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Angels of Eden Chronicles: Chapter 17: Part 1

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on February 3, 2013| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning  . . .

Chapter 15 . . . (Where last we left Cain)

This week I didn’t have quite enough time to finish writing this chapter, so, I present this chapter in two parts over the next two weeks. May it be enjoyed!

Chapter 17: Part 1

“Why would God mislead us into believing that what we saw was what is, when it was not? How is it possible there are other adam?”

“Are you accusing It of lying to us?”

“Have we had news back yet about Cain?”

“Are you now trying to evade my question? Did you just accuse God of lying to us?”

“I’m not evading you. Before attempting to answer what you just asked, I’d like to know that what I’m seeing isn’t merely a figment of my mind and that there are in fact people there, and what exactly the nature is of Cain interacting with that person. Has there been word back, or have Ternaddain and Darwith not been closer than this, and did Telnaxson and Ceaslar decide to be the first to undergo this unheard of task?”

Ternaddain spoke up, “We sent for them quickly after noticing that their smaller frames would be more helpful to observe unseen amidst so many people.”

“Then there are other people! She may not have lied to us, but why would He show us only one, then two created, and not the rest?”

Gendlebleth spoke up at this point, “We were not looking at the rest of creation that third day. Nor were we the sixth or the eighth. Our focus, though it could have been otherwise had we chosen, was only ever on the garden for we believed our focus there to be the will of What we served then exclusively. Had we chosen, which we would then not, perhaps then we would have seen the entirety of the creation of the species of animal known as humanity.”

They all nodded gravely in agreement at Gendlebleth’s recollection of what they had all experienced.

So spoke Antagnous, “If they were not there too in the garden, do we serve them as we do Cain?”

.  .  .

Shortly after arrival with the rest of the group, Ternaddain had met with Telnaxson, Ceaslar and the others minus Antagnous, Gendlebleth, Lousitous, and Casarta. While Cain still slept mid-way down the hill, she had advised Telnaxson and Ceaslar continue watch due to their size and ability to hide themselves from those they might encounter. Telnaxson and Ceaslar arrived just in time to relieve Darwith and observe Cain make his way slowly and groggely to the inn below in the town of Nod.

It was there they observed the inn-keeper feed Cain; clothe him, give him a place to rest, and converse with him about his life. Cain said merely that he was a traveler who was too ashamed of his past to speak of anything more than the joy he had once know tilling soil and harmonizing with the rising vegetation which had always sung its splendor unto him. The inn-keeper smiled as Cain spoke and responded to him, “Upon the morrow there’s a man I’d like you to meet . . .”

Before long a second watch was sent mid-way down the hill to observe movement from a distance to keep track of the first watch should Cain be moved elsewhere in this small town that was bigger than any communal construct the angels had seen before.

Before daybreak a network of six watched at various distances they deemed to be safe from being found by the other inhabitants of Nod while they continued to watch what was happening to Cain.

Cain awoke with the sun and was taken by the inn-keeper to a small farm at the outskirts of the town. Remblelok and Lajiel listened at the door to the conversation that took place there between the farmer and the inn-keeper. “This young man wandered into my inn just yesterday morning looking like he’d never seen civilization in his life. It’s not like me to give free food and lodging, but he looked like he could use a friend for a moment to help him find his way. Anyhow, when he mentioned something about taking joy in singing with food from the ground, it sounded like he might make a half-decent apprentice to you. I figure if he works out well, you’d perhaps be willing to supply me food from the ground trade-free for two planting seasons. And of course, if I have merely burdened you with an imbecile who likes to talk to plants, I’d be happy to give you free intoxication at my bar for a half of a year, and I’ll split with you whatever profit I could glean by selling him off as a slave at the season of the market two weeks past the large mountain. Win-win. What do you say?”

Upon hearing the word “slave” Remblelok and Lajiel looked at each other and shrugged. It was a word neither had heard before, and had no intuitive knowledge of as they had with the other words of Man.

The farmer replied, “A fair trade indeed. This will give him a fine way to earn his keep in Nod, and I think that we will be grateful in feeding each other in accordance with the creation this young man’s work yields for us all accordingly. Does he have a name?”

“Cain, sir.” Replied Cain.

And the farmer began to address him directly now. “And does this arrangement seem fair to you Cain, or shall we sell you to others immediately as a way to replenish the resources already expended on you by Len and the time that I could have been spending already this day in my fields?”

“The opportunity you give me to work for my pathetic existence is more than generous sir,” responded Cain.

“So it shall be, Cain. Call me Growvner. I am happy to have a new pair of hands to help me bring up the food with which I share with the town.”

And so Cain began his life with the farmer called Growvner.

.  .  .

