A QUICK VISIT TO ANDROMEDA

 

 

[CHAPTER TEN]


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

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

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

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

 

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it was no use.

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Then Amrita heard the squeals.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

“I don’t under—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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FEAR INOCULUM

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

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

I always knew it meant something.

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

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

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

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

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MODERN MIRACLES OF METAL MUSIK

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THE EPIK WORLD OF DARK ESOTERIKA

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OF INNER EARTH AND SURFACE EARTH

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Chapter 9


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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

Salient remained silent, still shivering slightly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

And he shook his staff at his Mother.

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

The Legendary Metal Master of Mystery

DARK ESOTERIKA

Hot Summer Dayslike this One usually remind me of havin’ cookouts and journeying through music-filled festival grounds in an appreciative daze.

Even when the festivals I attended were incredibly upbeat and badass as Ozzfest was during the late ‘90’s and early 2000’s. These Ozzfests were definitely more fun and fulfilling than any other day-long concerts I had been to, and always had a winding, topsy-turvy evil circus side-show-type feel to them, a brutal dose of dropped guitar chugs and maniacal war criesalways underlying the spread of expanse setup at each show. The wonderful thingabout these festivals was that, even as a young teen, there was usually a feeling that arose in me, upon frolicking the tents and stages of this hearty world-traveled freak-show entourage, that I wasn’t supposed to be there. Except, in reality, I always knew I really was supposed to be there; this wonderworld of revelatory…

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“NEW TOOL ALBUM.”

 

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

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

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

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

 

 

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THE SACRED SEDUCTION OF THE LAST GODHED’S SHADOW, PART II.

His endocrine system was fully stimulated now as the energies of their activation now pulsed interdimensionally over, around, and through the Biodome of Andromeda. This most spiritual prana surge, in turn, synchronized itself with the Earth way over in the Milky Way. It was laying the foundation for a new, whole, and perfectly harmonious psychelectromagnetic grid network that would flux eternally via macro-quantum entanglement and interact symbiotically with the human psyches present on Earth in bodies to create the Noosphere for the New Age, the prophetic, timeless ‘mind envelope’ of a Higher Collective Unconscious.

Source: #12. THE SACRED SEDUCTION OF THE LAST GODHED’S SHADOW, PART II. FROM THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION BY MIKE EYE

Out Now! Massachusetts’s Emerging Writers: An Anthology of Fiction

 

Greetings to you all! I am pleased to announce that my work is now featured in the just-released latest publication from

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This unique collection of Literary Fiction is Available Now on their website or on Amazon! Please pick up a copy today and support talented local, independent writers! The Z Publishing Team compiled fresh, new work from up-and-coming authors in anthologies for each state, and the one for my state features a chapter from my The Aqueous Transmission, as well as work from other talented emerging writers from Massachusetts.

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Fletcher Munsin’s eyes flew open, and he just laid there on his back from within the metal machine in a state of confused shock, his swirling blurred vision slowly straightening out around the breadth of his Awakening intro-spectacles. The transparent cover of the machine he was in had been left off, and when the man— now Birthing at the pre-fixed ripe age of 33— gained consciousness he shakily began lifting his upper body arise, altogether experiencing for the first time an intense sense of familiarity, shame, and fear as he did so. Those feelings would stay with him endearingly throughout his lifetime. He somehow instinctively knew to then proceed removing the thick tubes jutting out of his back at each chakra point that were attached to the inside of the machine, ripping them out one-by-one from the base upwards, as he Birthed out a new Body that was part-Human, part-Sirian, and part-Divine: the Holy manifest Shadow of Al Rodnam Delivered into live physical form.

Other than Dark autonomous emotions, Fletcher Munsin possessed no memory or recognition of much of anything besides the Knowledge of the English language. He was partly shaken the moment he recognized the super-energized Solar Logos circuits emanating fiercely in pulses from a small slightly yellowish-glowing tree branch that was sitting on a flat surface beside the metal machine. He steadily arose, shaking slightly, taking his time to reach for the little glowing tree branch, knowing intuitively the size of its worth as he could feel its energy amplify more and more intensely with his approach.

platonic-solid-sacred-geometryHe stumbled seven times but soon had the sacred Wood in his right fist and could feel it surging with beaming Super-Solar Wyrd Power. He had just been born but he could already make the mental connection between words and solar energy, and this Wood in his grasp was emanating the perfect union of the two. A wide self-assured grin spread across the handsome face of Fletcher Munsin as he felt the power of this energy humming from its core, recognizing a Language he felt impossibly used to, and he Knew it was because he had somehow Spoken these same Words before. Not aloud, of course, for Fletcher Munsin, for all his grasp on the grammar and phonetics of the English language, seldom Spoke a Word; almost everyone he’s ever known thinks he’s a Mute. It was and will be the same for each of his Incarnations and multiplicities.

