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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

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on November 17, 2012| Leave a Comment »

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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Angels of Eden: Chapter 7

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on November 11, 2012| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 7

Taranzael slowed the enjoyment of himself before speaking to the crowd before her; the mist surrounding him thinned accordingly and mostly burned off by the heat of the sun. “I have come to inhibit the image-creation from returning as per the will of Whom We Serve. They have given unto I this sword by which flame none shall be allowed again entrance to this place designed that no work be needed for the continued existence of those with knowledge of Our Omni-Common Divinity. Because I will sit here with my legs like the creature “lion” as though ever upon a chair, in all Her wisdom have I, along with my brethren who shall be arriving shortly, been named “Cherub.”

Jallastinkedin asked the first question to come initially to all of them as they heard this kindred messenger from on high speak, “She made your body capable of knowing itself?”

“Well,” answered Taranzael, “she’d prefer we be happy while we’re working . . .”

As Taranzael was answering the question put to her by half of her friend, Randolfy walked up with the flayed body of a rabbit in one hand and its pelt in the other. He looked Taranzael up and down as he walked up next to his friend holding the sword of flame; walking up to Taranzael, mostly he was looking down. “OK, Aleph, They’re giving bodies to everyone now? And Bet, y’all get to have that kind of fun while we’re looking down the long cylindrical tube of thousands of years of work in the hopes that just maybe we ever get to see the other set of our own genitalia again? He’s got some sense of humor all right . . .” As he was remarking upon Taranzael’s self-enjoyment, a scent wafted up into his nostrils.

Subtle, yet with the power to make his mouth create excess water-stuff and his stomach tighten in anticipation, Randolfy looked down to where the scent seemed to be coming from. What he noticed was that the half of the de-furred bunny closest to the sword Taranzael was carrying appeared different in color to the rest of the bunny. He held the half-cooked lagomorph up to his face to closer examination, the bunny’s de-skinned foot just in front of his mouth, when Gendlebleth spoke up, “Wait!”

“Let me.”

Randolfy looked and Gendlebleth, then looked at Luciferous, “Sir?”

“If Gendlebleth wishes to be the first to find out if it tastes as good as it smells, it should be he to take the risks upon himself if such is his desire.”

Randolfy held the warm partly-seared body toward Gendlebleth.

Gedlbleth took its body by the neck and spoke that everyone present may hear, “If our bodies may be satisfied and fortified by taking life and raising its temperature to become something we can consume, then death is not merely a curse to all who behold it, nor may be every instance of stopping a life. I feel great pain, and will most likely continue to feel great pain, for having caused all the suffering to this creature I did when it could breathe. Whatever the result of the processes done to it in relation to how I may use it it now, this being once with life and now something changed is a great blessing to me and to us all for teaching us about the sacredness of life and what can be made of it.” With that said, Gendlebleth held the raw half of the bunny in one hand, and raised the cooked half to his mouth where he took a large bite from the still warm, seared flesh.

He chewed, he swallowed, he spoke, “It tastes like a blessing I have taken this creatures life.” He held the remains of the rabbit to Luciferous. As Luciferous took the meat in hand, Gendlebleth fainted.

Luciferous smelled the cooked meat, then held it to Randolfy; Antagnous ran to where Gendlebleth had fallen to make sure that no harm had come to him. Luciferous spoke to Randolfy, “Randolfy, as you have done the work responsible for separating skin from body, and discovered the effect of heat in transmuting its form more into one suitable for our sustenance, you may have of this creature all you want, though I recommend you heat the other half as this half that has been heated first.

Randolfy looked with sympathy at his fallen friend being tended to by Antagnous. He took the body of the bunny from Luciferous and brought it in proximity with the sword held by Taranzael. As he let the rest of the body slowly roast, he inquired of his friend, “So did she embody anyone else who stayed to be able to have as good a time after we left?”

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Angels of Eden: Chapter 6

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on November 4, 2012| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 6

Lousitous and Antagnous slept comforted by the message given to them from themselves, delivered by Luciferous. They were warm and behaved as siblings who knew a secret of experience they could not share with others; even if another knew their story anyway.

In the morning, after the mists had begun to disperse, Luciferous called a meeting among them.