Initially Cain was taught how to make tools for working the soil. Since the town relied greatly, in part, on Growvner’s farm for the food for the year, he was cautious not to let an apprentice actually touch seed to soil before they had been observed for a full year’s time. Cain was a quick study, however, in learning to make new tools, and cultivating fertilizer, and learning about the local fruits and vegetables that were grown in the region.

Meanwhile, as Cain studied under Growvner, the humanly-embodied angels observed not only Cain’s new life, but also the town of Nod. They studied the clothes the people wore, the foods they ate, and the way they conducted their community. They also observed when anyone from outside the town entered and left and also how they were dressed.

After a short time watching the techniques of making clothing employed by the townsfolk of Nod, and the garments warn by those apparently only passing by or through the town, the men and women angels began to make garments closely resembling those they thought would pass for an indicator that they were visitors from elsewhere looking for temporary lodging, and perhaps to briefly sell in the town their wares. Before the first year in Nod was through, four angels managed to pass unnoticed through the town to keep track of Cain while many people passed by virtually unquestioningly. Even Cain, who had ever only met Gendlebleth, never suspected the “visitors” he briefly met in passing were angels who had been observing him for as long as he had been alive.

Now watching over the boy took place in shifts of two months rather than half a day, and monitoring was establish from very close in broad daylight as well as in the shadows as well as at a long distance barely within sight. Before leaving the community so that “new visitors” could take up the watch, the angels made sure always to trade goods for raw materials with which they could make new goods for the next watch to sell when they arrived in town. The angels, in this way, became rather inventive in crafting exotic-seeming jeweleries, clothes, and tools they could trade with the town to maintain the premise that they were in fact passing through to do business. And, they pleased themselves with the notion that perhaps they were in some way making the lives of these human beings better as they introduced new objects for them to enjoy into their community.

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Angels of Eden Chronicles: Chapter 16

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on January 28, 2013| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 14 (When last we left Adam and Eve)

Chapter 16

“She named him ‘Appointed?’”

“I was there myself to hear the naming,” responded Tartanuan.

Lemothta continued to question the name, “Seems a bit blasé, doesn’t it? I mean, ‘Woe is me so this’ll have to do in the place of what I lost?’ When they finally connected again to create this life it was so spectacularly beautiful and all. I just expected their son’s name to reflect the beauty of his point of creation.”

Luciferous spoke up at this point “His name reflects her belief that still, even after driving them out of The Garden, even after both her children were so savagely taken from her, she still believes that that which created her, created us all, has done so specifically for the results of the experiencing of the good she felt throughout her that night that her son was created. Apparently she believes he is a creation Appointed to take the place of the sons that were taken from her. As though this ‘Appointed’ is a gift from Our Creator Itself. There’s nothing blasé about his name, his name speaks of he being her solitary hope from out of all the suffering her life has been this century she has existed. He is the one appointed to continue humanity now that Cain has been driven away where no daughter could exist to create offspring since Adam and Eve are the only people thus far existent.”

They all nodded in concurrence as Luciferous defended the name given by Living to her son.

 .  .  .

As time went on Adam created with Eve more sons and daughters. And as time went on, these sons and daughters made amongst themselves many more human beings in kind. All, that is, except he who was called “Appointed.” One day, concerned that Seth had not yet known one of his sisters, Adam took him aside and voiced his concerns.

“Son, you are already more than a hundred years old. Your brothers took to the blessing of knowing their sisters generally around the age of thirteen, as young as eleven! For one of your sisters to be much older that eight years old before becoming a helper to one of your brothers has been virtually unknown. Son, you must swell with frustration to see your sisters blossom into the maturity of child-bearing age. Why have you not yet claimed one of your mother’s daughters to accompany you through your life?”

And so Seth responded to his father’s earnest concern, “Father, it simply has not seemed natural to me to take one of my sisters for a wife. Not that they are not even surpassing in beauty of my mother, but it always seems unnatural to me to consider any of them who have not yet reached a child bearing age as being able to be a companion to me. But rather, they seem so much as being like myself, I feel compelled to teach them about living; give them the tools to exist joyfully. And those of childbearing age, I have seen them grow from my mother’s womb and my brain. They are beautiful, and almost impossible to pass up in light of my physical frustrations, but most are by then my brother’s wives, and besides, by this time in my life I have learned well how to control the frustrations of my body, and they seem too close to me in terms of friendship and camaraderie that I would think of them as anything but the family with whom I have grown up. There simply seems something unnatural about the thought of taking my sister into my bed.”

“Besides,” continued Seth, “it seems too frequent for my tastes that my nieces and nephews are larger in size than seems proper, and always the large ones seem not as easy to teach, and ever more quarrelsome than the rest of those more in appearance like you and I and the children of my brothers and sisters who also are not so large in body combined with such a differing mode of mind.”

