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Chronicles of the Angels of Eden: Chapter 26

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on April 28, 2013| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 25 . . .

Chapter 26

The next day the inn-keeper brought Enoch to a stable where he could find steady work cleaning up after the horses in order to pay his way for the time he decided to stay in the community. After a month or so of living in Nod, he heard the inn-keeper discuss his son-in-law Cain one night.

“Forgive me,” interrupted Enoch, “but did you just speak of Cain, son of the first man existent?”

The inn-keeper gave Enoch a queer stare as was often the case when Enoch spoke, “I don’t know about first man existent, we can count humanity’s roots back thousands of years, but I do have a son-in-law who lives a short distance from here . . .”

Enoch ignored the absurdity of the inn-keeper’s notion that anything had existed even a thousand years before, let alone several thousand. He motioned the inn-keeper to bring his ear closer to his own face before asking, “Do you happen to know if Cain has done anything in his past of which he might be deeply regretful?”

The inn-keeper stood upright quickly, looked deeply into Enoch’s eyes, and nodded his head gravely.

“Do you happen to know,” inquired Dedicated, “is Cain, brother of Abel, still alive?

.  .  .

Enoch was very surprised to learn that an entire village shared his name, and that Cain’s son had been given also the same name he had been given. He journeyed to the city of Enoch as quickly as his legs would allow to seek out his cousin and great, great, great, great uncle. Following closely behind him since he had left the land East of Eden, through Nod, and now to the city of Dedicated, were Childreth, Kakarnan, Randolfy, and Lemisslept.

Quick on their feet, the four angels following behind Dedicated improvised stories about being wanderers from other lands as they marveled, and were quite confused, that humans existed other places than where they had observed the descendents of the the first man and first woman they witnessed being created. They were shocked to perceive adam living independently from the creation of the first pair they were given to know about. Such revelation made them question their own existences. They tried to push these growing concerns to the backs of their minds, however, as they were determined to follow through on their current mission to keep track of Enoch, descendent of Placed.

It was on the outskirts of the city of Enoch that they were greeted warmly by Taolith and Gendlebleth, who were just leaving the city as their watch was coming to an end. “Go with Gendlebleth, brothers,” Taolith smiled warmly upon them after formal greetings came to an end, “I will tell those on active watch to monitor Enoch as he seeks Enoch. The others will have much to tell you of the past several hundred years, and what wonders our daughter-sister Casarta has the capability of . . .”

With that, they were led to the encampment of the angels who had followed after Created.

.  .  .

At the door of the home of Cain, Enoch knocked. A young-looking man with a scar on his forehead answered the door and greeted Enoch, “Hello. How may I help you?”

“Good afternoon sir,” began Dedicated, “I am looking for Created, son of Man and Living, who I have been told lives at this house. Have I come here in error?”

Cain paused for a moment before responding, “It is not wide knowledge in this land the name of my parents, stranger. Who would like to find the man named by his parents Created?”

Enoch looked hard at Cain before continuing, “How is this possible? You look so young. You cannot be the Created who slew his brother Emptiness over nine hundred years ago!

“Forgive me. I am the great, great, great grandson of Appointed, brother of Created and Emptiness, who knew neither of these brothers, for both were no longer within his father’s house at the time of his birth. . .”

Now it was Cain who was looking hard at Dedicated before responding, “You mean to say that my father had a son, Seth, and that you are his descendent?”

“Yes, sir. I am your great, great, great, great nephew, Enoch.”

“Then no wonder you are confused by my appearance. In point of fact, you are not the first who has been, and frankly even I am deeply troubled that my own son looks older than I do by hundreds of years. Please come in, perhaps you would like to meet my first-born son, who shares your name? He was about to leave, but I doubt he will want to miss conversation with a distant cousin from a life I left behind me long ago. . .”

With that, Dedicated entered the home of Created.

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Chronicles of the Angels of Eden: Chapter 25

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on April 20, 2013| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 23 . . .

Chapter 25

In the cool of the night, Dedicated saw with his eyes by the light of the moon, and considered briefly that by the automated actualization of creation put forth by the creation of Man, so would eyes ever exist by which to see exactly the same. Though ever the eyes would see ever different, there was nothing else, after all, to see. Knowing, in the silence of the night, by moon and chirp of cricket that that which he would ask of anything saw fully through his own ears and eyes, he understood the continuity of life as it would always be through bodies before death, and walked fully in the knowledge of what one could appreciate about the fullness of Divinity should one choose to look inward.

