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In the beginning . . .

Chapter 28: Part One . . .

Initially thought I could do it in two parts. That being said, the end is now. May y’all enjoy reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing it!

Chapter 28: Part 3

Through the flat lands surrounding the villages, over stones where the river’s water is most shallow, and into the wilderness beyond, Enoch’s feet led and Lamelech, Triomvet, Hoflan, and Kleshala followed.

It had been twenty-one days that Dedicated had trusted to the impulses of his feet when, coming to a clearing amidst some trees, Enoch found himself stop. Hoflan, Lemelech, Kleshala, and Triomvet watched from behind the trees as Enoch looked up to see mists rolling in toward him from above. The mist fell upon him and washed him in its moisture as he turned his face into the feeling of having his cheeks kissed by the hand of God; he closed his eyes as he was engulfed in the coolness of the damp air.

Opening his eyes again some seconds later into fog, he saw a shadow that stood as though a tall human through the vapors, descending behind them. As he stared toward that figure, the moisture in the air began to subside, and a being not quite touching the ground was suspended where it floated by six wings pulsing as though water, refracting light as though made of some form of organic crystal.

Enoch was so transfixed by the one before him that many seconds passed as the mists began to thin before he saw from the periphery of his eye another figure. Turning toward the next figure, he recognized a form identical save for the face which was different, though no less beautiful, than the being he had just turned his gaze from. Turning toward this second being his periphery quickly caught again his eye, much more quickly this time, and continuing to turn he rotated fully perceiving that two more being hovered around him so that in all four of these winged people with faces of such extraordinary beauty surrounded him.

As they dissipated the mists, and the sky was again blue overhead, Enoch was not sure if they were now standing or still floating as their feet were obscured by their wings. What was clear, however, was that as the engagement of themselves, as Enoch would engage with his wife, slowed, so too did the mists disperse. The light filling the clearing from overhead, the angel directly in front of Dedicated began to speak, “It has not been unnoticed, Dedicated, that you have chosen to follow a path in your life that you may understand as closely as a being such as yourself can the fullness of What Has Created You.”

After finishing this sentence the angel to Enoch’s right began to speak, “They have determined that such a path should lead any who walk it to the fullness of their desire to, as your mind might say it, know Her.”

And now the next angel to his right, “As is such, in differentiated existence, further understanding, that is experiential, not merely conceptual knowledge, dictates for this fullness of your steps to continue, a form is necessitated differing from that which you have known in your life as you have known your life.”

Finally the last spoke, “So It has offered you now the continuation of your life closer in form to us to facilitate not merely the answer of questions you have not yet understood that you wish to ask, but also that you may serve more fully Actuated Creation as It would wish to be.”

Again spoke the first that had spoken, “He knows you have already walked in understanding of separateness from the physicality you have called yourself by up until the present.”

Now spoke the angel behind Enoch, “Are you willing in the next steps of your journey with Commonness Indivisible Ever-Presence to call yourself by Its own voice to serve the ears of those who hear as you have by listening to the voice of outer appearances?”

Now the angel to his left, “If so, She will guide you to Her and form you between knowledge of her and your instinctive impulse that they should understand what they are made of as you have sought diligently with your being to know what you are made of.”

The angel across from the angel that had spoken previously spoke next, “Though infinite the work of willing service, so too will you know no pain by it as your body would suffer by your intentional creations for the sake of positive synthesis while you have known being from existence close to dust.”

The angel to this one’s left spoke finally, “Shall you join with the offer She has made you in continuity of what your existence has impulsed through you for most of your days to strive toward?”

Dedicated looked in awe from angel to angel before turning to one of them and responding, “Your words are spoken beautifully and well, though I cannot possibly understand what form my existence would take, nor what the fullness of meaning might be to exist as the voice of God. Yet it is my yearning to align myself ever with the Source of All. If this means serving That even in being as I cannot now know what it is to be, I will take the opportunity given me by the messengers sent by What I Seek with the fullness of my being as I do know now to be.

“If you would give me but ten steps more upon the ground with which I am familiar, if such a request does not offend the Lord, I would be grateful to make my peace with my own dimness due to current limitation of being with a final appreciation of what my life has been up until what I am currently perceiving. If such a request would offend, then humbly I beseech no more time be wasted that my ignorance impede upon my own desire ever to fully integrate with The Mind That Has Dictated We Are At All.”

Upon ending his reply the first angel spoke again, “There is no impediment given to your own aim of existence that your request be honored.”

In unison all four spoke finally, “Walk accordingly in service to Whom We All Serve.”

The angel before Dedicated fluttered aside that Dedicated may pass through toward the destiny he had chosen for himself. As he passed them, mists began to rise up behind him as he stepped toward the rays of light penetrating through the tops of the trees. Eight, Nine, Ten steps Enoch walked with God, and then was no more, for God had taken him.

