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Angels of Eden Chronicles: Chapter 15

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

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 11 (From 11 to here tells the story well.)

Chapter 15

Many times the sun rose and fell as they walked ten miles behind The Created One. At all times two kept within seeing distance of him, yet out of sight of him, and at night they changed their watch with the main group following behind. Each night, midway, watches would exchange news of the day before completing the short journey to their respective placements.

One particularly lovely day, when the sun was warm and the breeze was cool, the party found themselves surrounded by a particularly beautiful green patch of land. They delighted in fresh water from a stream, and wild-growing foods to eat. They were grateful to not feel the need to kill lizards or birds that their bellies would feel calm.

Gendlebleth had been on his own feet almost exclusively for the past 20 days, and he was thankful toward the mercy of his current existence to find that when he had finished eating his fill of the local berries and plants, and had washed his throat of food and dryness with the cool water of the stream, he felt no urge whatsoever to vomit it back up. Even his nightmares seemed less filled with the blood of Abel screaming to him from the faces of small woodland creatures; all slept well that night.

.  .  .

In the morning, at the changing of the watch, rather than at the five mile mark, Ternaddain and Darwith were met instead before they had walked much past two miles. “Ternaddain, Darwith! Blessed be The Name we found you! Though he is not like to wake for three more hours, rush to where he sleeps lest our watch be lost!”

Ternaddain and Darwith glanced at each other in brief hesitation out of confusion between what they expected their morning to consist of, and this seemingly anomalous message they had momentarily ago received from their brethren.

“You’ll understand when you arrive yourselves, just be quick as we urge the others on closely behind you!”

Despite the inability to understand, Ternaddain and Darwith began in the direction of Cain as quickly as their legs could carry them. When they had reached the top of a particularly steep hill an hour later, huffing and drawing in air heavily, they gasped an extra time in disbelief.

.  .  .

Upon arriving shortly after alerting Darwith and Ternaddain, Handoroth and Caldas woke the others and bade them travel now as quickly as they were able. So spoke Warmoot, “Why do you bid us with such haste and urgency?”

So responded Caldas, “The breath that would tell you what you will not believe but heard through your own eyes would be better served catching up to Darwith and Ternaddain as quickly as our legs propelled by the wind in our chests will allow. Let us move at once!”

And so it was that a swarm of bodied angels ran toward the hills before them, save for Gendlebleth, Antagnous, Lousitous, and Casarta. As the others ran ahead it was agreed that Casarta’s size necessitated one stay behind with her pace, and Gendlebleth’s current infirmity necessitated not a companion to keep with him pace, but two to catch him should he fall. Casarta’s parents being the obvious choice to stay with her, they quickly decided to be companions to Gendlebleth, whom they wished not to leave alone with his own pain rather than Lousitous simply carrying Casarta on his back to keep time with the group as a whole. As a family they traveled to where they supposed the others would be not much more than ten miles ahead where they currently began their own journey toward re-coalescence.

Two hours later the band of four gasped in momentary disbelief at the top of the hill; they saw they would not have very many miles left to walk to catch up to the others.

.  .  .

Cain stumbled, tired, dusty, and weary from travel through the open door, and threw himself onto the wooden bar. As Cain looked up toward the man cleaning the cup in his hand with a scrap of cloth, the man looked back down at Cain and spoke, “Well now, if ever I saw a man in need of a drink . . . A traveler if ever I saw one; I’d recognize that mark on your head from a mile away if ever I’ve seen it before. Don’t suppose you can contribute to my existence as I get you washed up, fed and settled for the night, but we’ll figure that all out once you don’t seem quite so close to fainting from exhaustion. Looks like you arrived just in time. Welcome, stranger, to Nod!”

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Angels of Eden: Chapter 13

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

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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Angels of Eden: Chapter 12

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on December 23, 2012| Leave a Comment »

Still getting back into writing mode. This “chapter” is short, but will lead into things to come. Enjoy.

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 11 . . .

Chapter 12

“Mommy, where are we going?”

