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Chronicles of the Angels of Eden: Chapter 25

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

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 23 . . .

Chapter 25

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

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

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

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

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

.  .  .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Angeles of Eden Chronicles: Chapter 24

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

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 21 . . .

Chapter 24

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

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

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

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

.  .  .

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

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

And so she began practicing.

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

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

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

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

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