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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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Happy New Year!!!

Time to continue the chronicles. We began here. And, we wound up here. And so, here we go . . .

Chapter 13

There he lay in a field on a warm summer day. The radiance of the Ever-Creator feeding all of existence directly shining down upon his face as the flowers drank it in to create their own blood, and every animal ingested it into their eyes to see by. Gendlebleth felt the warmth of ever-filling mercy as the grass swayed gently around him.

As his skin drank in the radiance of Omni-Existence’s Love, he thought he felt the ground beneath him shudder. It was almost an after-thought in the light of the Divine, but it called his thought from the sound of the sun’s gaze. As he felt the warmth, so too did he begin to feel earth beneath his back begin to ripple against his spine.

He made himself ready to roll onto his side to see if a gopher was not about to make its way above the soil’s surface when a bloody hand, Abel’s hand, gripped around his ankle from below where he lay.

Gendlebleth awoke with a start to find himself being carried between too wood poles atop the sewn-together skins of animals by his brothers and sisters. As the sun shined brightly upon him, Darwith inquired of him, “are you okay brother?”

Light almost blinding him, Gendlebleth answered toward the voice of Darwith, “I am. Just more nightmares.”

He next heard the voice of his friend and sister, “Do you need water, brother?”

“No Antagnous, I wasn’t sleeping for that long. He still walks?”

“Sometimes he leads us in circles for days, though lately he’s been heading at daybreak toward the sun, and has kept it in relation to him as he walks so that his course is fairly due East. I think it has been almost thirty risings and settings of the sun now that we’ve been following him.”

“If Our Creator does not send my sleeping visions to mock me, then it is my mind that rightfully will not stop hating itself that has kept my body unable even to stand by virtue of its own capabilities. That I can not move myself is worthy of my crime, I should be left and no longer made to be a burden of by the lot of you carrying my body around as though I am a baby without muscle mass to raise myself to my own feet. Let me lie here until I can forgive myself enough to regain the ability to crawl, and I will find you some centuries later when I am worthy of groveling in the shadows of you who would still make of me a companion on this journey at which I seem not able to step in the right direction by virtue of some flaw in my nature.”

“Certainly if you wish to annoy us further with such talk,” responded Antagnous, “I’ll be perfectly happy to stitch your lips together so that we can be spared your vain tongue waggings further. But, we all knew the boys fate was near as good as sealed when his mother and father agreed together to call him an offering to the wind by name. I hope none of us, including you, are at least stupid enough to doubt the Absolute Will of The Lord Our In-Transmutable Law which every rock or conscious will must obey.

“This may be more painful a lesson than you’ve been able to bear on your own thus far, but, this is all these events are are a lesson to us all, and you will know this lesson better than all for which you and the rest of us are blessed by same law that damned the second one to the fate we all find so distasteful. Give it a few more days and you’ll be able to stand well enough without vomiting immediately, and wherever you may find yourself inclined to fall, we will be ready to catch you.”

“It’s divine mercy for the moment feels like spite to me. Though, if truly I am able to help them where otherwise I’d not have been, however many eternities declare me worthy to return to myself, I will recall the blessing then of my own self-damnation this day. Thank you and you all for carrying me forward when I could not carry myself, for the enormity of my potential’s smallest part was too much for me to bear.”

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In the beginning  . . .

Chapter 4

Rain came crashing down from on high upon those of Heaven who had chosen to eat the fruit from the tree. Two lay now in mud, the aggressor and the aggressee. A couple of miles in the distance, Luciferous’ nostrils began to fill with mud created not by his own tears; he awoke out of a sleep composed entirely of self-pity, hopelessness, and longing. As he rose to his feet and took his first step toward where he had come, simultaneously he took his first step toward freedom from what he found himself to be. He cleared mud from his nose with heavy outward breathing, and turned his face to the water falling so heavily from the sky. He felt cleaner with his second step as he brushed watery dirt away from his eyes. Beginning to feel in any way clean, something inside of him knew that for him hope did exist somewhere, even if he could not feel it now. He directed his steps toward the tree of which he had come.

