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Chronicles of the Angels of Eden: Chapter 27: Part Two

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on May 19, 2013| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 27: Part 1 . . .

Chapter 27: Part 2

“And who is this young man, husband? I was not aware we were expecting company . . .”

“Cami, his name is Enoch.” Camphire looked quickly at her son at the other side of the room. Then to the man she had never met called Enoch before bringing her attention back to her husband’s words. “Apparently after I left my parents they had another son, Seth, and this is my brother’s great, great, great grandson.” Camphire now stared in awe at Dedicated, again looked briefly at her own son, and then back again.

“Welcome to our home great, great, great grand-nephew of my husband.” After making this statement she found herself without further words.

“Thank you.” Enoch replied. “Did I hear Cain right that he called you ‘Cami’?”

“Short for Camphire” replied Cain. “As beautiful a flower as any I could ask. You say my father recently died?” Camphire sat, her gaze still on Enoch with some ammount of disbelief as the conversation continued.

“Yes. It is the first time we have been aware that such a thing could happen without it being caused from outside of ourselves.” Enoch stopped speaking quickly and stared at Cain, not knowing if he had offended his host.

Cain replied, “Yes, in this land death is fairly common when a body becomes old. How it is that I have maintained my own vitality when my family have aged around me as you see, is a mystery to us all. Though she would seem a bit older than I, however, clearly my wife has only become more beautiful since the day we met.”

Camphire smiled up at her husband, “Although I fear I’m currently about as moldy as a plucked tomato left in a bowl in the shade for a month unattended, I appreciate that the love of my husband has diminished no more than his body has over the last several hundred years. But, what brings you to the city of Dedicated young,” and here for a moment she paused as she felt momentarily the dizzying effect of the word, “. . . Dedicated?”

“As I was telling your husband just before you entered, it has become my practice, as a means by which I can feel better connected to What Created Existence, to follow my feet wherever they may take me. So I have found myself here.”

Camphire, still a bit woozy from the wealth of Dedicated in her presence smiled up at her guest, “Well, Nephew, whatever the case, we will be honored to have you stay with us for as long as you like. Enoch, my son, please prepare a bed for your cousin; I’m sure he’s weary from his journey, and would like to rest a bit before we begin exchanging hundreds of years worth of stories.”

And so Enoch prepared a place for Enoch to stay for the time he would spend residing in the city.

.  .  .

Upon entering the encampment of the angels, Childreth, Kakarnan, Randolfy, and Lemisslept were met with smiles, hugs, and their brethren coming out of tents all around to meet those of their own service whom they had not seen for quite some time.

Darwith spoke when all of their encampment had been assembled, “Greetings sisters! Greetings brothers! I see Gendlebleth has returned absent Taolith, what news of how you have come to bless us with your familiarity?”

So spoke Randolfy, “Our good pleasure to meet sister Taolith and brother Gendlebleth along our path to Enoch as we were watching over the path of Enoch son of Jared, son of Mahalalel, son of Kenan, son of Enosh, son of Seth, son of Adam.”

So spoke Antagnous, “Then you have been made aware by Gendlebleth that Cain’s son named both his own son, and the city he came to found, likewise, Dedicated?”

Responded Gendlebleth, “Indeed I have made them aware. I also made them aware of Lamech’s exclamation when he murdered that wanderer into Enoch several years back. I told them of how he is still in deep mourning, even to this day, and about how his wives care for him, and Cain frequently invites him to make productive use of his time as he pays the internal penance of reconciling the fact that he ended a part of his self that was destined to find its own way into infinite re-incorporation otherwise, had he not so suddenly ended the expression of the separateness of himself creating discorporation of its own individuated state of being before it had naturally occurred to organic circumstance that such was the proper transformation of the elements of said young man.”

“Yes,” responded Handoroth, “it is a shame that Lamech was too drunk that night to be able to consciously mitigate his internal impulse of confusion and frustration of pain to stop himself from solidifying that impulse of pain within, apparently to some degree permanently, so long as he embodies differentiation from That Which Created Us All.”

“Aside from the tales of Cain’s children,” continued Gendlebleth, “of which I was thorough in my account, I did hint at, without describing, the wonder that is our common daughter, though blood directly of Antagnous and Lousitous.”