“Now that we are here, we ought to order our thoughts together that we may be able to assist our charge as we have set ourselves to do. Believing that they set themselves against the God that created them to be even as they are now, what is best that we ease their sufferings and point them toward truth?”

Gendlebleth stepped forward and spoke, “They must be freezing out there, let us make for them something to keep them warm. This way, perhaps, they will not loathe that which created them, thinking that despite what they think Divinity thinks of them, Divinity still wishes them some comfort in their existence.”

“You mean a covering, like the fig leaves, but warmer, like the coat of an animal?”

“Yes sir, let us fashion for them a covering for their covering which was created so exposed and vulnerable; something like the creature called “bear,” perhaps . . .”

“I like your thought Gendlebleth, but how do you propose we create this outer-covering for them?”

“Well, sir, we could use the outer-covering of a creature or several we use as meals. Once the animals outer-coverings blood is washed off and dried it should be a simple matter to put the outer-coverings together to form something for them to wear over their vulnerable skin . . .”

“Gendlebleth, are you suggesting we consume a living creature into ourselves rather than taking our nourishment from the fruits of the trees?” Luciferous’ face began to contort slightly with concern.

“Well, yes sir. The Host sent forth the people creatures from the garden. If we are to follow them, it may be we too will not be able to return, and thus must find some form of nutrient intake to maintain our facade of humanity while watching over them. There may be flora to eat, but I would definitely suggest it may well be a matter of survival to eat things that eat what we cannot eat so that we may maintain our own flesh as we experience so that we may understand their experience. While they create from the ground, eating what eats those things they cannot may well be survival for them as they await harvests they have not yet planted so as to reap.”

“But Gendlebleth,” Luciferous nodded his head gravely as he pondered his friend’s words, “What will become of the creatures as we consume them? What becomes of them when we are left with their skins? Will they not shout loudly inside of us after we have chewed them? Will they not feel great pain as we rip chunks of them off from their greater part so that we can fit them inside of us without making our throats feel the discomfort of trying to stretch further than they can?”

As he uttered this, a rabbit hopped right next to Gendlebleth’s foot. Luciferous stopped speaking as he and Gendlebleth looked at the bunny srunching its nose in the warmth of the sun beside where Gendlebleth stood. Luciferous felt a knot of tension in his abdomen as Gendlebleth reached down and picked up the bunny by the back of its neck. He held it before his face, looking at it in the eye, before turning his eyes to Luciferous, “Sir, there is only one way to know for certain.”

Luciferous felt a natural repugnance as Gendlebelth brought the bunny closer to his face. With his free hand he lightly took hold of the rabbit’s paw. He brought the foot into his mouth, and bit down hard. The bunny made a very audible high-pitched sound and began squirming uncontrollably. “The fur definitely isn’t good for eating sir, it will be much better for clothing.” He eyed a jagged stone on the ground close by next to a small boulder. He stepped toward, and bent down to pick up the stone.

“Gendlbleth! You’ve caused that poor creature much pain. Look how it bleeds from its foot. Let it go now, don’t you feel the intrinsic wrong you’re causing to it? What are you doing now?”

Gendlebleth took the jagged stone in his hand as he pressed the rabbit down on its back against the boulder. He placed the jagged stone to its neck right above its chest, and started applying pressure with the stone as he answered Luciferous, “If it cannot be bitten into directly, and I wish first to take its fur for the humans, I figure I’ll just remove its fur first before trying to eat it.” And again the bunny convulsed with all that its body could muster under Gendlebleth’s grip around its neck. As the jagged stone began cutting into its chest, it’s hind legs thumped wildly into the open air to no avail. Its squeal made all in the party squirm, while before some were still resting, now all were awake and staring at the commotion.

As red started to show through the white of the fur on the rabbit’s chest, Luciferous began to scream, “Stop it Gendlebleth! How can you force so much pain on this beautiful creature of Our Common Creator? You’re torturing it! Stop rising in it pain more and more even worse than we all have felt at the loss of our own halves of beings!”

Gendlebleth’s face turned red as he looked at the pain the rabbit was in whose throat he held in his hand, the eyes of the rabbit staring helplessly into his own. He suddenly roared as he grabbed the rabbit by its neck and smashed it as hard as he could against the boulder. The rabbit did not move.