As she picked up her daughter Antagnous answered, “Where once we were one, now it is time for us to become two, Casarta. One half of our group will stay here to watch over Adam and Eve at a safe distance and look for any chance we might be given to assist them. You and I and your father and the rest of us who are dividing off from the rest of the group will follow Cain to the East where he has fled.”

“Will we see the others again Momma? Will we ever see Brother Luciferous again?”

“My child,” Antagnous couldn’t help but smile, “our life is long, and I cannot imagine we will not meet up many times and disband many times as we strive to fulfill our duty. If we will not see them again in this world, though, know that there will come a time when all of us again will be united in The Light from which we have come.”

 

Tears filling his eyes as he wailed in harmony with the sound of his mother’s cry pushing its way ever as though trying to escape from out his chest just below his heart, Cain ran toward the East as fast as his legs could push him. Sleep came when he fell. Then he would rise again and push on. Where something looked like food, he would eat, but only when his stomach burned loudly enough that it could be felt through the terror of his mother’s voice ever flooding through him without end.

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Angels of Eden: Chapter 11

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on December 9, 2012| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 10 . . .

Chapter 11

Gendlebleth stood alone in a field surrounded by high grass and purple and blue and red and white and yellow wildflowers. Up next to his foot hopped a bunny rabbit. Gendlebleth stooped down and picked the bunny up by the nape of its neck and looked at it in the eye. As he stared into the face of the bunny, and the bunny stared back into his eyes, the corners of his lips were raised into a smile; pure joy. His hand next closed around the bunny’s neck, and he brought its body down against a large boulder repeatedly: WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Down came the body of the rabbit in his hand no less than two dozen times against the rock when finally he stopped.

The bloody, broken body of the small animal hung limp in his hand; half of its body missing meat and skin and bone dripping the liquid still barely left in its body. As he held it up by the neck to look into its eyes, it was the dead, glazed visage of Abel staring back at him.

Gendlebleth awoke out of his nightmare in a cold sweat. He recalled how the meeting had gone earlier that night. After entering the ring of the other angels, Luciferous had come straight to him and immediately embraced him tightly as Gendlebleth wept openly and freely in his arms. He spoke to the entire group as he spoke to his weeping friend, “They have free choice. No more than we could tell our creator what It cannot do, so too can we not tell them what they cannot do. And likewise, we must be cautious of what we teach them is in their capacity. It isn’t your fault Gendlebleth, you didn’t know that such a thing had never occurred to him before, and more than that, that he would act upon it.”

Hearing the words of his friend “you didn’t know,” Gendlebleth felt compelled to pull away, run to the edge of the hill, and begin vomiting. Luciferous looked on after his friend with sympathy before turning back to address the rest of the group.

As all around the circle nodded gravely and sadly while Luciferous spoke, Gendlebleth could be heard in the background weeping between the heaves of undigested bits pushing their way up through his esophagus.

.  .  .

As Cain left the body of his brother, he reflected with pride that he had employed his brother’s technique so well he had apparently scarcely felt any pain as his life quickly flowed from his body. Cain felt something suddenly very heavy and hollow taking up a great deal of room in the middle of his chest, but he prided himself on his work well done, and could not imagine what the meaning of this feeling was as he walked home to dinner.

Shortly after sitting on the ground where they took their supper together, Adam spoke to his son, “Where is your brother Abel?”

Cain looked up at his father, the feeling in his stomach becoming heavier as quickly, nervously, he tried to dodge the question put forth to him, “I don’t know. Am I my brother’s keeper?”

“Are you your brother’s keeper? What an odd thing to say.” Adams face contorted as he strove to suss out what his son’s statement could possibly mean. “The two of you are practically inseparable. I know the two of you have places you go alone, but when have the two of you ever not been present for the grace of the sustenance we receive from That Which Created us simultaneously? If we are very fortunate, your brother brings us the life of an animal that does not understand choosing food, and you bring with you the gifts of the soil, and we eat together. Your mother is preparing the lamb stew now from the work of both your hands and will be more curious, even than I, when she does not see your brother present. You have no knowledge even of where your brother might be?”

