SNEEK PEEK Chapter 1 SEQUEL To The Aqueous Transmission by MIKE EYE

 

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CHAPTER ONE, NEW STORY


 

Maintaining the reticence he had upheld throughout the whole of their journey, indeed as it was his custom, Al Rodnam stood tall and straight, meditating peacefully beside the hungry flames of his camp, his body stripped bare from having just abandoned his robes to the side. He would briefly pause his endeavor periodically to spy out Mother Magdalena, who was sitting a ways off on a stumpy log next to her pet snake, Amrita. Aware of the snake’s uncanny ability to speak, the wise mystic heard nothing yet of the sound of conversation between them he was anticipating. Carefully, as the old man slowly held up mudras to the flames with his hands, he continued to keep discreet, silent watch over the Mother and her pet in between salutations, waiting to hear who would say what first.

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It was nighttime on a cold, shaken Earth of all ash and for the past several months since the crash-landing of her ship and her formal anointing by Solaria, Magdalena had been searching in vain for any sign of life anywhere. It would be a long while before she found any. She felt fortunate that she now had magical talismans to put to use for her aid. And they looked pretty cool, she kept telling herself. For one, her magnificent golden glowing dress would protect her from the harsh, spoiled atmosphere of a post-apocalyptic Earth. For another, she had figured out how to use Solaria’s stone azure amulet, which reacted to the most prescient Pond of the Aqueous Transmission.

Tall, dark, and dazzling, Mother Magdalena, who had been fully pregnant at the time, several months earlier, was then all alone upon a ruined Earth save for her traveling companion, Amrita, who at the time was a robot-cat. The two would trudge on aimlessly over the expanse of steamy ruins as they continued to be beaten about relentlessly by the robust, radioactive winds all the while, making for a very frustrating trek. After some time, Magdalena and Amrita were able to make it to the Pond of the Aqueous Transmission, as they recognized the stone amulet glowing and pulsing more and more as they got closer to it. When they arrived at their destination, they were face-to-face with an ultra-smooth silvery pond that was not in the ground but hovered above it, wavering slowly around in a most subtle manner, twinkles gleaming blindly off hints of colors slowly swimming inside.

There they would remain for several days, as the Mother silently gave wretched birth to the still and hideous Mandorla, who had been, ever since that awkward, violent day, nearly impossible for Magdalena to come to terms with and accept as a person. She knew the baby was precious, though, as there was no mistaking the oddity of the Moon turning blood red as soon as she severed the umbilical cord from herself.

 

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That same blood-red circular smear in the sky was gleaming fiercely overhead now above the new place they settled, a dark crimson haze settled over the unsavory scenery. After the Aqueous Transmission, which had introduced the old man to a terrified Magdalena and brought about the disappearance of her child Mandorla, the mystic had taken the Mother and Amrita to their new home: the Hollow, which would eventually turn into Bry Dellows, the largest all-female indigenous tribal village on Surface Earth. They had arrived just days ago and were still exploring the area, assessing the damage they saw throughout its expanse. They discovered nothing more than stone ruins and dead, blackened tree trunks everywhere and it was clear that a great deal of work had to be done to provide for any type of civilization, no matter how uncivilized.

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Voices from the two he kept watch over were abruptly heard and an alerted Al Rodnam remained still, listening in. As Mother and snake began walking from the campfire, Al Rodnam waited ‘til they were just out of sight before cloaking himself and starting to trail them. He watched them walk about 100 yards through deadened brush just beyond the bank of their base camp.

Slightly bewildered yet remaining focused on the activity before him, the mystic watched carefully with a clench-jawed conviction at Mother Magdalena and her sly serpent Amrita suddenly zapping away in a flash, a star-studded cartoonish rainbow hardening momentarily into a frozen ice sculpture before shattering away in a rush into glittering tinsel. Despite his depth of knowledge, the old mystic couldn’t help but be beside himself, despite himself, altogether wanting to also immediately gain access to the Inner Earth Underworld at Once, himself. Not to worry, he thought to himself; he will be there to seize control of the rites of passage into the Underworld through this teleport system that the snake has shown the Mother. Next time they venture out, he will be, he assured himself.