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If you haven’t read any of this yet, might I suggest you start: In The Beginning . . .

Chapter 28: Part One . . .

Chapter 22 (Enoch meets his wife) . . .

Chapter 28: Part 2

Months later, free from thought as subtle plans and preparations were made, Enoch let his wife know that in three days he would dedicate as long a moment as she’d like to her.

The next day a great celebration filled their house as family from all around came to wish Enoch good travels on his journey to come. The following day Enoch made the last of his physical preparations for his walk; clothes, food, a certain stone he had found while visiting the city of Dedicated. On the third day, he wandered down to the river, early in the morning before his wife had awakened, and sat with his feet submerged in the cool, flowing water. His eyes shut, his mind silenced to himself and filled with the world surrounding him; the coolness of his feet, the sound of water and birds and wind, the firmness of the ground and the warmth of the breeze. He arrived home that night, shortly after opening his eyes, and wrapped his arms around his wife, who had long set her body to rest for the night, as he lay down beside her. He breathed in her scent and smiled to feel his heart beat surrounded by her warmth as a tear fell from his eye in gratitude and contentment at where his life had led him. He fell to sleep in her comfort and awoke to the same with her as she too awoke to contentment, and a tear, in his arms.

Before he had said the words, she responded to them, “First you owe me the price of your life in Our Common Creator’s hands.” She bade him dress as she made them breakfast before taking his hand and leading him far from the village where all the others had only begun to awaken from the sun.

She held his hand as she led him ever onward, finally to the river bank where first they had met. On the river bank she brought water to his body, washed him, and he did the same for her. There, where first he had seen her face in the light from above by the flowing waters, there their heads touched and they knew each other throughout. For seven days and seven nights they stayed intertwined as watches banded together to observe from the trees for far longer than initially they believed they were going to. It was then that Lamelech and Triomvet knew that of the four who would monitor Enoch on his journey, they would see him through wherever his feet would lead.

When at last, seven days later, their heads parted from each other, Enoch’s wife again bathed him in the coolness of the river and the heat of the sun, kissed him deeply, then led him back to their home where he had spent most of his life laying his body when it had need of rest. They held each one last time through the night, face to face, each knowing who existed behind the face of the other. In the morning, after consuming food, they kissed deeply, and then, once she had let go of him, he left.

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In the beginning . . .

Chapter 27 . . .

Still a little strapped for time lately. Another three-parter, but a bit more substance substance in contrast to the sandwiching that formed chapter 27. Enjoy!

Chapter 28: Part 1

He entered their home late at night, his feet tired from a very long walk from Dedicated to East of Eden. As he entered their bed, and wrapped his arms around his wife, he could feel her smile in the darkness. Feeling his heart satisfied by her warmth, he decided upon that feeling that he would wait until the morning came before informing her what steps he knew he must now take. With a heavy, grateful heart, he waited for the light of the sun to waken him from a cocoon of bliss mixed with a mind whose singular disruption was too loud for the continued contentment that otherwise silence would bring.

“I wish to ask for your permission, Isha.”

“When, my husband, have you not had it?”

“Nonetheless . . .”

She noticed the heaviness of his eyes as they looked toward the ground in a far corner of the room.

“Look to me, my husband. What thought could be in your mind to weigh your head away from my face?”

“The thought, My Love, that I ought not be here longer.”

Now it was she who paused in heaviness as her mouth hung just slightly open, still in indecision of what answer to make. She swallowed, and he spoke.

“Returning at last, and finding my peace with you, I heard an emotional impulse, brief, as though it were a voice, and in this I understood the meaning. I understood the meaning for as it was interpreted instinctively in my head-brain, my emotional center was tranquil at once in affirmation of what I thought the impulse within me to mean.”

“Why, my husband, will you not be returning?” She responded as though hearing what was upon his tongue’s tip before he had taken the time to form it there by conscious volition of his intellect.

“I do not know, Love. Merely, my feet will not sustain my walk where I arrive, and that it will not be an unpleasantness.”

As she recalled the unpleasant fate of Adam not 57 years prior, she was made uneasy to recall what they all had seen of him, as though a bird fresh for de-feathering. And she was about to speak –

“No, Eden, I do not believe his fate will be mine. Though, I know I will not be able to hold you again as I have been blessed to once I arrive where I am going.”

“Then you have decided this already, husband, and need no word from me to set yourself where your feet will carry you. Begone then!”

