what could you logically interpret from Fletcher Munsin’s energies‭?‬”‭ ‬she felt compelled to ask‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“A supreme sense of all-knowing wisdom‭,‬”‭ ‬replied Amrita‭. ‬“The forces were insatiable to me‭.‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Lina clenched her teeth in rage and released a tense growl‭. ‬“That motherfucker‭!‬”‭ ‬she blurted out‭, ‬kicking some debris aside‭. ‬“Rita‭, ‬are you equipped with the knowledge that a male orgasm‭, ‬if linked up properly‭ with the Earth’s axiatonal and ley lines through Lunar fission, ‬can have the ability to trigger a nuclear detonation upon Earth’s surface‭?‬” She barely knew what she was talking about. She felt almost as if someone or something else was speaking for her.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“I have never heard of such a reaction‭.‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“UGH‭!‬”‭ ‬snarled Lina‭. ‬She coughed‭. ‬“Look at this‭!‬”‭ ‬she screamed‭, ‬spinning around with open arms‭. ‬“Everything is‭ ‬FUCKED‭!‬‭ ‬It’s a disaster‭ ‬EVERYWHERE‭!‬‭ ‬All my hard work—GONE‭!!‬‭ ‬WHAT THE FUCK DO WE DO NOW‭!?‬”‭ ‬Her throat tingled‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Lina‭ ‬plopped back down hopelessly upon the dark‭, ‬wretched Earth‭, ‬pouting and feeling discouraged beyond belief‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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“What else do you remember‭?‬”‭ ‬she asked the feline android‭ after a while, most desperately.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“The next instance I can recall‭,‬”‭ ‬said Amrita‭, ‬“was you stuffing me into your knapsack‭. ‬A short‭ ‬while after that‭, ‬I heard you screaming for Solaria to help guide you from the burning ship‭.‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“What!? The ship was burning‭?!‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Yes‭, ‬my love‭. ‬But we somehow managed to make it out in One piece‭. ‬I wasn’t sure you would be able to do it‭, ‬but thankfully you ‘pulled through’‭.‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Okay‭, ‬do you remember how we escaped the pod‭?‬”‭ ‬asked Lina earnestly‭, more hyperactivity guiding her intonation.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“I am not certain‭. ‬From that point onward‭, ‬I went into sleep-mode until you woke me up just now‭.‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Lina grew more frustrated‭. ‬She scowled‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Okay‭,‬”‭ ‬she said‭ after a brief moment, ‬trying her hardest to compose herself‭. ‬“Do you have any idea how long you were in sleep-mode‭?‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“No‭.‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Okay‭, ‬well do you remember anything else‭, ‬Rita‭?‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Processing‭ ‬…‭ ‬Oh yes‭, ‬One more thing, my love‭. ‬Besides you being all bruised and battered‭, ‬I vividly remember you treating a deep gash in your forehead that took a fair amount of time to stop bleeding‭.‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Lina reached up to her forehead‭. ‬She could feel no gash of any kind‭. ‬“Really!? When did I have this‭ ‬‘gash’‭?‬”‭ ‬she asked the bot mockingly.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Just before we escaped‭,‬”‭ ‬replied the android blankly‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Lina sat flustered‭. ‬She coughed a few times‭. ‬And that’s when she caught sight of her trusty spear laying amongst the wreckage‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“My scepter‭!‬”‭ ‬she cried‭. ‬“I remembered my scepter‭!‬”‭ ‬ With a slight smile spreading over her face‭, ‬Lina went over to grab the lance‭. ‬She looked at its ravished surface in dismay‭.‬‭ ‬“Damn‭,‬”‭ ‬she said‭. ‬“I must’ve used this thing for something extra fierce‭!‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Lying on the ground close to where she found her spear was a dome helmet covered in dry blood‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Damn‭, ‬look at this thing‭!‬”‭ ‬she said‭, ‬picking it up‭. ‬She flipped it over to its front‭ ‬and‭, ‬feeling déjà‭ ‬vu quickly tingle up the back of her neck‭, ‬saw three perfectly circular‭, ‬clear smears in the dried blood caked over the dome‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“That’s odd‭,‬”‭ ‬she said as she dropped the helmet‭. ‬“I wonder if that was mine‭. ‬Hey Rita‭, ‬do you remember me wearing‭ ‬my dome helmet‭?‬”‭ ‬she asked‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“I do not recall‭,‬”‭ ‬replied Rita‭, ‬“although I do remember the powers of your lucid dress diminishing‭ significantly.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Hmm‭,‬”‭ ‬thought Lina in dismay‭.‬‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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The nausea again overcame her‭. ‬Lina remained utterly confused‭. ‬She bent to the side and dry-heaved forcefully‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Lina‭, ‬unless you find an alternative source of oxygen‭, ‬you will die within One hour‭.‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Oh, man‭!‬”‭ ‬Lina uttered in between gasps‭. ‬She gagged‭. ‬“FUCK‭,‬”‭ ‬she exclaimed‭, ‬again falling to all fours‭. ‬She felt dreadfully weak‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭ ‬“Hey‭!‬‭ ‬I see something glimmering over there‭,‬”‭ ‬said Amrita‭, ‬pointing with its mechanical shiny paw toward a small shimmering light source in the near distance‭. ‬The two headed toward the glow‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Approaching the surface where Solaria’s gifts lay waiting to be gathered‭, ‬Magdalena knelt down and paused‭ in wonder. ‬She wanted to examine the items thoroughly before she touched them‭. ‬The ball of light was glowing brightly‭, ‬hovering just above the surface‭, ‬its center as alluring as Solaria’s‭. ‬The precious stone was about the size of a ping-pong ball‭, ‬looked dark-red and grey‭ ‬in color‭, ‬its surface perfectly engraved with an upside-down triangle‭. ‬It didn’t look like anything too special but Magdalena could feel a fervent force of archaic energy resonating from the stone.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She noticed a tiny hole in the top of it‭. ‬She reached into her bag and pulled out her loyal hemp cord‭. ‬She cut off a small piece of it with her dagger‭, ‬snatched up the special stone‭, ‬and strung the cord‭ ‬through the little hole like clockwork‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Just as she was about to place the pendent around her neck‭, ‬Lina watched the hemp and stone slowly vanish from her grasp‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She blinked in astonishment‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Then she glanced down at her chest‭, ‬felt around her neck‭, ‬and realized that she was already wearing the very stone she had just examined‭, ‬without ever getting a chance to put it on‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She then reached out to slowly touch the ball of light and‭, ‬in doing so‭, ‬it just as soon opened up and wrapped itself around her hand before encircling the whole‭ ‬perimeter of her body‭, ‬forming a protective barrier of light two inches from her dark‭, ‬silky skin‭. ‬Within moments‭, ‬her lovable translucent dress had slowly reappeared over her‭. ‬Her whole body felt pleasant and warm‭. ‬And the nausea was already subsiding‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Ahh‭, ‬there’s my dress‭!‬”‭ said the fortunate woman cheerfully‭. ‬“Hell‭, ‬yes‭!”‭ ‬she exclaimed‭, ‬feeling revitalized‭. ‬“I wonder where these items came from…”‭ ‬she inquired emptily at the sky‭, ‬instinctively‭, ‬yet unconsciously‭, ‬knowing exactly where they had come from‭. ‬“Thanks for spotting these things‭,‬”‭ ‬she said to Amrita‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“I am happy you have found protection‭,‬”‭ ‬said the android‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“So you have no idea at all how long we’ve been here‭?‬”‭ ‬the Mother asked her pet‭, ‬still rather confused‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“None whatsoever‭. ‬I do apologize‭, ‬my fair lady‭. ‬Time is difficult for me to comprehend‭. ‬Especially when I am in sleep-mode‭.‬”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“Believe it or not‭, ‬it is for me too‭!‬”‭ ‬remarked Lina‭. ‬“Especially‭ ‬when I’m sleeping‭!‬” She grinned‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Woman and android began strolling atop the wreckage without having any particular‭, ‬conscious direction‭.‬ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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

Fixed in an endless reverie‭, ‬a blank expression on her face‭, ‬Magdalena’s Ajna chakra had become fully stimulated‭, ‬and blood now gushed outward from the gash in her forehead‭, ‬bursting through the bandaging‭, ‬squirting all over the inside of her helmet’s transparent dome‭, ‬completely obstructing her view with a crimson flush‭. ‬Proving that she could not be disconnected in any way from the almighty nexus now communicating with her‭, ‬the triple optics of the Mother then pierced through the ruby veil of her helmet’s dome with activated brainwaves of eternal intent‭, physically ‬parting the obstructing splattered blood outward from three small‭, ‬perfectly rounded areas of the blood-soaked dome around her Head‭, ‬correlating to her three beams of vision‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Source: #2. INCENDIARY AJNA OF A ONE MAGDALENA TO IGNITE HIGH PSYCHIC UNION WITH SOLARIA

The Dawn of the Age of Aquarius II. | Chapter 11.

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#19. Al Rodnam’s Prophesies from The Aqueous Transmission

Source: #19. Al Rodnam’s Prophesies from The Aqueous Transmission

☆ 10. The Dawn of the Age of Aquarius

[DARK ESOTERIKA POST #33]

-A Most Pertinent WordPress Entry-


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E     P     I     S     O     D     E       T     W     O     

T     h     e       D     a     w     n       o     f       t     h     e  

A     g     e       o     f       A     q     u     a     r     i     u     s

of which we find recorded in the Hollows’s Vaults

“…Now, [the great Formula of Osiris] being fulfilled, and turned into Abomination, this Lion came forth to proclaim the Aeon of Horus, the crowned and conquering child, who dieth not, nor is reborn, but goeth radiant ever upon His Way…”

—Aleister Crowley, The Heart of the Master

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[chapter TEN of MIKE EYE’s The Aqueous Transmission]


CONTINUING‭, ‬ENDLESS‭. ‬FLOWING ESSENCE TO ESSENCES‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Emerge‭: ‬an illuminated celestial circulatory system genetically predestined to‭ ‬doom by a severely dysfunctional preexisting quantum cosmological morphogenetic code‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Expect‭: ‬mass astral blood clots‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

It was just a matter of time.

Commanding energies‭, ‬of what were Once or twice universally Imagined to coalesce as a great exemplification of Truth‭, had Once shot through‭ ‬the cosmos to create what would undoubtedly turn out to be a most exceptionally remarkable universe, indeed.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Eventually, as these compressing energies simultaneously progressed and digressed forward, there had materialized, along its evolutionary journey, a very low-density planet that would come to find itself a part of these energies, which were creatively generating a Solar System. 

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This planet was Earth, and at the time of its inception, its Moon was still a part of it.

It was never to become apparent to the creatures living upon its surface that this unique planet Earth was destined to refract upon its surface holographic, separate three-dimensional living incarnations of itself that were each bio-engineered to link-up via a telepathic inter-communication system. Most often always containing upon its precious, graceful land ungodly amnesiac human-hybrid creatures with distorted DNA, this telepathic inter-communication system was, for all intents and purposes, completely deactivated. Age after age, this would always contribute to the procreation of many feral, beastly civilizations that functioned disharmoniously with One another by competing for each other’s blood and land. 

After the Moon split off from the Earth, the Divine ultra-high alien frequencies that had Once pulsated its power through planet Earth were virtually no longer flowing, as they perpetually came to be fused together with a lost consciousness from that of atrocious individuals who were forced to conform to a dysfunctional system that only seemed like a structured evolution, the demented humanoid hybrid beings incarnated upon the Earth mostly never to find their way inside the planet to ascend to a Higher place.

In place of the ability for billions of separate consciousnesses to telepathically Communicate and Ascend Naturally, was a new Ability that took shape as a result of all the various nuclear and null crystal pylon spikes impaled within Earth’s crust — like rusty nails driven through human flesh into a rotting crucifix — that had been implemented at One time or another, for One reason or another.