“Then it would seem proper I introduce my own talents without stories of what has been perceived directly by others.” A smile hung from cherry-red lips that poked through the edges of the crowd surrounding Kakarnan, Lemisslept, Childreth, and Randolfy. Then, suddenly, a great brightness filled the air surrounding them. Looking up, a great deal of fire hung in the sky not thirty feet above their heads. Taking a step back, they all could see a gigantic bird made of flame slowly lowering itself toward them, and then all moved out of the way accordingly. The gigantic flaming bird landed upon the ground in the center of the beings surrounding her, and she issued a deafening screech as her head moved from side to side. Then, shortly after landing, she disappeared, leaving not so much as a scorched piece of ash behind where she had stood just moments before.

Stepping forward, her hood around her ruddy neck and smile continuing on her lips spoke Casarta, “I have grown since last I have seen you my family, and I have learned some new tricks.”

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Angeles of Eden Chronicles: Chapter 24

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

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 21 . . .

Chapter 24

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

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

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

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

.  .  .

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

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

And so she began practicing.

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

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

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

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

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Chronicles of the Angels of Eden: Chapter 22

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on March 30, 2013| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 21 . . .

Chapter 22

“Then why have we not seen such materializations from nothingness before?”

“That doesn’t mean that they have not transpired in the past, Antagnous. I heard a story from one of Cain’s new attendants of a horse mysteriously appearing in his eating room, and then disappearing into the air while he was still living in Nod. That story was from around the time we moved from Nod.”

Gernow spoke next, “I too heard a story about a lamb dancing on its hind-legs and singing before vanishing without trace only a couple months ago in Cain.”

Casarta spoke up as the angels discussed whether these stories, along with what Caldas and Handoroth had seen, could in any way be linked to Casarta herself, “These instances, while the stories you describe as second-hand accounts are not exact, nonetheless sound very much like wanderings my mind has had from time to time.”

Again the village of angels stared at the young, red girl. And so spoke up Ternaddain, “Have you seen these ‘wanderings of your mind’ made flesh in any instance of pondering them, child?”

“Well, no,” she answered, “but I can’t deny that the timing and the instances described bear great resemblance to what I can remember of certain images I considered in my thoughts.”

Darwith spoke next, “When you have made these images in your mind, Casarta, did you ascribe a place to them?”

Casarta shook her head, “No, Darwith, I think only of something that the laws of the existence set out by Our Common Mother Universal Endlessness could not abide in functional reality. I never think so far as location as I always imagine these things as what could not exist to begin with.”

“Then, Casarta,” continued Darwith, “I recommend a test. Think of something happening right here in the middle of our circle as you would be inclined on the average day in which you ‘let your mind wander.’”

“What shall I conceive?” Asked Casarta.

“Think of two rabbits doing something in the middle of our circle which they would not otherwise be inclined to do . . .”

Gendlebleth shuddered for a moment at the mention of rabbits, then silenced his accustomed automatic impulses associated with the small furry creatures as he anticipated what might happen next.

Casarta thought for a moment in silence, then turned her attention to the middle of the circle to see if anything would come out of the unlikely scenario her imaginings led her to conceive.

For a moment, nothing happened. And then, suddenly, in the middle of the circle appeared two bunnies.

Initially they just sat there. One scrunched its nose a bit, the other hopped around a little. The angels looked intently upon the creatures, but were less than impressed that they hadn’t arrived simply without being noticed. Then, one of the bunnies started hopping in reverse around the other bunny.

Faster and faster the rabbit started running a reverse circle around the other. The angels began having to shield their eyes from the dirt being kicked up in their direction as dust rose up making the stationary rabbit almost completely non-visible. Then from out of the dust the other rabbit flew off into the air, its forward paws straight in front of it as it soared into the night toward the stars. The other rabbit suddenly bounded onto Gendlebleth’s shoulder, kissed him on the cheek, and vanished into thin air.

As Gendlebleth felt the scrunching of the rabbit’s nose against his chin, he fainted on the spot.

Noting the ring left behind after the dust had settled, Antagnous commented under her breathe, “Well, I guess that answers that.”

Once again all those around the circle turned their attention to Casarta. Casarta felt the stare of all her tribe upon her, though nonetheless, couldn’t help but have to suppress the giggles automatically finding their way to her lips.

