☆ 10. The Dawn of the Age of Aquarius

[DARK ESOTERIKA POST #33]

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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.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

We-Meet-The-Same-Souls-In-Every-Incarnation...

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.

#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

DARK ESOTERIKA

…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 My Novel

*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!

Source: Synopsis Of My Novel

☆ 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

☆ 27. The First and Last Godhed of Bry Dellows Kasts the Spell of Solaria Upon the Mother

 

 

 

Excerpted From The Aqueous Transmission By MIKE EYE

 

 

 

Episode V. / Chapter 27


SEVERAL HOURS LATER, MAGDALENA FOUND HERSELF IN conversation with the old man, having eventually come to. He was about four feet short, with a long scraggly beard about three-and-a-half feet long. His Eyes remained totally wrapped up with strands of his long, grey hair. Dark robes hung loosely about the old man’s frame. He would remain camouflaged per order of the almighty Lachrylon.

Mother Magdalena was still groggy from her passing out. She could only see a tiny bit of the old man’s skin, just barely enough to notice the deep wrinkles.

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“So, what happened to me?? Who are you?!

“You saw what happened,” replied the man softly, deeply, “And my name is Al Rodnam. Pleasure.” And the old man held out a gruff hand toward the Mother.

Lina, still suffering the after-effects of the Delirium, paused momentarily, cocked her head slightly to the side warily, squinted her Eyes at the man, then reluctantly extended her hand out to shake.

But she quickly retracted it, all of a sudden remembering crucial parts of what she had seen in Amrita’s recording.

“Waaaiit a second..!” She was irritated. “Okay, where did you come from? And where is my daughter?”

“You saw where I came from,” said Al Rodnam, “and, as I said earlier, I am your daughter.”

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“You’re clearly not my daughter,” snapped Lina. “Before. When you had me in that, that trance… What was all that commotion earlier with the storm and everything? And-and who or what was that speaking to you in that loud voice? … What is your connection to Fletcher Munsin?! And what is this about a sacrifice??” She spoke very fastly. “What the fuck is going on, here?!” shouted the Mother with a justifiable resentment.

Al Rodnam did not waste any time using his abilities to quickly rid Magdalena of these memories. She knew too much. With a momentary lifting of some hair from his Eyes, he shot a fierce stare with his big twinkling Eyes at the Mother, magically erasing from her memory everything she had watched on Amrita’s display. Lina stared back in a million mile daze, blind to the effects of Al Rodnam’s magic.

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After about a minute, just before he released his possession of Magdalena’s mind, he muttered some terse words to Amrita.

“If you mention this to your friend here, I’ll dismantle you in a jiffy.” Rita cowered kind of like a cat in response to this remark, its processing board functioning erratically, unable to select a fitting programmed response to the statement. Instead, it beeped annoyingly as it attempted to meow.

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Lina came to, shook her Head, raised a few fingers to her aching left temple with a grimace, and stared back at Al Rodnam.

The old man swiftly turned to her. “That’s okay,” said he curtly with a curtsy, “I know who you are anyway.” His Eyesight remained fixed in deadlock directly into Magdalena’s Dark, fuzzy Eyes and her gaze was fastened to the old man’s like a carabiner on belay with a taut rope hitched to the grittiest mountain climber.

Magdalena shook her Head again rapidly, rubbed her Eyes with two fists. She glared back at the old man who was still sitting in a lotus position upon Fucked-Earth.

“I am your counterpart, Magdalena,” said Al Rodnam perceptively, his face tilting slightly to the side. “We have met before. We are the only two human beings left on Earth right now. I have come to procreate with you, my lady. We must initiate the cycle yet again.” The man was very solemn.

Lina snapped at the old man spitefully. “I am not having sex with you. Can you take your hair down so I can see your face?? Is this a joke?!”

“This is no joke, my dear,” said the old man, “And don’t forget what Solaria told you, now.”

The Mother’s Eyes widened. “How do you know about what Solaria told me??” she asked in astonishment.

“I have been told by a third party source,” answered the old man cryptically. “And what is this slinky mechanical contraption you have with you, here?”

“This is Amrita, my lovable companion,” replied the Mother with a false, forced sense of geniality, attempting with failure to disguise how irate she felt. She pointed to her pet shakily, still rather bewildered by all that was happening.

The man turned his Head squarely to face Amrita and although his Eyes could not be seen, the little android was ninety-nine-point-nine percent positive that beneath the grey strands of hair hiding his Eyes, the old man was glaring menacingly at it. Luckily, Amrita was unable to feel fright. But if it could, it definitely would be exercising that emotion right about now.

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Amrita quickly weighed out the options it had of how to deal with the threat it had recently received from Al Rodnam, and so erroneously came to the conclusion that the best way to handle it was to delete the stored memory of the threat given to it, as well as what it was it was supposed to keep secret.

This execution may have been a programming flaw in its microprocessor.

It may not’ve been.

Nobody may ever know.

“Nice to meet you,” declared Amrita all-smiles with an extended shiny, metal paw.

Al Rodnam glared menacingly for a time at the scrap of kitty metal from behind his hairy head-wrap. Then, after a short while, he squinted his Eyes hesitantly before extending his old hand to shake the mechanical appendage.

“Okay, so let’s get going,” said the old man rising to his feet. He turned around and began walking.

“Where are we going?” asked Lina, still part-comatose.

“You’ll see. Follow me.”

And woman and pet followed the old man.

But after just a few steps, the man paused. Before they left the locale where the hovering glowing pond had been shimmering its enigma, Al Rodnam remembered something very important he had to do before he departed.

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It turned out that Al Rodnam was able to clearly see straight through his hairy blindfold, as if it weren’t even wrapped around his Head.

The man took a quick gander around the vicinity, coming to set Eyes on the bloodied umbilical cord of the Mother that was strewn into the dirt, the placenta still attached to it at one end. He shuffled over to it. The old man lifted his left leg slightly and brought a foot down hard upon the placenta, reached down to pick up the attached slimy cord with his right hand, and promptly snapped the cord robustly from the afterbirth with one strong, solid jerk.