The new ability that each of the modern-day super-dense incarnates had at their disposal, though it was to manifest unconsciously, was the incessant drive to desire attuning their Heads into the Dark frequencies of a demented phantom matrix where they would unknowingly become susceptible to many different kinds of ill-intentioned alien control, coming to confuse the dominance as the loving wrath of God and the faith in his deliverance in full-effect. For a long, long time, Earth’s creatures would each blindly be fed a multitude of virus programs aimed at feeding off of their Human energies. To the few who Listened, these programs would sometimes sound like a barely audible, terrible and unnatural low fuzzy hum (Om). It came to possess its targets with projections of tonal neurological, sub-sonic very-low-frequency airwaves that were part of a Highly advanced, Dark occult technology of extraterrestrial origin designed for dominion. 

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This external influence on Earth came to be orchestrated by highly advanced foreign fiends from strange lands that were governed by the Divine Supernatural forces of Lachrylon and Solaria. The shrewd intruder ETs behind this manipulation cleverly harnessed projections of deep deception across the lands, their secret, sacred agenda consisting of the feeding upon the Highly potent energies of the feminine creatures of Earth. These super-powerful entities were etheric in their purely organic form, and they consciously worked for Solaria while unconsciously also working for Lachrylon. They were not humanoid by any means; they had no Angelic Soul. Their ultimate, fiercely-driven hot pursuit involved the devouring of these purely animal and human-hybrid creative energies that so made up the Divine Blueprint of Angelic Humanity. Over time, they commendably employed their unique and cunning ways of infiltrating and seizing the minds of the young masses upon the Earth planet, utilizing their malicious, ultra-subliminal psychotronic technology among other atrocities perpetuated by the Demons. Sub-sonic psychelectromagnetic frequencies sickly pulsed into the Earth and Body and Minds of the masses that had been carefully conjured as nothing but blood-collateral, encoded with the specific programs that dictated the manner in which Lachrylon and Solaria desired their subjects to ‘live’.

The poor planet was to become stuck in place eternally thereafter, caught in a low-end, never-ending sound loop of a Dark precession, perpetually singing itself into being on an out-of-tune higher octave, half removed. 

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‬But long before the corruption, this galaxy had begun as any other, with the same thought-spark of an Intentional living light-seed expanding up and outward from Source by two 12-tree Kathara grids for every 45º of rotation. Spiraling outward from Origin as a Krystal Spiral with great purpose‭, ‬it dispelled itself into multiple dimensions of existence‭ simultaneously, remaining fully linked to the Stellar Spirals that mystically created the reality, and realties, of what it most deeply desired.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

And ever since that time, this galaxy was known as the Milky Way. Because a milky-white enigmatic, spermy Soma came to spill over across deep-space and in-between the planets in its makeup, creating a Mindful Zodiac that, from the Earth, would come to not only be intimately tied to the Sun, but also to its most mysterious Moon.

From therein, despite this treachery, however, had Once mystically emanated an explicit, omnipotent loving voice of purity and freedom‭, ‬as typically exemplified by new galaxies‭. Against all odds, this voice was still somehow able to ‬articulate its fluency in a deep mantra‭, ‬a commanding, energetic multidimensional‭ ‬chant of High Colors that vibrated from the massive vivacity of its spaceless core‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬Unfortunately, as this story goes, this momentous cold song of reality would happen to freeze in the shape of its worst, most tasteless execution, singing sullenly into sub-zero sonnets a most sordid story to include the most dynamic of relationships‭ among the Stellar entities involved in its system.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Stars‭ ‬would come to constellate into consciousness through a corrupted matrix of particles of a New Intention‭, before and after which they would elevate in waves of subsistence‭ to support their separate selves. ‬A New, Dark Awarenesses had come to thrust forth its kinetic space-blood upon its Divinely manifest lower dimensions, the commanding evil energies seizing them with invisible grips of Eternally Damned, electro-tonal nucleic acid and ultra-magnetic stardust.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

A most precarious situation for this universe, it would someday be recognized at the final moment of its End-Times by only a handful of elite few, had unfortunately always been underlain in its expression. Atop the hierarchy of this clandestine collection of illuminated few was the Mother Magdalena, “Eternal Heart in the Body of all Human Beings.”

Those veiled separate powers from different galaxies that would come to take over, however, would consider this inevitable situation most fortunate indeed. And the process of their invasion was a very deliberate, difficult, complicated process that had been in the works for millions of years, the plans of which included  very hidden and very intentionally laid out goals. 

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‬Since the Initiation of this devastating corruption, the Milky Way had ‬exemplified its new fouled spirit infinitely‭, ‬rolling around in its spherical socket‭, ‬covering up different existences‭ that could’ve been, ‬while simultaneously giving their spots places to weave in and out of‭; artificial wormholes would be created all over the place by these intruder races from afar, with their sealed agendas.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The planets and stars and other spectral radiations of Source that extended outward‭ in the Milky Way galaxy would now glimmer in new mathematical proportions adherent to the Golden Mean and other evil combinations that personified the parasite. With a New, Highly distorted Universal and Planetary morphogenetic field implanted in the related hyperspace of this sick system, Dark Liquid-Light would come to flux all throughout, coming to manipulate deviously all souls caught within each bright splash of distorted awareness.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Yes, many new awarenesses from wide and far would indeed come to converge with Dark Purpose in the Milky Way to undergo Dark Services of a common interest. The various planets and moons with their particular surfaces and inner atmospheres‭ had originally spawned as Twelve all-encompassing, lovingly linked entities within the system. But these entities were now separated, some having even become destroyed, as they would come to spin completely out of control. Each satellite link within the Milky Way‭, ‬be it Sun to Galaxy‭, ‬Moon to Planet‭, ‬or Star to Planet-being‭, would no longer ‬function symbiotically with Source. And the new super-powered, direct intentions of the mystical electrons that orbited each celestial entity in potential existences would from henceforth come to work together solely as separate ‭counterparts to this new, highly strategic unspoken agenda aimed at total dominion over the galaxy and beyond. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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‬Particularly of interest to the foreign intruder races that had come to invade the Milky Way was Earth, which so incorporated an incredibly useful hidden Templar complex within its substructure, and sometimes also mindless monsters upon its surface with their own templar complexes that would help unlock the Earth’s complex. These originally organic stargates and corresponding cue-sites would come to be manipulated by these corrupt High Etheric Beings from afar using a new Geomancy of black magick that aligned with the new corrupt Dark Liquid-Light fluxes now inherent throughout the ever-be-doomed Milky Way galaxy.

Across time were some who tried to help ‬Earth, attempting to engineer new liquid-light algorithms that would seep into the Earth’s fucked psych-electromagnetic gridlines and seek to filter out evil intentions. And occasionally that would help a little.

Alas, proving to make their all-too-often presence, Earth, and eventually the entire Milky Way galaxy, would come to Fall under this highly covert, most domineering rule. And most of the life-forms existing in‭, ‬on‭, ‬and around Planet Earth would remain cut-off, severed from any Higher Intelligence of which they were Once a part. Nobody would ever at all be aware that they themselves were in fact embodiments of a higher celestial cosmology of the most benevolent essence.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬ -MIKE EYE

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☆ 23. {AQUA-TRIPP}

(brace yourselves….)

 

 

 

[EPISODE V. / CHAPTER 23.]


THERE, BY THE EDGE OF THE GLOWING POND, KNELT THE MOTHER Magdalena, who was held hotly in a hypnotic hex.

Her dark hand, with its long and dark, graceful fingers, remained submerged in the precious Water, her Eyelids lightly closed. She was revitalizing herself, receiving strong, heavy waves of nourishing energy flow from the silvery pond and into her, charging her magic.

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With this extremely pleasant sensation fueling her body densities, the Mother felt as high as the heavens. That familiar glorious sensation of being joyously immersed in the psychedelic cosmo-scape playground in the sky that had momentarily soothed her panic back when she was desperately attempting to flee her smoldering smashed spacecraft once again returned to her. But the version of the vision that now flooded her bio-rhythms was that alternate image she had had of herself swimming in deep space all by her lonesome.

As the daunting Full Moon up above shot its essence into the mysterious pond that may or may not’ve been there, the pulsing glow of the almighty Mother mimicked that brilliance; a triad of lunar luminosity linked the entities together, the prana gushing throughout.

The woman opened her Eyes to see herself shine vibrantly upon the shimmering fresh surface of the radiant waters in soft streams of her semblance so salient.

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Gazing down at her reflection in wonder, the inner ends of her thin black Eyebrows now dropped down toward the upper ridge of her nose as a roguish grin slowly spread out over the Mother’s beautiful black face. Little ripples gently wrinkled over the reflection of the woman’s face in accord with the secretion of her subconscious sentiment, down into the aquatic enigma. The tiny currents cut into the cool, mercury-like liquid in flows like the flight of faeries, connecting to the consciousness of the invisible observer within like some pure watered-down air fueling a hot-air balloon in zero gravity.

Seeming lost, but being found, Magdalena continued to be completely engaged, stricken with awe, her sensations immersed in glorious dumbfounded ecstasy.

Amrita sat a ways off from the Mother, oblivious to it all.

Bonding emotionally with what she was perceiving, Lina was feeling a strong, unique sense of supreme personal power and dominance she could have sworn she had never felt before. It felt even more potent than the level of supremacy she typically carried.

Much more so.

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And soon, having become Wholly One with herself through the mystical pond and becoming Aware of the True depth of her actuality, the almighty Mother Magdalena released her reverie, switched stances to a lotus posture, and invited her lovable, shiny mechanical cat to come join her in the moment.

“Come sit right here beside me,” invited Lina with a gentle whisper excitedly, wide-smiled, rapidly patting Fucked-Earth in the space just to her right. Amrita cautiously crept close to the Mother candidly and curled up beside her.

Stillness.

Magdalena slowly raised a level hand firmly up in front of her shrewd visage and held it sideways before her Heart hotly. Like a dream-catcher she desired to soak up all of the intense harmonic astral vibes she now felt flowing all around her in a multiplex of multidimensional directions.

Minutes later, Amrita unexpectedly blurted out, “Lina, I see it! I see the pond all of a sudden! It just… appeared to me somehow…”

But before Magdalena could respond to her pet’s revelation, the Mother abruptly let out a yelp, grimaced, and brought her extended hand down fastly to her bulging belly.

“What’s the matter, Lina?” asked Amrita.

A pause.

“Uuhhhh … FUCK!” the woman wailed after a moment of intense physical pain.

And after another moment, “Con… trac-tion!” she muttered behind clenched teeth, Eyes rolling back into her skull.

Gripping her prego-mound with conviction, the Mother again yelped out ferociously, and it started to sound precarious in the chill-spot by the mystical pond.

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The precious Magdalena soon found herself on hands and knees, sifting crudely in the dirt beside the pond as she was compelled to loudly howl most ferociously over and over again as her body shook about, periodically vomiting multi-colored liquids extravagantly, here and there adding exaggerated intention to her outbursts.

The woman was eventually able to calm her nerves just long enough to utter a few terse comprehensible words to her robotic companion.

“Rita… I’m gonna have her! My most long awaited beloved!” Lina was panting.

“What? You mean your child? Now?” asked Amrita with a head bob. The cat-bot had never experienced witnessing a woman’s behavior just before she was about to give birth.

Lina released a powerful elongated yelp that sounded inhuman as it echoed loudly throughout the fairly level, scorched terrain around her, and she grimaced forcefully.

“Yes! Yes! She’s here! She’s arrived!”

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The Mother was feeling her cervix softening, filling up with Hallowed Waters fast as the neck started to thin out and be taken into her lower uterine segment.

Amrita looked on curiously.

Before long, the powerless powered machine with a feline/human personality found itself cowering, disempowered, observing a tiny bloodied human head poke out of the Mother’s widening vagina.

“Yes! She’s here!!” the Mother yelped with excitement before letting out another gruesome wail of pain.

She choked.

“…At long last!!!”

Lina started engaging her breaths with quick, deliberate rhythmic inhalations and exhalations, and reached down to lightly touch the birthing baby’s messy cranium. As it was emerging, Lina began a very personal ritualized procedure that included repeated periods of pushing her abdomen profoundly, taking short, measured breaths, and allowing her womb to naturally contract. She reached down with both hands upon her baby’s head, which was almost fully emerged, and lightly pulled on it, gently guiding her most beloved’s body out of her birth canal as she proceeded to deliver her infant baby daughter.