He held it up by its neck, and it hung limp in his grasp, unstirring. He looked over to Luciferous whose face was as though paralyzed in disbelief, horror-stricken. “I wanted it to stop being in pain,” he began averting his gaze from his friend as he muttered almost inaudibly toward Luciferous’ face. “I didn’t know it would stop it.”

“No, Gendlebleth, none of us knew it would just stop. Nor did we know what pain it would feel. But you could have just put it down when you saw it wasn’t happy . . .”

“I just wanted its pain to stop Luciferous. I was so embarrassed by what I’d been doing to it. I just wanted its pain to stop.” He laid the bunny down atop the boulder as he began weeping uncontrollably.

“Randolfy. Please pick up the bunny and the ragged stone and carefully try to remove its fur part from whatever is under its fur part please.” Randolfy did as Luciferous asked as Luciferous walked over to Gendlebleth who seemed now bent on hiding his eyes from the sun as falls of tears fell off the hand he held to his eyes. “Gendlebleth, the sun sees you clearly as do us all, it is no good trying to hide.”

“You don’t understand Luciferous,” he choked on each word he spoke, “it hurts to see the Love that created me after what I just caused to any of Its creation. Gendleneth would hate me fully with all her being had she known how I harmed Our Common Creator’s own flesh with my own hand. How ever can I return to myself after the harm I have caused this day?”

Luciferous’ admonition turned to pity as he rested his hand on the shoulder of his friend, “I do believe that Gendleneth already has forgiven you, such is your nature. If you strive with yourself never again to cause such harm, what pain is caused now to our Common Creator? And apparently, if we are to cloth our charge, we must take, in this moment in time, the breath of life from these creatures that are not aware of life and death as we must be aware of them now. We will invent our life from the ground so that we can stop suffering by our own hand that we might teach these new creatures not to harm themselves by their own, but while we wait for harvests and inventions that we may harm life no more, it seems necessity states we remove several lesser-conscious lives that both they may be not so uncomfortable, and also that we too might be clothed that we are discomforted as long as our time must allow; that we may not look with eyes akin to Lousitous at our sisters, and they with eyes akin to Antagnous at us. From this day, when we take the life of these creatures for our own, may we do it quickly and learn the ways to cause them the least pain possible that they may pass through their existence without discomfort caused by us.”

As Luciferous uttered this proclamation against harm to his siblings-in-kind, the angel Taranzael’s shadow appeared above them as he lowered himself into their midst from on high.

As Taranzael came to the ground, it looked out at those he had known before embodiment had come to them all. He wondered at her ability to discern identity of the faces staring at it despite human visage and the odd sensing that they were all only half of themselves.

In turn, they marveled at Taranzael’s genitalia.

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Angels of Eden: Chapter 4

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on October 20, 2012| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning  . . .

Chapter 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Antagnous, please look at me.”

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

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

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

.  .  .

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

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

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

“You are his other then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Angels of Eden: Chapter 2

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on October 7, 2012| Leave a Comment »

If you’re new to this story, you may wish to start In The Beginning . . .

Chapter 2

And so, as joy began filling them as they knew themselves becoming in terms of body, at the height of their joy, as Luciferous had shown to experience but moments ago, now, with mouths full and fruit half way down each of their gullets as they watched the next stage in Luciferous’ evolution, they paused in themselves between the joy they were physically feeling, and the horror he began experiencing, and they all knew simultaneously in that moment “in between” what Luciferous had not known: anticipation.

Each with hand on fruit, they stuffed one fig into their mouths before reaching for another to continue the ecstasy of sensation. And as bodies formed legs they floated from spirit to form onto the Earth and felt almost as rooted as any tree, as they had not yet learned that their legs could walk from the dirt gravity held their feet steadfastly too. Even in the unpleasantness of growing anticipation, they felt most in the simultaneity the joy of becoming so much as they saw the humans existent. They felt joy in body and being.

As they pondered that their roots could move as they experienced Luciferous chase so naturally, automatically, after that being that had come from himself, without any thought given to it, before they had a chance too to test their own volition, from them two sprung forth of themselves. And they began to know in experience much like Luciferous had already come to find out. Before the terror of the pain they didn’t know they were feeling upon separation, they felt the desire for their other half forming, and the joy of beholding what they so immediately longed for as they formed.