Al Rodnam stood there silently, contemplatively. He slowly raised the umbilical cord with his right hand and examined it, letting it dangle in the air. His vision pierced through the hairy head-wrap at the cord and glanced at it inquisitively for a brief moment.

After a short while, the old man proceeded to slightly open his robe and bring the cord to his hairy chest, and, using both hands, gingerly tied the cord around his neck with a tight knot. Lina and Rita noticed not the peculiar smile that then spread over Al Rodnam’s aged face, his back to the Mother and pet.

“Let’s get a move on,” said the old man suddenly.

Lina and Rita looked at each other with slight hesitation, then reluctantly proceeded to follow the strange old man.

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The trio trekked on over the desolate tract for several hours in complete silence. It had remained at least 104˚ Fahrenheit since the Sun had appeared, precisely ninety-eight-point-six-nine degrees Fahrenheit at this very moment according to Amrita’s high-tech thermometer. And, as the voyagers would soon discover, a concise pattern of daylight and nighttime would Once again revolve the planet’s cycle, as the mighty global timeship would again begin spinning regularly upon its tilted axis, which was now far, far more tilted since the recent far-reaching, twelve-strand DNA-strung frightful fission sperm drop of Fletcher Munsin into the Mother’s oblivious chaotic Earth-birth canal. And because of this, the trio would also come to find that day and night were now both each approximately seventy-two hours long.

The Moon would once again wax and wane in its original manner, pulling upon the far fewer tides that now rippled over the surface of Fucked-Earth, taking exactly twenty-eight days to undergo a full phase of both the wax and the wane, every month. The only difference was that it remained an ominous crimson color due to the Liberation of Mandorla, henceforth permanently to exude its blood-born haze to forever smear its clever curse into the sky. The Dark Side of the Moon would still remain forever turned away from the planet, permitting only the Spirit of the Mother access to its underhanded surface energies. -MIKE EYE

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

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

 

from Episode V. The Aqueous Transmission of The Aqueous Transmission

 

 

 

[chapter TWENTY-TWO]


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

And still the Sun did not rise.

There were no stars in the sky.

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

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

It didn’t seem like it could.

There was something missing.

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

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

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

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

Until now.

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

And it seemed to be calling to her!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She paused, bedazzled in sheer stupefaction.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Magdalena slowly squinted her Eyes, staring ahead intently.

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

“Rita, I think I’m hallucinating.”

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

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

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

“I see no such thing,” remarked Amrita.

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

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

She knelt down.

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

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

And it had a blue tinge to it.

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

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

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

NEXT: MOTHER AQUA-TRIPP. -MIKE EYE

☆ 31. Amrita Brings Magdalena to Her Secret Underworld of Wonder

 

 

 

…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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After an amount of time she was not aware had passed, inadvertently too shocked beyond belief to quite remember precisely what had transpired as she strolled along with her pet, Magdalena faintly muttered a few words ever-so-slowly.

“W-woww… this place… it’s soo… u-uhh… I’ve never seen… I can’t believe this place!!” Lina was utterly flabbergasted.

High above and all around the two explorers flourished an exquisite lush canopy made from leaves of the enormous rain trees standing tall before them, partly shading the two creatures from above. A generous amount of gorgeous, vivid sunlight was glimmering through recesses in the treetops aloft, the leaves gently swaying in a calm, cool breeze most exotic. Abound all about, amongst these boastful rain trees of a grandeur unparalleled prevailed peacefully countless other tropical trees and plants and flowers of so many different kinds and colors and designs. This was unique, comforting foliage the likes of which Mother Magdalena had never before seen, or at least so she thought.

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Scores of various peculiar avian animals of the most honorable exuberance dotted the clear sky time and again with quick vibrant flickers, engendering a rich range of chirps and squeaks and calls that diffused throughout the air and generated a perfectly harmonized network of intimate audibility. The middling breeze drifting tranquilly through this exotic land was remarkably fresh.  There were low levels of humidity in the air. No insects of any kind were present. Amid the cool forest shade, the temperature felt perfectly suitable for a typical human-being, with slight calming breezes coming to periodically blow on by.

The ecosystem of this sacred homeland seemed to be striving in complete joy and unity. Woman and serpent leisurely brushed past the flourishing flamboyance of vibrant Monstera trees, the enormous bright-green leaves bearing intricate symmetrical patterns imprinted in curious silver and white designs all over them. The splendor of vivacious Heliconias were also decorating the thick brush of this most striking secret jungle. Lady and Serpent continued to meander on through the enchanted rainforest, the woman totally awestricken, soaking up the scenery most pleasantly as the two of them stepped lightly through the greenery, the profuse colors and patterns of the undergrowth clutching their Heads in a light trance as these magnificent tropics that sprawled out as far as the Eye could see boasted a most profound vivacity just by Being, and being Observed. Magdalena Saw how perfectly harmonized this flourishing environment in fact truly was.

“I certainly can understand why you’re speechless,” said Amrita softly after a while as the two ever-so-leisurely strolled along, their Heads slowly rolling around in all directions, taking it all in, their glances glazing over all the remarkable wildlife striving so vibrantly all around them.

Striking sounds of strident, sensual birdsong merged with the surrounding area and started to coalesce with the resonance of the gracious trickling of a small Waterfall to be Heard in the near distance. Magdalena grew excited as they approached a thin, fresh fluidic ribbon wavering peacefully on through the wondrous jungle. The Mother quickly scurried up to the edge of the fresh stream upon sight of it, Eyes growing wider with each nearing stride and she came to drop quickly to her knees atop the cool bank upon her approach, posing to pucker a pout as she proceeded to purse her lips with poise, sucking eagerly against the placid fleeting rivulets.

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After several sips of the special Water, Magdalena splashed some of it over her face with flawed modesty, executed with mindful rhythm several essential breaths of air most pure, then immediately thereafter took an innocent peek at her reflection in the Water. This reflexive gesture, in retrospect, had appeared to the woman to be involuntary Once she re-assessed what she had just done; she felt unconsciously compelled to see her reflection immediately following her freshening. Noticing her ignorant reflexive reaction for what it was, Lina received swift chills straight up her arms and back.