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The One thing allowing the Mother to maintain this very arduous procedure — indeed the very entity causing this whole event to occur — was the big bright Full Moon Up Above, its radiance reflecting off the cool glittering pond, pouring into and above the Head of the Mother, fluxing its most forceful fuel therein. This aqua-flux offered Magdalena huge elements of spiritual encouragement; the mysterious pond seemed to somehow function like the PRAP-Q.C. — her old spaceship’s synchronoscope.

The Mother was clenching her teeth tightly, crying passionately.

Her Eyes were shut tight.

She was gripping her baby-bulge vehemently.

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Soon, she was bawling out even more pronounced cordial cries of a most foul Lustful Agony, but while also chuckling Wickedly behind tightened jaw in interspersed impulsivities.

Indeed the Lunacy was setting in.

Amrita couldn’t understand the commotion occurring if the thing even wanted to. But it detected urgency and so gained the necessity to become an aid in the process.

“Are you okay?” asked Rita.

An awkward pause.

“Yea,” Lina managed softly behind clenched teeth, her body trembling. “I’m fine.”

But just then, Lina’s upper body mystically thrust itself abruptly upward precisely twenty-four inches Higher to the sky, and held fast. She let out a loud scream.

The woman’s spine in one way or another now remained firmly fixed in space, somehow locked into position. Her long legs dangled in the air.

Suddenly, her Head inexplicably snapped backward and her whole body was violently shaken about as it remained in place just above the ground beside the pond.

The Mother let out a macabre, drawn out, deafening shriek of sheer horror.

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The bloodied head of the precious Mandorla, who was patiently peeking out of her pussy, dropped another couple of centimeters out of the Mother’s vagina.

Lina cried out passionately. Loud and prominent screams they were at first, but they then quickly turned into maniacal, out-of-control, chaotic screeches of pure mania, and Amrita’s internal “warning” sign flashed in its circuitry. The cat-bot perked itself up on its hind legs, it’s motorized claws scraping at the air in vain upward at Mother Magdalena. It uttered a few meows that almost sounded like a cat’s.

“You’re beautiful. I love you,” murmured Amrita looking up at the Mother.

And then, just for a moment, just for One mere instance in space-time, the bright Full Moon Up Above brusquely utterly shut out it’s shimmer, just at the very same moment Magdalena also stopped sparkling so vibrantly. Even her enchanted, protective garb of golden elegance had also blown out its alluring radiance during that very instant, and the ambience totally transformed………… 😲

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☆ 6. The Mother Employs Her Mental and Physical Toughness

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Entry #31.

 

 

[episode I. / chapter SIX]


STARTLED, AND FEELING SUDDENLY ISOLATED, LINA OPENED HER Eyes wide‭, shook her Head fiercely, ‬found herself back in the crashed pod behind her own Eyes,‭ staring back into the flame‭. ‬It was growing‭. More smoke was gathering. She was trembling.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Staring through the blaze, Lina’s vision went out-of-focus, bringing the background images to the forefront. And that’s when she noticed it‭. ‬Just beyond the fire‭, ‬Lina caught sight of a small opening‭, ‬revealing the toxic outdoors‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬Yes‭! ‬That’s it‭!” ‬she said‭. “‬Thank you‭, ‬Solaria‭!” ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

It would be a tight fit‭, ‬but she thought she could squeeze through the crevice if she could somehow make it through the hungry flames and debris that blocked it‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The brilliancy of her dress was idling‭, ‬flickering on and off‭, ‬diminishing rapidly‭. ‬Its protective effect‭, ‬it seemed‭, ‬was continuing to wear off rapidly‭. “Oh no‭! ‬My dress‭!‬”‭ ‬Lina cried. She coughed several times‭, ‬her body aching‭ tremendously now. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Dammit‭!‬”‭ ‬she declared‭ ‬vehemently‭. ‬“What an opportune time to have my powers dim on me‭!‬”‭ ‬she stated sarcastically‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The sick stench and gathering smoke was starting to overwhelm Lina‭. ‬Glaring‭ ‬with poise‭ ‬at the glittering crevice beyond the chaotic clutter‭, ‬the woman realized what she had to do‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

 

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She momentarily placed her steady scepter against the busted hatch‭, ‬cupped her mouth and nose with one hand‭, ‬and swayed the mounting smolder with the other‭. ‬Trying not to look down‭, ‬Lina stepped over some sludge in front of her to reach a compartment in the wall not far off from the hatch‭. ‬She opened it‭. ‬Inside was a pressurized space suit and helmet that were both reserved for outer- “space walks‭.” ‬She bent back slightly‭, ‬swung her Head backwards to gather her lengthened locks with her hands‭, ‬and then cunningly swirled her hair up into a few loops atop her Head‭, ‬using more of her hair to keep it tied up‭. ‬She quickly grabbed the spherical dome helmet from the compartment‭, ‬put it on‭, ‬and engaged the oxygen flow‭. ‬She slammed the compartment door shut‭, ‬leaving the suit behind‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Then Lina opened a compartment on the wall next to the one containing the suit to reveal a fire extinguisher‭. ‬She grabbed it and flung it with all her might over the muck‭, ‬toward the origin of the fire by the small opening‭. ‬Then she jumped over some debris and headed back to the busted hatch to grab‭ ‬her staff‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Her plan was to trudge through the slop‭, ‬douse the flames that were blocking her escape as much as she could with the fire extinguisher‭, ‬make it outside by squeezing through the tiny crevice‭, ‬and survive as long as she could‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

There was a great deal of toxic sludge stuck in between her and the opening‭. ‬With her dress’s powers now fully deactivated‭, ‬Lina closed her Eyes and tried to Once again conjure forth the sacred Vision that had calmed her earlier‭, ‬but it wouldn’t come‭. ‬She was too wrought with anguish to concentrate‭. ‬Harder she tried now with Eyes shut tight‭, ‬but to no avail‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Opening her Eyes‭, ‬Lina watched ahead as the fire kept growing‭, ‬noticing that a great deal of the scattered sludge was flammable‭.‬‭ ‬She coughed as the smoke built up even more. Lina realized she had no time to steady her mind‭, noting it was also now much more difficult to do‭ ‬so as a severe sense of danger set in‭. She knew she must move quickly.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Sweating most profusely‭, ‬her undying Heart thumping ferociously‭, ‬she shook herself from the nightmarish trance she felt‭ ‬fixed‭ ‬upon‭. ‬Swiftly‭, ‬and with a Wicked gleam in her Eye‭, ‬Lina raised her spear mightily upward with a duel grip and braced herself‭.‬‭ ‬With a‭ ‬frenzied‭ ‬shriek she brought it down‭, ‬smashing obstructing grimy debris before her‭. ‬She started trudging through the hazardous muck toward the opening just beyond the spreading blaze‭, ‬her body in agony‭, ‬her aura revolted‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The smoke was spreading‭, ‬getting thicker fast‭. ‬Lina “womanned” her long‭, ‬sharp‭ ‬instrument before her vehemently like she was good at doing and continued viciously piercing all scraps of noxious clutter in her way with all of her might, flinging it behind her in determination as she broke for the opening‭. ‬She kicked‭ ‬to the sides random rubble that was blocking her way‭, ‬trying to make it easier for her to wade through‭. ‬She felt nauseous and weak‭, ‬but had faith in her ability to overcome this adversity‭; ‬Magdalena was in fact a big‭, ‬strong woman‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

It was heating up‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

But‭ ‬at least her helmet could now prevent smoke from choking her‭, ‬Lina thought‭ to herself, ‬as her enchanted golden garb was now unable to guard her like it was designed to do‭. She also hoped that‭, ‬if she were able to escape the burning ship‭, ‬the helmet‭ ‬would be able to protect her lungs from any contaminates in the Earth’s surely spoiled atmosphere‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Damn you‭, ‬wretched dress‭!‬”‭ ‬Lina shouted‭. ‬“You were made for times like these‭,‬”‭ ‬she yelled‭, ‬inferring her inflection to her limp garb‭. A false grin‭ started widening out across the face of the Mother as she attempted whole-heartedly to embrace the paradox that now gripped her forcefully.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Sweat was dripping from most parts of Magdalena’s body now‭, ‬especially her bruised forehead from inside the dome helmet‭. ‬She let out high-pitched wails as she continued to pierce and fling‭, ‬kick and shove‭. ‬Her Passion was lit like the‭ growing ‬flames around her‭. ‬She tried her best to envision herself on the other side of the‭ ‬gap‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

When she reached the opening‭, ‬Lina picked up the fire extinguisher she had thrown toward this area‭, ‬pulled the pin‭, ‬and squeezed‭ ‬the trigger‭, ‬aiming the vapors directly into the heart of the flame before the gap‭, ‬attempting to douse as much of the fire that was blocking it as she could‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Once she had cleared a slight path before the opening‭, ‬Lina tossed the red cylinder to the side and urgently stuck her spear into the hole‭, ‬thrashing it around ferociously in an attempt to make it as wide as she could‭. ‬After about a minute or so‭, ‬Lina tossed her spear outside through the opening‭, ‬then‭ ‬hurled‭ ‬her knapsack through‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The chance now came for her to fully exercise her willpower‭. Test her ‘luck’. ‬Before‭ ‬the flames could return to block her path again‭, ‬Lina cast all her infectious pain to the side‭, ‬let loose a brawny wail‭,‬‭ ‬and quickly dove into the opening‭. ‬She was able to get her head and torso through fairly easily‭, ‬but she managed to get stuck around her waist‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬AWW‭, ‬SHIT!!‭!‬‭” ‬she cursed aloud‭. ‬As thin as she was‭, ‬she still managed to get stuck in the gap‭. ‬She writhed around wildly in an attempt to squeeze through‭, ‬but she still remained wedged‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

This was a humiliating experience for Lina‭, ‬even though No One was‭ ‬watching‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Stuck in the gap‭, ‬the striving‭, ‬anxious woman felt the lethal‭, ‬oily lubrications drip off the enclosing‭, ‬blistering‭ ‬mechanical crumpled wreckage that seized her‭. ‬The sick‭, ‬sensual slime messily applied biting pressure to her super-sleek waistline as the sludge tightly squeezed sponge-like around‭ ‬her‭ wet, ‬squirming‭ ‬hard body‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

It was now her‭ ‬urgent objective to make use of this slimy lube and slither herself through the gap‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Lina could feel the lower half of her body that was trapped on the inside of the ship heating up‭, ‬and she wished with all her might‭ ‬that her‭ ‬exquisite‭ ‬ass wouldn’t catch on fire‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Oh, how she adored her exquisite ass.

‬Squirming about‭, ‬Lina screamed in fury as she tried to wriggle through‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Then she tried clutching some rubble just outside in front of her with both hands and started using her upper body strength to try and propel herself‭ ‬out of the gap‭. ‬After a bunch of tries‭, ‬she was finally able to pull herself through…….

 

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☆ 35. Bugs To Loom In The Pens Of The Bloodpigs | Part Two.

 

 

[Episode VIII. / Chapter 35]


OVER THE YEARS, MOTHER MAGDALENA HAD CONSISTENTLY FOUND herself down and back again within the Inner Earth Sanctum originally shown to her by her most beloved pet, Amrita, whom she now got along with as well as she had during the strange, aggravating days of Rita as a robot. Eventually, her sister Hawks came to join her in her secret, special visits. Magdalena needed the presence of Amrita in order to enter the secret Stargate at the edge of Bry Dellows, and it greatly widened her Ajna Chakra — which by this point ‘around the circle’ perpetually glowed vigorously up and between the brows of the Mother, emanating outward in pulses of supersonic multidimensional audible waves; Magdalena usually kept Snake-Rita coiled around her Head like some serpent crown, which was very much okay with Amrita. The serpent crown, along with the lush, throbbing shining of her multihued Ajna, together with the glaring glittering of her great golden garment, gave the Mother an aura that lent to her a look and overall disposition of the Highest, most artful, metaphysical and biological articulation. Notions of raw sex stained the sight of any observer to gaze upon her countenance now, her dark, hard body subtley unleashing fierce undercurrents of potent, brain-numbing energies that naturally hard-wired the brain of any observer to become locked-in and hard-wired to Imagine Intense filthy, sexual thoughts about the Mother Magdalena. Her almighty smutty lure had eventually begun to frighten most of her sisters despite their familiarity with her.