Befittingly, it was immediately subsequent to this revelation that Fletcher Munsin noticed the twinkling words floating in a holographic display above the nearby main console of the bunker’s central computer. He stumbled over to them and began reading the floating message with a swelling curiosity:

 

My Child,
My name is Al Rodnam. I both, created you, and are you, at the same time. Call me Father if you like, but that is not what I am to You. My Higher nature encompasses many humanoid Sirian-hybrid beings across many galaxies. You are One of them. The Stargate in front of you leads to One of the Sirius Sectors, and your body is biologically capable of passing through it successfully. Go there to explore where your Soul came from, if you choose, but, beyond the metal door behind you lies a magical, mystical wonderland of true beauty and bliss. It is Agartha, the Inner-Urth, and it is filled with jungles having tropics that couldn’t exist upon its counterpart land: Surface-Urth, the world Above, that is really Below.

 

Reflectively, those Above call this Inner-Urth the Underworld. It is filled with many marvelous mythical creatures of lore, all of which are real and most of which are amiable. But none of which are like You. Human. Except One other that ventures down to this Kingdom from time-to-time with a mysterious High serpent creature, to the magical Pond of Breña, the actual, real Fountain of Youth. She will persuade You to go with her to Surface-Urth, but You must not go with her. If You do, She and Her brethren will fool you into a sick game, torture You, and eventually, Kill You. You must trust me, for You are me.

 

One last thing. I must tell You that I am truly sorry I wasn’t there for your Awakening, and am even more sorry that I won’t be able to join You for several years, unless of course You choose to go up to Surface-Urth with the Lady Magdalena, of which you must not do, in which case, you and I are likely never to meet Face-to-Face. I know you’ll take care of us. ˜Signed, Al Rodnam of Sirius and Urth.

 

It took several long minutes for the gravity of the message’s contents to settle down upon Fletcher Munsin. Unbeknownst to him, for each minute he contemplated, indeed for every minute that went by on Inner-Earth, about a week and a half will have passed up on Surface-Earth; Fletcher Munsin would remain unaware that the passage and keeping of time on Agartha took a far slower pace than its inside-out counterpart.

0588452f9d70e8904107f4834b3c92e8It made no sense to him. He felt angry and addled. Despite his pre-loaded age and Knowledge, Fletcher Munsin was just as naïve about undergoing the Birthing process and its aftermath as any baby being born might be, yet equipped with Insight, and it was overwhelmingly impossible for him to understand what the Hell was really going on, in and around him. Still, just minutes into his new life, the man already had enough wit to ask himself: is this how all humans were born? To wake up cold and alone, plugged to a metal machine in a small place, with all kinds of unrecognizable computer processing equipment strewn about? Do all humans look like me? Are there others similar to me Awakening in the same fashion? If so, how many? Thousands of questions wracked his mind all at Once at an impossible velocity.

But then Fletcher Munsin set his thinking very pensively on his Identity. This “Al Rodnam” had written that he— indeed both he and himself— were Human and Sirian, whatever that meant exactly. His head turned and glared at the massive rune-inscribed stone ring Stargate at the head of the room. A Stargate to Sirius, supposedly. Go there to explore where your Soul came from, the message had read. And I’m supposed to do it alone without any guidance? the man responded to himself silently in resentment and awe. The message said I would have to wait years for you to show yourself. How long is a year? he wondered cluelessly, indeed not having lived yet an hour. Of course, he knew the answer to that question technically speaking— he just had no idea what it meant. Although feeling frightened and insulted that his alleged creator wasn’t there to greet him into the world, and supposedly wouldn’t show for some time, however long of a time it might be, Fletcher Munsin’s body bubbled up with immense excitement as he envisioned what it might be like to travel to his place of origin and discover who he really was.