“No, Wife. Though I may hear an echo through my mind for as long as my days, until I should become as rigid as the first man dead, if such is my fate, without the joy in your heart for who I am as I am lead on, as is my wish where my heart connects with what moves my feet, I would not break my covenant with you. Rather I please your decision than the whims of my selfishness should the loudness enter your mind as I seek to empty it from mine.”

For a moment she stopped and stared at Enoch. “Will you be leaving immediately, then, at my acquiescence?”

“No, in not so many days, but not immediately.”

“Then I will not hold you back from following what has led you to myself to begin with. I cannot imagine a louder burden to my own mind should I demonstrate ingratitude for the very reason our life began. Only, I know I will miss you besides, and will not take joy in that fact. You have but to make me one promise, and my blessing is yours.”

“You have but to speak it.”

“You will bid me farewell before you leave, and in that moment let me sate myself upon that moment for so long as I desire.”

“It shall be done as you have spoken.”

“Then, Husband, your feet will carry you where they will, and the life that we have created together will fill my heart though I’ll not feel yours beat next to mine again.”

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In the beginning . . .

Chapter 27: Part 1 . . .

Chapter 27: Part 3

Zarnuchtron, and Warmoot decided to return to the lands occupied by the descendents of Adam as Randolfy and Lemisslept decided to reside closer to the city of Dedicated. Warmoot and Zarnuchtron bowed deeply to Casarta’s grace and bid their fellows goodbye before taking up the journey with Childreth and Kakarnan at the edge of Dedicated to witness the path of Dedicated whom walked always with God upon his mind.

.  .  .

In the home of Cain Enoch bowed deeply to his host and hostess whom had housed him for the greater portion of the year; with whom he had shared tales of the descendents of Adam, the intrusion of the angels upon the daughters of Adam, and the lives of the offspring of Dedicated in the same-named city. Dedicated marveled that adam existed where the common father of he and Cain had never sewn his seed, and wondered after what he had been taught him that in the beginning only Adam had existed, the sole human creation of All-Existence-Common-Uni-Being-Endlessness.

And so Dedicated bid the city and cousin that bore his name a fond farewell and began walking in the direction he believed his wife to be, where he had known her to be last, for when he silenced his mind and cleared his thoughts, it was her face that shown clearly to him beyond any other silence he could allow to occupy his self.

As he turned to look a last time upon Dedicated, he beheld it with gratitude as he turned again and set himself toward the place he had known best upon the Earth as his home.

.  .  .

Turning to his wife, Cain spoke, “I am grateful to know that my father began a tribe of humanity after my passing away from him, even if they are ignorant of the fullness that exists beyond where they have so far been.”

“Husband,” replied Camphire, “I am grateful to see wonder and gratitude in your eyes for what your life has brought you.” She gazed within his eyes as she spoke, and as he extended his hands to her, and she took them, he was happy gazing back into the eyes of the consciousness that had brought him to a life far beyond the scream that had filled his ears from his chest so many centuries prior.

.  .  .

In the city of Dedicated, that night all citizens felt their cheek kissed by a warm breeze as dreams of sweet tastes filled their resting minds.

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In the beginning . . .

Chapter 27: Part 1 . . .

Chapter 27: Part 2

“And who is this young man, husband? I was not aware we were expecting company . . .”

“Cami, his name is Enoch.” Camphire looked quickly at her son at the other side of the room. Then to the man she had never met called Enoch before bringing her attention back to her husband’s words. “Apparently after I left my parents they had another son, Seth, and this is my brother’s great, great, great grandson.” Camphire now stared in awe at Dedicated, again looked briefly at her own son, and then back again.

“Welcome to our home great, great, great grand-nephew of my husband.” After making this statement she found herself without further words.

“Thank you.” Enoch replied. “Did I hear Cain right that he called you ‘Cami’?”

“Short for Camphire” replied Cain. “As beautiful a flower as any I could ask. You say my father recently died?” Camphire sat, her gaze still on Enoch with some ammount of disbelief as the conversation continued.

“Yes. It is the first time we have been aware that such a thing could happen without it being caused from outside of ourselves.” Enoch stopped speaking quickly and stared at Cain, not knowing if he had offended his host.

Cain replied, “Yes, in this land death is fairly common when a body becomes old. How it is that I have maintained my own vitality when my family have aged around me as you see, is a mystery to us all. Though she would seem a bit older than I, however, clearly my wife has only become more beautiful since the day we met.”

Camphire smiled up at her husband, “Although I fear I’m currently about as moldy as a plucked tomato left in a bowl in the shade for a month unattended, I appreciate that the love of my husband has diminished no more than his body has over the last several hundred years. But, what brings you to the city of Dedicated young,” and here for a moment she paused as she felt momentarily the dizzying effect of the word, “. . . Dedicated?”