“Nonetheless,” responded Adam, “It is not good that a man should be alone. It seems like there is less of this, as you say, gargantuanism, from the offspring of my grandchildren who choose not to marry their siblings. Perhaps if you chose one of your nieces instead to wed . . .”

“Still such a thought makes me uneasy father. There simply seems something inherently wrong about claiming a young girl who is not old enough to make up her own mind or succeed at any trade on her own as a wife, especially when I continue to feel awkward at the idea of one of my own blood who I help in raising as any more than a friend and a member of my community whom I work beside in creating our life.”

Adam thought for a moment or two. Then, his countenance lifted, “Son, do you know very well my great, great, grandchildren who have settled to the far south west of where your mother and I have our dwelling?”

“I have been invited to dinner there with you and mom when their parents had invited us with my other brothers and sisters to their house, but I don’t think I’ve seen them in over ten years.”

“Yes. They tend to like to keep to themselves. They have taken to a rather odd thought that their children should be a certain age before they take spouses, and that their children should connect some way in mind before connecting in any way in body.”

Seth’s face brightened as though he had just been told he was not the only man on Earth.

“It has something to do with problems my great grandson had had when he was fifteen and took his wife, then six, to be his companion. But what they had decided was that any sooner than twelve was a bad idea for their daughters, and that at least twenty was appropriate for their sons. I’ve even heard it rumored that they’d prefer both sons and daughters to be thirty years old before choosing companions who are, specifically, not their own siblings. Anyway, they happen to have three daughters, each two years apart in age, who are not married, and, if memory serves, the youngest is fourteen; she’s just beginning to ripen! If you do not object, son, may I arrange for you to have dinner with my great grandchildren’s family?”

After considering, briefly, his loneliness and frustration of body at war always with his natural repugnance for taking to bed a young girl who he was just beginning to instruct in proper speech and creating tools of life out of other materials, he acquiesced to meeting his great nieces and seeing what feelings he had toward them upon meeting them.

 .  .  .

And so at that dinner Seth met Lila. She was the oldest of the sisters, and he enjoyed speaking with her more than the other two. She had many fruitful thoughts about ways she thought it was proper to live life based on what her parents had taught her, and, much more importantly, what she had seen herself of the world over the eighteen years she had been alive. To converse with such a beautiful young lady who found a natural repulsion at the thought of knowing her brothers, and who couldn’t imagine merely indulging the animal urges of a boy less than fifteen years of age, he asked if he might return to meet with her again. She blushed as she told him that she’d like very much the opportunity to speak with him further.

While Lila’s parents were hesitant to let Lila out of their house with Seth, telling her always after he had gone that if there was any doubt in her mind whether she enjoyed Seth’s company enough to spend time with him raising children for the next several hundred years, she ought take a decade or two to give it proper thought, Lila was little more than twenty when she snuck off into the field with Seth, and they knew each other.

The angels were delighted when, 105 years after his own birth, Appointed and Lila named their son exactly what he was: Human Being.

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Angels of Eden Chronicles: Chapter 15

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

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 11 (From 11 to here tells the story well.)

Chapter 15

Many times the sun rose and fell as they walked ten miles behind The Created One. At all times two kept within seeing distance of him, yet out of sight of him, and at night they changed their watch with the main group following behind. Each night, midway, watches would exchange news of the day before completing the short journey to their respective placements.

One particularly lovely day, when the sun was warm and the breeze was cool, the party found themselves surrounded by a particularly beautiful green patch of land. They delighted in fresh water from a stream, and wild-growing foods to eat. They were grateful to not feel the need to kill lizards or birds that their bellies would feel calm.

Gendlebleth had been on his own feet almost exclusively for the past 20 days, and he was thankful toward the mercy of his current existence to find that when he had finished eating his fill of the local berries and plants, and had washed his throat of food and dryness with the cool water of the stream, he felt no urge whatsoever to vomit it back up. Even his nightmares seemed less filled with the blood of Abel screaming to him from the faces of small woodland creatures; all slept well that night.

.  .  .

In the morning, at the changing of the watch, rather than at the five mile mark, Ternaddain and Darwith were met instead before they had walked much past two miles. “Ternaddain, Darwith! Blessed be The Name we found you! Though he is not like to wake for three more hours, rush to where he sleeps lest our watch be lost!”

Ternaddain and Darwith glanced at each other in brief hesitation out of confusion between what they expected their morning to consist of, and this seemingly anomalous message they had momentarily ago received from their brethren.

“You’ll understand when you arrive yourselves, just be quick as we urge the others on closely behind you!”

Despite the inability to understand, Ternaddain and Darwith began in the direction of Cain as quickly as their legs could carry them. When they had reached the top of a particularly steep hill an hour later, huffing and drawing in air heavily, they gasped an extra time in disbelief.

