from The Aqueous Transmission by MIKE EYE
Episode VI. / Chapter 30
MOTHER MAGDALENA AWOKE AT SUNRISE, TOOK A PISS, THEN WENT to go find Al Rodnam for some Water. Since the company’s arrival at Bry Dellows, the old guru tended to wonder off quite a bit during unexpected times, and so there wasn’t any expectation for the man to implement any sort of routine into his daily doings.
The woman took pensive heed of the sprawling landscape before her that was so littered with scores of small black scraps of disintegrated wreckage, felt that now-all-too-familiar feeling of abandonment as she strode onward. This sprawling new environment was, however, a great deal easier for her to bare all-in-all, the Mother thought to herself, when weighed against the hindrance of all the huge piles of charred shit chaotically strewn about every which way as the case had been ever since she had received any divine communion with the inimitable, glorious jasper amulet of Solaria.
She spotted the old man about half a mile away and as she approached the elusive mystic she began to see him mindfully crouched upon the ground next to four long, clean pieces of still-living branches of wood that he was considerately carving small symbols into. Lina straight-away noticed, as implausible as it seemed, that the branches looked recently detached. How can that be? she asked herself. But Magdalena, having recently become accustomed to trusting her Eyes whole-heartedly, was able to shake off any doubt that gripped her as she dumbly accepted the strange Truth she now saw.
“Good Morning,” said the Mother as she approached the seasoned guru.
“Good Morning.” The man, without glancing up at the Mother, spoke those two words quietly, deliberately, the sounds of his low voice touched with a solemn candor.
“What are you doing?” asked Lina in slight wonder. “Wow, those tree branches look alive still! Such smooth surfaces…” The Mother glanced quickly all around her. “Hey, where the Hell did you find any living undergrowth around here?” the woman asked in growing astonishment.
Lina listened to near-dead silence.
“Okayy… can I have some Water?” asked Lina, at Once realizing it would be entirely useless to query any further the old man’s humble undertaking.
Al Rodnam modestly handed Magdalena his vibrantly decked gourd with one hand while continuing to keep his other hand whittling away at one of his four wooden sticks, his Eyes remaining fixed intently on his work before him. The Mother took a hearty swig. She remarked puzzlingly to herself over how there always seemed to be more Water in Al Rodnam’s gourd than it could hold; she had never before seen it empty. And it always seemed to weigh the same.
“We need to talk,” said the Mother abruptly, determinedly with earnest. “It’s been three days since we’ve holed up here, and you haven’t told me at all yet what your plans are. Honestly, I’m a bit frustrated!”
Since they had arrived at the Hollow, the Mother had constantly been thinking about her strange relationship with the old man, what it was exactly that he had been up to since they had gotten there, and how she really didn’t want to have intercourse with him at all in order to commence the procreation. But Solaria’s words would periodically storm into her head, rattling themselves in the mind of the Mother, taunting her, and, after some inner dialogues with her inner self, she so ultimately came to the conclusion that she would sleep with the old man in order to save humanity, as wretched as the idea seemed to her.
“Well, I was thinking we take a lil’ while to get used to the place, you know? Just feel it out for a little bit before we call it Home, and just continue rummaging for supplies and makin’ due best we can.”
“And our ‘procreation?’” suggested the Mother with an elongated cringe.
“That will Cum, yes, it will Cum. When the time is right, my dear.” The man paused briefly from his project, his gaze still latched onto the sticks. “Any particular reason you’re nude?” he asked the Mother curiously.
Lina glanced down at her tribally decorated, tall naked fine body to discover she wasn’t wearing her beloved dress of Solaria’s golden fibers. The woman screamed and momentarily panicked before remembering what snake-Rita had told her the previous evening. Without mentioning another word to the old guru, Lina took off in a sprint back to their campsite to locate snake-Rita, breasts bouncing about in a bounty most blissful. Lucky for her, because of how spread-out the arid terrain was at the Hollow, Lina did not have to worry about, yet again, falling flat on her face, which still remained bruised in several places.
After calling out for snake-Rita once she reached the campsite, it wasn’t long before the little sea-green creature came slinking along eagerly through the dust toward Lina.
“Heyy!” said the Mother earnestly after spotting the serpent, “Rita, what do you know about my powers?? Any more than from when you were a robot?” Lina still found it incredibly awkward to call the snake ‘Rita’.
“My memory from when I was fully mechanical is hazy to non-existent,” said the serpent in its strange low voice, rather robotically. “The fact that I have any recollection whatsoever of my days as a robot is due to my having previously somehow inadvertently singed two distinct, bizarre moments into the morphogenetic imprint of the human race, thereby making them available for recall.” Snake-Rita was as candid as could be, being just as straightforward as robot-Rita. And the snake started talking quite a bit. The Mother had to squat down to be able to completely hear what the serpent was saying, and she noticed its long yellow tongue continually sliding out the front of its mouth as it astonishingly spoke the human language with slight hisses. The serpent’s dark-green scales reflected a glossy purple tincture from the scarlet Harvest Moon that gleamed Heartily up Above with the blistering morning sunrays.
“What distinct moments?” asked the Mother inquisitively.
“Well, first off, I completely remember you, and our friendship, gladly. But as for the distinct moments, as peculiar as it may sound, the only two instances I can recall from being a robot were two occasions where I lapped up the blood from two individuals— a most-disturbing, dying headless male, and a mute, shaggy female infant, the Identities of which both entirely elude me. You see, the reason I remember these two instances, Al Rodnam helped me recall, was not just because I had somehow become Enlightened by somehow ‘tasting’ the Blood, but also because the particular male and particular female were both ‘more human than human’, and connected to each other.”