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The Golden Magdalena would make her routine visit to the luxuriant Inner Earth Sanctum with her silver Hawk sisters exactly every twenty-eight days for a regular recharge and Rebirth of her Spirit, at always the very instance whereupon she would perpetually perceive her prodigious power perishing. These relieving rejuvenations were had also by the other Hankerhawks during these times. And they would partake in the activity together, in Silence. The Mother would Ritually revitalize her mighty golden dress at this splendid pond that she had Once taken sips of Water from during the very first time Amrita had taken her to the Sanctum — a clandestine Queendom, she came to realize, that was a domain exclusively held by that of Amrita, according to Al Rodnam.

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This supreme revitalization would keep the Mother Magdalena extremely powerful, and as High in Spirit as her social rank of the Bry Dellows Hankerhawks. It would also keep the woman youthful and gorgeous as ever she was. This was how she would continue to survive.

There was never a single instance Lina didn’t thoroughly enjoy coming to the Inner Earth Underworld, and she absolutely loved all that her serpent pet’s spectacular world had to offer her. It would be that One precise time per Fucked-Earth month, during her so-cherished glorious purification through the emotive pond, that she would also always mindfully let pour her magical menstrual medicine. She wanted to give something back.

Not because she felt inclined to, but because she kidded herself that she actually wanted to, and it felt amazing to her.

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This time of month from within the Immortal Inner Earth as well as from within its ever-be-doomed Fucked-Earth counterpart, was the very time of month that also naturally would have found the Moon fixed Full along its Phase, had it not been already wholly bursting out with brightness due to the Liberation of Mandorla, flowing and bloody to its utmost, exactly matching the Mother’s monthly cycles.

She really didn’t want to admit it to herself, but time and again, Lina would catch slight glimpses of the gory, detached Triple-Eyed Head of Fletcher Munsin glaring back at her from within the reviving pond in exactly the very position she figured her own head should be reflecting.

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During the first few times she saw it, she foolishly shook it off, attempting to convince herself it was ‘all in her head.’ But gradually during her visits to the Inner Earth, she eventually began seeing the vision more often, and clearer, shimmering back at her for longer than just quick instances out of the corner of her Eye.

Eventually, it spoke to her.

“You piece of shit,” it had muttered faintly ‘out of the blue’ in gurgly spurts, blood and spit shooting out of his mouth and severed neck in earnest with the effort. “You’re in –choke— serious danger, Mother. You — your sisters — everyone on the planet –choke— is in serious, –choke— critical –choke— danger. Figured you might wanna know.”

The aquatic apparition remained cool and composed despite the ridiculous fragmented hackles he so sputtered, and the impossibility of what was actually now happening somehow occurring anyway.

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A great lump of glossy innards of the familiar deathly talking head reflection slowly oozed out the bottom of its severed neck in super-thick burgundy entrails as it continued to speak with a curious and exceedingly deep, raspy voice, ignoring completely his observed apparent discomfort. “Your days –choke— are numbered, you know –choke.”

Lina could not be certain she was simply Hallucinating. She grew angry.

A pause.

“There is One way you can save yourself,” the gory apparition abruptly went on, –cough, cough, cough— “as well as –choke— twelve of your Highest Sister-Hawk-Fuckers… it’s –cough, cough, cough— the only way for the continuing survival of anything, my gorgeous.”

The reflecting head cleared its throat terribly loudly, but carefree. Somehow it could still get its vocal chords working so that it could be heard and mostly understood. Its three Eyes were beaming horrifically in illuminated elucidation as a super-smug grin forged itself forth from the familiar bloodstained face in the enchanted Inner-Earth pond.

Lina shivered as notions of a loathing laced with loads of arousal rose to the surface in her.

And then she wondered why the Hell it was that the Shade of Fletcher Munsin was giving her advice that would save her life, and the lives of Twelve of her Highest sisters. Something wasn’t right, she thought; things were just not adding up.

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“You will receive an Omen,” the Shade went on, convulsing slightly. “When the -choke- Blood-red Full Moon of Mandorla fully vanishes, -choke- it will be the signal -choke- to quickly gather together with your Twelve High Sisters and -choke- proceed to evacuate to Andromeda at the Biodome at the edge of the galaxy –choke, choke- at light-speed to initiate a Re-genesis of Human Civilization –cough, cough— without delay! This is your only chance. –cough— Everything on Earth will be destroyed.” The throat of the reflecting head of Fletcher Munsin gagged on itself manically, overenthusiastically and as loud as could be, and a fair amount of filthy, glazed drool and blood was Spilt all down his Watery chin.

“Good luck, bitch,” it managed effortlessly in the face of having a look of excruciating torment.

Magdalena felt her shoulder blades and the sides of her neck instantly ice-over, and she released a bold, gratifying involuntary shiver of her entire upper body.

The Mother remained fixed in a daze for a moment, lost deeply inside of herself…

The Mother shook herself clear of her deeply emotionally-wrought reverie. She shuddered. She spat a juicy wad of her bubbly saliva to the side and growled loudly. She wasn’t sure exactly how to feel and her emotions were running wild, viciously seeking to undyingly warp her mental stability.

This was all pretty strange, she thought to herself.

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Lina began tossing around the prospects of the apparition’s assumed words in her mind. She didn’t doubt that Mandorla’s Moon of Ruby could and would disappear, she just felt baffled over what she should do when it did. Fletcher Munsin was a spiteful jerk, she knew, but she found that in her cold, Dark Heart, she nevertheless was fiercely attracted to the man for some strange, seemingly unexplainable reason because she wholly believed that she knew for certain that her Fletcher Munsin was indeed the last Godhed that she must hunt down and keep.

She would never know that the last Godhed was in fact Al Rodnam who had helped her found Bry Dellows. And she would never come to find out that Al Rodnam was even in any way associated with Fletcher Munsin.

But surely, deep down inside, Magdalena had to have some clue as to what was really going on.

☆34. BUGS TO LOOM IN THE PENS OF THE BLOOD PIGS | Part One.

 

…from [E  P  I  S  O  D  E    E  I  G  H  T] of The Aqueous Transmission by [MIKE EYE]

[B u g s   t o   L o o m   i n   t h e   P e n s   o f   t h e   B l o o d   P i g s]

 

“As copper is transformed into gold through alchemical practices, likewise, those who have gained Knowledge use Passions as the Key to Liberation.”

— anonymous Tantric text

 

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[chapter THIRTY-FOUR]


[THREE-HUNDRED-THIRTY-THREE YEARS FOLLOWING THE FOUNDING OF BRY DELLOWS. FUCKED-EARTH TIME.]

The foul little lazy rascal knelt lackadaisically upon the dirty, cursed surface of Fucked-Earth on her filthy, disfigured knees as she caressed her pig’s thick, hairy ear that smelt of bio-toxic waste. The young girl — who looked more like a wretched and useless rejected runt of some Damned set of Demon offspring — was deep in the midst of overindulging in her favorite two-and-a-half hours of every two-and-a-half days, a most enjoyable time routinely enjoyed by her as well as by all of her low sisters, all active in the rowdy pig farms of the dark Mother’s feral, rickety village of the shit-stained Bry Dellows.

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Amid the smelly little girl sat several very distinct, similarly-deformed smelly little girls within a fairly large expanse of dusty, twisted farmland, each Wickedly afflicted girl tending most lovingly to her very own ugly, deformed smelly little pig. As usual, all of the sisters were getting so much a rise out of the bonding with their personal pigs that their dispositions seemed to illicit a kind of passive hyperactivity that had them poised to be officially qualified to lustfully milk the wretched creatures from their tainted teats in spite of the impossibility of the feat; there was an odd air of general sexual tension settling in a thick fog over the atmosphere of the pig pens.

Perhaps ironically, the fucked swine receiving all the attention didn’t look all too different from these retarded excuses for girls — the pathetic tribal filler-material known as the Loombugs — who were obsessed with feeding and ‘playing’ with the Bry Dellows Bloodpigs most enthusiastically as had become custom of their bizarre, indigenous tribe.

A thick, heavy stench of brute blood and festering feces lingered about the chaotic piggery emitting a putrid, pungent air within the vicinity that not One girl seemed bothered by. The rank stink wafted through the atmosphere along with loud, incessant Bloodpig oinks that were interspersed with the occasional shrill shriek or elongated, off-key drone of a preoccupied Loombug who had become exceedingly excited with her personal undertaking, momentarily unable to control herself. Bloodpigs who were not presently being tended to by the Loombugs, or had already finished their meals of the hearty Space-Grain, were currently squealing and scurrying mindlessly about the stables, their disproportionate, lumpy and saggy limbs crippling their steps to weird hobbles, rendering them oblivious to their surroundings as they scampered on into and past one another retardedly.

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The hogs had not a notion that they were, at present, each subconsciously, by their present behavior, ultimately seeking to be ordained back into the Spirit Molecule that had initially Summoned them all forth to this most corrupt countenance initially overseen during the Genesis of Bry Dellows by Al Rodnam.

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The Loombug sisters of Bry Dellows perpetually seized every precious moment effortlessly during these times ‘paid’ in the filthy village pens, Ritually immersing themselves with their sisters, although each Individually divulging their own selves with their own pig, of whom each Bug would customarily pick out personally for this most cherished “pig-sty playtime.” During this special time, all of the Loombugs would always consistently carry out very vulgar molestations of the Bloodpigs along with these vital feedings of the special Grains as part of their Ritual; such sick acts of which each Loombug conducted One-on-One with her own personally chosen pig, were overtly overly overzealous, hedonistic activities that required no Intellect whatsoever to execute — mere child’s play, as it were. The Hankerhawks of their tribe never showed them how to do this; the Loombugs had all felt instinctively driven, and very strongly so, to commit such whacky, vulgar behavior all their own, as a ‘side dish’ to the Feeding of the Space-Grain.

So, this was their favorite thing to do. Well, other than become engaged with the potent power expended by Sacra-mental manipulations of their Stone Runes, of course, ‘spending’ most of their days constantly engaged in subliminally manifesting shifty conjurings amid a plane of fundamentally, unconsciously misunderstood esoterica (the Loombugs would never come to know that the ‘potent power’ of the Stone Runes was mere ‘Placebo Effect,’ the Runes’ True magic long lost over the decades as a result of, initially ignorance by Mother Magdalena, and ultimately misinterpretation by all of her sisters).

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As per the Mother, the Loombugs were only permitted to ‘pay’ such gleeful times in the pig-pens under One condition: it was strictly mandatory that the Bloodpig Feedings always be followed by one extra final task of which the girls were all sworn to their pathetic lives to then Ritualistically endeavor upon: after the allotted two-and-a-half hours’ time with the Bloodpigs, the Bugs were then required by the Mother, à la Solaria, to each take their own recently skyfallen personal Bloodpig, of which they had been feeding and doing strange shit to, over to the nearby salty shore for a High dedicatory ceremonial Bloodpig drowning sacrifice. The Loombugs were hardened to this most sacrosanct sacrament on account of compulsory custom (not to mention genetic programming and human-hybrid perceptual multidimensional interferences), and so always underwent the Ritual Addendum without any difficulty, despite the general lack of well-functioning motor skills crippling the always sweaty Loombugs.

Upon arrival to the edge of the sparkling and slowly wavering, salty and bubbly azure shoreline, the Loombugs would customarily begin thoroughly scrubbing their Bloodpigs in the Water, proceed to then hack them the-fuck-up with their super sharp trusty daggers always kept within their loincloths (that were attached to the loincloths with some string) until most of the horrid hog blood was Spilled in the Ocean, then finally hold them Underwater for several moments thereafter while holding Visions of Solaria within their Collective Mind’s Eye for the duration of the ‘under’-taking.