.  .  .

Upon arriving shortly after alerting Darwith and Ternaddain, Handoroth and Caldas woke the others and bade them travel now as quickly as they were able. So spoke Warmoot, “Why do you bid us with such haste and urgency?”

So responded Caldas, “The breath that would tell you what you will not believe but heard through your own eyes would be better served catching up to Darwith and Ternaddain as quickly as our legs propelled by the wind in our chests will allow. Let us move at once!”

And so it was that a swarm of bodied angels ran toward the hills before them, save for Gendlebleth, Antagnous, Lousitous, and Casarta. As the others ran ahead it was agreed that Casarta’s size necessitated one stay behind with her pace, and Gendlebleth’s current infirmity necessitated not a companion to keep with him pace, but two to catch him should he fall. Casarta’s parents being the obvious choice to stay with her, they quickly decided to be companions to Gendlebleth, whom they wished not to leave alone with his own pain rather than Lousitous simply carrying Casarta on his back to keep time with the group as a whole. As a family they traveled to where they supposed the others would be not much more than ten miles ahead where they currently began their own journey toward re-coalescence.

Two hours later the band of four gasped in momentary disbelief at the top of the hill; they saw they would not have very many miles left to walk to catch up to the others.

.  .  .

Cain stumbled, tired, dusty, and weary from travel through the open door, and threw himself onto the wooden bar. As Cain looked up toward the man cleaning the cup in his hand with a scrap of cloth, the man looked back down at Cain and spoke, “Well now, if ever I saw a man in need of a drink . . . A traveler if ever I saw one; I’d recognize that mark on your head from a mile away if ever I’ve seen it before. Don’t suppose you can contribute to my existence as I get you washed up, fed and settled for the night, but we’ll figure that all out once you don’t seem quite so close to fainting from exhaustion. Looks like you arrived just in time. Welcome, stranger, to Nod!”

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Angels of Eden Chronicls: Chapter 14

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on January 12, 2013| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 10 (Because it leads nicely up to where we are now.)

Chapter 14

“As we feared, his name wrought the prophecy of his life.”

“Yes, but perhaps we had a hand in it more than any ill-thought through word of his parents.”

“At any rate, we will be careful not to come in contact with them again until they have formed of themselves so many after so many generations, that we will seem only to them as others like them in nature.”

“And at this rate, how many centuries do you figure that will take? I mean, how long is their natural lifetime going to be anyway? Now we know they can die just as the slaughter of any animal of Omnipresence’s creation, but how long is their natural lifetime that a time might come when any not recognize that we did not come of existence as they have come to exist?”

“As we knew we would have time to, the time we have shall be bidden until a time comes when we can be beings not merely passive. And when that day comes, may we have learned from them that we can assist without burdening them as so far we have done.” So spoke Luciferous.

“Yes, but we have done some good for them.”

“And we will again, more so even, but first we will bide our time that we will harm them no longer. For all the work we have enacted, how quickly we have undone the greatest of our intentions.” So spoke Luciferous.

“And should obvious action to take come?”

“Who here would deny assistance be given them cleanly in a moment in which they truly required it for their greatest possible outcome?” So spoke Luciferous, and in reply came the peace and stillness of the night.

.  .  .

And in despair of the one called “Living,” her husband from his own grief and anger knew confusion as he offered his hand to his wife in consolence she often refused, and was seldom for even a moment appeased by.

And the angels watched with heavy hearts, despairing to see two men, once lovers, reverted by emotion to a state resembling that of the animal called “gorilla” trying to communicate in a language of only emotion-filled gestures speaking of wants they seemed to posses no word with which to articulate to each other.

And after several years time, they found with out words that the mud of their beings settled, and the waters of their souls were clear that they may recognize each other through clear water, and know each other from the experience of making peace out of the wars within that they had suffered through no faults of their own.

They were no longer separate by their pain grief and confusion, and touching head to head to feel each other’s thought as though one, so did the belly of the Living One grow with the co-created child of Man.

And so it happened, 130 years into the life of Man, Man’s third son, Seth, was born.

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Angels of Eden: Chapter 13

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on January 6, 2013| Leave a Comment »

Happy New Year!!!

Time to continue the chronicles. We began here. And, we wound up here. And so, here we go . . .

Chapter 13

There he lay in a field on a warm summer day. The radiance of the Ever-Creator feeding all of existence directly shining down upon his face as the flowers drank it in to create their own blood, and every animal ingested it into their eyes to see by. Gendlebleth felt the warmth of ever-filling mercy as the grass swayed gently around him.