“As I was telling your husband just before you entered, it has become my practice, as a means by which I can feel better connected to What Created Existence, to follow my feet wherever they may take me. So I have found myself here.”

Camphire, still a bit woozy from the wealth of Dedicated in her presence smiled up at her guest, “Well, Nephew, whatever the case, we will be honored to have you stay with us for as long as you like. Enoch, my son, please prepare a bed for your cousin; I’m sure he’s weary from his journey, and would like to rest a bit before we begin exchanging hundreds of years worth of stories.”

And so Enoch prepared a place for Enoch to stay for the time he would spend residing in the city.

.  .  .

Upon entering the encampment of the angels, Childreth, Kakarnan, Randolfy, and Lemisslept were met with smiles, hugs, and their brethren coming out of tents all around to meet those of their own service whom they had not seen for quite some time.

Darwith spoke when all of their encampment had been assembled, “Greetings sisters! Greetings brothers! I see Gendlebleth has returned absent Taolith, what news of how you have come to bless us with your familiarity?”

So spoke Randolfy, “Our good pleasure to meet sister Taolith and brother Gendlebleth along our path to Enoch as we were watching over the path of Enoch son of Jared, son of Mahalalel, son of Kenan, son of Enosh, son of Seth, son of Adam.”

So spoke Antagnous, “Then you have been made aware by Gendlebleth that Cain’s son named both his own son, and the city he came to found, likewise, Dedicated?”

Responded Gendlebleth, “Indeed I have made them aware. I also made them aware of Lamech’s exclamation when he murdered that wanderer into Enoch several years back. I told them of how he is still in deep mourning, even to this day, and about how his wives care for him, and Cain frequently invites him to make productive use of his time as he pays the internal penance of reconciling the fact that he ended a part of his self that was destined to find its own way into infinite re-incorporation otherwise, had he not so suddenly ended the expression of the separateness of himself creating discorporation of its own individuated state of being before it had naturally occurred to organic circumstance that such was the proper transformation of the elements of said young man.”

“Yes,” responded Handoroth, “it is a shame that Lamech was too drunk that night to be able to consciously mitigate his internal impulse of confusion and frustration of pain to stop himself from solidifying that impulse of pain within, apparently to some degree permanently, so long as he embodies differentiation from That Which Created Us All.”

“Aside from the tales of Cain’s children,” continued Gendlebleth, “of which I was thorough in my account, I did hint at, without describing, the wonder that is our common daughter, though blood directly of Antagnous and Lousitous.”

“Then it would seem proper I introduce my own talents without stories of what has been perceived directly by others.” A smile hung from cherry-red lips that poked through the edges of the crowd surrounding Kakarnan, Lemisslept, Childreth, and Randolfy. Then, suddenly, a great brightness filled the air surrounding them. Looking up, a great deal of fire hung in the sky not thirty feet above their heads. Taking a step back, they all could see a gigantic bird made of flame slowly lowering itself toward them, and then all moved out of the way accordingly. The gigantic flaming bird landed upon the ground in the center of the beings surrounding her, and she issued a deafening screech as her head moved from side to side. Then, shortly after landing, she disappeared, leaving not so much as a scorched piece of ash behind where she had stood just moments before.

Stepping forward, her hood around her ruddy neck and smile continuing on her lips spoke Casarta, “I have grown since last I have seen you my family, and I have learned some new tricks.”

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Recalibrating myself a bit, so I’m going to break this chapter up into pieces. Slow but sure, may you enjoy!

In the beginning . . .

Chpater 26 . . .

Chapter 27: Part 1

Enoch was in fact quite surprised to see Enoch next to his father, for Enoch looked as though he were five hundred years older than his father.

As he approached, Enoch smiled warmly at the man entering the room, who shared his name. “Can we get you a cup of tea, Dedicated?” He asked.

Dedicated smiled as he responded to his cousin, “Yes, Dedicated, I’d like that very much.”

Cain looked up to his distant nephew and smiled though his past pulled at him as he braced himself for answering questions about the beginnings of his life, “What has brought you to the city of Dedicated, Dedicated?”

“I have spent my life walking with God. Knowing that there may be an end of my days once I perceived the dissolution of your father’s being, it came to me in my contemplation on That Which Created Me that I spend some time walking with Our Mutual Source of Experiencing All Perception as I haven’t before. And so, as I walked, my legs led me finally to Nod.”

Cain smirked to himself recalling the journey he had once made from east of Eden to Nod.

“And hearing the almost unbelievable story of the inn-keeper in Nod, I felt naturally compelled to seek out the city that shares my name to find out what several months ago I never would have imagined I might be able to learn about myself.”

It was as he was finishing his thought that a woman who looked to be almost as old as Eve herself entered the room.

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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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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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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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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.

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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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