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Until next week . . .

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on May 5, 2013| Leave a Comment »

Between a road trip to my state’s capital, and turning 30, the next installment of the story will be next week. Enjoy from now till then!

Peace

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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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Chronicles of the Angels of Eden: Chapter 22

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on March 30, 2013| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 21 . . .

Chapter 22

“Then why have we not seen such materializations from nothingness before?”

“That doesn’t mean that they have not transpired in the past, Antagnous. I heard a story from one of Cain’s new attendants of a horse mysteriously appearing in his eating room, and then disappearing into the air while he was still living in Nod. That story was from around the time we moved from Nod.”

Gernow spoke next, “I too heard a story about a lamb dancing on its hind-legs and singing before vanishing without trace only a couple months ago in Cain.”

Casarta spoke up as the angels discussed whether these stories, along with what Caldas and Handoroth had seen, could in any way be linked to Casarta herself, “These instances, while the stories you describe as second-hand accounts are not exact, nonetheless sound very much like wanderings my mind has had from time to time.”

Again the village of angels stared at the young, red girl. And so spoke up Ternaddain, “Have you seen these ‘wanderings of your mind’ made flesh in any instance of pondering them, child?”

“Well, no,” she answered, “but I can’t deny that the timing and the instances described bear great resemblance to what I can remember of certain images I considered in my thoughts.”

Darwith spoke next, “When you have made these images in your mind, Casarta, did you ascribe a place to them?”

Casarta shook her head, “No, Darwith, I think only of something that the laws of the existence set out by Our Common Mother Universal Endlessness could not abide in functional reality. I never think so far as location as I always imagine these things as what could not exist to begin with.”

“Then, Casarta,” continued Darwith, “I recommend a test. Think of something happening right here in the middle of our circle as you would be inclined on the average day in which you ‘let your mind wander.’”

“What shall I conceive?” Asked Casarta.

“Think of two rabbits doing something in the middle of our circle which they would not otherwise be inclined to do . . .”

Gendlebleth shuddered for a moment at the mention of rabbits, then silenced his accustomed automatic impulses associated with the small furry creatures as he anticipated what might happen next.

Casarta thought for a moment in silence, then turned her attention to the middle of the circle to see if anything would come out of the unlikely scenario her imaginings led her to conceive.

For a moment, nothing happened. And then, suddenly, in the middle of the circle appeared two bunnies.

Initially they just sat there. One scrunched its nose a bit, the other hopped around a little. The angels looked intently upon the creatures, but were less than impressed that they hadn’t arrived simply without being noticed. Then, one of the bunnies started hopping in reverse around the other bunny.

Faster and faster the rabbit started running a reverse circle around the other. The angels began having to shield their eyes from the dirt being kicked up in their direction as dust rose up making the stationary rabbit almost completely non-visible. Then from out of the dust the other rabbit flew off into the air, its forward paws straight in front of it as it soared into the night toward the stars. The other rabbit suddenly bounded onto Gendlebleth’s shoulder, kissed him on the cheek, and vanished into thin air.

As Gendlebleth felt the scrunching of the rabbit’s nose against his chin, he fainted on the spot.

Noting the ring left behind after the dust had settled, Antagnous commented under her breathe, “Well, I guess that answers that.”

Once again all those around the circle turned their attention to Casarta. Casarta felt the stare of all her tribe upon her, though nonetheless, couldn’t help but have to suppress the giggles automatically finding their way to her lips.

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Interlude

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on March 17, 2013| Leave a Comment »

Begging your pardon Messieurs and Mesdames, I will be taking this and the next Sundays off because life requires a bit of focus more than usual in the next week. The angels, accordingly, will return on the 31st with some more Enoch action as well as the mental materializations of the young Casarta.

In the meantime, for anyone interested, there will be a discussion about the regulations to be imposed on hydraulic fracturing (fracking) in California on March 21st. http://www.conservation.ca.gov/Index/Pages/Index.aspx

Accordingly, I will be there to raise my concerns that 12 earthquakes were caused in Ohio by this form of natural gas extraction. It seems unwise to do such things where there actually are fault lines, you see. I mean, aside from pumping compounds made from no fewer than 13 cancer-causing chemicals into the ground, and then extracting radioactive water along with the “natural gasses.” And then disposing of those waters by injecting them elsewhere into the earth.

See you in two weeks if not on Thursday in Sacramento!

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Chronicles of the Angels of Eden: Chapter 21

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on March 9, 2013| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 18 . . . (Where we last left Cain)

Chapter 21

Enoch sat at his father’s feet, “Abba, how did you get that scar on your forehead?”