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The Bugs would thereafter customarily each grab as many pieces of pork as they could carry, and fill up their wooden flasks with the extra-salty ocean water before scrambling themselves promptly back to the main dirt paths of central Bry Dellows, as a group, to go cook the hog pieces around an open flame and thoughtlessly eat (storing some of the meat in their loin-cloths for whenever they got Hungry later), thereafter habitually coming to absorb themselves with their Stone Runes and come to mumble mindlessly to One another as well as to any unoccupied Hankerhawk who was momentarily willing to put up with their shit.

Strange fact: the few rations of brutally brackish Water the Bugs gathered from the only ocean on Fucked-Earth was all that the dried-up, deformed bodies of the Bry Dellows Loombugs required. And the only food the Bugs of the tribe would eat would be Bloodpig. And lots of Bloodpig. And more of lots of Bloodpig. They did so many times a day, unceremoniously, and did so defying Mother Nature Herself by amazingly being able to survive normally on far less Water than Earthen organisms living more symbiotically in an ideal Vision of a world with its Land masses far, far prevalent geographically over its ever be-shrunken Seas. This was another reason the Loombugs of Bry Dellows always put so much effort into their routine Feedings of the Bloodpigs. Bloodpig was indeed all that they wanted and ever needed to eat, and it did them well. And yes, there was certainly a great deal of hog-shit that went along with that: most of the village’s grounds were strewn in it. The stench had come to garnish the Mother’s village in a subtle, familiar undertone that richly added to the community’s overall aesthetic.

Interestingly enough, although the Loombugs were constantly filthy from ugly Head to fucked-up toe, they never thought to wash themselves subsequent to the Bloodpig Sacrifices; in fact, they seldom ever washed themselves at all.

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And so, three-hundred-thirty-three elongated years after the Mother, her pet Amrita, and the elusive mystic Al Rodnam had established Bry Dellows under the subtle command of the mighty Lachrylon, the village’s tribe had grown to include roughly 85% Loombugs, 10% Hankerhawks, 4% Gilded Grunts, & 1% Godhed. The Loombugs, with their own scheduled mundane activities assigned by the Mother, were only slightly larger in size than the hideous hogs they would each so come to make their own at High Noon during playtime. The Hawks, always having to be the Ones to order the dumb Bugs around and remind them of this as well as other things — because the Bugs all had trouble focusing their frames of mind with their lines of thought — had no clocks (or any other machines for that matter) and would only know it was Noontime when the Sun was directly overhead, the Sun’s seeming path over the planet’s horizons taking nine [72/8] hours in all, which was one-third of a day, Fucked-Earth time. The Bry Dellows Loombugs typically never gained a developmental functioning capability beyond that of a four-year-old not bred with such Wicked, Balanced, Tantric Intention the likes of which the mighty Solaria had mandated for these doomed Loombugs. In all, the Loombugs pretty much greatly resembled the ever-so-precious, wretched Mandorla, as she had originally been born, beside the mystical pond that was the trippy window of the Aqueous Transmission, except that the Bugs of Bry Dellows physically grew, in average, to be about four-and-a-half feet tall by maturity.

This One Loombug of which we now follow — inconsequentially named Loomy — was a very young girl of four years (Fucked-Earth time), currently coming to most deeply delight in, as did all her sisters — who were all also named “Loomy” — her cherished time with the Bry Dellows Bloodpigs. Yes, each Loombug had the same name, not One of which was ever able to figure out its correct pronunciation. They all looked remarkably similar to One another, were gravely mentally retarded with all Bugs having an identical genetic makeup, and had an extremely limited vocabulary that mostly consisted of a few faintly recognizable sounds and frequently used buckled bodily mannerisms ordinarily exchanged among the Bugs so dysfunctional.

During the Bloodpig Feedings, however, the Bugs would each ‘pay’ time connecting only to their own loud and smelly consort, the girls remaining focused completely on their own individual task at (deformed) hand. They each enjoyed the company of their sisters around them during this special time, but were each unwilling to ‘pay’ the others any mind or communicate with them by any means. Full focus was had on the Bloodpigs.

The ultra-vivid sheen of the brightest midday Solar beams now flooded the dusty, drab atmosphere of Bry Dellows, throbbing its radiance in a strange pulse, and the incessant beat-down from the sky it brought upon Loomy struck her as it struck all the others, and in such a way that made her feel as though she were being pressed in between two giant, red-hot stone plates that were somehow continuously conjoining against one another despite a consistent pressure from either end.

But it was okay; Loomy was used to this weather.

All the Loomys were.

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And now nearby the smutty piggery, we see a few seasoned, expressionless Gilded Grunts trotting on forth sluggishly to dump the precious Space-Grain from their big bushels into the long troughs that ran lengthwise all along the stables. The Grunts would perpetually keep these troughs filled with Space-Grain, which they would bring through a stargate linked to the Andromeda Biodome. Despite the troughs lining the whole of the pig pens, the Bloodpigs therein would not — could not — eat from them; they had all been somehow neurolinguistically manipulated by Al Rodnam during the Genesis of Bry Dellows in such a way that they always had to wait to be fed by the Loombugs, no matter how hungry they became. And they had no patience.

Despite all the commotion surrounding her, Loomy, the dreadful youngster now totally preoccupied with her favorite activity, entirely numb to the intense heat, nevertheless lay mostly motionless in her shadowy corner of one of the stables, very overly excited as she held out her stumpy little wart-wrecked arm with a handful of prized, magical Space-Grain for her darling vile swine who disturbingly bared a most uncanny resemblance to herself.

As she continued to feed her Bloodpig, Loomy the little Loombug maintained an over-exaggerated smile that seemed forced, but wasn’t; her smile was, in effect, an unremitting affliction affecting her countenance that became comfortably settled upon the subject of her interest, stuck in a state of At-One-ment.

Time ceased to exist for Loomy as she lost herself inside the Ritual.

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The left half of young Loomy’s fat lip so moistened with drool would raise higher than the right half each time she flashed her hideous, mostly-toothless smile to her present personal pig — which was quite often throughout playtime, but for no apparent reason. She had several hairy-ass warts and large, distinct birthmarks all over her mostly naked, disproportional black, hairy body. A horrid smile now cracked her face in a flash as she uttered a few exaggerated cooing sounds with her mouth and nose, the latter of which had a great deal of rich snot dribbling out of it. The temperature was a sizzling 111˚ F, and Loomy was not bothered by it in the least as she sat distracted, completely covered in her extra-salty sweat.

There were precisely sixty-nine Blood-pigs present at the Bry Dellows pig-pens at all times; just as soon as One pig was Ritually Sacrificed on the specific day it was meant to be sacrificed — along with all the others — others would replace the spots in the pens of the previous pigs, having flown to Bry Dellows from some mysterious, undisclosed location. By this time along the Bry Dellows tribal ‘devilution,’ the flying pigs had all been genetically trained psychically by Al Rodnam to land at the pens at Bry Dellows on their own, so the old man no longer needed to shoot them down from the sky with his trusty handmade crossbow.

At any rate, the mystic had been long, long since gone from the dusky land of Bry Dellows.

IN 1986, ARTHUR C. CLARKE PREDICTED WORLD WAR III TO BEGIN JUST AFTER SUMMER EQUINOX OF 2018.

 

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It’s now 2017! What a fascinating time it is to reflect upon the visions of Arthur C. Clarke’s future that were published in 1986 in his book of 21st century forecasts July 20, 2019 !! A future that is now!! Re-reading this book now is fun, guys!! A LOT of the shit Clarke envisioned has now come true!! Especially his ideas on advanced electronic applications, cyborg-like bio-neurological implants, and future psychiatric treatment equipped with drugs galore! But there is also A LOT that he didn’t forsee!! For instance, the Internet is hardly mentioned. And, in the most fascinating conclusion to his book of predictions in my opinion which depicts his vision of how… and WHEN… World War III will initiate, Russia is still the U.S.S.R. in the 21st century (still considering the forecast was made in the mid-eighties). Still, though, his foretelling of World War III is eerie and creepy to read now when getting a chance to compare predictions made with modern-day actualities. And, perhaps not ironically, yet definitely dark, is now pondering upon the very day World War III begins in Arthur C. Clarke’s vision of the future, One year before the date mentioned in the book’s title: July 20, 2018. -MIKE EYE

#10. A Founding of Bry Dellows from the Aqueous Transmission ☆

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☆ And now, three days since their arrival, Magdalena was sitting cross-legged on the soiled, still-steamy surface of Fucked-Earth within the confines of the Hollow, Observing the deep crimson hue of blood-like sentiment settled over the scenery of shadows that danced about in fervor with the flames of the campfire that were flickering fruitfully. The three had mentally and physically territorialized a makeshift base camp area in a specific spot chosen by Al Rodnam, a spot that appeared not unlike the many campsites they had crudely constructed throughout their journey, only larger. The Mother thought of Mandorla now as she Eyed Al Rodnam in the near distance who was performing various yoga stretches beside the hungry flames of the campfire, intentionally entreating upon what they had to offer. She sighed. ⊙

Source: #10. A Founding of Bry Dellows from the Aqueous Transmission ☆

#20. Snake-Rita Reveals to Magdalena her Newfound Access to a One High Telepathic Archaic Wisdom Kollective

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from The Aqueous Transmission by MIKE EYE

Episode VI. / Chapter 30

The woman took pensive heed of the sprawling landscape before her that was so littered with scores of small black scraps of disintegrated wreckage, felt that now-all-too-familiar feeling of abandonment as she strode onward. This sprawling new environment was, however, a great deal easier for her to bare all-in-all, the Mother thought to herself, when weighed against the hindrance of all the huge piles of charred shit chaotically strewn about every which way as the case had been ever since she had received any divine communion with the inimitable, glorious jasper amulet of Solaria….

Source: #20. Snake-Rita Reveals to Magdalena her Newfound Access to a One High Telepathic Archaic Wisdom Kollective

#22. Amrita Brings Magdalena to her Secret Underworld of Wonder, from The Aqueous Transmission

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…from Episode VI. 

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INSTANTLY, HER WORLD WAS TRANSFORMED AS SHE JUST AS SOON stepped into a most magnificent warm, tropical environment, with all kinds of lush, exotic flowers and plantlife of the most stunning colors overlying the land that was spotted with wonderful, exotic forest creatures — some airborne — busily bustling about, adding slight, wondrous sounds to the atmosphere. Not a single cloud was to be seen in the sky above, and the atmosphere had a sort of brightness to it that Lina had never seen present upon the Earth she was used to. So extraordinarily bright it was, yet not in the least bit blinding. Lina had noticed straightaway how amazingly fresh the air smelled, as she thought she seemed to be reaching an exceptionally High state of being just by breathing in the air around her. She found it instantly incredible.

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*Synopsis of The Aqueous Transmission ____________________________

The Aqueous Transmission by Mike Eye is an incredibly exciting tale of dark lore that explores the idea of what planet Earth would be like if it had started out being ruled by small indigenous tribes of super powerful, genetically enhanced barbarian women with penchants for powers of perversion!

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☆ 21. The Golden Mother’s Metatronik Orb-Cube Comprising Her & Her 12 Silvery Seduktive Sister-Hawx Becomes Inadvertently Misled.

THANK YOU FOR READING DARK ESOTERIKA, A BLOG THAT SEES THROUGH THE VEIL….

 

This Post [#28.] Includes Text Excerpted From Mike Eye’s The Aqueous Transmission.

 

 

 

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[chapter TWENTY-ONE]


A MOST DEFINITIVE QUANTUM LEAP WAS THEN MADE AS EVERY Hankerhawk on Earth instantaneously became Conscious of precisely how embarrassingly defective the polar alignment of their Fucked-Earth had been for the past 25,566 years… and precisely why this had been so.

