Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Archive for November, 2012

Angels of Eden: Chapter 9

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on November 25, 2012| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 8 . . .

Chapter 9

And so it was that Abel matured alongside his brother Cain. And as the family grew, so too grew the watch of the angels on the every movement of the creation of the image of Divinity that they might understand better how to help those they set themselves in body to assist. By now there were three sets of watches: one to monitor Adam and Eve, one to monitor Cain and Abel, and one that could keep watch as the pairings split up and wandered independent of each other.

One afternoon, between watches of the first and second generations of the Lord’s creation, Gendlebleth and Harenethian began walking back to the overlook after being relieved of their watch by Tartantuan and Kleshala. Coming to the overlook, Gendlebleth noticed Antagnous weeping at the top of the hill while watching the home of Adam and Eve down below. Reflecting for a moment on his own meditations of sadness to be apart from himself, and for discovering causing a living entity pain before violently destroying its life. He had decided to name these emotions once he had killed the rabbit, for in that moment he had seen for the first time death, and experiencing it directly, knew what it was; the emotion, therefore, he decided aught to be named by what created it “saw death.” Recognizing almost the exact same emotion in Antagnous gazing seemingly absently toward the dwelling of Divinity’s great creation below, he felt an impulse to do anything that Antagnous’ pain may even for a moment be distracted from. With this in his mind and heart, he turned back from where he had come and set himself in the direction of the uncultivated field below.

Once reaching the field, Gendlebleth began to gather crocuses and lilies growing wild. He found flowers were beautiful with all the color in their different forms, and they did not scream with pain when they were separated from their source of life. Flowers were always pleasant in every circumstance, and they made him happy when he spent time with them, sitting amongst them, and smelling their scent of reproduction that attracted the creatures that facilitated their continued existence. Reflecting on what brought brief and subtle solace to his own inextricable torment, he thought perhaps the gesture of offering flowers to Antagnous might even for a moment distract her from her own necessary torment.

At the other side of the field Tanalan and Tritictus did not at first see Gendlebleth picking flowers in the high, thick foliage of the large, open field. All they saw was The Created dissolving into same said high, thick flora. And Cain was already far too close to be offered any kind of distraction by the time he was practically upon Gendlebleth; they merely looked at each other, shaking their heads from side to side, and thinking the exact same quandary on future’s affect as they watched the child grow to the inevitability of stumbling upon their friend.

At first, at seeing his back, Cain supposed he must have met his father in this field, for he could fathom no other explanation. As Gendlebleth’s face turned to meet the rustling behind him, both were startled for their respective perceptions of what they hadn’t anticipated finding when they had entered amongst the grass and flowers; each other.

Gendlebleth was at a loss for words, so spoke first the boy excited in his confusion, “Who are you?”

Gendlebleth paused for a moment to think as quickly as he could before responding with the first thought that came to mind that sounded at all reasonable, “I am a man.”

Cain stared inquisitively. “There’s only one man, my father. He was created the only man. You look like a man, but my father is the only man. You must be lying. I must tell my father what I have seen.”

“No wait!” Gendlebleth’s mind reeled at the possible ramifications of the family knowing of the existence of his kind. “I will tell you the truth. I am a messenger from your Creator.”

“What do you mean?” spoke Cain.

“Our Common All-Creator created our kind outside of the physical existence as you know it that we may be for It alone. When Man and Living, your parents, were created, some of us chose to serve the Divinity in you rather than the Direct Divinity thinking that life would go harder for you without our help.”

“What did any of that mean?” asked Cain. “What have you done for us so far?”

“Well,” continued Gendlebleth, “for starters we made your parents their first garments of clothing . . . But it might be more helpful just now if I didn’t tell you too much about us. And until you’ve had more experience existing in Our Creator’s Infinitence, knowing the service to That Which Created you in Her Image I think won’t be an easy notion for you to grasp.

“I’ll make with you a covenant: if you don’t tell your parents or your brother that you met me, and if you don’t share with them more about Our Creator than they already know, I’ll meet with you here once every seven days to tell you something of What Created Us, and how my kind came to exist in aspect as humanity that we might serve you as best we can.”

“You want me to lie to my parents?” As Cain uttered these words Tanalan smacked her palm against her forehead as she anticipated Gendlebleth’s next utterances.