As he walked, so he saw the days of his life pass before his eyes. Days turned into nights. He walked from forest to dwelling to the riverside, each placement shifting by the next motion of his stride. Before thought could rise without his desire for its presence as he wished himself always mindful of That Which Created All Existence Indiscriminate, he would answer his body’s calls that spoke without thought. He would feed himself, purge himself, join in unity with the flesh housing the same spark of Creation’s Perceptions as saw too through him, and father the children that resulted accordingly; answer the needs of his wife as he walked through the life that he enjoyed as he was himself the tool by which it was created. And as the incarnated angels watched over the direct descendents of Adam, so too did they watch, in wonder, the life of Enoch.

When he Enoch was 363 years old, he had a conversation with his wife. “I have known myself as fully as my mind can conceive, though know that I have not walked as far as my legs can take me. Will you forgive me, Yofi Meikhil Aish Eloki, if I should explore Divinity’s existence beyond what I have known, unfortunately outside of the Grace of your voice should you do the air the honor of calling to me?”

“Husband, our children are old enough to walk without much need for us at present, and I am presently not carrying a child who would miss having a father upon light first touching its eyes. Though I will miss your warmth at night, I know that you crave every bit of experience your existence might allow as you understand it, and cannot stand in the path you walk while existence blesses me with The Love of The Light even without the beauty of your face showing me most of the life I have spent my time being grateful for. I will look forward to the returning of you who is Dedicated ever to walking with That Which Has Created Us All.”

With that, Enoch began to walk toward the Sun at daybreak.

.  .  .

Months later of wandering, Enoch wondered after the sight far below him and the hill on which he now stood. Catching his breath and resigning himself to what he was seeing, he continued walking. Several hours later, he found himself in an inn in the town of Nod.

The balding, white-haired inn-keeper greeted Enoch with a smile as Enoch walked through the door and sat down at the bar. “Looks like you’ve been on a bit of a journey, lad. Help you to a drink?”

Enoch blinked at the old man in his strange-looking clothing, “I could use some water, though I have no way at present to reciprocate your kindness save for the many dried berries I am currently carrying.”

“Well, berries won’t get ya a cup of wine, but water’s on the house. If you have a story to share of your journeys, however, that might be worth a cup of intoxicant from the blood of the fruit of the vine . . .”

Enoch drank gratefully from the cup handed to him as he told a simple tale to the inn-keeper, “I’ve walked that I might know of the creations of God all I can before I meet the same fate as he who was first-born to existence 55 years ago.”

“Come again?” The inn-keeper was confused by what Enoch had said.

“Adam, the first man to exist, he died 55 years ago or so, and I wish to know what I can of existence if what happened to him is what will one day happen to my own body.”

“I don’t know about who was the first man ever born upon this Earth,” responded the inn-keeper, “but I can respect a man living his life to its fullest before dropping dead. What have you learned of God from your journeys stranger?”

“That it is through our own eyes It watches, and that it calls Itself by our own names.”

The inn-keeper stared at Dedicated for a moment, recognized something in his eyes, took a deep gulp, poured Enoch a cup of wine, and passed it to him. “If you speak no more of your journeys this night, you can have another on the house!”

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Angeles of Eden Chronicles: Chapter 24

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on April 13, 2013| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 21 . . .

Chapter 24

Enoch led a gifted life. Having a town named after him earned him the respect of all who lived there and those who even were merely passing through. Honored, though he was to be glorified by the place of his existence by those who existed there, so too was he humbled by his father who had dedicated his life to the existence of others even long before he had been introduced to the light of the sun, or tasted the air without which he could not imagine being. All the more humbling the shadow of his father fell upon him that he should dedicate his life to others where once his father had taken the life of his own brother in vein. As he learned to till the soil and plant his seed, Dedicated embraced the reality that while the work of his hands led to his own sustenance, beyond the sustenance of his family, others too benefited from what he grew. As he wiped the dirt from his hands he understood fully his father’s sadness that where once the earth sang to him as though to her intimate lover, because of his betrayal to those whom he was commanded from on high to feed, so he was cursed to live a life limited in what he could provide those around him. As he understood the work of his own hands, he understood that his father had Dedicated his own life to never wander crippled to his own purpose for existence as his father had crippled himself.