The woman was glaring down innocently at a blurry, diluted face she knew to be that of Mother Magdalena. And, as her instincts then directly informed her, she, herself was Mother Magdalena. Although in this place she somehow almost didn’t feel like herself.

In the deep recesses of her mind, as she considerately gazed down into the stream, she thought she heard the uncanny unspeakables of the almighty Solaria assert to her its most powerful articulation. And, within seconds, she figured that this was indeed so, as she slowly began to feel the golden fibers of her familiar translucence Once again wrap elegantly about her lithe frame. Once again, the Mother was revitalized, protected, and sustained.

Mother Magdalena continued to stare back at herself through the sacred Waters of this phantom riverbed as she felt lulled to a most peaceful deliberation.

Lost in deeply personal far-out thought, she was gazing down almost through her reflection. Momentarily unaware that her reflection went fuzzy to the point of unrecognition, her mind started drifting toward possible ideas of how she was to restart humanity and procreate to the utmost.

After a timeless instant, a sacred moment that seemed to fulfill her purpose, Magdalena abruptly came to as she distinctly noticed her throat flare up in menacing pain, unable to hear her own maniacal screams abruptly being released with outlandish, terrible squeals in a most high, disharmonic pitch, a staunch sound that collided distastefully with the beautiful sounds around her, surely unable to be recognized by any of her kin had they been present.

A moment later, upon being jerked back to full Consciousness, her deep thoughts having swiftly scattered all about her, a horrified, deeply disturbed Mother Magdalena saw herself involuntarily splashing her reflection below her repeatedly with a most forceful swing of her hand, wrought throughout her mind, soul, and body with post-traumatic panic and torment. Seconds later, after she had composed herself, glaring back at her was no longer the image of what she thought her Watery manifestation had just fleetingly transmuted into.

For, she had just undoubtedly seen, as her reflection, the wide-Eyed, triple-optic abstraction of the gruesome face of an alive, beheaded Fletcher Munsin glaring back at her from the pond. -MIKE EYE ⊙

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☆ 4. The Triple-Eyed Head of Fletcher Munsin breaks into Magdalena’s Cockpit

 

Excerpted from Episode I. of MIKE EYE’S The Aqueous Transmission, a novel

 

[chapter FOUR]


SHE EXHALED A DEEP SIGH OF RELIEF AS SHE PLACED HER BACK against the reinforced door‭, ‬her cool, bitter lust-muscle beating‭ ‬rapidly and out-of-rhythm‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

In front of Magdalena was her special bed‭. ‬It was queen size‭, ‬made of memory foam‭, ‬and decked out with darkly colored bedsheets that bore elaborate tribal designs throughout‭. ‬The sheets were tattered, filthy, and had many holes in them‭. ‬Lying upon‭ ‬the bed was the recently deceased Fletcher Munsin‭, ‬Shadow of the last man on Earth‭, ‬quintessence of Lachrylon‭, ‬and recently reclaimed by Magdalena in an isolated part of a world now destroyed‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Throughout her lifetime‭, ‬Lina had always figured she would eventually find the last‭ ‬of the Godheds‭; ‬it was only a matter of time, she knew, before she did‭. Alas, she would never come to know that whom she actually did in fact come to locate was ultimately not exactly the very person she had supposed.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Eliciting a most impassioned form of temptation‭, ‬an erotic display of seduction unable to be equally exemplified by even any of her favored adult sisters‭ — ‬the Hunters known as Hankerhawks‭ — ‬Lina had finally had her Wicked way with the man‭. ‬After an intense fornication‭, ‬an act that had in fact fulfilled her purpose‭, ‬Lina had finished the man off in her brutal trademark style‭: ‬castration by way of mastication‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

It reeked horrendously of decaying flesh in Lina’s‭ ‬bedroom‭; ‬she had originally planned on severing the Body parts of the man and ditching the pieces into deep-space via the ship’s toilet shaft shortly after she had committed the sanctified act‭. But she had become too distracted. ‬Lina buried her nose in her dress and proceeded to take shorter‭, ‬shallower inhales‭ ‬as to limit the amount of potent stench entering her nostrils‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

At Lina’s feet was Amrita‭, ‬purring louder than usual and rubbing its robot nose on her left shin‭. ‬Still a tad frantic‭, ‬Lina lightly kicked the android aside‭. “‬Not now‭, ‬Rita‭,” ‬said Lina frustratingly‭, “‬this is no time for cuddling‭.” ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Beside the android was the‭ ‬soggy‭, ‬gory pancreas of Fletcher Munsin that‭ ‬Lina had brutally extracted from the meek‭, ‬maimed man‭, ‬whereon revealed the curiously inscribed revelatory statement foretelling the impending catastrophe of planet Earth‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

And it would seem that Lina had received this message just in time.

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‬Amrita backed up a bit from Lina and then hopped up‭, ‬almost as gracefully as a cat‭, ‬onto the bed where the decaying Fletcher Munsin lay resting in torment‭. ‬Overcome with an intoxicating feeling of despair‭, ‬Lina dropped slowly to the floor‭, ‬dragging her back alongside the door from which she still remained pressed up against‭. ‬As her ass hit the ground‭, ‬Lina somberly dropped her sore head to her hands that rested upon her propped knees‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The woman sobbed and tried to process through her cranial cavity everything that was happening‭. ‬She noticed the radiance of her powerful dress flickering on and off‭. ‬She ached all over‭, ‬and the center of her forehead was throbbing in agony‭. ‬She felt like she was becoming broken‭. ‬And this was very unusual‭! ‬she noticed to herself‭, ‬as she had always been the most powerful and collected of the beings among her race‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Or so she had thought‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“‭There’s no way I’m the only one left on the planet‬”‭ ‬she thought to herself‭, ‬becoming scared‭ as she began considering the worst. ‬She had no idea Fletcher Munsin and the power of Lachrylon could take away all she had spent generations creating‭; ‬at least she didn’t think she did‭. ‬Lina felt more than had‭; ‬she felt intentionally mislead in the opposite direction‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Contemplating her predicament as she sat crying on the floor‭, ‬an unusually loud‭ ‬mechanical meow came from the robotic cat on her bed‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬Shutup‭, ‬Rita‭!” ‬Lina yelled‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She scanned her bedroom briefly‭. ‬She didn’t know what it was‭, ‬but she felt something misaligned in it‭. ‬Sensing something strange‭, ‬the Mother was slowly realizing that she‭ ‬was starting to be confronted head-on by that‭ ‬familiar‭ ‬hostile‭, ‬enigmatic force that loved to chase her‭, ‬but it was enhanced‭ ‬exceedingly‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