Cain stirred in his chair as his mind raced through his own father’s words to him after his head had landed on the rock upon which he had been thrown years prior. “Son, I knew this day would come eventually, but I did not think you would be only five years old before I’d be considering answering it for the first time . . .”

As they were leaving Nod Camphire explained to Cain the benefits of never keeping his crime a secret to the people of Nod, nor to anyone else he would meet along his path in life. She was adamant as well that no matter what he said to others on the subject he ever only be honest with their children, “For if we should lie to our children, then they should not trust us as they learn the awkwardness of taking full responsibility for their own actions and the the responsibility they have for the consequences that will inevitably result. As they lean toward lying to themselves, it is their trust in us that may prevent them from believing their own lies as they would learn to accept as the law of existence any lie we would demonstrate to them in lieu of what is.” Gravely Cain nodded his assent as she admonished him the consequences of acting out of his shame rather than fighting against it so as to respond to his past by creating his future from the wish of his heart to be whole again where once by his own hand it was broken.

“The truth is, son, my father acted out of his rage toward me after I had done the worst thing a person can do, and I landed hard on a rock where you see the scar I now bear.”

Enoch’s face shadowed over as he asked the obvious question, “What is the worst thing you can do that you did to make your father angry with you, Father?”

“The worst thing a man can do, Enoch, is to kill his brother.”

Enoch began to contemplate his father’s words as he considered the life growing in his mother’s belly.

.  .  .

And so, knowing his father’s story, Dedicated strove to live up to his name within the context of the town with which he shared it. A village of his parents, their friends and acquaintances, his brothers and sisters, and the occasional chance passer by. While it was rare one in route to Nod would stay in Dedicated to rest before continuing their journey, every several months a pair of angels in humanity’s clothing would come under such pretense. In this way, the development of Cain and his offspring were monitored that the angels might learn further how to serve.

Incognito envoys were sent regularly to Nod to monitor other human interaction, and the angels kept their camp miles to the west of Dedicated where they existed unseen. While all the monitoring was taking place, and the angels learned about their own physical existence and the existence of adam, Casarta explored and spied in her own right, always from a distance sure from the sight of those who shared her form, but not her origin; not the particular hue of her skin.

It was one day while she was spying on the town from its outskirts that she was having a bit of a day dream. She was envisioning herself at the center of a flock of crows encircling her. In her vision, the crows came to where she sat and flocked together so that their wings were joined and she was able to ride upon their backs, which formed as though one gigantic crow which carried her high into the sky and let her see the earth as they saw.

As she was having this vision at the outskirts of the town, Handoroth and Caldas were masquerading as visitors, being led through the town’s center. As they were being shown to a place they would be allowed to stay for several nights, and told that the town would gladly share of their food and water to these passers-by who were happy to share with the town some of the goods they carried from lands “far away,” suddenly the sun was engulfed and a shadow fell upon them all. Looking up, all who had sight perceived dozens of crows descend upon them. And, lo, they amassed together in the town’s center and stood silent together as though waiting. Handoroth and Caldas stared at each other, asking the same question of each other, and giving the same answer in reply.

For ten minutes they stood watching the birds who held together virtually motionless while the people of the town remained huddled close to the ground, occasionally peeking out at the birds from under arms covering their heads. After about ten minutes passed, the birds vanished as though into thin air. Handoroth and Caldas spent the next evening, as well as the next several days, convincing the people of the town that the birds were not an ill omen as the townsfolk busied themselves sacrificing animals in the hopes of appeasing God, who was clearly very angry with them for some reason they did not understand.

After spending a week in the village “resting” from their “long” journey, and spending much time calming the village, Caldas and Handoroth returned once more to their own village to confer with their brethren. As they were telling the story of what they had seen, Casarta joined the meeting of the angels.

“Why, that sounds exactly like the daydream I was having several days ago.”

All the angels turned and stared at Casarta.

“What?” Asked Casarta.

“We do not believe in coincidences.” Darwith replied.

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Chronicles of the Angels of Eden: Chapter 20

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on March 2, 2013| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 20

Enoch sat at his father’s feet, “Abba, why do we exist?”

Jared raised an eyebrow in response, “That’s quite a question for a five year old, Enoch.” He stared at his son for a few moments while Enoch stared back, still, silent, awaiting a response. Jared stroked his chin as he slowly began to speak again, “The truth is, son, I don’t really know. But I’m sure God had a very good reason.” Jared folded his arms and reclined, contented that he had answered his child’s question well.

“Who is God, Daddy?”