2a4062c2abb89da5ed1d682dcaa225e9--the-rabbit-rabbit-holeBut Fletcher Munsin also thought of where he currently was. Wow. A happy, magical place, supposedly, just beyond his here birth chamber. Jungles filled with all sorts of exotic creatures. With a Fountain of Youth somewhere— that intrigued him, though he remained young himself. He was also curious about who this Lady Magdalena was. How is it that this alleged creator of mine, this Al Rodnam, claims to know my future? he wondered. Is he me from the future? No— the message had said Al Rodnam had a “higher nature.” But that he was also me. Hmm… The man remained puzzled and frustrated as he tried to process everything that was happening to him. Emotions were strung high, and it Hurt.

As he was considering many different things at once, the man caught sight of what appeared to be a roll of fuzzy grey robes, neatly folded over the arm of a leather couch close-by. He went to retrieve them, and though he grasped the robes in his hands, he could not make out the material. Instinctively, Fletcher Munsin slipped them about his naked frame regardless, tying them together with an attached cord. He noticed right away how mega-soft the robes were and he smiled the first smile of pure contentment in his Life. He also noticed what he wouldn’t recognize to be a pocket knife inside one of the inner-pockets.

acasadodespertartszThen he glanced back at the Gate. Despite how immensely he wanted to travel to his home space sector and investigate his origins, the wondrous appeal of the magical Inner-Earth and its friendly inhabitants dominated his immediate curiosity. I suppose I can always return to this Gated shelter in the future after I’m done exploring the jungles out there, he thought to himself. All I would need to do is mark my passage in the trees along the way somehow, and if good fortune follows me I should be able to find my way back.

So, after retrieving the glowing branch as well as a small hollow gourd laced with a raw-hide strap that had a “Drink Me” label on it, Fletcher Munsin inched his way to the back of the room and up a small flight of stairs, coming to stand still in front of a massive dully-glinting metal door with a retractable top and hefty chain-link threads on either side. On the reinforced wall to the right of the door was a small slightly glowing blue circle in the center of a rectangular pad. Fletcher Munsin reached for the panel and felt around, eventually coming to place one of his fingers directly over the center of the darkly-gleaming blue circle. As he did so, his chest jumped at the sound of a high echoey pop from the ceiling above where he stood, and as he moved his head upward, so went the door, clanking loudly along a treaded frame as it rose upward. The man stepped back, shielding his eyes with his arm at the piercing gleam that shot in through the door from without, the light reacting fiercely with the peculiar twig of magic Wood that lay pocketed within his robes. The light brought a pleasant, dry warmth into the bunker, and Fletcher Munsin, with his arm still over his eyes, eagerly stepped lightly out the door into the rays of a Central Sun, Amrita’s Sun: Alcyone of the Pleides, High Radiant Essence of Solaria and Her Solar Logos.

Fletcher Munsin had made the correct decision to explore this realm first. He convinced himself as much right away if but only because of how amazingly fresh, cool, and clear the air tasted to him. How clean and crisp, he marveled. The intense gleam of the Central Sun he had seen pour into the Stargate Bunker as he stood inside it had totally diminished now that he was outside in it, and his new vision saw a vibrant foreign wilderness on a clear day, with an unbothersome high visibility. He seemed to be getting High off the air, which started to swirl with hues of assorted rainbow shades at varying points of space he saw spread out in the immediate vicinity. The manifest oxymoron himself, this newborn-man, was beholding his first breathtaking panorama of pure “garden-family” ecstasy. He saw nature working perfectly and acquired a perspective of appreciation for the beauty of that nature as he viewed strong diverse signs of it everywhere before him.

 

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The foreground and background both were splattered with every shade of green that existed in the light spectrum, and more, glittering with tinsel-flashes of Sunlight reflection off the epic trees everywhere, whose layers of green blanketed the high tops of the forest canopy in a lush wash of comfort and cool breezes. Monster tree stumps ten-feet wide ripped out of the Earth everywhere Fletcher Munsin could see, and extended upward hundreds of feet. Many different kinds of small animals were hobbling and fluttering and twinkling all around him, and he could feel each one’s energy signatures as different songs being sung to the trees and animals all around them.