Captive to the attention of themselves, all looked in a direction away from the tree they surrounded as they multiplied from one to two, the pleasure of desire superceding the terrible pain they would all soon realize. Almost simultaneously vaginas pulled from penis’, penis’s pulled from vaginas; the androgyny of the angels begat the duality of their own being, one left behind by the other as the other left that the other might fulfill themself. Around the tree the transformation took place of division; they knew not that they were losing their unity, nor did they know that so soon it would be unity they would seek. First, around the tree, all they knew was the joy in seeing their other.

Some chased immediately as Luciferous had done, others stood transfixed by the beauty of their other, not quite sure what to do but stare as slowly, automatically their arms began to reach out for themselves. And the other explained to each that it was themselves that they were becoming that they might fulfill their intentions of being created on this Earth to help cease the pain of the Humans they had all had spiritual hand in creating to begin with. Each explained to the first that until they became who they came to be, they could not be whole, again know the infinite joy of unity with themselves, who also most longed to be with themselves, but for the sake of the true desire still embodied in them to do what they came here to do, they must now leave until they were able to give of themselves what the truth of themselves truly wished to.

Male and female wept to see themselves leave. Male counterparts held firm the shoulders of female, previously, angels as they explained who they were; holding their female selves just close enough one last time, kissing their hands with both of theirs so sincerely before walking away. Female counterparts knelt on one knee huddled, not looking up into the eyes of their confused male beings as they explained why the desire surging through them could not now be quenched. They kissed the foot of their man very lightly and with a single tear drop before running at full sprint toward millennia away where the promise lasted of meeting again. Held the men’s faces, kissed there cheek and smiled goodbye as slowly they walked away, letting their form seen fully as the men salivated and wept a hatred of all they were left as being. Chases took place all around, and to no avail, as other selves climbed high in trees to explain their existences from a safe distance where their counterpart could not know self restraint. Others fell to Earth much as Luciferous had, knowing the creation of Earth and water, but not from the fall of rain.

And as they were being deserted, as pain ripped through them all to know the loss of themselves who they most wished now, in every sense, to know, the first tragedy befell them. Back turned to the tree, staring after themselves in bitter sorrow, in confused desire giving way to the horrible pain of incompleteness, some understanding that there was nothing they could do for millennia to come, at least, to be whole again, and others so overcome that they couldn’t restrain themselves but pursue themselves despite themselves, not believing the futility of chasing what they had not yet earned from the work of the fullness of the intention of their being to become, from this morass of pain and confusion came a new emotion. And with rage Lousitous again pursued himself, herself, like an animal that had not eaten for centuries and must consume his prey.

From the outskirts of hundreds on one side of the tree, many seconds after she had kissed his head and turned back into the throng where she otherwise would have disappeared from his sight, pain turned to frustration, turned to rage, and he began knocking the others out of his way as he pursued her with the fullness of each of his footfalls. And on the other side of the tree from where they started, between the tree and the outermost edge of the group watching themselves vanish into ages and mourning the temporary loss of themselves, there he saw side by side two backs that looked similar; one he pursued, and the other one of his own kind.

Antagnous held out her hand still to Angnosis, as he called himself, who had kissed it just moments prior after explaining to her why he must leave. Her pain was washing over her in waves unbearably as simultaneously tears streamed down her face and her groin burned unquenched as she watched the perfectly formed buttocks exiting this circle quickly filling with the pain of lusts unrequited, loves unrelenting, and the empty pain of the wrenching and losing of half of all their being.

Lassicity was very obviously too far ahead for Lousitous to catch and hold as he longed to while she was passing next to the form of Antagnous, who remained still and calm in mourning and pain, hand outstretched where it had been kissed so gently moments before. And her back looked almost exactly as Lassicity’s as he saw them for that brief moment stopped together side by side. And then by her next footfall, Lousitous saw her buttock bounce as his hardness strained toward what his body wanted almost as badly as his heart. And as he continued considering Antagnous’ back still within his same field of vision, so very similar to the muscled femininity he had been pursuing with the hurt of desire for wholeness, it was not many strides later that his physical frustrations gave way to his knowledge of futility, and he chose in a way none their, nor anywhere, had considered prior; and he knew not the consequences of himself as he chose from the fullness of his pain in that moment, scarcely cognizing that he was in fact choosing, for in every part of him, mind, body, emotion, he knew that what he chose was not the truth of what he wanted.