As his skin drank in the radiance of Omni-Existence’s Love, he thought he felt the ground beneath him shudder. It was almost an after-thought in the light of the Divine, but it called his thought from the sound of the sun’s gaze. As he felt the warmth, so too did he begin to feel earth beneath his back begin to ripple against his spine.

He made himself ready to roll onto his side to see if a gopher was not about to make its way above the soil’s surface when a bloody hand, Abel’s hand, gripped around his ankle from below where he lay.

Gendlebleth awoke with a start to find himself being carried between too wood poles atop the sewn-together skins of animals by his brothers and sisters. As the sun shined brightly upon him, Darwith inquired of him, “are you okay brother?”

Light almost blinding him, Gendlebleth answered toward the voice of Darwith, “I am. Just more nightmares.”

He next heard the voice of his friend and sister, “Do you need water, brother?”

“No Antagnous, I wasn’t sleeping for that long. He still walks?”

“Sometimes he leads us in circles for days, though lately he’s been heading at daybreak toward the sun, and has kept it in relation to him as he walks so that his course is fairly due East. I think it has been almost thirty risings and settings of the sun now that we’ve been following him.”

“If Our Creator does not send my sleeping visions to mock me, then it is my mind that rightfully will not stop hating itself that has kept my body unable even to stand by virtue of its own capabilities. That I can not move myself is worthy of my crime, I should be left and no longer made to be a burden of by the lot of you carrying my body around as though I am a baby without muscle mass to raise myself to my own feet. Let me lie here until I can forgive myself enough to regain the ability to crawl, and I will find you some centuries later when I am worthy of groveling in the shadows of you who would still make of me a companion on this journey at which I seem not able to step in the right direction by virtue of some flaw in my nature.”

“Certainly if you wish to annoy us further with such talk,” responded Antagnous, “I’ll be perfectly happy to stitch your lips together so that we can be spared your vain tongue waggings further. But, we all knew the boys fate was near as good as sealed when his mother and father agreed together to call him an offering to the wind by name. I hope none of us, including you, are at least stupid enough to doubt the Absolute Will of The Lord Our In-Transmutable Law which every rock or conscious will must obey.

“This may be more painful a lesson than you’ve been able to bear on your own thus far, but, this is all these events are are a lesson to us all, and you will know this lesson better than all for which you and the rest of us are blessed by same law that damned the second one to the fate we all find so distasteful. Give it a few more days and you’ll be able to stand well enough without vomiting immediately, and wherever you may find yourself inclined to fall, we will be ready to catch you.”

“It’s divine mercy for the moment feels like spite to me. Though, if truly I am able to help them where otherwise I’d not have been, however many eternities declare me worthy to return to myself, I will recall the blessing then of my own self-damnation this day. Thank you and you all for carrying me forward when I could not carry myself, for the enormity of my potential’s smallest part was too much for me to bear.”

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Until next year . . .

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on December 29, 2012| Leave a Comment »

Happy New Year everybody!

The story will continue next year, but, until then, may all be safe and happy!

To be continued . . .

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Angels of Eden: Chapter 12

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

Still getting back into writing mode. This “chapter” is short, but will lead into things to come. Enjoy.

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 11 . . .

Chapter 12

“Mommy, where are we going?”

As she picked up her daughter Antagnous answered, “Where once we were one, now it is time for us to become two, Casarta. One half of our group will stay here to watch over Adam and Eve at a safe distance and look for any chance we might be given to assist them. You and I and your father and the rest of us who are dividing off from the rest of the group will follow Cain to the East where he has fled.”

“Will we see the others again Momma? Will we ever see Brother Luciferous again?”

“My child,” Antagnous couldn’t help but smile, “our life is long, and I cannot imagine we will not meet up many times and disband many times as we strive to fulfill our duty. If we will not see them again in this world, though, know that there will come a time when all of us again will be united in The Light from which we have come.”

 

Tears filling his eyes as he wailed in harmony with the sound of his mother’s cry pushing its way ever as though trying to escape from out his chest just below his heart, Cain ran toward the East as fast as his legs could push him. Sleep came when he fell. Then he would rise again and push on. Where something looked like food, he would eat, but only when his stomach burned loudly enough that it could be felt through the terror of his mother’s voice ever flooding through him without end.

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Angels of Eden: Chapter 11

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on December 9, 2012| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 10 . . .

Chapter 11

Gendlebleth stood alone in a field surrounded by high grass and purple and blue and red and white and yellow wildflowers. Up next to his foot hopped a bunny rabbit. Gendlebleth stooped down and picked the bunny up by the nape of its neck and looked at it in the eye. As he stared into the face of the bunny, and the bunny stared back into his eyes, the corners of his lips were raised into a smile; pure joy. His hand next closed around the bunny’s neck, and he brought its body down against a large boulder repeatedly: WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Down came the body of the rabbit in his hand no less than two dozen times against the rock when finally he stopped.