The contentment left Jared’s face as he became again tense. “Why, He’s the creator of us!”

“Then, can you take me to him so that I can ask him why he created us, father?”

“Well, son, as far as I know, the last person to have a conversation with God was your Great, Great, Great, Great Grandfather Adam. If the question is still with you in the Spring time, I suppose you could ask him at the time in which we celebrate his creation and the fact that he is the origin of all of our existences, if you like . . .”

“You can’t just ask him now, father?”

“Well, son, it is a bit of a journey from where we are. And, being as young as you are, I’m not sure how the old man would receive your question since you are so young. But, as I said before, if this question burns inside of you with such sincerity that you would still retain it till the time of the celebration of his existences beginning, I’m sure he will be intrigued enough, and be impressed enough by the sincerity of the invention-of-mind by the furthest reaches of his creativity, you, that he will be happy to answer you with the full extent of what he thinks the most useful answer to your questions could be.”

Enoch was hardly satisfied by his father’s answer. But, content that his question was a sincere one, and tormented so by his question accordingly, he decided that he would wait the short life-time to the Spring so that he could receive the answer from the one person his father claimed could answer it.

.  .  .

Amidst the festivities of the spring, sitting upon an ornate chair hand-carved by his grandson Human Being, Adam sat watching the existences he had created enjoying existence around him. From out of the crowd walked Descent in hand with Dedicated. Descent spoke first, “Great, Great, Great Grandfather, I honor your creation upon this day! My son, Dedicated, if it be pleasing to you on this day of the joy of your existence, has an unusual question which he would like to ask you that has been troubling him, apparently for some time.”

“Of course!” Responded the 627-year-old man with a wide beaming smile toward his five-year-old great, great, great, great grandson. “I’ve been alive long enough that I welcome anything one of my creations deems ‘unusual.’ What is this vexation of the mind that has you disturbed, so very young Dedicated? Please, sit on my knee.”

And so the young Enoch climbed atop his ancient ancestor’s knee, “Great, Great, Great, Great Grandfather, what I asked my father months ago, which he apparently couldn’t answer was, why do we exist? To which my father responded that God has a good reason, so I asked if I could talk to God so that I could meet him and talk to him myself. Dad said if anyone knows where God is so I could ask him, it would be you.” Dedicated recollected his breath as Man answered him. Smiling, Adam replied, “You exist, my young descendent, so that God could look at Itself. If you wish to ask of God, you have but to silence your own voice completely, and any question you could have will quickly be answered.”

Dedicated stared up at the old man with eyes wide and mouth agape as he found himself silent and looking into the first eyes that ever perceived existence. He nodded, thanked his Great, Great, Great, Great Grandfather, then climbed off of his knee. Dedicated found himself silent from the moment his feet touched the ground, to the moment he took his father’s hand as they made their way home from the gathering, until finally he was tucked into his bed. That night Enoch dreamed of sitting in the middle of a field, all alone, on a warm summer day, staring at a doe several feet off, not a thought in his head.

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Chronicles of the Angels of Eden: Chapter 19

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In the beginning . . .

About angels: Chapter 3 . . .

Where last we left the residence of Adam and his son Seth: Chapter 16 . . .

Chapter 19

Somewhere between Eden and Nod wandered one of the great granddaughters of Man. Tired of the quarreling of giants, some of whom were her siblings, and running from the advances of her brothers, whose advances she found herself repulsed by, it was often that this particular sixteen-year old great granddaughter of Adam had found herself making long journeys on foot outside of the lands where her very large family resided. In fact, having the habit of wandering outside of the villages on her own since twelve years old is what had kept her virginity intact up to the present day she found herself engaged in a two-week hike to the the middle of where no one would bother her.

In the distance, high above the ground, feeling the pleasure of its experience of the day joyfully, flew Ginsheriel.

Growing weary of remote parts of the world where nature existed for its own sake, and Ginsheriel caused copious amounts of rain to fall for its, it decided to seek out the likeness-creatures of The Divine that it might stimulate its perceptions in mind as much as it had grown accustomed to stimulating its sense of body. It journeyed from a place beyond a high mountain range where it had spent much time raining upon creatures that were black and white, and very much like the animal creation known as “bear” in aspect. It was flying from this direction when it spotted below from a distance, for the first time in many decades, one of the being-likeness creatures of its master Divinity. As it detected this human being in the far away, it slowed the rate of its self pleasure so that long before she became aware of the creature flying high overhead, she was never aware of a single drop of rain between herself, the sun, and the pleasant cool breeze accompanying her on her journey this day.