And he gave himself up to his knowledge of futility, and the pain he wished not to so completely be engulfing him as it was. And Angnosis was still in view of Antagnous’ eye and hand as Loucitous pounced. She screamed as they fell together.

He wrapped his arms around her, one across her belly, the other around her chest and his hand found itself a firm hold, as he thrust himself into her, and they began their decent to the ground. He became like a wild beast as he knew the pleasure of her warmth fully, hard, repeatedly. She stayed motionless in shock of all that had happened since she had perceived a hand form of herself and it was bringing the fruit the hand was conceived around toward what next existed as her mouth. She felt an emptiness she could never have conceived existed for her experiencing as something in her body was being deeply gratified so very suddenly and the intense pain and agony that had commenced moments prior was now being distracted by the pain of falling, of being used, and the glimpses of something resembling pleasure she was grateful that distracted her from the way her heart continuously burned, much as her groin had burned but few seconds ago. Grateful for something to feel other than the beginnings of pure misery that had just been robbed from her by whomever was now pounding into her body more or less the way she was designed to be pounded into, she began responding, moving herself with and towards the other that her pain might dissolve further. Ever so slightly, it did.

And she responded. She responded as he took his anger, his blistering anger at having already lost when he hadn’t even begun, and grabbed hold of what resembled what he could not now have. He took his most animal impulse and gratified what his body yearned for, what it lacked in separation from his true self. He took Antagnous and felt fully a body much as the one that he had lost along with something good and pure and true about himself that now burned with absence. He distracted himself from his burning chest by gratifying the basic usage of his aching body on this fellow being who too had lost, who was in form supple where he was rigid; soft where he was hard. His strength easily possessed her, and as he took her, he found himself loving her flesh; that her body made his emotions of madness for what had befallen him dissipate slowly as his being gave way fully to the sensations of directing all his energy into the functions of his single outcropping body part. He felt eerily calm as his hands roamed freely and happily to be feeling a form so much similar to the one he had wished so to enwrap him mere moments ago. And as she began moving with him, willingly, his pleasure grew.

And so too did hers as they moved together upon the ground; he arching over her as she struggled herself upward upon her elbows and knees in the hard dirt. He pushed forward, she pushed back, and together something very warm and pleasant joined between them. She was grateful for the hands holding her breast, arms wrapping themselves around her, and in a moment in which whatever was building up could not last, like the popping of a bubble the warmth of white light rippled instantly and quickly through her as she gave herself up to him in that moment, and simultaneously, as he could not resist what formed in him as she began shaking in climax, he too relented to the fullness of feeling in himself unto her, and the brief moment of white light also ripped through him. And as their light converged together, in that one point within her, and they released themselves to each other, that light which briefly, immediately, momentarily, flooded throughout each did not negate, nor could deny, the darkness that never left the deepest recesses of either; the unfulfilled yearning of what they had lost, and what their sole purpose was to regain.

Briefly they quivered and shook in each others arms as finally they were still on the ground with everyone else watching them, their others having long since deserted. He instinctively wanted to ever-so-softly kiss the flesh on the back of her shoulder, but with the natural repugnance for himself, merely laid there his forehead as he began to sob in rhythm to the sobbing that had already begun deeply from within her. And she wept bitterly and long, stream from her eyes filling the cracks in the dirt as she felt the betrayal of herself acutely as her emptiness became fully complete and more than ever, with this experience unique among all the others, and even the humans, alone. His self-hatred pierced through him perfectly as he considered that the action of love he wished most to share with Lassicity he had wasted upon impulses only animal and out of emotions horrid, as he took advantage of the suffering of one of his own, and even did her sincere harm by the volition of his brute force. Within the emptiness inside, and the pain of separation, he hated himself perfectly for what he had allowed himself to do out of his sheer lust and hatred of existence. She felt emptiness as though her own existence were freshly nulled as she considered that she gave of herself willingly what she only ever wished to give back to him when they had earned themselves; she felt separated now not only by time and space, but that by her own hand she had separated herself further from him. She wailed from the pain of losing half of herself physically, and the pain of giving what was already being taken, willingly, which she never wished to give to another. She longed not to feel so alone amongst those now staring at her from the pity no doubt momentarily easing the natural pains the others had to experience without making themselves an object used, something degenerate from the necessary pain already bestowed upon them because of the necessity of their form for creation’s sake. He wept that he was alone and empty; a beast among creatures not succumbed to beasthood. She wept that she had been used animalistically willingly, not from love, but the belief that momentarily forgetting the full force of her pain might kill it entirely, praying in the moments before that paltry pleasure that it would not return, only to find herself now carrying a burden that none of them should ever have to bear. He wanted to make her feel now not so alone, knowing that she could not feel even his touch now as he had burdened his sister with a self-hatred that perhaps even his could not rival. And she knew now something that he did not; indeed not feeling his touch from the place more alone than any of the rest of them could conceive knowing, in pain not merely because she had lost so much of herself as the others, but had also been used against her will, and finally by her own volition, her emptiness and loneliness was made all the more complete by the thorough knowledge within her physical form that she now carried with her the burden of a growing life.