Several minutes later he arrived to see a large group of what looked like humans surrounding the tree. Their heads hung down. Through the cascading fall of the rain he could hear low moans and weeping, though it was faint beneath the water falling from the Heavens. As he approached they looked up at him and cleared a path, straight and direct, to the tree from where he had come, and to the two who lay beneath it held together by gravity and dread, fearing to leave what little warmth they caused each other by staying perfectly still in their shame. What little hope Luciferous held in his heart deserted to somewhere in the back of his mind as the dread of what lay at the foot of the tree gave rise to a second emotion, one new and foreign and containing something that did not feel right.

His natural impulse commanded his words to be, even to himself never minding the others, much louder than he had expected them to be: “What is the meaning of this? You two are not of each other? Tell me you two are of each other! Explain to me what this is! Have you already learned something that can help our charge that you two have already earned the right to bliss of reunion? That cannot be! You are Antagnous, and you Lousitous! You are not of each other; you are separate! Explain this apparent abomination! Tell me what is apparent to my eye is a misperception!”

Antagnous held her head lower, away from Luciferous’ gaze, and began immediately to sob loudly in the rain where before she couldn’t stop sobbing quietly to herself. Lousitous turned his gaze also from Luciferous, trying to console Antagnous by stroking her head through her hair, and softly rubbing the top of her shoulder. Luciferous’ eyes glowed red as he felt distain not only for what he saw, but now that his question was being ignored by two who obviously had acted in some way shameful for angels who were sent from the very mind of the divine to help the creation of the One that they themselves had been allowed by Its Grace to have had a proverbial hand in.

Seeing the emotion, anger, within Luciferous, even without having a word to call it, Hoflan, one who possessed the apparentness of male half, stepped forward to answer the question and emotion of Luciferous, “As you were named by Our Sovereign the most determined of us all to assist the creation Human to embrace fully in harmony the fact of their existence as the face likened to divinity, I feel compelled naturally to regard you as the most among us determined to drive us to succeed to reason we have been brought into existence as we now know it and the corresponding immediate agony-with-purpose of this existence. As your determination, as well as your experience being longest, as well as your place among us in service to That Which We Serve, I feel compelled to call you “sir” due to your obvious natural qualities that we feel compelled naturally to answer you as one who maybe might organize us best. And thus, sir, if you see fit, I would like to answer your question as Antagnous and Lousitous both have very good reason at the moment to recoil in dread not merely from your question, but from the fact of themselves as they know themselves now, and the fact of your question reminding them even further of themselves. Which is to say, to remind them further than they already cannot escape the burden they currently embody of their shame must make their recovery last even longer, as well as satisfy not your question. And thus, in the best interest of their recovery from what clearly to us all never should have taken place, as well as to satisfy your question, may I please answer for them, or will you please ask this query again from any of the rest of us who would be more appropriate in this moment to answer such a question as we are all eye witness to this pathetic horror, and all in better states of mind, despite the agony of the fact of our own existence, to be able to answer this question of yours?”

To see the desire of his apparent brother not merely to help his other brother and sister, but also to address his approach with respect and reason as close to his perceptions of the reality of his existence as he could so as to facilitate the best possible results for all involved, Luciferous answered thus, “Hoflan, in the Unity of Divinity we were equals in every way. My qualities as one made in the likeness of knowledge that necessitates individuality, I have yet to discern myself, but I trust you to see me as I am as I learn to do the same, and appreciate your respect of my truth accordingly. That being said, seeing you as a manifestation who strives for best results despite this pain we all must bear in most degrees mutually and unceasingly fully throughout our beings, if you would refer to me as sir for what you see as me, then knowing that your own eye and perceptiveness may hold the very keys for leading humanity to harmony, I’d be remiss if I did not refer to you as “sir,” for it is your sincerity of being that has already begun to cure me of the awfulness I felt so terribly in my self mere moments ago, though this strange heat lending to confusion is something that has far from left me. So, sir, yes, please, tell me the fullness of this shame before us. Why do they seem so unfit in being for servants of Divinity?”