Likewise, Cain smiled brightly the first time he saw his son attempt to lift a hoe when he was little more than two years old. All the more proud of his son when he was to taste the fruits of Enoch’s first harvest nine years later.

Then came the day, 21 years after his son was born, so was born to Dedicated City Has Witnessed. For when Enoch had discussed with his wife, they decided that as he perceived what his own life would be, Irad would decide his own course based on what the city of Dedicated had become. In this name they had affirmed that if the good his father had attempted to sew in Enoch were to live on, so it would be solidified in what their son did with his understanding of what had come before him.

As they elucidated to their selves their hope for their son’s future, so did the angels incarnate of humanity witness what the word directed most likely the City would be.

.  .  .

Meanwhile, as Enoch and Irad grew up, so too did Casarta. Now very much a beautiful young woman, Antagnous, Lousitous, and Gendlebleth took her some distance from the city of Dedicated along with Taolith and Lajiel. It had been decided that if Casarta’s mind was capable of disrupting the lives of those whom the angels were hoping not to make aware of the true nature of their existences, then Casarta must learn to be ever-vigilant of her own mind, and that based on its previous wanderings, that might take practice. No one knew what her mind was capable of, least of all Casarta, so, they decided on the wisdom of sending her off relatively alone for a time so that she could discern the full scope of what her mind could do.

While angels would come from closer to Dedicated to bring news and share some time with their brethren, Antagnous and Gendlebleth never left Casarta’s encampment.

And so she began practicing.

They verified that her dreams did not come to life while she slept. They discovered that the weather could be turned a short time by her mind, though rain that fell fed no flower, and left only dry soil after it had fallen. They found that she could move permanent objects with the objects created by her mind, and that what her mind created could be sustained to last as long as her focus on what was created could be held. And she spent a very long time practicing the dismissal of thoughts from her mind which she had not called to her mind very specifically. So long as her thoughts were centered in the reality that was at her hand, nothing more nor less was create, and when her mind did wander, returning it to the ground at her feet dispersed the possibility of impossibility that otherwise was inclined to be made physical but momentarily.

So too did the angels learn about the powers of their own minds made physical with the laws that governed the minds of other humans in whose images theirs had been created. Isolated in a small group from the rest of their kind, they found that they could communicate with each other rather effectively merely by glancing at each other. In fact, in some instances it was as though they could hear would the other thought before they spoke it out loud. While they were unable to make manifest solid forms out of thin air, like Casarta, they seemed to be able to hear something of each other even over the long expanse of space between where they spent some years dwelling, and the village set up miles outside of Enoch.

In fact, even though they could not create something out of nothing, what they did find was that often they would have a thought materialize in what was already present. Gendlebleth would think himself hungry and mere minutes later a large lizard would appear, and he had but to call upon Antagnous to kill the lizard for dinner. Another time they found themselves running out of water; shortly thereafter Taolith, walking along to be alone without thought, found her way to a nearby spring they’d not known about before. It was as though their minds discovered already create what they’d not yet known they would need, always waiting mere steps away to be discovered. They came to find that while they could not create from nothingness, their own minds, in their way, did shape the reality they came to experience. Even emotion seemed to physically dictate the results they’d experience from day to day. Though Casarta was gifted, it seemed mankind as well had thoughts at their disposal to shape reality as they were capable of conceiving it.

As they reflected on what their own minds seemed capable of, and Casarta honed the focus of her personal mind, the way the city of Dedicated took shape made sense to them all within the context of the many conceptions the people of the city put into its inner workings every day.

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Chronicles of the Angels of Eden: Chapter 23

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on April 6, 2013| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 20 . . .

Chapter 23

Enoch led a gifted life. He was the first born son of first born sons traced back all the way to the third born son of Humanity. As was such, he was highly regarded in the land in which he grew up. He spent most of his time, from the age of about six and a half years old, sitting by a flowing river with his eyes closed. He wanted always ever to be in the presence of God.