Her blood that mixed with his seed flowed out of her in a slight trickle to the Earth as she wailed through cascading tears for all she had already lost.

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Angels Of Eden: Chapter 1

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on September 30, 2012| Leave a Comment »

In the Beginning . . .

Chapter 1

And as the others were amidst sensations similar to those Luciferous had had just moments ago that they could only describe by relation as most probably “joy,” with mouths filled in mid-chew or swallow with the Fruit from The Tree, they simultaneously paused in sympathy with this new sensation found so suddenly by Luciferoues: uncertainty. Though, as they watched with these new eye things, they began to understand the answer to the question previously posed to The Lord as to why She had referred to Luciferous as “he.”

And as his vagina began to pull away, leaving in tact of his mind everything he otherwise considered to be himself, what separated off with his vagina was a pair of legs; a pair of beautiful, strong, slender, he felt compelled to suck on for an eternity or two before diving into the main coarse, legs. And his eyes found themselves staring at the hind quarters of what separated from out of his apparent body too, and he considered a second coarse of hors d’oeuvre. Finally, accompanying supper, he found before him a chest he would have liked to have made a night-long desert out of as well as a mouth he wished to drink from for the rest of eternity. In fact, as he seriously considered it, she apparently had two cups he would have cared to drink from unceasingly for the rest of eternity. He also felt something burning and throbbing toward her which wanted maybe even more seriously to be cooled in either of those chalices, ideally, it newly occurred to him, while drinking from the other with his ever thirsting lips.

As though possessing no will of his own, he began walking toward her, and as he did, she stepped lightly away with a twinkle in her eye and a smile on her face. He began walking a little faster, and still smiling she backed away with quick hops. And he continued almost to the point of running as she skipped lightly away, her teeth reflecting the light of the sun over her shoulder the entire time.

She was moving far too quick for him, she was still several paces away now. He broke into a full sprint, and when at last he thought he was close enough, that his speed was high enough, that his momentum and one final thrust forward would satisfy the laws of physics and put her finally in his arms where she could not run from and upon other places of his newly formed body which he knew somewhere deeply within him would create a sort of joy known never in all his many infinities of existence, he lunged forward to capture his prey. He lunged forward just as he was passing the outstretched root of a tree, over which he fell, and felt his mouth fill with dirt as his chin dug deeper than his face would have liked into the ground.

As his eyes found her perfectly crafted toes walk into their view, just out of reach of his tongue, which wished now to nibble this not-before noticed appetizer, she giggled. While too in shock from the feeling of sliding naked into dry, hard dirt to move, she extended her index finger to under his chin and lifted his eyes to hers. For a moment his tongue’s starvation faded to the background as his visual intake saw within hers, her. And while by way of his body he still wished to know her, the feast of seeing her beyond body released in him a need to treat her with tenderness as though she were second only to the God he had served so carefully prior to taking allowance of eating the special Tree’s Fruit and knowing little but dissatisfaction and discomfort since he had. Now something more than just his body wished to partake of her, much as he had The Fruit before he had known himself within the confines of body. Where before having his body with hers was all that propelled him forward, now something told him that chasing her so could not give him what he really wanted beyond the feast that was certainly still such a great part not merely to appearances alone. She continued to smile.