“What do you mean, Rita?” asked Lina, unconsciously knowing exactly what Amrita meant.
“I mean they were both Divine. And both remarkably similar in what my circuitry decoded as taste, even though each of my experiences were had in a different harmonic universe, and most likely, for all intents and purposes, in a different lifetime or lifetimes altogether.”
Magdalena was silent momentarily, her face flushed with Contemplation as she thought it all over. But then, as a sudden unusual breeze flew by, the Mother so coming to notice how rather erect her rather large nipples had become, the topic of her dress suddenly bore forcefully to the front of priorities for the Mother to handle, and Magdalena so found herself asking the serpent about what it had meant with its strange statement the eve prior.
“Well I had a ‘feeling’ you would be needing a nutritional, protective, high-powering recharge sometime soon,” said the serpent, almost mechanically. “Fortunately, I discovered on my own two nights ago that ever since I’ve been living in this form, I’ve become equipped with a High, arcane knowledge of exactly how and where to enter the hidden space between the third and fourth dimensions, a magnetic repulsion zone that is necessary for the sustainability of all biological life forms existing with this planet. Al Rodnam told me this Ability was embedded in the bio-neurological cellular memory of my serpentine nature.
“The sacred place of rejuvenation of which I speak is within the Hollow. I explored this concealed area for several hours yesterday and am confident you will be able to find sacred energy resilient enough to be compatible with your sanctity. Please follow me.”
Speechless, and way weirded out, her Head momentarily cocking to the side, the weakening Mother continued to follow the small serpent in a slow stony stupor. She was not completely sure she knew what the snake was talking about.
Over barely bulging banks of crispy particles of blackened cluttered rubble they trotted atop, noisily crunching their steps against the steaming Fucked-Earth, Mother Magdalena retaining steady drips of sweat about her knock-out hard body so tall and slender. It was especially sweltering on this day, definitely well above 100˚ Fahrenheit. Exceeding amounts of dusty grey scrap blew in frequent gusts with toxic, steamy, dark fumes through the ominous air, and the hot haze from the heat of the morning was diffusing into the atmosphere with its hallucinogenic sways bending the appearance of space with its hotness. There were occasional piles of ruins scattered here and there throughout the nearby land, but other than that, the surface of the Hollow was bleak, downcast.
The Mother kept on for about twenty minutes behind the sure lead of snake-Rita, coughing here and there from the air so polluted, as she trudged with her heavy boots over the hot surface, astonished that the serpent knew exactly where it was going the whole way there.
And the Mother felt compelled to ask as they sauntered along, “So… your body just feels magnetized right now? Like… its being pulled to the secret spot, is that it?”
“I don’t know, it’s weird to explain,” said Amrita in a strikingly similar manner to that of the mechanical feline voice of its robot form. “I’ve somehow managed to become instantaneously, intimately involved with a High telepathic network of collective Wisdom most archaic, most archaic indeed, Lina.”
“What kind of Wisdom, Rita”
“Wisdom imparted by the Knowledge and mindful engagement of the overlain Earth and Angelic Human organic Templar dimensional-lock systems.”
“You mean to say that Earth has a stargate system?” posed Magdalena.
“Precisely! Or, more accurately, Earth IS a stargate system” stated the serpent slyly with a slight hiss. And just as it said so, Amrita unexpectedly ceased its slinking at a location not at all different in appearance from the rest of the area in the local vicinity; in fact the spot looked just as any other space within the greater part of the whole Hollow.
“Here, at this very location, is where One of the stargates in the system is situated.”
“Right here? I don’t see anything,” affirmed the Mother.
“Yes, right here, it’s not one of the stargates that leads to other galaxies or anywhere else; in fact it leads somewhere very close-by in one sense: right into the center of this here Fucked-Earth, where there exists, flipped inside-out and rotated upwards a half a dimension, a world similar, in One sense, to the depleted surface of this here Fucked-Earth we pass over right now at this very instant… except it’s not destroyed… in fact it’s healthy, super amazingly healthy, its Highly developed governing energies not at all running like the dysfunctional mind projections of the late disgraceful surface-beings that had, over many generations, wired together a totally fucked network, a most grim, damaged subtle structuring that was part of the very root cause of the recent brutal decimation of all living systems on Earth along with the kindling of the excessively massive nuclear explosion to brusquely usher in a new epoch.”
The serpent was agile. “Yes, this special place is far less populated than the surface societies tend to get. You’ll see, it’s lush and thriving tremendously!” The snake paused, a certain vindication reshaping its tone. “But that doesn’t mean a Goddamn thing to me. Being the serpent I now am has definitely intrinsically rendered me viciously opposed whole-heartedly to extravagant expositions of green Earth trees and plants, whether in or out of the planet; the sight of them arouses a sense of nausea most intoxicating to my phantom pituitary.”
“Wow,” said Lina as she pondered it all over. Then abruptly she let out a wail. “…Hey, by the way, those “late disgraceful surface-beings” of whom you spoke were my sisters!! You may not remember who they are, but I do! I lost my whole Sisterhood, my life— just like that!!” The Mother began to break down with rapidly accumulating tear drops that kept dribbling down her sleek face with the keenest sense of loving pain.
And just then, the docile Amrita coiled itself up intently, then released itself, springing up about four feet into the air leaving in its wake vibrant flashes of light chased by glitters of colorful enchantment that conjured forth a subtley sucking vulva-like vortex with a pulsating core that bended the space-time of that small spot on Fucked-Earth into time-space.
“Follow me,” said Amrita coolly before making a giant leap right into the very center of the pulsating vortex and disappearing inside. She left a subtle rainbow in her wake.
The Mother shrugged her shoulders and nonchalantly stepped into the stargate. -MIKE EYE
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