Hoflan was grateful of being reminded of the mutuality of their common existences as he addressed Luciferous an answer, “Sir, as we were being created in the lackingness of what we are now, pains and agonies the entirety of which we were not prepared for, as you too must well know, tore through any composure of harmony in being we may ever have, even more so than the still almost-complete lack of harmony of self we still feel just moments later. Likewise many of us, nay, all of us felt natural urges that accompany bodies divided from our other halves as they are. And many of us too would have acted in blindness toward our sisters and brothers out of the mechanics of our animal vessiality if not for the fact of Lousitous giving into his animal grief and affliction first.

“And so it happened that there arose in him something akin to what you felt moments ago, mixed with his grief, mixed with his desires of body, and the timing of seeing two bodies very much alike in scope, from behind, aligned in front of his eyes filled with nothing but pain, and he answered the impulse of his body shamefully, pushing his inherent conscience away, as though to the very back of his mind as it would go, and answered his impulse of pain and body mixed as though it were a command. Saying that he chose to do what he did, sir, would not be accurate, though he is solely responsible for what he did next, but rather what he chose was to try instantaneously to cease the pain within him that any consciousness would reaffirm a thousand times over could not be escaped by desire alone; a, something, that his body is not capable of having any understanding of whatsoever as its sole self-knowledge of being is its impulses, for the sake of optimum functionality of the entirety of the being it serves, to eat. And so, the impulses of his dread of existence overcoming his reason to the extent of believing the voice of his body, because his pain was too great for him, might know his existence better than he, himself, he acted perfectly contrary to what we have chosen to exist to effect. He took to Antagnous in mockery of how with every fiber of his true self he would wish most to share the blessing of their existence with Lassicity.

“He committed this shame just as Antagnous’ masculinity and completeness was leaving her. And in her pain, she responded very much out of completely-in-every-way similar mechanisms to those inflicted upon her by Lousitous.

“While initially she was purely taken by surprise, and thus completely unwilling in every way, when she found the fullness of her pain distracted so well by the pain of the terror of being used out of the fullness of the pain of Lousitous, she responded in part knowing a similar hunger of her own physicality, and attempting to silence her own deep anguish through a similar blasphemy of the joke made out of the action in some way similar to sharing the purpose of existence, completeness, Love, she responded not by struggling with hope that both their burdens might be lessened more than they had already become compounded, but instead gave her-self to the continuance of this new pain with whatever fleeting enjoyments of her mechanics would allow, and thus mutually they prolonged each-other’s pain for as long as possible until finally they both succumbed simultaneously to the extra burdens of suffering that became so great they finally broke them out of the prolonging-for-the-sake-of-ceasing their genuine-agony-for the–sake-of–the-benefit-of-all-existence the artificial joy of which they had, at some point, mutually engaged in.

“And again, though she is only half-responsible for her part in this shame, she too, out of desire to escape the unequivocal fact of her existence, and her physicality speaking of escaping pain from the only voice it knows, a voice that is unbecoming for one with a genuine self to listen too, she too sought any escape from the inevitable, inescapable, and currently absolutely necessary mode of being, the burden of which she currently must bear, the completeness of her inherent pain coupled with the pain of all her senses being overloaded by being so abruptly violated, by way of her vessel, whose voice under the circumstances became so much louder than her own.”

Luciferous’ head sank down and his head shook of its own accord. The fullness of the result of the shame of the tragedy that had gone on, the results of which were now before him, sank into his already unfortunate emotional state as Luciferous knew the reason for organically feeling the despair not only within the two laying just beyond the roots of the tree, but also those who had witnessed, and could not violate without even further burdens upon them all, the action of the remnants of free will resigned to the hungers of the bodies of their brother and sister.