“If you find no intrinsic harm in not telling them about me and my kind, I ask you to keep my existence to yourself. And if you feel an intrinsic good will be done by informing them of what they do not know, you must follow that impulse instead. I ask merely that you consider more good may be done just now of not informing them of what they do not now know.”

“You speak complicated, but I don’t feel bad right now about what you’re asking me, which I think is what you mean. You promise to tell me more about you though?”

“My word is my oath.” spoke Gendlebleth.

“Okay then. How many of you are there anyway?”

“I’ll answer this one question now, but then I must be on my way . . .” And Gendlebleth attempted to answer the boy’s question before leaving him puzzled in the field.

 .  .  .

He walked past Tanalan and Tritictus, crocuses and lilies in hand, without uttering a word as they stared at their friend walking past. They stood their post watching after their charge as their minds stood dumbfounded by what had come to pass.

Coming to the top of the overlook, Gendlebleth extended his hand holding the flowers out to Antagnous as the rest of the tribe closed in around him that they might all share a long discussion of what had and might come to pass that night.

Read Full Post »

Angels of Eden: Chapter 8

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on November 17, 2012| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 8

After answering a handful of questions posed by the others as to how rain was made, Taranzael explained that it was time for them to leave with the likeness-creatures since the likeness-creatures were no longer to be allowed in The Garden. It took the flaming sword it held, and released it in the middle of the path leading to The Tree of Life. Shortly after he did so, a sprinkle of light rain and mist accompanied other Cherubs who came also to guard The Garden.

“All right all bodies assigned to half of ourselves, we have work to do that has nothing to do with where we cannot be for now. Let us start toward where the male and female have gone, being careful not to reveal our presences until they are ready, for they may be confused that we exist and want something of us that we should not give. Let us walk in their path and create for ourselves a circumstance by which we can be of help and service.” And with that they began walking toward the East.

Antagnous, Beatrica, and Gendlebleth worked together to fashion garments for the man and woman and left them by their sides to find when they awakened. The man and woman gave thanks to that which had created them for giving them warmth even after they had been evicted from where they began. Antagnous, Beatrica, and Gendlebelth also fashioned garments for themselves, and taught the others how to make simple garments.

Those who had chosen to become as the man and woman so as to serve them made a camp on a hilltop high above where the man and woman eventually chose to settle and create for themselves a shelter. Two of the embodied angels would watch closer to where Man and Living resided, and then pass the details of their day-to-day existence to the others; in this way the couple was always watched and the group who had chosen embodiment to serve the creation of The Creator were made aware of the progress of humanity at all times without intruding upon them. Gendlebleth was grateful that the red from the blood that had dyed the pelt of the first rabbit brought out the color in the eyes of she called “Living.”

Not much time had passed before news had reached the tribe of angels that Eve’s belly was growing. As Eve’s belly grew, so too did Antagnous’. About a week before Eve gave birth, Antagnous had a daughter. Lousitous marveled at the life he had created from the moment of his greatest pain and shame. They understood it as a sign of intent from On High that the daughter of these angels different in being had skin as red as glowing embers. They understood before the development of human society that her skin would mark her as different from all other humans, and likewise from angels, that it would be all but impossible for her to have a direct hand in the lives of humanity, as well serve as an ever-present reminder to the angels themselves against self-betrayal no matter how great the impulse.

The child’s birth informed the angels what to expect in making sure Eve’s first birth went smoothly. Adam awoke next to the river to find a particularly porous garment floating amidst the reeds two days prior to his son’s birth; he was inspired to have enough water on-hand accordingly.

Likewise, the angels had a basic knowledge that the taking-care of the child was a highly intuitive matter, and that feeding the new-born would not be something they’d have to somehow inform the living creations to accomplish. The angels watched in pride in their Creator’s creation as Adam arose to the challenge of invention as discomforts of cold, hunger, and the growth of his child and well-being of his wife motivated him to create in the image of what needed to exist for their continued experiencing of existence. And Eve as well invented and innovated where he did not that they would enjoy and thrive amidst the creative existence they had been made to embody.