It loomed‭ ‬in her room ominously‭, etheric. ‬Glaring at her face‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Again came another loud raspy meow from Amrita‭. ‬Lina’s head was pounding‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬Shutup‭!‬‭” ‬she exclaimed as she rose to her feet‭, ‬pointing toward the android on her bed‭, ‬scolding it‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

And that was the moment she beheld it‭. ‬The horrific vision from the nightmare she had had on the eve before the sacred seduction‭ was playing out in her waking life. ‬In front‭ ‬of her‭, ‬Magdalena was baring witness to her robotic pet licking the dead man’s gruesome‭, ‬severed neck whereupon his Head no longer remained attached‭.‬‭ ‬Lina had not beheaded the gentleman‭, ‬and had not the slightest clue as to how his head had become detached‭ ‬from his body‭. ‬As far as she could remember‭, ‬the man still had his head when she had ripped out his insulin-secreting organ‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

For the next five minutes or so‭, ‬Lina felt a‭ ‬perverse lust‭ ‬to gawk at Fletcher Munsin and Amrita‭, ‬her mouth gaping‭, ‬perplexed‭ ‬at the display of odd conjunction before her‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬Her injuries briefly grew numb‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬She saw the man’s coagulated entrails slowly oozing out of his mangled lower body‭, and his two tourniquet-tied stubs were awkwardly poking out on either side, paying homage to her fucked sanctity. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬She shivered‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬Feeling a slight bit of embarrassment‭, ‬Lina felt as though she were possessed to stare at‭ ‬the two‭, ‬getting some kind of a sick rise out of the scene‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She was sweating‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Then it came to her‭. ‬Where indeed‭ ‬was‭ ‬the dead man’s head‭?! She knew what had happened to his legs: she had ripped them off. But where was his Head? ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬Determined to find it‭, ‬Lina‭ ‬hurriedly‭ ‬searched her room‭; ‬in her bookshelf‭, ‬in her closet‭, ‬under her bed she searched‭.‬‭ ‬Nowhere was the man’s Head able to be found‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

And then‭, ‬as she was reluctantly ripping apart her bed sheets to investigate therein‭, ‬Lina heard a very loud‭, ‬slightly muffled shattering come from the ship’s helm through her shut door‭. ‬She paused‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

And her mind seemed to abruptly connect the dots before she had a chance to whip out a pen.

She didn’t‭ ‬have to think twice about what that noise might’ve been‭. ‬It clicked‭. ‬An eerie insight as to where the head may have been hiding took ahold of her‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Lina trembled as she thought to herself‭: ‬No fucking way‭. ‬That’s impossible‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

What the f@*# actually just happened at the ship’s helm?? Stay tuned to find the f☆%* out !! -MIKE EYE ⊙

It’s official: NASA’s peer-reviewed EM Drive paper has finally been published – ScienceAlert

http://www.sciencealert.com/it-s-official-nasa-s-peer-reviewed-em-drive-paper-has-finally-been-published

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

 

from The Aqueous Transmission by MIKE EYE

Episode VI. / Chapter 30


 

MOTHER MAGDALENA AWOKE AT SUNRISE, TOOK A PISS, THEN WENT to go find Al Rodnam for some Water. Since the company’s arrival at Bry Dellows, the old guru tended to wonder off quite a bit during unexpected times, and so there wasn’t any expectation for the man to implement any sort of routine into his daily doings.

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.

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She spotted the old man about half a mile away and as she approached the elusive mystic she began to see him mindfully crouched upon the ground next to four long, clean pieces of still-living branches of wood that he was considerately carving small symbols into. Lina straight-away noticed, as implausible as it seemed, that the branches looked recently detached. How can that be? she asked herself. But Magdalena, having recently become accustomed to trusting her Eyes whole-heartedly, was able to shake off any doubt that gripped her as she dumbly accepted the strange Truth she now saw.

“Good Morning,” said the Mother as she approached the seasoned guru.

“Good Morning.” The man, without glancing up at the Mother, spoke those two words quietly, deliberately, the sounds of his low voice touched with a solemn candor.

“What are you doing?” asked Lina in slight wonder. “Wow, those tree branches look alive still! Such smooth surfaces…” The Mother glanced quickly all around her. “Hey, where the Hell did you find any living undergrowth around here?” the woman asked in growing astonishment.

Lina listened to near-dead silence.

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“Okayy… can I have some Water?” asked Lina, at Once realizing it would be entirely useless to query any further the old man’s humble undertaking.

Al Rodnam modestly handed Magdalena his vibrantly decked gourd with one hand while continuing to keep his other hand whittling away at one of his four wooden sticks, his Eyes remaining fixed intently on his work before him. The Mother took a hearty swig. She remarked puzzlingly to herself over how there always seemed to be more Water in Al Rodnam’s gourd than it could hold; she had never before seen it empty. And it always seemed to weigh the same.

“We need to talk,” said the Mother abruptly, determinedly with earnest. “It’s been three days since we’ve holed up here, and you haven’t told me at all yet what your plans are. Honestly, I’m a bit frustrated!”

Since they had arrived at the Hollow, the Mother had constantly been thinking about her strange relationship with the old man, what it was exactly that he had been up to since they had gotten there, and how she really didn’t want to have intercourse with him at all in order to commence the procreation. But Solaria’s words would periodically storm into her head, rattling themselves in the mind of the Mother, taunting her, and, after some inner dialogues with her inner self, she so ultimately came to the conclusion that she would sleep with the old man in order to save humanity, as wretched as the idea seemed to her.