He kept on an aimless amble, sure to tie strips of his robes to branches with the pocketknife, and soon came upon a couple of creatures who started singing their songs to him. They appeared to him at first to be two small grazing white ponies, but realized as he got nearer that they were something more. He reached out telepathically, as is his nature, and felt traces of true love serum in the air, having not a clue as to what love serum was or the destructive forces it held. The little creatures were inquisitive and welcoming, remaining still and calm in relaxed positions, fidgeting periodically to enthusiastically lick their furry tails.
“Greetings,” one of them sung telepathically to the man as he approached the two. Its nose was snow-white like its fur, small and wrinkly as it inquired behind two innocent eyes that were set between a long swirly horn projecting from its forehead. “May I ask? What are you?”

Fletcher Munsin felt layers of kind warmth exude off these two unicorns he was engaging, also feeling euphoric as he did so. “I don’t precisely know yet; I’m still trying to figure that out. I was just born, you see?”

“Oh, so you’re a creature of magic as well, are you? You are welcome here around us. We sense no demonic nature in your aura.”

320405-106566Even though Fletcher Munsin instinctively felt he wasn’t evil, it was reassuring to hear the little unicorn telepathically project that impression to him. “Thank You,” he replied with a nod. “You see, I’m searching for something. Would either of you two happen to know the whereabouts of this Fountain of Youth I’ve heard about? Is it real?”

The two cute little grazing unicorns turned to each other and laughed. “Yah, it’s real,” one of them said, “but dangerous. Shadow beings from dark realms occasionally break our natural barriers here and steal vials of the sacred waters of Breña. But us, we purely organic faerie creatures of this realm don’t need rejuvenation from Breña; we, having been returned to Agartha and sealed off from the surface word, have regained a near-immortality status. Yet we remain trapped here.”

“Trapped here?” Fletcher Munsin was confused.

“Yes,” the unicorn replied telepathically. “Many of us from this Land Know about how magnificent the Surface-Earth is, and everything it has to offer. We have seen it with our very eyes Once before, if but briefly. I and my friends, we are adventurers seeking to return to and travel across the Land Above.”

Intrigued, the man mentioned nothing of his order specifically not to do just that, and said “Oh, really? And what does this Surface-Earth have to offer?”

“It has to offer us stewardship, and a chance to redeem ourselves through conscientious karma-cleaning. The world down here may appear stupendous, and in many ways it is, but it also harbors much boredom to us. Besides, we hear that when unicorns lived across Surface-Earth, they had wings and were able to fly. That is what intrigues us the most, for we believe we have a lost heritage to investigate.”

Having only just started to See the diversity sheerly of all the different animals around him here and now, and how they coexisted harmoniously in an Ecosystem throughout the vastness of Land that was sure to extend wide and far, Fletcher Munsin had a difficult time understanding how different worlds could have their own types of appeal and high fascination, having just, himself, started to become fascinated with this One world. Despite the warning from his alleged creator, Surface-Earth was another place other than the worlds in Sirius that Fletcher Munsin wanted to explore, and now he was even more excited about being alive, although he would have to consider everything he did very carefully, of course.

tumblr_static_tumblr_static_filename_640The two glanced at him inquiringly as the man said “Wouldn’t a winged Unicorn be a Pegasus?”

The unicorn was quick to reply. “No— that’s a different species; Pegasi don’t necessarily have horns.”

“Really?” Now the man was engaged. “So, the horn-element of your makeup is very species-driven, is it?”

“Yes, driven by the horn itself.”

Fletcher Munsin, not yet wise enough to chuckle at this statement, was curious about his new companions’ horns very much in fact, and what they could do, but decided to answer their original question before things got out of hand. “Well, I’m from Sirius. But I’ve never been there.”

The two unicorns again turned to each other before one asked, “How can you be from a place you’ve never been to?”

“My thoughts exactly! I was hoping to travel there, but I wanted to explore this land first— it feels so wonderful just to walk around and breathe the air in here. So, you’re able to direct me to this rejuvenating so-called Breña?”

The Unicorns scoffed. “Oh, you seek vitality from the sacred waters, do you, child?”