The bloody, broken body of the small animal hung limp in his hand; half of its body missing meat and skin and bone dripping the liquid still barely left in its body. As he held it up by the neck to look into its eyes, it was the dead, glazed visage of Abel staring back at him.

Gendlebleth awoke out of his nightmare in a cold sweat. He recalled how the meeting had gone earlier that night. After entering the ring of the other angels, Luciferous had come straight to him and immediately embraced him tightly as Gendlebleth wept openly and freely in his arms. He spoke to the entire group as he spoke to his weeping friend, “They have free choice. No more than we could tell our creator what It cannot do, so too can we not tell them what they cannot do. And likewise, we must be cautious of what we teach them is in their capacity. It isn’t your fault Gendlebleth, you didn’t know that such a thing had never occurred to him before, and more than that, that he would act upon it.”

Hearing the words of his friend “you didn’t know,” Gendlebleth felt compelled to pull away, run to the edge of the hill, and begin vomiting. Luciferous looked on after his friend with sympathy before turning back to address the rest of the group.

As all around the circle nodded gravely and sadly while Luciferous spoke, Gendlebleth could be heard in the background weeping between the heaves of undigested bits pushing their way up through his esophagus.

.  .  .

As Cain left the body of his brother, he reflected with pride that he had employed his brother’s technique so well he had apparently scarcely felt any pain as his life quickly flowed from his body. Cain felt something suddenly very heavy and hollow taking up a great deal of room in the middle of his chest, but he prided himself on his work well done, and could not imagine what the meaning of this feeling was as he walked home to dinner.

Shortly after sitting on the ground where they took their supper together, Adam spoke to his son, “Where is your brother Abel?”

Cain looked up at his father, the feeling in his stomach becoming heavier as quickly, nervously, he tried to dodge the question put forth to him, “I don’t know. Am I my brother’s keeper?”

“Are you your brother’s keeper? What an odd thing to say.” Adams face contorted as he strove to suss out what his son’s statement could possibly mean. “The two of you are practically inseparable. I know the two of you have places you go alone, but when have the two of you ever not been present for the grace of the sustenance we receive from That Which Created us simultaneously? If we are very fortunate, your brother brings us the life of an animal that does not understand choosing food, and you bring with you the gifts of the soil, and we eat together. Your mother is preparing the lamb stew now from the work of both your hands and will be more curious, even than I, when she does not see your brother present. You have no knowledge even of where your brother might be?”

Looking into his father’s eyes, Cain could not bear to lie, the pain of weight and emptiness was growing within him as he heard each word of his father spoken. His internal burden seemed to be bursting through him as he spoke the truth lest the pain tear his flesh asunder. Barely audibly he murmured pathetically “Abel won’t be coming to dinner Father. Abel will never take dinner with us again.”

And now the concern began to fill his father’s face as Adam felt a pit begin in his own stomach, “What do you mean son?”

“I thought that if you did not have him to be proud of for the meat he brought you, perhaps you would be proud to have my wheat alone since there would be nothing else to compare it to.”

A bit louder he spoke, “What do you mean, son?”

“I took his life that I’d have no worry as to my own, Father.”

“No worry to your own life? Took his life? What have you done? You could not have killed your brother?”

“I thought that if I worked even harder, planted more crops, did more work creating our house that –“

“You killed your brother?”

“I’m prepared to take over his duties, and –“

“YOU KILLED YOUR BROTHER?” As Adam shouted his question with the boiling blood of all his rage, Eve appeared at the door of the dwelling carrying in her hands the pot of lamb stew she had been preparing for their supper.

Cain’s eye flew to those of his mother. Adam’s head turned abruptly toward his wife almost as though his neck could act like an owl’s. Eve stared deeply into the eyes of her son, then looked at Adam’s, then turned again back to her son’s face. Back and forth between them she looked as the pot in her hands began to rattle in her increasingly unsteady grasp. Finally the finality of the realization was allowed by her to be perceived, and as the pot fell to the floor, the contents spilling out to cover much of the ground of their dwelling, a shriek of pure terror, high pitched, shrill and loud, tore from out of her throat, slicing open the night as though only anguish had ever existed for her and she wished to fill the world singularly with the pain she now felt.

The heavy emptiness that Cain felt in his stomach now filled with that sound of his mother wailing her perfect misery to all of God’s creation as though he were soaking up every decibel like a sponge directly into that hole left when he removed his brother from his life. When, minutes latter, her one, long breath did stop, and Eve fell to her knees, her inhalation a sob gasping automatically to keep her alive through the tears that began to fall, the sound of all that she had emptied through her throat still filled the void that had formed so much weight in the center of Cain. He stood up and stepped toward his mother to comfort her, and as he did, felt a hand grasp the back of his covering by the neck and pull him outside sharply.