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Chronicles of the Angels of Eden: Chapter 21

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on March 9, 2013| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 18 . . . (Where we last left Cain)

Chapter 21

Enoch sat at his father’s feet, “Abba, how did you get that scar on your forehead?”

Cain stirred in his chair as his mind raced through his own father’s words to him after his head had landed on the rock upon which he had been thrown years prior. “Son, I knew this day would come eventually, but I did not think you would be only five years old before I’d be considering answering it for the first time . . .”

As they were leaving Nod Camphire explained to Cain the benefits of never keeping his crime a secret to the people of Nod, nor to anyone else he would meet along his path in life. She was adamant as well that no matter what he said to others on the subject he ever only be honest with their children, “For if we should lie to our children, then they should not trust us as they learn the awkwardness of taking full responsibility for their own actions and the the responsibility they have for the consequences that will inevitably result. As they lean toward lying to themselves, it is their trust in us that may prevent them from believing their own lies as they would learn to accept as the law of existence any lie we would demonstrate to them in lieu of what is.” Gravely Cain nodded his assent as she admonished him the consequences of acting out of his shame rather than fighting against it so as to respond to his past by creating his future from the wish of his heart to be whole again where once by his own hand it was broken.

“The truth is, son, my father acted out of his rage toward me after I had done the worst thing a person can do, and I landed hard on a rock where you see the scar I now bear.”

Enoch’s face shadowed over as he asked the obvious question, “What is the worst thing you can do that you did to make your father angry with you, Father?”

“The worst thing a man can do, Enoch, is to kill his brother.”

Enoch began to contemplate his father’s words as he considered the life growing in his mother’s belly.

.  .  .

And so, knowing his father’s story, Dedicated strove to live up to his name within the context of the town with which he shared it. A village of his parents, their friends and acquaintances, his brothers and sisters, and the occasional chance passer by. While it was rare one in route to Nod would stay in Dedicated to rest before continuing their journey, every several months a pair of angels in humanity’s clothing would come under such pretense. In this way, the development of Cain and his offspring were monitored that the angels might learn further how to serve.

Incognito envoys were sent regularly to Nod to monitor other human interaction, and the angels kept their camp miles to the west of Dedicated where they existed unseen. While all the monitoring was taking place, and the angels learned about their own physical existence and the existence of adam, Casarta explored and spied in her own right, always from a distance sure from the sight of those who shared her form, but not her origin; not the particular hue of her skin.

It was one day while she was spying on the town from its outskirts that she was having a bit of a day dream. She was envisioning herself at the center of a flock of crows encircling her. In her vision, the crows came to where she sat and flocked together so that their wings were joined and she was able to ride upon their backs, which formed as though one gigantic crow which carried her high into the sky and let her see the earth as they saw.

As she was having this vision at the outskirts of the town, Handoroth and Caldas were masquerading as visitors, being led through the town’s center. As they were being shown to a place they would be allowed to stay for several nights, and told that the town would gladly share of their food and water to these passers-by who were happy to share with the town some of the goods they carried from lands “far away,” suddenly the sun was engulfed and a shadow fell upon them all. Looking up, all who had sight perceived dozens of crows descend upon them. And, lo, they amassed together in the town’s center and stood silent together as though waiting. Handoroth and Caldas stared at each other, asking the same question of each other, and giving the same answer in reply.

For ten minutes they stood watching the birds who held together virtually motionless while the people of the town remained huddled close to the ground, occasionally peeking out at the birds from under arms covering their heads. After about ten minutes passed, the birds vanished as though into thin air. Handoroth and Caldas spent the next evening, as well as the next several days, convincing the people of the town that the birds were not an ill omen as the townsfolk busied themselves sacrificing animals in the hopes of appeasing God, who was clearly very angry with them for some reason they did not understand.

After spending a week in the village “resting” from their “long” journey, and spending much time calming the village, Caldas and Handoroth returned once more to their own village to confer with their brethren. As they were telling the story of what they had seen, Casarta joined the meeting of the angels.

“Why, that sounds exactly like the daydream I was having several days ago.”

All the angels turned and stared at Casarta.

“What?” Asked Casarta.

“We do not believe in coincidences.” Darwith replied.

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