“My name is Lucisity, and I am you. When you become like me, wise in reason to restrain yourself so that accomplishment can be as you desired to be, and be here for, then, again, can you know the ecstasy of being once again whole. Until then, Love, I will create myself as you, the wisdom of action without compromise or thought to the inhibition of the fullness of my intent. But for now I must wait for my self restraint to be yours, as your focus in action becomes mine. When you are able to help them finally, sweet face, only then can we realize the fulfillment of ourself together again, when that time has come that we have fulfilled the will of what created us from most high. They let me know I will suffer practicing helping them much as you, which you still find trouble believing. As I become you more, I look forward to believing my inability to help them, for when that day comes I will be coming to a point when I will be able to help them, just as you discover that there truly was a time when you could not have helped them, as you will be coming to a point finally able to help them. And it is then our joy will find each other at realizing why we ate from The Tree as we finally may feast ourself as now we must try to push to the back of our minds.

“I don’t think I could stop if I touched my lips to yours now, so beautiful are you. Take this kiss upon your cheek, and know that it is the greatest joy my life will ever know until we meet again, God only knows how many millennia from now. I’d extend a further sweet joy of feeling your touch on my cheek, but I believe you would regain the strength to catch me as you tried just moments ago, and our existence would be meaningless as they would suffer indefinitely.”

And with that having been said, she took his face in her hands, stroked his left cheek tenderly with her thumb as she brought her lips to his right. A tear rolled down from the corner of his eye toward his nostril as she gently placed his face back to the indentation in the dirt where she had first lifted it from. As he had the good fortune of watching her walk away, she blew him a kiss over her shoulder, and then disappeared behind a tree indefinitely, and it already began to feel to him like forever.

At realizing finally that beneath the awe of becoming as he was now, himself as newly created, half of him had been ripped from him asunder, he felt the pain of having been thusly torn, and the pain shook every atom of his body as it convulsed on the ground where he howled for days with the pain; and the tears from his eyes for what he had become, what he had lost, how hollow he felt, and how incomplete, formed a puddle of mud about his face. He turned to his side when the watery dirt began regularly bubbling into his nostrils. He held himself through the unbearable aloneness and hurt, a mockery of what the pain of being created had left him to feel; terrible, terrible absence.

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In the Beginning . . .

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

A little nervous to begin, but, begin I must! After considering this to be the best way I have to tell the tale, I plan to unwind this story out in rough-draft quality before your very eyes. Donation button to the right and down if my story strikes a particular chord in a way that’s particularly moving down and to the right, and, otherwise, may one and all enjoy my work for all to freely see. Without further ado, I present to you: The Chronicles of The Angels of Eden

Invocation:

Speak Muse of Love, the infinite striving that holds together and gives purpose to what otherwise is daunting within the possibility of infinity which no individuated existence can ever be able to grasp by virtue of the very nature of differentiation.

In The Beginning . . .

“Didn’t that seem like there was something not quite right about that?”

“Really? You’re questioning how We fulfill Our definition of being by manifesting the absolute infinite in all Our creation rather than letting Us all be bored to death by an otherwise flawless creation? Really? I mean, seriously?”

“It’s just that, they were having such a good time. And they really had no choice but to eat those figs. I mean, you set them up to believe that they chose to be miserable.”

“No, We set them up to learn there was such a thing as a choice. Without free will, they might as well just be two more of the Heavenly host, and you know better than anyone We don’t kneed more of you “running around.” I mean, won’t it be nice having something living for its own sake for a change rather than purely for Ours?”

“You know, I don’t know. I mean, You know I don’t know. As an angel, all I know is to serve You; what do I know of choice or its benefit?”

“Ah now, Our human creatures are interesting, but this is more interesting still. Of course their lives are still rather boring without this latest Thought. We mean, one way or another all return Here, and even you know that Here is all the same, but Let’s now fulfill the last bit of this infinite reflection of Ourself. Take a bite yourself.”

“Is that an order? Or is that just more of Your famous sense of humor?”

“None of that now. Just because you didn’t see this coming doesn’t mean We didn’t. They’ll hate you for it at one point of course; just because it’ll be hard for you to learn in the beginning for a completely different reason. But when even you succeed, harmony will be reestablished. It just takes a few millennia. The hard part for you is what you see when they hate you, but it doesn’t last forever. Nothing ever does, you know.