The Hawks instantly, clearly all understood their paradoxical dilemma as they retroactively re-envisioned the faulty paradigm they had been living in. The women altogether realized, in One Single Instance, that over all these years, they had in fact been attempting to navigate a depolarized Earth, and trying to do so while lacking the vital, driving Force that could provide to them supreme Guidance: a sense of True, natural Divine Direction, a certain kind of direction that would Illuminate each of the Hankerhawk’s own personal predestined paths. They altogether now realized that the missing piece of the puzzle was the enigmatic retrieval of this Divine Direction.

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It was not understood by the Hawks at this time however just exactly where these paths so stricken with Wickedness would in fact lead to. And the women were presently oblivious to any Awareness of just how disturbingly Wicked these destinies would in fact prove to be.

As if it mattered to their sense of communal reason, anyhow.

It was thus without any wonder, the Hankerhawks then came to recognize, just precisely why it had been so Goddam difficult for them all this time to locate a Goddam Godhed.

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During this climax of the current era, any Hankerhawk atop Fucked-Earth in any other tribe — not that there were many — who was not attempting to assemble herself together into larger charmed circles now became increasingly erratic in her behavior, and finally to the point where she, along with all of her Enlightened sisters, just snapped and started mindlessly slaughtering female newborns and any Gilded Grunts nearby — the only two ancestral descendants the elders of Bry Dellows customarily let live as functioning members of their tribes.

Utter Mayhem was in fact now ensuing over the Face of the Earth due to the sprout of the very first seedling of Space-Grain, a groovy space-crop that Fletcher Munsin had so solemnly, tragically help create, on par.

It was the tainted juices from a most Wicked intercourse so deliberate that indeed seeped into the Soil and spawned the first thing ever to be grown inside the Biodome of Andromeda.

The pandemonium among all the tribeswomen upon the surface of Fucked-Earth had increased threefold as soon as the seedling had been spotted by Mother Magdalena and the Twelve silvery seductresses.

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From the moment the Collective Observation had been made by the elite Bry Dellows female union of the first dark swirl wafting in close proximity to the Dark Space-Grain, the Mother ordered her sisters to help her at Once. They carried the limp Fletcher Munsin back into the pod, everyone assuming their “moving forward” positions, and the pod promptly took off from a now-hotly-Sanctified, energized surface of the now-freshly-charged precious acres of space-biodome farmland-plots, which were already starting to fastly soak and spread out amongst itself the newly-conjoined, most well-received Sacred Fertilizer soon to have every designated landplot throughout the entire Andromeda Biodome lively with the Fucked-Earth-bound Dark Space-Grain-oh-so-revered.

The shape-shifting High spacecraft mindfully penetrated enigmatically through the consecrated components of the Dome. In glowing orb-cube fashion, now carrying the compatible codes in their celestial light signatures, the proud Mother’s silvery Lightship intuitively proceeded to heed the call to its next destination with much valor.

All Thirteen entities of the sizzling psychopathic Metatron’s Cube of the Mother now thoughtlessly assumed that they were Headed back to Earth to bear ‘good news’ of the sprouting of the Space-Grain to the villages of Hawks throughout the planet.

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Not even for the slightest instant did any woman discuss the topic of destination; they sat smug and ecstatic, and still literally drooling over their prized, Sacrificed Possession that remained on the brink of life, the man’s pulse dropping to critically low levels.

With the Divine Sperm of Fletcher Munsin Cumming to Fertilize the Mother, she, along with Fletcher Munsin, in turn, had indeed Cum to Fertilize the Biodome floor with their Lust Juice. This, so the Mother thought, was to warrant her and her Twelve closest to then be on their way to save their world, a priori. It was the High Demand of Solaria.

Several hours later, the Hawks had come to notice that they had reached their programmed destination. The metamorphosis of the orb-cube transmuting back into the silver space-pod was the cue that the women had arrived.

Lina reached for the clank, opened the hatch, and pressed a button on the wall that caused the silvery steps to materialize beneath the ship’s outer door in liquid-flow fashion.

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One by One, with Magdalena Guiding the way, the Hawks stepped out into a world they all momentarily came to realize synchronistically, dumbly, was not even close to looking or feeling like Earth. Their newly regenerated DNA signatures had evidently guided them to a new place, the Hawks each now took it upon themselves to figure.

Each woman was instantly embarrassed and completely caught off guard. There was confusion and silence all around.

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Surrounding the women was a strikingly invigorating, deserted desert environment, most dry, the likes of which was unlike anything any of them had ever Experienced Seeing, or at least so they Thought. Dark clouds clogged the breadth of the skyline with such utter dreariness that the foreign vista oh-so-subtley seemed to the Hawks to be softly, slowly daring the newly-arrived chief humanoid-female-Earthling Space Voyagers to ever even consider coming to a place like this. This allowed for the organic aura of this distant — yet close — planet to project a Universal Forced Perception of its actuality, passive-aggressively imparting a subliminal, twisted mock-display of some supposed, inevitable, shocking upshot intended to intimately pity its alien Observer(s). The sly façade was Black, both in Appearance and in Spirit. Brown streaks of what looked like dense dirt were scattered over the smooth, grey silicate rock formations of the planet’s jagged surface, and the land was excruciatingly rutted all around the area from which they now stood in stupors. There seemed to be plenty of oxygen in the thick, vast, exceedingly sweet-tasting atmosphere, the core of which came to diffuse occasionally now with resident High heat and carbon in the air, conspiratorially inviting in taunting, invisible High Blazes that would result, periodically, in the most relentless hits of the fiercest of electrical strikes, suspiciously conjuring forth quite the powerful subconscious taunt.

Against the expansive gloom, the Hawks somehow sensed an overall strange overcast blindingness that sought to utterly unnerve these foolish Bry Dellows Hankerhawks of Fucked-Earth, and the colors and hues of everything surrounding the women now appeared unimaginably ludicrous; in Truth, most deep and personal…

The haunted Hawks remained silent, were totally confused. They all felt as if they were heavily hallucinating to an overkill.

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Magdalena caught sight of a small crater in the distance. It was a small piece of rough turf about 26 kilometers in diameter that was the focal point in a conjunction of several distinguished pale cracks caving in on themselves.

“Look up ahead,” she said to the ladies, her forefinger pointing before her.

Guiding the way forward, loyal Iron Spear in hand, the Mother braved onward. Utilizing her embedded wild, tribal radar/sonar detector, Lina noticed a slight, yet intense vortex-like pull on her subtle energy field.

She paused, raised her left fist up high, level to her face and shouted commandingly, “HALT.” The women all came to a militant stop at Once. There was a moment of silence.

“You girls feel that?” asked the Mother.

But before they could reply, all Twelve of the Silver Hawks were suddenly sucked into the gloomy crater just ahead, which apparently contained a sucking Black Hole within its Center.

Magdalena remained the only One still standing on the surface, her magical Golden dress somehow able to counteract the tugging she felt from the Dark hole attempting to suck her in.

She ran on straight ahead, right up to the edge of the crater’s murky drop and peered down in a panic.

It led down into a deep, Dark chasm below and she did not see any bottom to the hole. Winded, the Mother crouched down, her hands coming to rest upon her knees, still in Shock. She stared down bleakly into the Dead Center of the bottomless pit before her, all wide-Eyed.

Then she realized that she could see a faint, whitish azure glow moving subtly down, deep inside the massive hole before her, a giant orb in the far, unforgiving dusky distance nimbly pulsating with a High curiosity.

Magdalena felt for a moment almost as if she were spying on some important living, loving entity relevant to her very nature, certain to also point out to herself that she didn’t have to feel bad about doing so.

Squatting now over the edge of the ledge with a desperate bewilderment, sweat swimming about in a bodily bounty within and amongst the crystal-clear pores of her dazzling black skin, Mother Magdalena extended her neck as far out as she was able, peering down intently.

She heard nothing. -MIKE EYE

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☆ 5. A POST-KRASH LANDING

WELKOME TO DARK ESOTERIKA…. [post #27.]

AND NOW, WE REJOIN MOTHER MAGDALENA BACK IN HER RECENTLY CRASHED SPACE POD AS SHE SUDDENLY DECIDES TO INITIATE EVAC, STAT!

 

 

[chapter FIVE of THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION]


SUDDENLY, AN INTENSE DESIRE TO QUICKLY FLEE THE SPACESHIP overcame Lina‭. ‬She felt barely any shielding energy left inside her magical dress‭, ‬the powers‭ ‬of it mostly‭ ‬depleted‭. ‬She entered her small walk-in closet and hastily grabbed her knapsack that was hanging on a hook and took a look inside it‭. ‬Inside she found a ball of hemp cord‭, ‬an ink pen‭, ‬a pad of paper‭, ‬and some other odds and ends of useful purpose‭. ‬She slung the satchel over her shoulder and quickly stepped back into the bedroom‭. ‬Cautiously‭, ‬Lina went to go fetch Amrita to stuff inside the sack‭. “‬Stay in there and be quiet‭,” ‬she told the thing‭. ‬She tiptoed to her night table and opened the‭ ‬drawer‭. ‬She grabbed her handy dagger that was inside‭, ‬attached it to her waist‭, ‬and stepped to the door‭. ‬She took a deep breath‭ ‬and shut her Eyes tightly‭. ‬She planned on trying to exit the craft without looking at the flight deck‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She was disturbed as she briefly caught sight of a potential future image of herself gaping in astonishment over the sloppy mess on the flight deck.

Lina shook herself free of the gripping, grimmy image, cautiously felt for‭ ‬the button on the wall, and the two parts of the door slid open‭. ‬She stepped through‭.‬‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Instantly‭, ‬Lina noticed an intensely foul‭ ‬odor in the air‭, ‬much stronger than the one in her bedroom‭. ‬She grimaced as she returned her nose beneath her dress‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Her spaceship‭, ‬being small as it was‭, ‬was not difficult to navigate behind closed Eyelids‭; ‬she cared not to investigate further the loud shattering she had heard‭, ‬nor the strong stench she now smelled‭, ‬although she could imagine precisely the cause of both of them‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Cautiously‭,‬‭ ‬Eyes shut tight‭, ‬Lina shuffled to the storage area on the port side of the craft‭. ‬The surface of the floor was heavily uneven on this side of the ship and she struggled to hold her balance‭. ‬She opened a cabinet and‭, ‬holding open her knapsack‭, ‬hastily reached in and dragged all the fruit and tiny bags of nuts and grains into it‭. ‬Eyes still closed‭, ‬she opened another cupboard‭, ‬felt around‭, ‬and added the rationed portions of flasks of Pure Fresh Water to the bundle‭. ‬This was all the‭ ‬food and drink she kept on her ship‭, ‬which she had only previously ridden on special occasions‭, ‬this‭ ‬particular‭ ‬ride‭, ‬obviously yet quite peculiarly‭, ‬being her last‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

And also somehow her first.

Lina grabbed her trusty spear that was resting on the floor‭, ‬readied her nerves‭, ‬and prepared to book it past the front-end of the ship toward the hatch on the far right side‭. ‬She could only hope that the hatch could still be opened given the condition of the pod‭;‬‭ ‬she figured this was a Once-in-a-lifetime type of predicament she found herself stuck in‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

And indeed it was.

She closed her Eyes and briefly meditated on her escape.

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Other than her magical golden dress, it was Magdalena’s trusty spear that was her prized possession. The demoralizing lance had also been crafted from the fierce filaments of the almighty Solaria, and had been, more than Once, handed down to her as a ferocious, inhuman aid in the brutal combat that would inevitably befall her throughout her travels. It was fashioned from unadulterated iron crystal that had been extracted from the center of the Earth. As such, it worked intrinsically with the bleeding planet’s core, and the edge of it always remained perfectly sharp, having embroidered jagged teeth toward the top-end of it. In essence, the enchanted staff was really a sacred scepter that, through the sanctity of Solaria, ceaselessly sought secret sanction with its specific possessor, entrusting itself with, whom in this case was, Mother Magdalena. This was a most awesome power with none other like it, and it had the miraculous ability, along with the application of two other star-gate Tools, to tap into the sacred Black Hole Sun of the Inner Earth chambers, providing the Mother, along with her formidable, fulsome dress, with the utmost protection and guidance on the surface of the densest of planet environments she may happen upon.

