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.
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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.
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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.
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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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