Not long after his birth, Eve had named their son Cain. The angels saw that this name was a good name. They had been undecided whether or not to name the daughter of Antagnous and Lousitous up to this time, and decided it would be best to name her in emulation of Living and her husband that they might better understand this creation from on high, and so better serve them. After a long discussion amongst the group, they decide on Casarta with the meaning of “the way of letting existence show its purpose as it unfolded.” Since they had never existed before, nor created life theirselves, this seemed to be the most appropriate indicator to attach to what to them was a being in most ways wholly unknown.

And so the angels took cues from the pair and their creations as to how their own tribe developed; rather quickly they found themselves pondering over the question of how they would educate the begotten daughter’s existence as they found her becoming the daughter of the tribe itself and all partook of raising a creature they had never considered could exist before they, themselves had decided to exist as they currently did. It was not long after watching the birth of the son and the birth of their daughter that they’d notice that Eve’s belly again began to grow.

Casarta was about two years old when the third new pierce of silence cut the quiet air of night with a cry from a being capable of consciousness who had not existed before. Listening at the window of the once-again parents, Versbethjian’s face turned to horror to hear the short conversation carried on the wind into her ear. She left Larthagen alone as she ran to the top of the hill to send the next two watchers sooner than expected, and to share the news with the rest of the tribe.

“She named him what?! No, no. That can’t be!”

“It’s true sir. They discussed it at some length and repeated it several times. They seemed to think it reflected the truth of considering meaning when one is existent, and thought that it would serve as a reminder to him as to the nature of reality and the joy that would be accessible to him once he transcended considering the ‘why’ of his existence.”

“Be that as it may,” up spoke Luciferous, “You all know how She regards the word. It is wise we are wary of the ramifications of thoughts’ power to create that spoken as the law created by It’s own ‘Lips’ alone. Naming one’s child ‘Emptiness’ cannot bode well, no matter how noble the intent . . .”

Read Full Post »

Angels of Eden: Chapter 7

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on November 11, 2012| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 7

Taranzael slowed the enjoyment of himself before speaking to the crowd before her; the mist surrounding him thinned accordingly and mostly burned off by the heat of the sun. “I have come to inhibit the image-creation from returning as per the will of Whom We Serve. They have given unto I this sword by which flame none shall be allowed again entrance to this place designed that no work be needed for the continued existence of those with knowledge of Our Omni-Common Divinity. Because I will sit here with my legs like the creature “lion” as though ever upon a chair, in all Her wisdom have I, along with my brethren who shall be arriving shortly, been named “Cherub.”

Jallastinkedin asked the first question to come initially to all of them as they heard this kindred messenger from on high speak, “She made your body capable of knowing itself?”

“Well,” answered Taranzael, “she’d prefer we be happy while we’re working . . .”

As Taranzael was answering the question put to her by half of her friend, Randolfy walked up with the flayed body of a rabbit in one hand and its pelt in the other. He looked Taranzael up and down as he walked up next to his friend holding the sword of flame; walking up to Taranzael, mostly he was looking down. “OK, Aleph, They’re giving bodies to everyone now? And Bet, y’all get to have that kind of fun while we’re looking down the long cylindrical tube of thousands of years of work in the hopes that just maybe we ever get to see the other set of our own genitalia again? He’s got some sense of humor all right . . .” As he was remarking upon Taranzael’s self-enjoyment, a scent wafted up into his nostrils.

Subtle, yet with the power to make his mouth create excess water-stuff and his stomach tighten in anticipation, Randolfy looked down to where the scent seemed to be coming from. What he noticed was that the half of the de-furred bunny closest to the sword Taranzael was carrying appeared different in color to the rest of the bunny. He held the half-cooked lagomorph up to his face to closer examination, the bunny’s de-skinned foot just in front of his mouth, when Gendlebleth spoke up, “Wait!”

“Let me.”

Randolfy looked and Gendlebleth, then looked at Luciferous, “Sir?”

“If Gendlebleth wishes to be the first to find out if it tastes as good as it smells, it should be he to take the risks upon himself if such is his desire.”

Randolfy held the warm partly-seared body toward Gendlebleth.

Gedlbleth took its body by the neck and spoke that everyone present may hear, “If our bodies may be satisfied and fortified by taking life and raising its temperature to become something we can consume, then death is not merely a curse to all who behold it, nor may be every instance of stopping a life. I feel great pain, and will most likely continue to feel great pain, for having caused all the suffering to this creature I did when it could breathe. Whatever the result of the processes done to it in relation to how I may use it it now, this being once with life and now something changed is a great blessing to me and to us all for teaching us about the sacredness of life and what can be made of it.” With that said, Gendlebleth held the raw half of the bunny in one hand, and raised the cooked half to his mouth where he took a large bite from the still warm, seared flesh.