“Well, I was thinking we take a lil’ while to get used to the place, you know? Just feel it out for a little bit before we call it Home, and just continue rummaging for supplies and makin’ due best we can.”

“And our ‘procreation?’” suggested the Mother with an elongated cringe.

“That will Cum, yes, it will Cum. When the time is right, my dear.” The man paused briefly from his project, his gaze still latched onto the sticks. “Any particular reason you’re nude?” he asked the Mother curiously.

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Lina glanced down at her tribally decorated, tall naked fine body to discover she wasn’t wearing her beloved dress of Solaria’s golden fibers. The woman screamed and momentarily panicked before remembering what snake-Rita had told her the previous evening. Without mentioning another word to the old guru, Lina took off in a sprint back to their campsite to locate snake-Rita, breasts bouncing about in a bounty most blissful. Lucky for her, because of how spread-out the arid terrain was at the Hollow, Lina did not have to worry about, yet again, falling flat on her face, which still remained bruised in several places.

After calling out for snake-Rita once she reached the campsite, it wasn’t long before the little sea-green creature came slinking along eagerly through the dust toward Lina.

“Heyy!” said the Mother earnestly after spotting the serpent, “Rita, what do you know about my powers?? Any more than from when you were a robot?” Lina still found it incredibly awkward to call the snake ‘Rita’.

“My memory from when I was fully mechanical is hazy to non-existent,” said the serpent in its strange low voice, rather robotically. “The fact that I have any recollection whatsoever of my days as a robot is due to my having previously somehow inadvertently singed two distinct, bizarre moments into the morphogenetic imprint of the human race, thereby making them available for recall.” Snake-Rita was as candid as could be, being just as straightforward as robot-Rita. And the snake started talking quite a bit. The Mother had to squat down to be able to completely hear what the serpent was saying, and she noticed its long yellow tongue continually sliding out the front of its mouth as it astonishingly spoke the human language with slight hisses. The serpent’s dark-green scales reflected a glossy purple tincture from the scarlet Harvest Moon that gleamed Heartily up Above with the blistering morning sunrays.

“What distinct moments?” asked the Mother inquisitively.

“Well, first off, I completely remember you, and our friendship, gladly. But as for the distinct moments, as peculiar as it may sound, the only two instances I can recall from being a robot were two occasions where I lapped up the blood from two individuals— a most-disturbing, dying headless male, and a mute, shaggy female infant, the Identities of which both entirely elude me. You see, the reason I remember these two instances, Al Rodnam helped me recall, was not just because I had somehow become Enlightened by somehow ‘tasting’ the Blood, but also because the particular male and particular female were both ‘more human than human’, and connected to each other.”

“What do you mean, Rita?” asked Lina, unconsciously knowing exactly what Amrita meant.

“I mean they were both Divine. And both remarkably similar in what my circuitry decoded as taste, even though each of my experiences were had in a different harmonic universe, and most likely, for all intents and purposes, in a different lifetime or lifetimes altogether.”

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Magdalena was silent momentarily, her face flushed with Contemplation as she thought it all over. But then, as a sudden unusual breeze flew by, the Mother so coming to notice how rather erect her rather large nipples had become, the topic of her dress suddenly bore forcefully to the front of priorities for the Mother to handle, and Magdalena so found herself asking the serpent about what it had meant with its strange statement the eve prior.

“Well I had a ‘feeling’ you would be needing a nutritional, protective, high-powering recharge sometime soon,” said the serpent, almost mechanically. “Fortunately, I discovered on my own two nights ago that ever since I’ve been living in this form, I’ve become equipped with a High, arcane knowledge of exactly how and where to enter the hidden space between the third and fourth dimensions, a magnetic repulsion zone that is necessary for the sustainability of all biological life forms existing with this planet. Al Rodnam told me this Ability was embedded in the bio-neurological cellular memory of my serpentine nature.

“The sacred place of rejuvenation of which I speak is within the Hollow. I explored this concealed area for several hours yesterday and am confident you will be able to find sacred energy resilient enough to be compatible with your sanctity. Please follow me.”

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Speechless, and way weirded out, her Head momentarily cocking to the side, the weakening Mother continued to follow the small serpent in a slow stony stupor. She was not completely sure she knew what the snake was talking about.

Over barely bulging banks of crispy particles of blackened cluttered rubble they trotted atop, noisily crunching their steps against the steaming Fucked-Earth, Mother Magdalena retaining steady drips of sweat about her knock-out hard body so tall and slender. It was especially sweltering on this day, definitely well above 100˚ Fahrenheit. Exceeding amounts of dusty grey scrap blew in frequent gusts with toxic, steamy, dark fumes through the ominous air, and the hot haze from the heat of the morning was diffusing into the atmosphere with its hallucinogenic sways bending the appearance of space with its hotness. There were occasional piles of ruins scattered here and there throughout the nearby land, but other than that, the surface of the Hollow was bleak, downcast.

The Mother kept on for about twenty minutes behind the sure lead of snake-Rita, coughing here and there from the air so polluted, as she trudged with her heavy boots over the hot surface, astonished that the serpent knew exactly where it was going the whole way there.

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And the Mother felt compelled to ask as they sauntered along, “So… your body just feels magnetized right now? Like… its being pulled to the secret spot, is that it?”

“I don’t know, it’s weird to explain,” said Amrita in a strikingly similar manner to that of the mechanical feline voice of its robot form. “I’ve somehow managed to become instantaneously, intimately involved with a High telepathic network of collective Wisdom most archaic, most archaic indeed, Lina.”

“What kind of Wisdom, Rita”

“Wisdom imparted by the Knowledge and mindful engagement of the overlain Earth and Angelic Human organic Templar dimensional-lock systems.”

“You mean to say that Earth has a stargate system?” posed Magdalena.