As it came closer to where she was, it could see the dwelling place of most of the descendents of the original likeness-creature far in the distance. Seeing now that the likeness-creature below was a her, still many miles away from where she hiked enjoying the day, Ginsheriel slowed its self-enjoyment even further that only the lightest mist accompanied it subsequently along its journey.

And from a mile in the distance, where to her the angel looked only like a speck that was likely a large bird that would soon, but not too soon, be flying over head, the angel now could see the girl clearly; make out every detail of her form. To Ginsheriel, she was the most beautiful physical manifestation of The Image Of The Divine she had ever perceived.

Her face shone like the face of it’s brethren, but with a light in her eyes possessing a knowledge of reality it had never known; something of which only it’s Master was aware. Her body lacked the wings, but her hair hung long where otherwise it would have expected a shimmering flutter to reside. Her form was wholly inviting as though a fruit newly ripened; the breasts of it’s brother angels knew no intentions of feeding their offspring, for offspring was not intended as a function of the servants of The Divine. Ginsheriel had often wondered what the lips of it’s fellow angels would taste like, but All-Knowing-Loving-Endlessness had declared the time for such knowledge would come later, and thus that knowledge was not to be had now. All-Knowing-Loving-Endlessness had made no mention, however, of knowing the taste of a being like in certain appearances of form, but knowing polarization and some aspect of what the Divine Itself knew. And so, seeing no betrayal of command in it, Ginsheriel circled overhead for a landing.

And as she saw the “bird” clearly to become something far more spectacular than what she had thought nothing of from a distance, she was immediately awe-struck by a sight she’d never considered she could see. Sometimes diaphanous and sometimes opaque, the wings of this person pulsed with ripples rather than flaps as its feathers reflected pastels of the spectrum broken from the light of the sun. As it came closer, its face took on more a masculine semblance than not, though, apparently he had a face as beautiful as any woman, and more so even as this beauty, lightly feminine though it was, was fully the beauty of a man. Seeing his face and the stoney muscles of his abdomen made her loin quiver ever so slightly as she saw for the first time a man, though not a man, who attracted her fully; someone not born, apparently, to her family; someone more than human. Even in the air she could not see his feet, for a pair of his wings held over them. The light danced brilliantly through the very light mists that accompanied him as he made his decent toward her. Upon his landing, she had no choice but to notice the movement of the phallus it possessed, which she had known best in experience only from bathing her baby brothers, and some particularly lewd moments when her older brothers were drunk or returning from hunting, or both, interacting with the part of his body that resembled apparently what she possessed, like her sisters, which her brothers did not have. Lower inside of her she quivered a bit more as she looked on in confusion to rethink that what she had taken as being male was perhaps something other than male, or at least more than male.

Ginsheriel smiled brightly upon her as her mouth rather naturally hung open in disbelief. From several feet away, she was even more beautiful than it had perceived from a distance. From this close up, whatever it was shown bright though surrounded by mists, as the light of the sun refracted off wings and mists and smile; the light of eternity shining forth from its eyes. Ginsheriel spoke to her as for the first time in two centuries it stopped creating precipitation of any kind, “Do not be frightened. Seeing your beauty from a far distance, I wished only to know what this was causing me to know from that distance beauty the likes of which I have never known before.”

She saw clearly, as the mists quickly evaporated, that what had enabled it to create such mists now throbbed alone toward her. She had never been called beautiful before. Her brothers, when they had reached a certain age, had called her something like beautiful before trying to pounce upon her, usually while in a drunken stupor. But this was the first time something looked at her with such purity and honesty and saw of her only beauty, and then called her that by name. Her mouth continued to hang agape as her mind raced with possibilities while it stepped closer to her. It was so beautiful, and had seen her as beautiful in return. Some part of her considered running, as she did not know what would come if she didn’t turn away, but it was all so glorious and wonderful; its beauty rendered her mute and still, while the fullness of it stirred the deepest desires in her. She felt no resistance as the back of her head felt the strength and warmth of its hand, and she felt her lips pulled to its; its tongue pushed to hers.

Its wings spread wide, and then tightly around her as she gave over to the fullness, him. She felt herself lifted into the air as ecstasy proceeded to fill her in every part. And over the course of the next two months, he was her sole sustenance, and together they danced in the clouds.

.  .  .

Seven months later, long after she had wobbled her way back into the villages, and finally her parents home, her parents wondered how she could be giving birth when none of her brothers could claim her as a helper to their own house. Seven months after having been left to the ground shortly before the angel had flown off leaving behind a trail of mists in its wake, the first great warrior of renown was born to Earth.

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