He chewed, he swallowed, he spoke, “It tastes like a blessing I have taken this creatures life.” He held the remains of the rabbit to Luciferous. As Luciferous took the meat in hand, Gendlebleth fainted.

Luciferous smelled the cooked meat, then held it to Randolfy; Antagnous ran to where Gendlebleth had fallen to make sure that no harm had come to him. Luciferous spoke to Randolfy, “Randolfy, as you have done the work responsible for separating skin from body, and discovered the effect of heat in transmuting its form more into one suitable for our sustenance, you may have of this creature all you want, though I recommend you heat the other half as this half that has been heated first.

Randolfy looked with sympathy at his fallen friend being tended to by Antagnous. He took the body of the bunny from Luciferous and brought it in proximity with the sword held by Taranzael. As he let the rest of the body slowly roast, he inquired of his friend, “So did she embody anyone else who stayed to be able to have as good a time after we left?”

Read Full Post »

Angels of Eden: Chapter 6

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on November 4, 2012| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 6

Lousitous and Antagnous slept comforted by the message given to them from themselves, delivered by Luciferous. They were warm and behaved as siblings who knew a secret of experience they could not share with others; even if another knew their story anyway.

In the morning, after the mists had begun to disperse, Luciferous called a meeting among them.

“Now that we are here, we ought to order our thoughts together that we may be able to assist our charge as we have set ourselves to do. Believing that they set themselves against the God that created them to be even as they are now, what is best that we ease their sufferings and point them toward truth?”

Gendlebleth stepped forward and spoke, “They must be freezing out there, let us make for them something to keep them warm. This way, perhaps, they will not loathe that which created them, thinking that despite what they think Divinity thinks of them, Divinity still wishes them some comfort in their existence.”

“You mean a covering, like the fig leaves, but warmer, like the coat of an animal?”

“Yes sir, let us fashion for them a covering for their covering which was created so exposed and vulnerable; something like the creature called “bear,” perhaps . . .”

“I like your thought Gendlebleth, but how do you propose we create this outer-covering for them?”

“Well, sir, we could use the outer-covering of a creature or several we use as meals. Once the animals outer-coverings blood is washed off and dried it should be a simple matter to put the outer-coverings together to form something for them to wear over their vulnerable skin . . .”

“Gendlebleth, are you suggesting we consume a living creature into ourselves rather than taking our nourishment from the fruits of the trees?” Luciferous’ face began to contort slightly with concern.

“Well, yes sir. The Host sent forth the people creatures from the garden. If we are to follow them, it may be we too will not be able to return, and thus must find some form of nutrient intake to maintain our facade of humanity while watching over them. There may be flora to eat, but I would definitely suggest it may well be a matter of survival to eat things that eat what we cannot eat so that we may maintain our own flesh as we experience so that we may understand their experience. While they create from the ground, eating what eats those things they cannot may well be survival for them as they await harvests they have not yet planted so as to reap.”

“But Gendlebleth,” Luciferous nodded his head gravely as he pondered his friend’s words, “What will become of the creatures as we consume them? What becomes of them when we are left with their skins? Will they not shout loudly inside of us after we have chewed them? Will they not feel great pain as we rip chunks of them off from their greater part so that we can fit them inside of us without making our throats feel the discomfort of trying to stretch further than they can?”

As he uttered this, a rabbit hopped right next to Gendlebleth’s foot. Luciferous stopped speaking as he and Gendlebleth looked at the bunny srunching its nose in the warmth of the sun beside where Gendlebleth stood. Luciferous felt a knot of tension in his abdomen as Gendlebleth reached down and picked up the bunny by the back of its neck. He held it before his face, looking at it in the eye, before turning his eyes to Luciferous, “Sir, there is only one way to know for certain.”

Luciferous felt a natural repugnance as Gendlebelth brought the bunny closer to his face. With his free hand he lightly took hold of the rabbit’s paw. He brought the foot into his mouth, and bit down hard. The bunny made a very audible high-pitched sound and began squirming uncontrollably. “The fur definitely isn’t good for eating sir, it will be much better for clothing.” He eyed a jagged stone on the ground close by next to a small boulder. He stepped toward, and bent down to pick up the stone.