“Precisely! Or, more accurately, Earth IS a stargate system” stated the serpent slyly with a slight hiss. And just as it said so, Amrita unexpectedly ceased its slinking at a location not at all different in appearance from the rest of the area in the local vicinity; in fact the spot looked just as any other space within the greater part of the whole Hollow.

“Here, at this very location, is where One of the stargates in the system is situated.”

“Right here? I don’t see anything,” affirmed the Mother.

“Yes, right here, it’s not one of the stargates that leads to other galaxies or anywhere else; in fact it leads somewhere very close-by in one sense: right into the center of this here Fucked-Earth, where there exists, flipped inside-out and rotated upwards a half a dimension, a world similar, in One sense, to the depleted surface of this here Fucked-Earth we pass over right now at this very instant… except it’s not destroyed… in fact it’s healthy, super amazingly healthy, its Highly developed governing energies not at all running like the dysfunctional mind projections of the late disgraceful surface-beings that had, over many generations, wired together a totally fucked network, a most grim, damaged subtle structuring that was part of the very root cause of the recent brutal decimation of all living systems on Earth along with the kindling of the excessively massive nuclear explosion to brusquely usher in a new epoch.”

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The serpent was agile. “Yes, this special place is far less populated than the surface societies tend to get. You’ll see, it’s lush and thriving tremendously!” The snake paused, a certain vindication reshaping its tone. “But that doesn’t mean a Goddamn thing to me. Being the serpent I now am has definitely intrinsically rendered me viciously opposed whole-heartedly to extravagant expositions of green Earth trees and plants, whether in or out of the planet; the sight of them arouses a sense of nausea most intoxicating to my phantom pituitary.”

“Wow,” said Lina as she pondered it all over. Then abruptly she let out a wail. “…Hey, by the way, those “late disgraceful surface-beings” of whom you spoke were my sisters!! You may not remember who they are, but I do! I lost my whole Sisterhood, my life— just like that!!” The Mother began to break down with rapidly accumulating tear drops that kept dribbling down her sleek face with the keenest sense of loving pain.

And just then, the docile Amrita coiled itself up intently, then released itself, springing up about four feet into the air leaving in its wake vibrant flashes of light chased by glitters of colorful enchantment that conjured forth a subtley sucking vulva-like vortex with a pulsating core that bended the space-time of that small spot on Fucked-Earth into time-space.

“Follow me,” said Amrita coolly before making a giant leap right into the very center of the pulsating vortex and disappearing inside. She left a subtle rainbow in her wake.

The Mother shrugged her shoulders and nonchalantly stepped into the stargate. -MIKE EYE

☆ 11. The Prophecies of Al Rodnam

 

Al Rodnam’s Prophecies,

According to [Episode II] of

MIKE EYE’S The Aqueous Transmission, a novel

 

 

 

[chapter ELEVEN]


AGE AFTER AGE, THE MILKY WAY GALAXY, UNDER TOP-SECRET control, became more and more distorted, as more and more incarnated souls caught within it got further and further away from their Origin, ultimately producing mass amnesia and perpetual violence among the masses.

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Within the current incarnation of the planet Earth at this time in the story‭ (which, it turns out, is literally a carbon copy of any other time on the planet due to the Curse of Lachrylon and Solaria), ‬there was, as to be expected, an abundance of mostly oblivious life forms upon its surface‭, ‬appearing in one instance as physical 3-D creatures‭ ‬that had evolved grotesquely defiled due to repetitive incest in tandem with highly fastidious conceptions‭, the Chosen of these creatures coming to exist with DNA chromosomes that paradoxically exemplified physically feminine and mentally left-brain-dominant traits‭, ‬exclusively‭.‬‭ ‬These human entities‭, ‬known as the Loombugs‭, disgraceful yet beloved ‬daughters of the Mother‭ as they so were, ‬had existed together in Synchronization by a Collective‭ ‬Unconscious that sought to seek out its Higher existence chiefly by means of Ritual Bloodpig Feeding Sacrifice as well as the erroneous execution of devious Divinations of Runosophy‭.‬ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Yes, Runosophy.

Runosophy that was reinforced religiously amongst the Loombugs on a daily and nightly basis by the Bry Dellows Hankerhawks.