He practically flew out the door from the gesture of his father’s adrenalin-filled arm. Cain’s head landed against a rock hard before Adam picked Cain up next by the front of his covering, by the neck, and held his son’s face up to his own, “Listen; your brother’s blood is crying out to me from the ground! And now you are cursed from the ground, which has opened its mouth to receive your brother’s blood from your hand. When you till the ground, it will no longer yield to you its strength; you will be a fugitive and a wanderer on the earth. I cast you from this place that you will never return!”

Horror filled Cain’s face as he cried out up toward the gaze of his father, “My punishment is greater than I can bear! Today you have driven me away from the soil, and I shall be hidden from your face; I shall be a fugitive and a wanderer on the earth, and I long that my mother may give birth that another shall grow quickly, meet me, and kill me.”

“Not so!” Adam spat on the ground, “Your mother did not suffer the pain of your creation and your brother’s that another child of ours would turn its face as well from The Creator Of Life Infinite! Whoever kills Cain will suffer a seven fold vengeance.” And the gash in Cain’s head where his head had struck the rock moments ago began to bleed.

.  .  .

As her wail filled the night sky, the ears of all the angels were filled with the feeling of their hearts sinking to hear the pain of the human woman suffering more greatly than they ever could conceive of being merely separate from the other halves of their selves. Antagnous held Casarta close to her as she heard the pain of the woman losing her children whose labor she suffered that they would know the fullness of life.

Through the heaves of his stomach, and his tears, her sound penetrated deeply into Gendlebleth’s heart where it filtered to a place just beneath it, and stayed even after the sound of the beginning of her profound misery had ceased.

After his vomiting and tears had stopped, and he had been carried back to his tent to sleep, her suffering’s sound still filled him as he continued to weep himself into an exhaustion, and finally slumber.

When he awoke later in the darkness, he could not again find his way to further nightmares as he awaited the rising of the sun. He prayed fervently that a night would come when again his body would follow naturally to its proper place in the mind of the night without fear of what torture his own actions would reflect through the feelings of his existence.

.  .  .

In Its dwelling, the Lord heard the proclamation of Cain’s father, and saw that it was good.

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Angels of Eden: Chapter 10

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on December 2, 2012| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 9 . . .

Chapter 10

Several years later . . .

Gendlebleth sat next to Cain sitting on the fallen trunk of a sycamore tree. “You again, person like me but sent from God?” He addressed Gendlebleth as he looked up at him from where his face had been in his hands just moments before.

“Why such sadness First Born of Our Common Creator Endlessness’ first Creation of It’s own likeness? Do you feel the pangs of loneliness because you have not a companion for yourself as Adam hast of Eve? Have your parents even told you of such companionship and how it is that those in form and mind like you are created from the companion pair proceeding you?”

“Yes, my parents have told me from where I and my brother have come. But, loneliness is not why I’m feeling sad today. Though, as my body has been growing, and certain urges have begun to develop, lately I have been hoping more and more that a sister is born soon . . .

“No, the annoyance of my body is well secondary to the fact that my brother seems to have the blessings of Our Common Origin All-Lovingness greater surpassing my own, and I do not know what I have done, or not done, that I am less pleasing to The Eyes That Know Already My Life’s Every Nuance.”

“Come again?” inquired Gendlebleth. “What has your brother that you have not?”

“As we offered to Our Perfect Commonness this morning the best of the results of the work of our hands, it seemed as though the blood of Abel’s lamb was preferred to the red, ripe seeds I plucked seed by seed, each perfectly intact, from the pomegranate I harvested, and the fullest ears of wheat that I reaped from last planting season’s yield.”

Gendlebleth stroked his chin hairs for a moment thinking over what Cain had spoken. “What makes you think that your offering was not enjoyed equally to that of your brother’s?” Gendlebleth considered that the Perfect All-Unity Infinite, if It were to have a preference, probably would be more inclined toward the offering of a work that didn’t involve pain and death to another living creature. Though, Gendlebleth next thought, he did have a personal bias, and it may be that there would be great enjoyment toward Abel if Abel had found a way to slaughter pain-cognizant food without said food being horror-filled in its last moments of limited awareness . . .

Cain turned to look at his friend in the eyes, “As the blood and Life of Abel’s lamb flowed up, and pooled into, our place of offering to That Which Enabled us Life, two pure, white doves appeared. They landed on the posts erected to signify where we offer the best of the work of our hands. Then, they began singing the sweetest melody I’ve heard from a bird, as though they were trying to speak the approval of our All-Common Creator. They made a show of flying together around the altar for a minute or two, then flew side-by-side upward toward the sun.”