“But We’ll make it fair. Consider the action of genuine intent even more important than the final action of the creation itself. Or, at least as important. If any of you lean so far as Luciferous, take a bite yourself from the tree. That is, his inclination is strongest as the one of you who had the greatest “hand” in humanity’s creation, and thus the greatest desire to see them truly happy. Any others who wish to help him create in them the friction necessary to embody choice, please partake of the fruit. Those who lean toward continuous service of Us, rest assured you will be given more than enough data to satisfy any more paltry curiosities that may or may not flood your understandings.

“Suffice to say, it’ll all work out nicely for them anyway. Consider no matter that you are all working together anyway, albeit from different perspectives, for their best possible result. And in time, even those of you they learn to hate they will again learn to Love, as you too learn to Love the choice you make that you will first come to loathe; those of you whose curiosity is not merely paltry, that is, and who are suffering sincerely from the perceived constraint of not helping them as you feel instinctively within you, to the point of burning, that you wish to do.”

“Just one question, Lord, when you spoke of Luciferous, what exactly did You mean ‘He?’”

“Oh that. Just take a bite and things will immediately begin to become clearer as quickly as you find them clouding over.”

And with that, Luciferous, in its natural form, began combining its substance with the substance of a fig from The Tree, and as it did, it began to see, as though Luciferous had eyes, and feel the fig, as though possessing a hand, and found that the desire to help those who now suffered brought hand toward what began forming as a mouth by way of what naturally seemed structured as a human arm. Luciferous felt what could only be related to from the human vocabulary as “joy” as a scent filled a nose that apparently was being possessed, and a newly formed tongue tingled with the pungence of the taste of this joining with what Luciferous hoped to help, and the separation from the eternity of the Heavenly host whom it had always served as it wished now to serve those Luciferous separated itself into for.

As they saw Luciferous begin this transformation, and they saw the beginnings of a body shake with apparent ecstasy, for that was the only equivalent they knew with which to compare how Luciferous apparently took its meal, they flocked to the tree to each taste the fruit themselves; that is, all those who wished only with the whole of their being to help humanity in it’s beginning life enfolded by apparent suffering.

And with teeth Luciferous ate, chewed and swallowed down what was forming as “throat” the fruit of The Tree of Knowledge. And then Luciferous began to feel its vagina pull away from its penis, and it didn’t quite feel itself, and began apparently a new sensation of feeling: uncertainty.

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Starting Next Sunday: Tygarjas Twyrls Blog Version 3.0

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on September 16, 2012| Leave a Comment »

Last year about this time I made a switch to the format of my blog. The time has come to make a minor adjustment once more. Last time it was the obvious answer to a question I had been asking too many times. This time the answer was obvious before the question was even asked. So, after a year of flexing my fiction muscles, I think it’s time for something that better resembles a story than the free-flow-of-thought fiction I’ve been posting up until now.

The idea for this format of publishing came from the great Mr. Dickens. I remember studying his work Great Expectations and learning that the way that book was originally written was by being published week by week, chapter by chapter in the Newspaper at the time. Since my time to write is severely limited by three jobs, I think this format will keep me fairly well together so that a cohesive work will be created sooner than later. In fact, at this moment in my life, this is the only way I can conceive of writing it at all.

In the following weeks, months, maybe years, I plan on unfolding the story of angels who wanted to help the human race. I will tell a tale that begins in the Garden of Eden, and unfolds right up unto the modern age. Their story of how it happens that they came to help, how humanity came to regard them as demons, and how they redeemed themselves by accomplishing the work they chose to exist so as to accomplish.

This work will be presented in rough draft format. After the work is more or less completed there will likely be an editing process cleaning things up and, depending on my mood, altering the story for whatever reason. Though, I do tend to like what comes out the first time and generally don’t like changing my own work much because I think there is value to the art of the first attempt. That being said, I reserve the right to alter my work if it seems appropriate later on. In the meantime, I will present my work in more than less rough draft format with the belief that a good story will be written as its written, and with the desire that such be the case so that y’all will enjoy continuing to read as time goes on.

If you do like what I write, I have a donation button on the side of the page and welcome any contribution. I’d be very grateful if I can earn a living from my story telling alone, so, every bit helps toward those ends. A buck in my proverbial hat now and then is a welcome incentive! Money aside, I am grateful to be fortunate enough in my life that I can share my stories so easily with any audience, and am grateful that anyone may enjoy my work.

To be sure, may you enjoy!

-Tygar

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