“I… I’m not sure,” stated Fletcher Munsin. Having just been born, he hadn’t yet thought about death. Or that death was even possible. He wasn’t sure if he would need extra stores of vitality to stay alive.

“We tell you again, friend, it’s dangerous to go there…” The unicorn beside the one giving this warning remained silent and seemed less friendly all of a sudden, and suspicious of Fletcher Munsin. The one speaking went on. “But, if you feel you must go there, cross this here field and walk toward those gigantic boulders in the distance.” The unicorn pointed the direction with its twirly, spiky horn. The Sky had only a few fair-weather clouds in it and was mostly clear, the field of tall-grasses the creature was referring to mostly shady from the thick canopy above and forest walls around it. “Behind them,” it went on, “are several trailheads marked each with a colored sign. Choose the Red one and head down that trail for about two miles. Examine the edges of the trail closely as you go, child, and you will come to a small glyph-littered stone sculpture of a Phoenix that you can communicate with. Become One with the Stone and it will lead you to the Pond from there.”

“Thanks so much!” exclaimed Fletcher Munsin, and reached down to pet the two animals. He bid them adieu and began heading toward the big boulders yonder, a high strut in his step. He came, by and by, to many labeled paths behind them, chose the Red One, and started down it, trusting in what the two flightless unicorns —or were they de-winged Pegasi?— had told him.

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The man, most excited now, and ever in a euphoric state of mind, continued rambling along his peaceful way down the forest trail with no trouble. Not that he was expecting any trouble, for Fletcher Munsin had yet to get into it. He didn’t yet know trouble. He continued cutting small strips of fabric from his robes and tying them tightly around branches of the trees he passed, picking his way for hours along the same path, having no idea how long two miles was, eagerly seeking out the stone sculpture that was said to be somewhere to the side of the trail.

When he eventually spied it out, he paused momentarily to absorb the vitalizing, message-giving energy from the stone totem, which was magnificent and informative. He was told to continue due East for about two miles through the unmarked thick of wild territory. He did so without any difficulty, still tying bits of his robes around the scenery he passed, and eventually spotted the clearing he was searching for.

As he got closer he could hear that someone was moving in the water. He paused with excitement behind the silver trunk of a red-leafed tree, staying a safe distance away, looking on.

onkssxeb.gifWhat he saw there and then will change his life forever. And he would never know that his first sights of a human woman were of the most beautiful woman that ever existed. Her skin was a glowing pitch-black, her limbs ever so slender. She had lively tribal tattoos of many colors all over her body that glowed soft hues of dark bioluminescence, and two huge large stones inside the lobes of each ear. Even while mostly submerged in the mystical pond, which was slowly giving off subtle glints of blue shimmers, Fletcher Munsin could tell that this woman was very tall, as well. Much taller than he was. She was wearing a tiara that looked like a snake, its head reaching out from the woman’s forehead in earnest, and she was bathing herself softly, her arms hugging herself in what appeared to the man to be an unnecessary vain exhibition of her rock-hard body. But, how could that be? he wondered. What could she possibly be getting from it in return? was the question that came to his mind. There’s No One there to suck on this royal eye-candy she’s laying out, no one there to Observe and Receive the sex appeal she’s exuding.

Unless of course there was, and she was aware that someone was watching her.

As soon as Fletcher Munsin had that thought, Magdalena suddenly lifted her head in his direction and he hid as best he could behind the tree he was leaning against, experiencing his first dose of anxiety as he kept quiet, adrenaline starting to secrete inside him, sweat starting to break out on his forehead. Turning his head down on himself as he crouched in hiding, he noticed for the first time what his erection looked like, and he couldn’t understand.

He looked back at the Pond a few seconds later and she was gone. -MIKE EYE

“NEW TOOL ALBUM.”

 

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

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

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

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

 

 

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The Amethyst Amulet of Solaria

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Chapter 5

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

“Indicator of what?” asked the Mother.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

Chapter 4


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Somewhere in the Pleides,” replied Amrita.

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

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

“Hell no!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How can you tell?” asked the Mother.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who am I? How did I get here?

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Chapter 3


 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It is,” said Al Rodnam.

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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The Mindful Manifestation of Fletcher Munsin by MIKE EYE

 

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

 

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

 

 

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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CHAPTER ONE, NEW STORY


 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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