Looking into his father’s eyes, Cain could not bear to lie, the pain of weight and emptiness was growing within him as he heard each word of his father spoken. His internal burden seemed to be bursting through him as he spoke the truth lest the pain tear his flesh asunder. Barely audibly he murmured pathetically “Abel won’t be coming to dinner Father. Abel will never take dinner with us again.”

And now the concern began to fill his father’s face as Adam felt a pit begin in his own stomach, “What do you mean son?”

“I thought that if you did not have him to be proud of for the meat he brought you, perhaps you would be proud to have my wheat alone since there would be nothing else to compare it to.”

A bit louder he spoke, “What do you mean, son?”

“I took his life that I’d have no worry as to my own, Father.”

“No worry to your own life? Took his life? What have you done? You could not have killed your brother?”

“I thought that if I worked even harder, planted more crops, did more work creating our house that –“

“You killed your brother?”

“I’m prepared to take over his duties, and –“

“YOU KILLED YOUR BROTHER?” As Adam shouted his question with the boiling blood of all his rage, Eve appeared at the door of the dwelling carrying in her hands the pot of lamb stew she had been preparing for their supper.

Cain’s eye flew to those of his mother. Adam’s head turned abruptly toward his wife almost as though his neck could act like an owl’s. Eve stared deeply into the eyes of her son, then looked at Adam’s, then turned again back to her son’s face. Back and forth between them she looked as the pot in her hands began to rattle in her increasingly unsteady grasp. Finally the finality of the realization was allowed by her to be perceived, and as the pot fell to the floor, the contents spilling out to cover much of the ground of their dwelling, a shriek of pure terror, high pitched, shrill and loud, tore from out of her throat, slicing open the night as though only anguish had ever existed for her and she wished to fill the world singularly with the pain she now felt.

The heavy emptiness that Cain felt in his stomach now filled with that sound of his mother wailing her perfect misery to all of God’s creation as though he were soaking up every decibel like a sponge directly into that hole left when he removed his brother from his life. When, minutes latter, her one, long breath did stop, and Eve fell to her knees, her inhalation a sob gasping automatically to keep her alive through the tears that began to fall, the sound of all that she had emptied through her throat still filled the void that had formed so much weight in the center of Cain. He stood up and stepped toward his mother to comfort her, and as he did, felt a hand grasp the back of his covering by the neck and pull him outside sharply.

He practically flew out the door from the gesture of his father’s adrenalin-filled arm. Cain’s head landed against a rock hard before Adam picked Cain up next by the front of his covering, by the neck, and held his son’s face up to his own, “Listen; your brother’s blood is crying out to me from the ground! And now you are cursed from the ground, which has opened its mouth to receive your brother’s blood from your hand. When you till the ground, it will no longer yield to you its strength; you will be a fugitive and a wanderer on the earth. I cast you from this place that you will never return!”

Horror filled Cain’s face as he cried out up toward the gaze of his father, “My punishment is greater than I can bear! Today you have driven me away from the soil, and I shall be hidden from your face; I shall be a fugitive and a wanderer on the earth, and I long that my mother may give birth that another shall grow quickly, meet me, and kill me.”

“Not so!” Adam spat on the ground, “Your mother did not suffer the pain of your creation and your brother’s that another child of ours would turn its face as well from The Creator Of Life Infinite! Whoever kills Cain will suffer a seven fold vengeance.” And the gash in Cain’s head where his head had struck the rock moments ago began to bleed.

.  .  .

As her wail filled the night sky, the ears of all the angels were filled with the feeling of their hearts sinking to hear the pain of the human woman suffering more greatly than they ever could conceive of being merely separate from the other halves of their selves. Antagnous held Casarta close to her as she heard the pain of the woman losing her children whose labor she suffered that they would know the fullness of life.

Through the heaves of his stomach, and his tears, her sound penetrated deeply into Gendlebleth’s heart where it filtered to a place just beneath it, and stayed even after the sound of the beginning of her profound misery had ceased.

