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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