With deep sincerity of sadness upon his face, Luciferous looked into the eyes of the crowd before him as he spoke, “We are fortunate that the humans have yet to learn such a lesson as we have today. Our bodies think much as the creature created before us all, called by the human ‘ape.’ To try to hide from the pain proper for us to feel, for it motivates us singularly to cure the inherent misery we have come to eliminate from the hands of these beautiful creatures we helped create, by believing the whims of a source of thought not of our own volition, in particular the thoughts of our bodies, is to allow ourselves to act not as beings with reason directed toward The Divine, but as those creatures who are not created in The Image, apes. That it serves as a reminder to us all what happens when our pain is so great we are tempted by the natural mechanics of our bodies to resign the reason of ourselves to the less intricate reason of our bodies out of desperation we can rise above so long as we hold onto our genuine selves, let us call burdening each other in this most shameful way that we remember when we do so we are no more than apes. Are no more than apes, or, are apes. Are, as the corresponding letter Raish, and ape. And thus should mankind discover such shame upon their own hands, that they too are as an ape, they too will call this are-ape. Rape.

“Antagnous, please look at me.”

Antagnous slowly raised her head half up from the ground and raised her gaze to meet the eye of Luciferous. Luciferous pitied her red eyes, tears mixing with the fall of the rain so that one could not be discerned for the other. He looked up ever so slightly to where Lousitous’ head hung still in shame and pain.

“Lousitous, how could you do that to Antagnous’ love?”

Antagnous answered, giving Lousitous no reason to try to lift his head from where it hung of its own dejection, “Angnosis, who in any lifetime I pray would still have me as his only, though now I cannot believe I could ever deserve it, ran off right before Lousitous was upon me. While in the lives of men any in my place would be a victim of the worst kind, not blessed to know themselves as we know ourselves; made in such instance to be used, and maybe in accordance destroyed unjustly, aside from the pain of having any truth of myself violently stripped from a form that might otherwise be blessed to exist with true being, for surcease of the agony of the existence I discovered myself to be once Angnosis’ hand left me, I wanted it too.” And with that she let her head again fall, and was grateful when a wind arose to cover her wail, that it might not be distinguished from the sound of the rushing air.

.  .  .

Luciferous walked away toward trees at the edge of the garden that he might think upon so much misery of his existence so soon after arriving in the created form in which he chose to arise.

When he reached the trees, one stood there waiting for him.

She spoke through a smile she pressed to her lips as though her life depended upon it. Her smile was not fake, but determined through sadness that her voice be heard well, “Tell me, Luciferous, that Lousitous is all right.”

“You are his other then?”

“Lassicity at your service as you might need of me.”

“Then please forgive me for having to bring you the unfortunate tale that the one you must feel so deeply for as to be in a pain I hate to be able to fully imagine, is less than all right.”

“You need not tell too much, I knew our immediate fate upon my separation. And so too did Angnosis, which is why he did not come. He did not trust himself to stay away from Antagnous, nor did he trust himself to restrain himself from the instinctuality of his beastial form to act as though in protection for himself, and thus harm mine. He felt the least provocation might blind him to his true self and lose control of the vehicle of his animal self. He carries his message thus, ‘Dear beautiful of me, my only desire and longing, no inclination of yours could make my heart beat for you less. And my forgiveness will too be full for my brother as I would long for her who’s union of myself I desire. And thus shall be my work until we our met, by the grace of our common creator, again.’”

“And so too would I have you carry a message for me for Lousitous, “Raise your head to see the work destined for our love, and look no more to the blindness’ of your beginning. From the greatest darkness shall you know the reason to cast the brightest light. And I bid you do so, if for no other reason, the sake of my hand, my lip, my loin, my beating heart that longs to keep rhythm with our existence as one. Your child is as mine, that I may lessen the burden of my sister, who shall bless us all with this gift unintentional that she agreed to from the desire of her own pain to stop.”

To which Luciferous spoke, “I have listened and learned. It shall be done as you have bidden me. As we rise we shall rise together, that we may have no need together again to fall.”

And Lassicity bowed in reverence of her brother, gratitude of his sincerity, and acknowledgment of their common burden shared before she turned back toward the trees to continue her work for which they had all agreed to be create as they were.

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