After his vomiting and tears had stopped, and he had been carried back to his tent to sleep, her suffering’s sound still filled him as he continued to weep himself into an exhaustion, and finally slumber.

When he awoke later in the darkness, he could not again find his way to further nightmares as he awaited the rising of the sun. He prayed fervently that a night would come when again his body would follow naturally to its proper place in the mind of the night without fear of what torture his own actions would reflect through the feelings of his existence.

.  .  .

In Its dwelling, the Lord heard the proclamation of Cain’s father, and saw that it was good.

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Angels of Eden: Chapter 10

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on December 2, 2012| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 9 . . .

Chapter 10

Several years later . . .

Gendlebleth sat next to Cain sitting on the fallen trunk of a sycamore tree. “You again, person like me but sent from God?” He addressed Gendlebleth as he looked up at him from where his face had been in his hands just moments before.

“Why such sadness First Born of Our Common Creator Endlessness’ first Creation of It’s own likeness? Do you feel the pangs of loneliness because you have not a companion for yourself as Adam hast of Eve? Have your parents even told you of such companionship and how it is that those in form and mind like you are created from the companion pair proceeding you?”

“Yes, my parents have told me from where I and my brother have come. But, loneliness is not why I’m feeling sad today. Though, as my body has been growing, and certain urges have begun to develop, lately I have been hoping more and more that a sister is born soon . . .

“No, the annoyance of my body is well secondary to the fact that my brother seems to have the blessings of Our Common Origin All-Lovingness greater surpassing my own, and I do not know what I have done, or not done, that I am less pleasing to The Eyes That Know Already My Life’s Every Nuance.”

“Come again?” inquired Gendlebleth. “What has your brother that you have not?”

“As we offered to Our Perfect Commonness this morning the best of the results of the work of our hands, it seemed as though the blood of Abel’s lamb was preferred to the red, ripe seeds I plucked seed by seed, each perfectly intact, from the pomegranate I harvested, and the fullest ears of wheat that I reaped from last planting season’s yield.”

Gendlebleth stroked his chin hairs for a moment thinking over what Cain had spoken. “What makes you think that your offering was not enjoyed equally to that of your brother’s?” Gendlebleth considered that the Perfect All-Unity Infinite, if It were to have a preference, probably would be more inclined toward the offering of a work that didn’t involve pain and death to another living creature. Though, Gendlebleth next thought, he did have a personal bias, and it may be that there would be great enjoyment toward Abel if Abel had found a way to slaughter pain-cognizant food without said food being horror-filled in its last moments of limited awareness . . .

Cain turned to look at his friend in the eyes, “As the blood and Life of Abel’s lamb flowed up, and pooled into, our place of offering to That Which Enabled us Life, two pure, white doves appeared. They landed on the posts erected to signify where we offer the best of the work of our hands. Then, they began singing the sweetest melody I’ve heard from a bird, as though they were trying to speak the approval of our All-Common Creator. They made a show of flying together around the altar for a minute or two, then flew side-by-side upward toward the sun.”

“No doubt the only reasonable places to land for a mile around to two bird-brained beings involved in their traditional courtship ritual this time of year,” Gendlebleth responded helpfully.

“If that were all there was to it,” continued Cain, “I might agree. But, shortly after the doves were out of view, it was time for me to make my offering to The Fullness of Existence. And I did, as I said before, with my meticulously plucked pomegranate and shapely ears of wheat. I placed my offerings in the bowl, and nothing happened!”

“Pardon?” Asked Gendlebleth.

“You heard me, nothing happened! I waited there from mid-day until nightfall and not even a swallow flew overhead. Not a bunny hopped by. Not an ant crawled on the ground anywhere in sight of my offering. Not even a fly could bother buzzing by; not a gnat to feast on what I offered!”

“So you’re lamenting that you’re reaping the very result your brother was named after because a couple of pigeons decided to . . . mate near where he tortured a lamb to death, and you didn’t see any wildlife today after giving of your work?” Gendlebleth’s mood began to lighten as he began seeing a sadness for the first time in his life associated with no merit.