He’d begun from the age of about five letting his mind rest, and thus taking in the fullness of the reality surrounding him without interruption from the thoughts in his mind. As he grew older, however, he began to find more and more that this process was becoming ever more difficult. His mother would teach him something, his father would teach him something, the children would invite him to play, he would see something he’d never seen before, he’d wonder about something he’d never considered before. Thus, he noticed his mind becoming ever noisier as he was going through life.

When he was about six and a half his father had brought him with him to the river to wash the family’s clothing. As Enoch sat by his father, his feet in the water, beating a wet loin cloth against a boulder close to the bank of the river, he noticed that his mind was filled with the sound of the river rather than the thoughts in his head. From this time thereafter, he walked down to the river often that he might ever hear God’s voice speaking to him. As he grew older, and his eyes would bring thoughts to his brain, he began the practice of closing them that the silence of his self would be ever-complete.

.  .  .

As he was nearing his early teen-age years, however, Enoch found that with the changing of his body came also a shift in his capacity for retaining the clarity of his mind, and the divinity it heard.

Now, most of the first-born of the line of Seth followed Seth’s example by seeking distant cousins with whom to mate at an age at which they could discern something about lasting companionship with whom they chose. By the time Enoch was nearing his early teenage years, he was already very familiar with the life-lessons of his Great, Great, Great Grandfather. Nonetheless, as he was beginning to notice the forms of his various female cousins and younger aunts passing by him during his regular day life, he found himself daunted by the strength of his natural animal-self that he had not experienced prior to the new developments of his body.

And so it was, when he was about twelve and a half years existent, he found that try as he might to drown his mind in the river, the blank slate of the back of his eyelids continued to show Enoch the images of certain more appealing family members, who seemed to unceasingly stimulate the emergence of his . . . thoughts . . . more so than the silence through which he felt the fullness of his connectivity to The Creator whose feeling he constantly craved. Around the age of 42, he gave up on trying to escape his thoughts as he began taking walks in the hopes merely of turning his attention from the life of the small town for an afternoon now and then.

.  .  .

It was around the age of 62 and a half that he was introduced to one of the great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great granddaughters of Seth.

Enoch was walking along the bank of the river, striving with himself to silence his own mind as he asked loudly into it, “Will ever a day come that I will again hear the voice of That Which Created Me and All Existence, and what, if any, action is required of me that I might again hear Its voice?” In the wake of the severity and loudness with which he asked this into his own mind, he found a moment of silence penetrate through the exhaustion of his fullness of force of his own inner voice. As that silence filled his mind, several seconds later his eyes spotted something up ahead by the river’s edge.

With her eyes closed, she lay with her arms propping her torso up off the ground, her face toward the sun, naked, with her feet just off the side of the river, but not in the water itself. Enoch continued toward her beauty in wonder and silence as his eyes widened and he wondered over the best way possible to disturb her tranquility. His heart was heard in his ears, and his legs became wobbly as his mind considered the image of lowering himself down to her and making his presence known by placing his own lips to hers.

About six feet from where she lay, the rustling of the grass under his feet drew her attention to him without the need of any help from his mouth. She turned her head sharply toward him, covering the sun from her eyes to see him clearly. She smiled up at him, “I didn’t think anyone would come out this far from town.” She blushed as she spoke.

“Nor did I,” responded Enoch. “Since it seems to be our common desire, how would you feel if I stayed for a while and we experienced being alone, together?”

From behind a tree in the distance Kellendreth smiled to Humdow who watched beside her after the seventh generation of Adam. Though they could not hear the words spoken, they both found beauty in seeing Enoch lie down by the woman; the two passing the time beside each other watching the flowing of the river before them.

.  .  .

A little more than two and a half years later, as they looked at him and each other, they decided to name their first son as one who would not die until he chose of his own accord to do so. So was born to Enoch and the descendent of Man by way of Appointed, Who Demands His Death.

It was as he was watching his son come from his wife, and hearing Methuselah’s first cry, that Enoch understood fully the continuity of the means by which The Divine knows itself infinitely. And so as his own eyes saw that different eyes would see the same and otherwise, it was that once again his mind grew silent, and he found their he heard all the answers to the questionings of whatever voices spoke into him as he knew not again how to find The Lord. After he kissed the forehead of his wife, who now held the child she had produced from her own body as all Adam had ever been brought forth from the earth, he let her rest with their baby held at peace to her chest, and he left their dwelling toward the cool night air, and took a walk.

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