The following evening, an overly eager Al Rodnam was ready when the Mother and her pet snake took up surreptitious stride toward the Stargate at the edge of the Hollow that would undoubtedly lead to the Inner Earth Underworld. As soon as Magdalena and Amrita reached the spot that the mystic had seen them disappear the previous night, his cloaked form quietly crept up directly behind them, his hand held up taught before him. Before Amrita could bond with the Mother at that very curious location, enabling them both to gain entry into her Realm down below, Al Rodnam promptly used his abilities to temporarily stun the snake and take control of Magdalena’s motor skills while her Consciousness remained in a trance. Amrita would remain in an elapsed state of suspended animation. Using the combination of Amrita wrapped around Magdalena’s Head with the precise location of Surface-Earth Land, the old mystic, invisible to any detection that may be warding the unmarked portal entry, easily passed through the Stargate along with the other two, something he was unable to do without them.

 

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A flash of lazery sways and the trio that was really an uno blinked into a smooth dark green of leathery leaves lifted all amongst them aloft, a vast breathing network of deep jungle spreadout before them. The mystic picked up the Mother and held her out before him. He mindfully mumbled a mantra and she floated off him, drifting slightly apart, dead to the world, but not. Al Rodnam tied a phantom chain around the gorgeous darkly complexioned woman’s aura and proceeded forth, the woman and pet hovering over the Soil of the Inner Earth, which was really the Air.

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Over and through this dense tropical warm rainforest they embarked, exuberant, exotic exclamations from friendly wildlife being heard all the while, feathery magical paths enigmatically paved out before them. Al Rodnam chose the One he Knew led to Breña and proceeded at a medium pace. He reached the Pond and jumped into it, his captures sleepily following obliviously close behind.

A sway of flashy lazers and the three transport from One esoterik watery bed to another. Al Rodnam swam up to the top of it, his quarry in toe. Emerging from this special Pond of the mystic’s Immortal Earth Southpole Homeland, the three Headed for the ancient massive hickory nearby. A lush, thriving, forever youthful rainforest, perpetually fixed in a petrified state of proliferation sprawled all about before them, a vast, impenetrable den of cozy outdoors that had Once been summoned forth by the old mystic and belonged solely to him. Al Rodnam approached the Tree with the Mother and Serpent and ran his wrinkly old hands right up to the Solaria Seed that was brightly glowing inside a crystal embedded in the old Tree’s humungous stump. He rapidly recited a refrain and removed the Solaria Seed, an extremely high-pitched blaring sound all around it instantly diminishing into a low pulsing hum. Prior to making his way back to the Pond, the old man was sure not to forget mindfully breaking off a branch of the mystical old Tree and tucking it away in his robes before leaving his Homeland.

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Birthing out of Breña, the three found themselves in Earth’s Underworld once again. A smile on his face with music in his Head, Al Rodnam took Magdalena and Amrita down an overgrown path that was Sunny and alive with all kinds of strange little creatures, the two in toe following close behind, hovering lifelessly just over the Soil beneath, still oblivious to it all. When they arrived at the secret bunker that strongheld the Stargate to Sirius, the mystic left his company just hovering there in one corner of the room and proceeded to the expansive control panel before him. Taking a seat the old man rummaged through some of the computer’s files through a holographic display, and read through some of the documents he kept lab data and personal experiences logged in, a firm tug at his long, grey beard as he did so.

He turned to his right where a large futuristic-looking metal bed chamber about seven feet long was situated. The machine was intimidating, connected to dozens of thick, ribbed wires on either side of it that ran into the metal. The Chair looked something of a cross between a cryo-chamber and a coffin, and the console of where Al Rodnam sat housed the controls of it. He looked straight at the strange machine and took a brief moment to pause, rolling over reflections in his Mind. Then he glanced over to the two he had left in the corner at the end of the room and looked back at the machine. It was time, he told himself. And he was ready. -MIKE  EYE



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