“Actually,” Cain reflected for a moment, “Abel’s method of slaughter seems to cause almost no pain to the animal. I kind of admire his ability to take a life without upsetting that life in the process . . .”

Gendlebleth considered his own previous thoughts as he continued his admonition which seemed to speak of its own accord now without the need to push it out of his mouth, “I mean, have you considered, perhaps, that peace is quite a blessing in itself and that that which created you has better things to do with its time that pat you on the head for a job well done? Your admiration of your brother does you harm if you compare your actions, very different in nature to his, in such a way that you think ill of what clearly is helpful actions on your part since you can feed your family even without the discomfort of taking a life. So the wind does not blow to indicate it is proud of you; how is it you do not take pride in your own work? You do something that is good in feeding your family, does that not fill you with joy enough?”

“Dad prefers the taste of lamb to that of bread. Mom seasons the lamb with the juice of my pomegranates, but it is the accompaniment to his work that is central as good in their eyes. And face it, my fruits don’t fill one’s blood with energy as my brother’s food does. It makes me want to take his knives that I can be commended for feeding the family for a change.”

“Again, you speak of your brother’s work in such a way that you devalue your own. I do not understand this. Your family clearly cannot eat meat every day of the week, where your bread is constant. The butter from the milk of your brother’s livestock is an accompaniment, a compliment, not a curse.”

“You mean what they add to the bread from my wheat that it tastes more pleasing and keeps them warm through the winter and gives them energy through the summer?”

“I mean,” continued Gendlebleth, “that your brother’s work and yours do not negate each other, they augment each other, make each other better. You do good work and it makes life better. If you were to do otherwise, it would not make life better. The results of your actions should be all the sign from Our Mother-Father Life-Giver that you require! It is hebel that you look upon your brother in this way. For an offering such as this I would think a buzzard fertilizing your head would be pleasing enough a response for you!”

Cain frowned, “You admonish me, yet my only desire is that I be recognized as great in character as my brother is. I have never done less than my best in thirteen years of my existence, yet my twelve-year old brother has more smiles of my father, and my fruits and grains cause my mother only more work! What am I to do that I be praised as highly as my brother, that I see myself as well in the eyes of my parents as they see him?”

Gendlebleth felt redness coming to his face as he lowered his tone to cool his own temperament. “It seems, Son Of Man, that you look for your creator to be grateful for your existence where gratitude should be coming rather from you. If you wish to curry favor with the Devine, you ought start by working harder and hebeling less. It’s not like you can just kill your brother, so stop crying in your bread and try to notice what joy you do bring when you’re not obsessing on plucking pomegranate seeds without puncturing their outer coating!”

With this said, Gendlebleth stood up sharply then pushed loudly through the high reeds of the field as he tried to cool his automatic reaction to the wrongness he perceived in Cain’s view of his own good works.

As he watched his back disappearing through the grass, one thing Gendlebleth had said stuck out as clear as the water flowing through the river before a heavy storm.

Shortly thereafter Cain invited his brother to the far side of the field to observe the beautiful flowers that grew in the spring sunlight. Shortly after still, a flock of doves rose high into the sky with a start, and took off toward whatever direction they pointed as though their lives depended upon the quickness of the flapping of their wings.

On the hill above Tartanuan gasped and called over his shoulder for Antagnous to call an emergency meeting. As Antagnous ran through their camp, Gendlebleth stopped her to ask the matter, to which she responded quickly, “Cain has taken the life of Abel.” As she ran off to continue her call to the others, it was then that the words he had spoken came flooding back into his mind. As they gathered to discuss the events of the day, as he entered the outer circle, Gendlebleth felt as though the circle he was joining was slowly closing in on him.

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Angels of Eden: Chapter 9

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

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 8 . . .

Chapter 9

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” spoke Cain.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My word is my oath.” spoke Gendlebleth.

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

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

 .  .  .

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

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

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Angels of Eden: Chapter 8

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In the beginning . . .

Chapter 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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