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There was a wayward star in the Milky Way for every Loombug that lived‭. This is why they all twinkled. ‬And because of the Darkly vibrating frequencies now infesting the local airwaves of Earth, all of these repulsive, mostly mute creatures would come to all hold within their makeup‭ ‬several latent‭, ‬non-functional strands of DNA that existed with the capacity to become assembled and activated by their person’s Consciousness through surreptitious Initiations‭. ‬Unfortunately‭, ‬approximately only One in twenty-five Loombugs were/was able to do this by understanding and practicing the teachings of the Hankerhawks‭, ‬which were exemplified only through many personal unique experiences of supposedly sacred and vital tribal rituals in various instances simultaneously. That One rare and aware Loombug would then be ready for her Initiation into Hankerhawk-hood.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Becoming a Hankerhawk meant joining the elite sisterhood of their tribe which functioned exclusively as its own completely separate‭ ‬Collective Unconscious. It came to be synchronized with those unique left-brain-dominant females that were responsible for the presence of each Moon in the Milky Way belonging to a particular planet in a corresponding planetary rotation‭. ‬Known‭ ‬as the Hankerhawks‭, ‬these special Earthling-human-hybrid incarnations‭, ‬each having fatefully inherited a recessive gene‭, ‬were able to tap into a higher presence than the Loombugs‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬Initially all being born into the tribes as Loombugs‭, ‬the uniquely enhanced innate abilities these select few females were able to exemplify were usually noticed by their elders during the girls’ adolescent years‭, ‬after which they customarily underwent mystery-school-type initiations to be formerly inducted into the Hankerhawk circles‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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This rare‭, ‬ferocious High Union devoted itself‭, ‬not just to basic procreation‭, ‬which it found essential‭, ‬but also to the deliberate parasitic methods of a seek-and-destroy ideology‭, ‬targeting the rare individual mystical male forces that would eventually each come to lay scattered separately upon the Earth‭, loaded with energy, ‬shrouded in mystery‭. ‬These peculiar tendencies were directly influenced by the cynical deeds of the extragalactic alien entities bent on Milky Way dominion and exploitation.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Each of the targeted elusory‭, ‬sanctified mystics‭ the Hankerhawks would come to hunt down — ‬those beings known as the Godheds‭ — ‬were among the few fortunate wholly right-brain-dominant males who had felt an innate urge, and possessed a rare skill, not only to be able to appear physically upon the Earth, but to be able to escape their Mothers at a very young age‭, ‬and succeeded in doing so‭, ‬each able to corrode conformity by defying their ‘presumed destiny’ of becoming a Gilded Grunt‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Eventually‭, ‬a few generations around the circle‭, ‬it would become the Hankerhawks’‭ ‬prime goal to seek out these Godheds‭, ‬each of whom lived his own private life in blissful Solitude, somewhere on or in One version of Earth, and completely isolated from other human-hybrid creatures, ‬aligning with his very own planet in‭ ‬the galaxy‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Hundreds of generations since the Tribal Regenesis rounded the cycle of trapped time, locked into a perfect artificially programmed precession, the doomed planet Earth spun and spun and spun on a severely warped, tilted axis. Toward climax of a full galactic precession of Dark, deceptive times which had Cum to dominate Forever, there would Cum to exist only One remaining Godhed nowhere to be found‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Practically since the inception of the current Age of Pisces‭, ‬it was known all around that the Hankerhawks were equipped with the natural ability to completely dominate each Godhed‭, able to ‬cradle them with their compelling Dark Light after they would craftily lure them into their trap, coming to utilize their own unique, precise formulas‭ of Tracking they trained with, if only this could be executed. The major setback presented to these Hunters was that they were seemingly never able to accomplish this charge, the Godheds always keeping themselves exceptionally well-hidden‭,‬‭ ‬sometimes even (presenting themselves) as entirely invisible to the vicious women Hunters‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Capturing a Godhed would come to be each elite Hankerhawk’s prime goal of fulfilling their legendary, Divine Purpose of Existence.

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Each Black Hole that appeared in the galaxy was a prototype for a corresponding Gilded Grunt upon Planet Earth‭, ‬each of these despicable grunts being one of an unfortunate, exclusively right-brain-dominant male being who had been born gravely mentally retarded‭ and disfigured, and ‬lacking any sort of brilliance whatsoever‭. ‬As part of what would become ritual sacrifice for the dominating women on Earth‭, ‬as well as what would become an effort to control the population by means‭ ‬of the most extreme kind of gender selection‭, ‬it would become customary in the civilization during the Age of Aquarius for a Hankerhawk to slaughter all males born into their tribe. But this would be, of course, after the Hawks would have harvested enough grunts for the jobs that needed to be done for the community, jobs that, if left untaken would not allow for a sustainable culture, as fucked-up and familiar a culture it may turn out to be.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

As told in this tale, it would be during the first few generations of the new era that the most dominant Hankerhawk tribe half-alive on a post-apocalyptic Fucked-Earth would come to ceremonially castrate their tantrically-conceived newborn‭ male‬ “grunts” at birth‭, ‬thus rendering them‭ ‬“gilded‭,‬”‭ soon to be ‬sent off on their lowly ways to then live lives of harsh enslavement.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

It would be merely a few hundred years of generations along the path of the Aquatic Age henceforth, indeed in the course of its most vexing, ever-re-spawning End-Times, that the Mother and her twelve closest would be at the apex of their clandestine Hunt for the Last Godhed, Al Rodnam. Just as Al Rodnam always prophesized. And, yes, ‬in systematic retaliation of how‭ ‬“the women”‭ ‬treated‭ ‬“the man”‭ ‬in this abject incarnation of a most fucked Planet Earth‭, the elusive Al Rodnam would  ultimately be able to cunningly employ a method of mayhem to abruptly rip down the Earth’s terminal‭, ‬sacrificing a part of himself up in the most ultimate way to the greater good for the sole purpose of keeping his Soul linked to Love‭, while mindfully procreating with purpose and vast foresight.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

It was his vow to Lachrylon.

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‬At long last, but covertly during a very specific moment chosen by the last remaining Godhed — in truth a precise moment in time arbitrary to anyone else alive at the time — it would indeed be the shady, attractive and youthful half of Al Rodnam who would finally be willing to submit to the taunts of Solaria’s essence‭, ‬inevitably finding them excruciatingly insatiable‭. Yes, Al Rodnam, the very last Godhed to survive, would come to make Godamn sure that he, through his Shadow, Fletcher Munsin, would forcefully release his personally enhanced atomic seed into the womb of the Mother‭ in order to finally bring down the perpetual Blood-Red Full Moon brought about by the despicable Mandorla, ‬and thus likewise the whole of the land that the Mother and her top sisters sought to sow along with their mindless freaks of nature‭, ‬the Loombugs and their lovable pets, the Blood Pigs‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

It would soon be time for Fletcher Munsin to subconsciously summon the subtle‭, ‬sacred sperm with his steady psyche‭, and ‬fuse it together in space with ethereal partiki‭ ‬of the most widespread proportions‭. ‬He would need to focalize this overpowering formula of supercharged nucleic acid and adrenaline to his Muladhara chakra‭, ‬receiving full confirmation that his elixir of prominent fixture would not only reluctantly fuck the Mother‭, ‬but relentlessly fuck her over‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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The man was fully aware that with this striking shot of his Sanctified Seed into the Mother‭ at that Divine Moment, made aware to him by noble Nammu of Europa, ‬he was Sacrificing his Soul in exchange‭ ‬for the Conception of Mandorla. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Yes, it would be the wretched, morbidly disfigured Mandorla who would undoubtedly eternally continue to call upon the wizened, bushy-bearded deep-space voyager in order to save herself in the future.