“Gendlbleth! You’ve caused that poor creature much pain. Look how it bleeds from its foot. Let it go now, don’t you feel the intrinsic wrong you’re causing to it? What are you doing now?”

Gendlebleth took the jagged stone in his hand as he pressed the rabbit down on its back against the boulder. He placed the jagged stone to its neck right above its chest, and started applying pressure with the stone as he answered Luciferous, “If it cannot be bitten into directly, and I wish first to take its fur for the humans, I figure I’ll just remove its fur first before trying to eat it.” And again the bunny convulsed with all that its body could muster under Gendlebleth’s grip around its neck. As the jagged stone began cutting into its chest, it’s hind legs thumped wildly into the open air to no avail. Its squeal made all in the party squirm, while before some were still resting, now all were awake and staring at the commotion.

As red started to show through the white of the fur on the rabbit’s chest, Luciferous began to scream, “Stop it Gendlebleth! How can you force so much pain on this beautiful creature of Our Common Creator? You’re torturing it! Stop rising in it pain more and more even worse than we all have felt at the loss of our own halves of beings!”

Gendlebleth’s face turned red as he looked at the pain the rabbit was in whose throat he held in his hand, the eyes of the rabbit staring helplessly into his own. He suddenly roared as he grabbed the rabbit by its neck and smashed it as hard as he could against the boulder. The rabbit did not move.

He held it up by its neck, and it hung limp in his grasp, unstirring. He looked over to Luciferous whose face was as though paralyzed in disbelief, horror-stricken. “I wanted it to stop being in pain,” he began averting his gaze from his friend as he muttered almost inaudibly toward Luciferous’ face. “I didn’t know it would stop it.”

“No, Gendlebleth, none of us knew it would just stop. Nor did we know what pain it would feel. But you could have just put it down when you saw it wasn’t happy . . .”

“I just wanted its pain to stop Luciferous. I was so embarrassed by what I’d been doing to it. I just wanted its pain to stop.” He laid the bunny down atop the boulder as he began weeping uncontrollably.

“Randolfy. Please pick up the bunny and the ragged stone and carefully try to remove its fur part from whatever is under its fur part please.” Randolfy did as Luciferous asked as Luciferous walked over to Gendlebleth who seemed now bent on hiding his eyes from the sun as falls of tears fell off the hand he held to his eyes. “Gendlebleth, the sun sees you clearly as do us all, it is no good trying to hide.”

“You don’t understand Luciferous,” he choked on each word he spoke, “it hurts to see the Love that created me after what I just caused to any of Its creation. Gendleneth would hate me fully with all her being had she known how I harmed Our Common Creator’s own flesh with my own hand. How ever can I return to myself after the harm I have caused this day?”

Luciferous’ admonition turned to pity as he rested his hand on the shoulder of his friend, “I do believe that Gendleneth already has forgiven you, such is your nature. If you strive with yourself never again to cause such harm, what pain is caused now to our Common Creator? And apparently, if we are to cloth our charge, we must take, in this moment in time, the breath of life from these creatures that are not aware of life and death as we must be aware of them now. We will invent our life from the ground so that we can stop suffering by our own hand that we might teach these new creatures not to harm themselves by their own, but while we wait for harvests and inventions that we may harm life no more, it seems necessity states we remove several lesser-conscious lives that both they may be not so uncomfortable, and also that we too might be clothed that we are discomforted as long as our time must allow; that we may not look with eyes akin to Lousitous at our sisters, and they with eyes akin to Antagnous at us. From this day, when we take the life of these creatures for our own, may we do it quickly and learn the ways to cause them the least pain possible that they may pass through their existence without discomfort caused by us.”

As Luciferous uttered this proclamation against harm to his siblings-in-kind, the angel Taranzael’s shadow appeared above them as he lowered himself into their midst from on high.

As Taranzael came to the ground, it looked out at those he had known before embodiment had come to them all. He wondered at her ability to discern identity of the faces staring at it despite human visage and the odd sensing that they were all only half of themselves.

In turn, they marveled at Taranzael’s genitalia.

Read Full Post »