And now, from where she stood‭, ‬feeling great fear‭, ‬the Mother ‬mindfully folded down her epiglottis to block her air duct‭, lifted opened her Eyes, ‬and‭ ‬directed her gaze toward the ship’s hatch‭, ‬paying no mind to the flight deck‭. ‬Gripping her mighty spear tightly‭, ‬Lina took in a deep‭, ‬putrid breath and then went for it‭. ‬She‭ ‬galloped awkwardly toward the hatch as fast as she could across the surface of the sloped cabin‭, ‬her body in pain‭, ‬the odor unbearable‭. ‬When she got there‭, ‬she grabbed the wheel at the center of the hatch‭. ‬Heaving‭, ‬she used all of her remaining strength to spin the wheel to its extremity‭, then pounded on the button to the left of the hatch‭, ‬which was supposed to open it‭. ‬But‭,‬‭ ‬alas‭, ‬as she had suspected‭, ‬the hatch was jammed‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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‭”‬FUCK‭!‬‭”‬‭ ‬she cried out and started pounding on the door as if it would give way just because she pounded on it‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The stink was repulsive‭.‬‭ ‬Lina whimpered in pain‭. ‬And just as she began to think up new ways of‭ ‬how she could escape the downed spacecraft‭, ‬a very flustered Lina started to feel wafts of heat blow by her‭. ‬Slowly lifting open‭ ‬an Eyelid‭, ‬she snagged a peak at some smoke drifting by and instantly became petrified‭; ‬the level of anxiety she was wrought with rose several notches and the back of her neck grew instantly damper‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Feeling completely overwhelmed at this point‭, ‬Lina realized that if there was any chance for her to make it out alive‭, ‬she needed to break free of the hysteria that was starting to grip her and‭ ‬focus her mind at least somewhat on what it was that she was trying to do‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She took a brief time-out‭. ‬Trying with all her might to gain composure‭, ‬she consciously attempted to ignore her racing thoughts‭ ‬and project her powerful energy inward‭. ‬For a moment‭, ‬just One brief moment in time‭, ‬she aimed to block out all senses and attain a flash of Divinity‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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‬She paused‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

In a state of absolute dissociation‭, like a deprivation of senses submerged in water, her Soul grabbed hold of what presented itself to be the experience of an intensely real hallucination of a rather pleasant image for her. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬From out-of-body, Magdalena saw her tall‭, ‬shimmering form swimming gracefully through an ocean of a milky‭, ‬midnight sky‭, in a patch of starry outerspace not too distant from the Earth‭. ‬Swimming vibrantly through deep-space as if it were a cool pool‭, ‬Lina was overjoyed to find other‭, separate, ‬smaller celestial entities gaily joining her for a merry‭, ‬intergalactic swim‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

For an‭ ‬instant‭, ‬just One simple instant of bliss‭, ‬the iridescent bodies all swirled together in ecstasy‭, ‬dancing happily in harmony‭. ‬Lina smiled‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

A stinging choke brought the hopeful woman back to her subjective consciousness of the physical being that was trapped inside the smashed space-pod‭. ‬She bent over and spewed out a few robust coughs‭, ‬spit‭, ‬and then lifted her head slightly to find herself looking at the jammed hatch that wouldn’t budge‭. ‬She shook her head briskly‭, ‬feeling a slight sense of déjà‭ ‬vu set in‭. ‬In an effort to limit the amount of smoke being inhaled‭, ‬as well as to dodge the dreadful‭, ‬drifting odor‭, ‬Lina took in a deep‭, ‬disgusting breath through her mouth and tried to see how long she could hold it in her lungs‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

As she held that breath in‭, ‬she tried with all her might to remain consciously locked onto that comforting sensation‭ ‬brought forth by the spectacular Vision she had just had‭, ‬while still remaining mindful of her task at hand‭. ‬She wanted to see‭ ‬how long she could hold in her big breath‭. ‬And with it locked inside her lungs‭, ‬she gathered up all her courage and turned around to face the facts‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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And without realizing it‭, ‬she let loose her breath before her in a forceful blow‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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‬At the ship’s bow‭, ‬Lina helplessly beheld the same overwhelming mess of toxic rubble and pieces of corpses that had seared her vision from behind the great‭, ‬big crystal glass dash‭, ‬but now the dash was shattered‭, ‬and the grimy debris was scattered upon the flight‭ ‬deck‭, ‬having fallen into the ship when the cracked glass had given way‭. ‬Lina was aghast‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The toxic shit littered a good portion‭ ‬of the flight deck‭, ‬and there was a huge mound of it just outside‭, ‬completely clogging the opening of where the dash had been‭. ‬It seemed most of the spaceship’s sharply inclining, downward-sloping front-end was buried beneath the surface of a scorched Earth‭, ‬trapping Lina hopelessly inside‭.‬‭ ‬She gathered a great amount of air into her lungs then released her breath to speak‭ forcefully. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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‭”‬SOLARIA‭!” ‬the Mother proclaimed with raised head and lifted arms‭, “‬GUIDE ME OUT OF HERE‭!” ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She shut her Eyes tightly and mustered together some nerve‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Lina gagged slightly as she reluctantly shuffled down the incline‭, ‬toward the intruding wreckage to analyze it further‭, ‬noticing a thin layer of smoke accumulating just above it as she got closer‭. ‬Trying‭ ‬not to panic‭, ‬she scanned the‭ ‬debris‭, ‬seeking the source of the smoke‭. ‬In the far corner‭, ‬Lina caught glimpse of a small flame‭ ‬flickering faintly‭. ‬She gasped‭. ‬And then she came to find herself glaring into the center of the flame‭, ‬concentrating hard on it‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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‭”‬Solaria‭! ‬Anoint my Spirit with your scalding center‭!” ‬she cried‭, “‬But torch not my hot temple of flesh and blood‭! ‬Just as you said‭,‬‭ ‬I am‭ ‬needed to procreate‭! ‬Now get me out of here‭!‬‭” ‬She could hear a raspy‭, ‬muffled, mechanical meow come from within her knapsack‭, ‬which was still slung over her shoulder‭. ‬She coughed‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Lina again shut her Eyes. She took a slow, steady breath in, and then out, and found herself Once again Observing her body back up in the High Ocean‭. She ‬saw her long‭, ‬smooth figure gracefully gliding in twirls within the all-too-black, totally starless sky‭; this time she swam alone‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬-MIKE EYE

☆ 33. “Now that Pigs Fly…”

from the pages of The Aqueous Transmission by Mike Eye

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[chapter THIRTY-THREE]


THE FOLLOWING DAY BROUGHT SULLEN SKIES ENTWINED WITH THE now-familiar dreary, subtle scarlet. It was mid-morning when Mother Magdalena found herself sitting on the Hallowed grounds of the Hollow in deep Contemplation to the sky over what Al Rodnam had said to her, her back propped up uncomfortably against a huge blackened, ruined stub of a trunk that had once been a massive Oak.

She knew that the old man spoke only when necessary, and in riddles that bothered the shit out of her. She knew she cared very little about Al Rodnam. But she did not have the foggiest idea how it possibly could be that the mystic had already somehow gotten her pregnant. Lina had questioned the old man several times about what he had meant, but subsequent to his utterance of the perplexing statement, Al Rodnam had chosen to give Lina the silent treatment.

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Magdalena was fairly certain they hadn’t mated, or if they had, she noted, she most definitely did not remember it, neither were there any marks about her body that could’ve leant to her hints of recent sexual activity. Maybe the old man had used another tapped spell or something of the sort, Magdalena began to entertain, a sharp anxiety starting to well up inside her. She had decided then that if Al Rodnam was to continue acting so mysteriously, she would do something about it. She wasn’t quite sure yet what that something would be, but she would most certainly do something about it, she thought to herself.

The Mother glanced down at her tone tummy. Through her brightly glittering golden dress — recently recharged at the Inner Earth lake where she could’ve sworn she saw Fletcher Munsin within — she Eyed the bellybutton-less section of her fine stomach where, for every other human being she had ever known to exist, always bore the scarred Navel. After mulling over the evident paradox of what she knew of the peculiar phenomenon of human birth and germination, Lina humphed to herself upon considering just how ironic the senseless life-process truly made her feel after gaining the type of Insight she had recently received. Flooded by horrid thoughts she couldn’t shake, Lina became extremely frustrated.

She couldn’t Imagine herself pregnant. She didn’t feel pregnant. But the Mother somehow knew for sure that the wise old man had been telling the Truth when he said that the two of them had recently bred. Al Rodnam’s All-knowing temperament coupled with his irksome slyness deeply bothered Magdalena. It scraped at her insides with an uncanny cunning, causing her to feel unendingly inadequate in the company of the guru. And she would not be able to admit to herself that, deep down, she was jealous of the old man.

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Lina’s day-dreaming suddenly ceased as she realized how uncomfortable she was propped up against the rough surface of the huge pallid stump that dug into her back most irritatingly no matter which way she shifted her posture. She ogled the ashen stump with irritation. Unconsciously, the Mother knew that Al Rodnam had very recently secretly abducted her, taken her to his South Pole Homeland, had his sacred Soma-laced Sperm discreetly artificially inseminated into her uterus, and used magic to make her forget the whole incident, much like he did during the Aqueous Transmission. But the Truth of this occurrence would not surface up into the Mother’s Consciousness.

Magdalena returned Head to sky and immediately noticed something ugly and much misshapen flying crookedly against the bloody horizon — just one single, solitary fat mass of a twisted creature all by its lonesome, aloof and seemingly undaunted in the High air. Lina didn’t jump or start at all; she kind of just focused in on the airborne creature indifferently, squinting her Eyes as she looked skyward, knowing instinctively she had seen this type of animal before.

It was a flying pig.

And this pig had worn-out, leather-like skin with dark welts and bulges, patches of filthy, unkempt hair in unassuming places, and tiny, little frayed wings that were rapidly flapping out of rhythm without one another, just barely able to lift the portly shape of its bearer aloft, causing severe unsteadiness in its seemingly oblivious advance.

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Magdalena arose at once and began to follow the deformed swine, her curiosity getting the better of her. Although the creature seemed to have no idea where it was headed, it looked as though it was moving along quite steadily, and she liked to see where it would end up.  Lina trailed the flying pig for almost a half an hour before, far ahead of her, she saw a shooting arrow fly speedily straight into the small wings of the airborne animal, straight-away sending the soaring swine plummeting downward toward Fucked-Earth and disappearing behind a massive ramshackle boulder in the distance. Magdalena took pursuit in that direction with increased fervor.

The closer she got to the huge boulder, the louder strange, muddled noises were heard coming from the other side of it. Nearing the source of the sounds, the Mother thought she was beginning to hear a frenzied clatter of greatly exaggerated hog howls. Lina’s Eyes widened. Her Heart picked up pace slightly in excitement, in awe of the whole situation transpiring. After plodding through the disheveled, upturned rubble and gravel that surrounded the massive boulder, she had finally made her way to the other side of it.

The Mother found herself confounded, staring perplexedly at loads of squealing freak swine rushing around the place frantically, the whole lot of them scurrying recklessly into one another hectically, each one insisting the pools of their soppy sweat be swapped with the next one that scampered on past. Rank odors of an uncanny porky smut were laced with loud, pathetic-sounding oinks of the most mindless demeanor, the noises mixing with the haze about the site that wafted in thick, potent fumes of near-toxic levels. Lina covered her mouth and nose with her mighty dress.

She caught sight of Al Rodnam then, a mere shadow in the near distance. He held a medium-sized, hand-crafted wooden bow by his side, and he was staring directly at Magdalena, his hair masking his face, his robes hung loosely about his frame. So eerie was the still image in the grey of the day that Magdalena for the first time actually felt genuinely frightened of Al Rodnam, the skin over her arms, up her shoulders and neck having just crawled so emotively that fat goosebumps instantly appeared across the surface of her skin. She became extremely lightheaded with a potent nausea, the whole of her upper body having fastly froze up for a frightening, brief moment that left her in a cold, Wicked daze.