“No doubt the only reasonable places to land for a mile around to two bird-brained beings involved in their traditional courtship ritual this time of year,” Gendlebleth responded helpfully.

“If that were all there was to it,” continued Cain, “I might agree. But, shortly after the doves were out of view, it was time for me to make my offering to The Fullness of Existence. And I did, as I said before, with my meticulously plucked pomegranate and shapely ears of wheat. I placed my offerings in the bowl, and nothing happened!”

“Pardon?” Asked Gendlebleth.

“You heard me, nothing happened! I waited there from mid-day until nightfall and not even a swallow flew overhead. Not a bunny hopped by. Not an ant crawled on the ground anywhere in sight of my offering. Not even a fly could bother buzzing by; not a gnat to feast on what I offered!”

“So you’re lamenting that you’re reaping the very result your brother was named after because a couple of pigeons decided to . . . mate near where he tortured a lamb to death, and you didn’t see any wildlife today after giving of your work?” Gendlebleth’s mood began to lighten as he began seeing a sadness for the first time in his life associated with no merit.

“Actually,” Cain reflected for a moment, “Abel’s method of slaughter seems to cause almost no pain to the animal. I kind of admire his ability to take a life without upsetting that life in the process . . .”

Gendlebleth considered his own previous thoughts as he continued his admonition which seemed to speak of its own accord now without the need to push it out of his mouth, “I mean, have you considered, perhaps, that peace is quite a blessing in itself and that that which created you has better things to do with its time that pat you on the head for a job well done? Your admiration of your brother does you harm if you compare your actions, very different in nature to his, in such a way that you think ill of what clearly is helpful actions on your part since you can feed your family even without the discomfort of taking a life. So the wind does not blow to indicate it is proud of you; how is it you do not take pride in your own work? You do something that is good in feeding your family, does that not fill you with joy enough?”

“Dad prefers the taste of lamb to that of bread. Mom seasons the lamb with the juice of my pomegranates, but it is the accompaniment to his work that is central as good in their eyes. And face it, my fruits don’t fill one’s blood with energy as my brother’s food does. It makes me want to take his knives that I can be commended for feeding the family for a change.”

“Again, you speak of your brother’s work in such a way that you devalue your own. I do not understand this. Your family clearly cannot eat meat every day of the week, where your bread is constant. The butter from the milk of your brother’s livestock is an accompaniment, a compliment, not a curse.”

“You mean what they add to the bread from my wheat that it tastes more pleasing and keeps them warm through the winter and gives them energy through the summer?”

“I mean,” continued Gendlebleth, “that your brother’s work and yours do not negate each other, they augment each other, make each other better. You do good work and it makes life better. If you were to do otherwise, it would not make life better. The results of your actions should be all the sign from Our Mother-Father Life-Giver that you require! It is hebel that you look upon your brother in this way. For an offering such as this I would think a buzzard fertilizing your head would be pleasing enough a response for you!”

Cain frowned, “You admonish me, yet my only desire is that I be recognized as great in character as my brother is. I have never done less than my best in thirteen years of my existence, yet my twelve-year old brother has more smiles of my father, and my fruits and grains cause my mother only more work! What am I to do that I be praised as highly as my brother, that I see myself as well in the eyes of my parents as they see him?”

Gendlebleth felt redness coming to his face as he lowered his tone to cool his own temperament. “It seems, Son Of Man, that you look for your creator to be grateful for your existence where gratitude should be coming rather from you. If you wish to curry favor with the Devine, you ought start by working harder and hebeling less. It’s not like you can just kill your brother, so stop crying in your bread and try to notice what joy you do bring when you’re not obsessing on plucking pomegranate seeds without puncturing their outer coating!”

With this said, Gendlebleth stood up sharply then pushed loudly through the high reeds of the field as he tried to cool his automatic reaction to the wrongness he perceived in Cain’s view of his own good works.

As he watched his back disappearing through the grass, one thing Gendlebleth had said stuck out as clear as the water flowing through the river before a heavy storm.

Shortly thereafter Cain invited his brother to the far side of the field to observe the beautiful flowers that grew in the spring sunlight. Shortly after still, a flock of doves rose high into the sky with a start, and took off toward whatever direction they pointed as though their lives depended upon the quickness of the flapping of their wings.

On the hill above Tartanuan gasped and called over his shoulder for Antagnous to call an emergency meeting. As Antagnous ran through their camp, Gendlebleth stopped her to ask the matter, to which she responded quickly, “Cain has taken the life of Abel.” As she ran off to continue her call to the others, it was then that the words he had spoken came flooding back into his mind. As they gathered to discuss the events of the day, as he entered the outer circle, Gendlebleth felt as though the circle he was joining was slowly closing in on him.

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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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