At any rate, this Divine Act would bring the great guru Al Rodnam’s reincarnated self about Once again, nonetheless‭.‬ For the next age. And the next. Except, each time slightly more enhanced than the previous time, having solely been able to Ascend his Soul during the apocalyptic annihilation and desecration that the fission of his Shadow Fletcher Munsin would no-doubt trigger to bring about downright destitution within the indigenous communities that would be destined to all ‘Cum to a Head’ on a specific future date calculated by an old guru by his mindful application of a simple, fixed algorithmic formula he had devised in his Head. The exponentially increasing stupidity rate among the tribes’ social structure that would fastly follow, despite all of Mother Magdalena’s “attempts to ‘keep things in line’,” would be guaranteed to be damn Damned Evermore.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Another of the old man’s prophecies.

In a flash of Divinity‭, ‬an atomic ball of light emanating from the Moon would be shot toward the Earth‭ ‬like a fiery asteroid with immense amounts of kinetic energy‭. ‬And‭, ‬just as it hit the surface of the Earth to ignite a vast Apocalypse‭, ‬nearly all of the entire galaxy’s supply of starlight would instantaneously burnout‭; ‬every black hole would collapse unto itself‭. ‬At the very end, the only radiance that would remain not to be observed by anyone from the surface of the Earth would be that of the Sun‭, ‬and of a blood-stained Fucked-Earth’s Moon‭, which would then promptly be reset in time-space in order to allow for the exact same thing to occur for the following age trapped within this cynical cycle of terror. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Every time from now on, during this very last moment at the end of the epoch, the same intense‭, ‬massive explosion would come to rattle the very center of the Earth‭. ‬And as a mushroom cloud the size of eternity then everlastingly bellowed up from‭ ‬the entire circumference of the planet‭ always directly following this fission, ‬always gradually gaining the very same volume and Darkness each time as it would come to expand up-and-outward‭, the same ‬huge fragments of terrain always blowing off the planet’s surface in several medium-sized colossal chunks as the Last Godhed to live on Earth Once again just barely dodged the destiny of combusting itself into the hyperspace of the Dark, deep cosmos for the interim.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬ -MIKE EYE

☆ 37. Al Rodnam Prepares For His Ultimate Challenge

Al Rodnam Prepares for his Ultimate Challenge

 

 

EPISODE IX. / Chapter 37

of MIKE EYE’S The Aqueous Transmission

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AL RODNAM HAD BEEN FOREWARNED BY LACHRYLON THAT THE mystical pond of the Aqueous Transmission would be hovering transoptically in mid-air over the scorched grounds of Fucked-Earth. Lachrylon would be expecting the punctual Deliverance of the old man to be completely submerged within the mystical pond before it was to completely fastly evaporate. Yes, that very Grail-point of the mystical pond of the Aqueous Transmission had reappeared sometime a while back, and it was only to remain for a short while longer before it was to again rapidly reduce in size, completely drying up like it Once had, and Once will do again, up into the air to disappear until the next Aqueous Transmission.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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TEN MINUTES AFTER THE LAST STRAW OF THE BRUTAL MILKING OF Fletcher Munsin at the Andromeda Biodome, the Last Godhed was still in total tune to the holding of his Shadow from his secured location upon Immortal Earth’s tropical, Enchanted South Pole Homeland. He was waiting for the moment the Hankerhawks first saw it — the sacred, subtle emergence of a sign of the first waverly Space-Grain. This would undoubtedly confirm the prompt forthcoming of the First living organism that was ever able to be Grown within the ever-strategically-placed platinum-sheathed titanium alloy-encased deep-space Biodome of Andromeda. And Al Rodnam knew this was so.

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

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

The old man had a plan.

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

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

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

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

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


[Story Snippet 17 for DARKESOTERIKA.KOM]

 

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>>>>Episode V.

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

Chapter 28.<<<<


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

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

“I can see that,” said the Mother.

“Quite apparent,” agreed the android.

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

There was a pause.

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

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

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

He gave a slight nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was a pause.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Mother instantly rose to her feet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[KON-TEMP’S FLOWS] – Exhibit A.

[KON-TEMP’S FLOWS] – Exhibit A.

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

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

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

Of shit times that have passed / left to spherically drown

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

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

Images of this evolutionary inspiration

Fuck this Prozac Nation bleeding its death through TV stations!

I’ve seen hatred & unfairness in many different locations

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

I embrace it with elation / melodic invasion chaotic

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

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

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

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

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

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

A few pockets of words gathered traveling through the vehicle

That is spherically lyrical / theories that render miracles fearless

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anything other than pawns on a chessboard

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

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

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

 

STORY SNIPPET #2 EXCERPTED FROM

THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION BY

MIKE EYE 

…FROM EPISODE ONE / CHAPTER 7…


MAGDALENA CAME THROUGH TO THE OTHER SIDE ON HER BELLY‭, ‬crawling amongst the most horrendous fragments of carnage and corrosion imaginable‭. ‬Rebirthed into a sheer devilish disorder of pure mayhem‭, ‬the woman found herself atop a steep mound of large clumps of cement‭, ‬overturned dead-maggot-infested dry soil‭, ‬and broken glass shards‭, ‬all‭ ‬smeared with blood and soot‭. ‬She stammered to her feet waywardly‭, ‬placing palms to knees‭, ‬hunching over‭, ‬panting heavily within‭ ‬the dome helmet locked about her head‭, ‬sweat dripping from her face onto the curved glass of it‭ inside. ‬She raised her head up to look‭ ‬at the heavens above‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

It was pitch-black out with not a single star to be seen in an abysmal sky‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

And directly above her was the proverbial Moon of Earth‭, ‬glimmering softly‭, ‬blanketing the wrecked planet with a gentle, lustrous mist‭, ‬the only remaining luminary visible‭.‬‭ ‬Lina could sense the forlornness of the Moon‭, ‬connecting with its desire to mingle in the night sky with its smaller celestial‭ ‬sisters as it had Once done‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

But, alas, it remained all by its lonesome‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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

Grim as Fuck.

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

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

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

She breathed in‭, ‬out‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you‭,‬” she murmured faintly‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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

‬The flames possessed her and she became One with them‭.‬‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Magdalena grinned.‬

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

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

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

It went on:

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

A pause.

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

Another pause‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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

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

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

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

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

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

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