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After that insane moment, she came to and involuntarily shook her whole torso back and forth so violently that she almost fell over. “Ugghh!!” her voicebox then released out into the air in disdain.

One particularly large, fat hog within the mad piggery that the Mother wanted to instantly flee from, disgustedly squealed out with an exceptionally loud emphasis then, and Magdalena turned to see Amrita pestering the pigs as it slithered beneath their missteps, raising up dust in its trails. The Mother’s pet sensed Lina’s presence, turned to her, and began slithering in her direction.

“I knew you’d come around sooner or later,” stated the snake as it slinked up to the Mother.

“Where did all these revolting creatures come from?” the Mother ventured after a brief moment.

“The sky, it would seem,” was Amrita’s reply.

They were located at one of the very edges of the Hollow Homefront, and all these flying pigs seemed to have gravitated toward this general direction, one by one. Al Rodnam was shooting them down here, in this place. He seemed to have been expecting them to come.

Magdalena stared on at the messy confusion before her, eventually coming to fall in a bedazzled daze as she became fixated with the mindless muddiness of the stupid hogs.

Shamefully, she noticed right then and there how akin the innate behavior of these wretched animals was to her ultimate nature.

She took a glance back to the old man but he was no longer there.

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“That would do it! All sixty-nine of them!” was the rather droll statement then over-enthusiastically made just behind Magdalena. The Mother turned quickly around and there was the guru. He smiled slightly at the Mother, sensing her deliberation, and before she could ask him a thing, Al Rodnam said “We will have use for the Blood Pigs in the near future, Mother. They will be our Lifeblood.” His smile was closed and ever-so-slight.

The Mother suddenly lit up, taking up a candid swagger. She pointed at him threateningly. “Look here, Mister Al Rodnam, I’m pretty sick of your shit. Your crazy little wizard games are driving me wild! Why do you have to be so secretive?” She reached up to clutch her temples with the lower parts of her palms and shut her Eyes tightly as she rolled them swiftly around impatiently. Then the Mother reached down, assumed a dual grip on the little old man’s shoulders, and lifted him clear off the ground, bringing him Eye-level with her. She shot a mean glare at the old man.

The mystic remained expressionless, a mute look over his face. “Very well, if you put me down, I will tell you whatever it is you need to know.” Lina paused, tilting her Head slightly to the side and narrowing her Eyes at the old man. Then she sighed and released him.

“What are these creatures and where are they from? Be straightforward! And tell the Truth!”

“These here are the Blood Pigs, my dear Mother,” simply stated Al Rodnam. “They are a part of what skulk in the sick pastures upon your dark side, my Mother. The dark side of the Moon.”

Lina raised her Head over at the pens where the despicable swine scrambled about and rapidly received a potent jolt of déjà vu. She shivered as her thoughts seemed to clearly project images of Mandorla in reminiscent succession and for the first time ever, Mother Magdalena all of a sudden felt scared of everything she knew to be anything at all. She had just caught the flash of a quick psychedelic vision and understanding of Nothingness.

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She looked back at Al Rodnam. “So how the Hell is it that we’ve mated already, I don’t remember us mating at all. Did you dose me on something?”

“No, I used a spell on you. I could not let you know where I was taking you.”

Lina started abruptly and blurted out loudly “I knew it!” She took her voice down a few notches. “Why?” pressed the Mother urgently with a harsh whisper that was barely contained as she tried to reason with the mystic very simply, a hand on her hot hip.

“My instinct. And I don’t even question my instinct.”

“Where did you take me?”

“I took you to the Andromeda Biodome,” lied Al Rodnam.

He had, of course, taken the Mother to his existential South Pole Homeland. The reason Al Rodnam had to conceal his course to his Immortal Earth Homeland involved a painful secret that the Mother Magdalena could never know: in order to warp to the perfect, precious time-space of his Enchanted Emerald site, the great guru — only Al Rodnam himself — had to first bypass the Inner-Earth Underworld that belonged solely to Amrita— the same place the Mother and her Hankerhawks came to every so often to recharge their powers. He did so through an underwater stargate that was located in the very pond that could replenish Magdalena with her thriving energies. This amazing, tropical world was exclusively Amrita’s, and, as such, the old guru would not feel secure there. It was indeed embarrassing for him even to admit to himself that he had to go through this world to get to his own; he could not Imagine the Mother ever finding out this secret.

Once casting a trance upon the serpent-crowned Mother Magdalena and bringing her through the Underworld Garden to his secret hide-out, the mystical Al Rodnam had selected the contents from one of countless jars of his personal plasma-preserved jars of sperm incubating with the Soma in the Sirian Space Crystals he kept by the calm pond that teleported him to the Inner-Earth Fountain of Youth, and promptly artificially inseminated it into the Mother’s uterus before bringing her back to Fucked-Earth Genesis á la Aquarian persuasion.

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“Why the Andromeda Biodome?” snapped the Mother.

“So that we could quickly sew the seed of the first Space-Grain!” again lied Al Rodnam. He lightly tilted his wizened Head to the side and squinted his Eyes at Magdalena. “That stuff is vital to the flow of things around here, you must know.”

Receiving a vision then, in beams of High Light, of her most desirable turnout of future events to occur at Bry Dellows, the Mother suddenly could not stop obsessively thinking about completely overtaking in every way the Spirit of the elusive man that eternally enigmatically entreated upon her corrupt countenance, that ever-watchful, perpetually present, most attractive man called Fletcher Munsin. She probed fixatedly over just when it would be that the full body of Fletcher Munsin would Cum around, knowing all too well how infuriatingly manic and bittersweet he would come to make her feel on all levels of Emotion.

She thought she didn’t realize why this was so.

But she did.

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[BY MIKE EYE]

☆ 32. THE SIRIAN MYSTIC’S RUNE STICKS 🌐

THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION

E  P  I  S  O  D  E    S  E  V  E  N

N  o  w   T  h  a  t   P  i  g  s   F  l  y…

 

And I filled my face with the light of the completion of their aeon. And I entered into the midst of their prison, which is the prison of the body. And I said, ‘He who hears, let him get up from the deep sleep.’ And he wept and shed tears.
—The Apocryphon of John

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[chapter THIRTY-TWO]


AL RODNAM LAY CROUCHED IN A NEW, SEEMINGLY UNRELATED PATCH OF GEOMANTIC TERRAIN somewhere within the stark Hollow of what would devolve in no time to become the everlasting Bry Dellows. The old man hunkered down on his knees against the unclean surface of Fucked-Earth, neatly arranging and rearranging the four Rune-inscribed sticks he now always kept within short grasp. Six peculiar inscriptions had been meticulously scrawled by Al Rodnam upon each of the four similarly-sized smooth, wooden branches now laid out before him, the strange etchings boasting daunting, intricate attributes that seemed to almost subtley glow a deep, dark purple pulse of archaic bioluminescence. The ocular lids of the great guru remained latched as he fidgeted mindfully with the four sticks in deep Contemplation. The Mother approached the man silently from behind, coming to cease pace uncomfortably close to the man’s back.

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Of course, Magdalena had not in the least startled the mystic, yet the man distinctly sensed something awry in the ultra-feminine aura hovering just behind him. Al Rodnam abruptly ceased mindful activity unflinchingly and, with Eyes remaining closed lightly beneath the thick, muddled strands of grey hair brought about meaningfully over his rough face, his Head remaining just where it was, the old man patiently waited to hear what sort of ill-tempered, ill-conceived statement the Mother would mutter. There was complete stillness in the air.

“I’ve found out where you’ve retrieved those live branches, Al.”

Al Rodnam’s concealed Eyes swiftly bulged out beneath his hair-mask, completely taken aback. He turned to the Mother.

“I am Al Rodnam, my Mother,” said Al Rodnam in deep monotone. “You must never call me ‘Al’.”

“Okay ‘Al Rodnam’ or whateverthefuck you wish to be addressed as,” was the exceedingly rude remark uttered by Magdalena. “Are you gonna tell me what it is you’ve been doing with those Damned things?”

“Fool,” proclaimed the great guru softly with blind resentment, and he resumed his mindful activity with full concentration, seeking to shun the Mother’s foul temperament.

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Magdalena rolled her Eyes, flailed her arms skyward in resignation, then quickly spun halfway around as she swiftly brought both her arms back toward her waist sides with claps.

“Whatever!” articulated the Mother irately. She was greatly impatient. “So are we gonna fuck or what!?” she shouted with high anxiety. The old man kept on his mindful task without the slightest flinch or reaction whatsoever to the Mother’s coarse discourse.

For several minutes there was no dialogue.

The Sun was setting in the West and a fresh glint of the rays came to shine momentarily directly into Magdalena’s Eyes. Blended with the proverbial blood-red Lunar disc glowing gloomily, seemingly beside it, it looked almost as if a sly high-spirit or demigod had suddenly then took a giant, fully-soaked metaphysical paintbrush to the sky in earnest to toss down a token of grey, watered-down warning to a hot and steamy Fucked-Earth atmosphere.

After a while, Al Rodnam glanced steadily over at the Mother, wisps of the wild stray strands of his hair that was perpetually shielding his Eyes ruffling slightly in a dirty breeze that was wafting by most curiously. Ignoring Lina bluntly, the guru moved his lips to speak.

“I did not retrieve these here pieces of wood from the Inner-Earth Underworld, Mother. I have a different place I tend to frequent for the necessities of constructing Tools for the Service.”

“Oh really? Where’s that?” Lina again started. “‘Tools for the Service,’ huh?”

“I would show you, Mother, but, alas, I cannot. The means with which I travel to the aforementioned geographical coordinates involve a method of navigation of which you know not how to conduct. My apologies, my fair lady.”

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Indeed unaware, and also uneducated, of the method of navigation used by Al Rodnam to travel to his personal secret, special domain where he had retrieved the Rune sticks, Mother Magdalena was also thoughtlessly oblivious to the sad, embarrassing Truth of what it was he needed to sacrifice in order to gain access to that travel route of his…  Magdalena would never come to know this secret Truth. Al Rodnam’s ultimate chill-spot was at the very center of a lush, tropical continent existing outside of space and time, located at the very zenith of the Immortal Earth’s Rod; it was the South Pole on a version of Earth apart from all Her endless reincarnations. Here, the fresh air always brought with it a crisp sensation of euphoria. Here, always existed outside the boundaries of time. Here, was the place the mystic had in fact brought his Mother. A part of the man had been staying at this enchanted place for eons, remaining connected to its most exotic Immortal trees and animals in perpetual joyous wonder. His favorite place to contemplate predicaments was a happy grassy knoll at the very center of this Homeland, situated just beside a subtle, modest pond positioned in the middle of a softly flowing river. This little modest pond would be the final destination of noble Nammu of Europa, the necessary messenger who would reveal to the guru that the End had Cum.

“What are they for?” the Mother asked after a short while, gesturing with a nod of her head at the Rune sticks.

“Ritual. I will instruct you on the Divine agency of the sacred Runes when I am ready,” said the guru unwearyingly.

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Irritated, Magdalena turned to leave, and as she walked away, Al Rodnam called out to her in a slow, mindful manner that fastly brought her chills. Lina spun around. There was brief silence, the shaded Head of the guru faced toward the Mother evocatively.

“We won’t need to mate,” said the old man softly, with a thankful frankness.

Lina was taken aback. “We won’t?” she uttered uncertainly, the words of the almighty Solaria flashing themselves loudly on and off inside her Head in an unrelenting fire drill of caution. “But… why not?”

“Because.” Al Rodnam stated simply. “We already have.”

WHAT !!?? HOW THE FUCK COULD THAT BE ??? DISKOVER HOW AND WHY THE FUCK MAGDALENA DOESN’T REMEMBER THE FUCKING SEX THAT MAY OR MAY NOT’VE OCCURED… NEXT !!! -MIKE EYE

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