The Mindful Manifestation of Fletcher Munsin by MIKE EYE

 

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This exciting excerpt is from the working sequal to the Sci-Fi/Fantasy Epic THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION by MIKE EYE, not yet named.

 

The story is on the same time line as the one in The Aqueous Transmission, the events in it overlaping the events of the first story.

 

 

 

CHAPTER TWO


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The old man brought the sleeping Mother over to the strange machine beside the console and placed her inside of it after having removed the sly snake coiled around her Head as well as the golden flowing dress of Solaria she had been wearing, which was currently dull and deactivated.

Sticking suction sensors that hooked up to the machine from the inside all over Magdalena’s sprawled-out nude body, Al Rodnam resisted the urge to look at her face or any other part of her body, which was vibrating at a frequency so high he could hear it humming. The old man hobbled over to the control panel, quickly tapped some keys, then slowly stepped back over to Magdalena lying unconscious in the metal encasement. Carefully, Al Rodnam dipped into his robes and withdrew the Solaria Seed. The Seed’s fierce glow had not diminished in the least since he had retrieved it from its crystal in his Southpole Homeland, and the old mystic contemplated what he was about to do, feeling stark déjà vu as he did so.

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The mystic moved over to a set of lab compartments that stored Tools far to the left side of the room’s control panel, not too far away from the massive metal-rimmed, rune-inscribed Gate that sat still and mysterious at the far end of the room. He returned with the shimmering Solaria Seed and Tools to the Mother who looked like Sleeping Beauty as she lay there inside the machine, a powerful demigoddess who lay trapped in her life’s most vulnerable moment. Kneeling beside her, and guided strongly by the essence of Mandorla, which was Now inside him because of the Now ever-repeating Aqueous Transmission, a calm Al Rodnam proceeded to artificially inseminate the Mother with the Solaria Seed, remaining straight-faced throughout the operation. He would later tell the Mother that he had taken possession of her and raped her at the Andromeda Biodome because he was forced to by Solaria; he wouldn’t say a Word about Amrita or anything about having actually taken them to Inner Earth.

When the far-too arduous process was complete, the mystic made his way to the bathroom to wash up then went back to go sit at the computer console. After several hours of work, the old man returned to Magdalena and removed the sensors from her body. He lifted her free, then put her golden dress back on and reattached Amrita to her Head. Next, he stripped bare and went to go lie down into the big metal machine himself, attaching the sensors to his body’s pressure points that subtley pulsed where his body’s longest meridians intersected. Then he laid back, closed his eyes, and began breathing big, long, full, slow breaths of inhalations and exhalations interchangeably, most considerately. Before long, Al Rodnam fell into a deep sleep.

 

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In Dreamtime, Al Rodnam lucidly reviewed his Process in his Mind, contemplated exactly how much freedom he really had in what he was doing. Before returning the Mother and her pet to the current-day Surface-Earth Finding of Bry Dellows drama up above, Al Rodnam needed to make sure he conjured forth his physically manifested Shadow Identity into an individual all his own so that he could bait the Mother with it in the future and aid in speeding along and ensuring the Birth of Mandorla and the sprout of the first magical Space-Grain at the Andromeda Biodome, which would be needed to feed the Bry Dellows Bloodpigs, and was always the only thing they would eat. He would do this because of his previously agreed-upon sanctioning by Solaria to interfere in Earth Drama. Part of his agenda on Earth was to ensure the Conception and Birth of Mandorla so that she would then be sacrificed in exchange for himself during the Aqueous Transmission. This would allow the mystic to continue living in his old-man body form while freely going about activities upon Surface-Earth. And the old man had a marked fascination with and fetish for the Milky Way’s Earth Planet.

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Since Fletcher Munsin’s sperm nuke had Now dropped onto the Mother Magdalena’s dirty doomed-Earth Seed of perpetual apocalyptica only months ago with the man then simultaneously becoming erased from existence, Al Rodnam knew that the stone Pyramid Stargate of Godheds at the Surface-Earth site that aligned itself with his Home star-system of the Sirius Sector, along with most everything else on Surface-Earth, would be completely destroyed. He would have to rely on Amrita and the Mother for a long while in order to gain access to the Inner Earth Underworld. This was the most important reason the mystic had transmuted the robot carcass of Amrita on their journey to the Hollow— to turn her back into her true form, a sly little serpent with High Wisdom of the Earth Planet who preyed on pussy duplicitously. Al Rodnam’s Immortal Earth Southpole Homeland of lush jungle would remain a secret only he would know about; he was aware that Magdalena wouldn’t be keen enough to find the portal to it at the Bottom of Breña. Each time Al Rodnam Birthed through Breña into his Immortal Earth Southpole Homeland, he received immense amounts of potent storable vitality in the transfer; Breña alone offered the Sirian nothing. He would need the Holy Body of Fletcher Munsin to initiate this whole drama he was destined to be ensnared in, and to appease the elemental forces as well as gain immense stores of vitality in the Process. Yes, he needed to make sure he conjured forth his physically manifested Shadow Identity. He needed to make sure he created Fletcher Munsin.

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Who is Fletcher Munsin? Fletcher Munsin was the first prototype embodiment of the perfect and divine bioorganic template of the Human Man, engineered by its architect the Sirian High Avatar Al Rodnam. His was the first body forged into fashion from within the depths of the Inner Earth Underworld, its birth facilitated by his star-crossed counterpart with expert marksmanship through the Void by the Word that he had Once Spoken. Fletcher Munsin was meant to serve as the most practical living vessel the mystic could manifest that would function as a fallback safeproof backup embodiment of the mystic’s Own Soul, a totally innocent, preciously inquiring humanoid immolation that, Once offered up to the Dark Mother, would allow the Earth of the Milky Way and all habitants onboard her Emerald Timeship to keep on in its precession eternally, albeit locked in an endless time loop that would repeat in kind its seasonal attributes age after age eternally, intimately affecting all sentience of its star system and beyond, permanently. And in a way intrinsically bent to the Will of Fletcher Munsin.

At the right time and in the right space from within the Underworld, at the Sirius Stargate Bunker hidden in its jungles, Al Rodnam had begun Seeding his creation, carefully conjuring forth the Body of Fletcher Munsin who lay before him in a most curious Heavy Metal-wrought Sarcophagus, Casting it into being through a small, modified portable Sirian Space Crystal he kept in the bunker. Slowly and surely Al Rodnam had spent the night shaping the man into an alluring young version of his own human form, an almost otherwise identical pristine humanoid creature who would, at the mystic’s own discretion, be henceforth subject to banishment within this most-curious fresh and lush, jungle-like Underworld betwixt Realms.

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Al Rodnam awoke in a startled daze some time later, his short, hairy form hunched over the toilet in the bunker’s bathroom. The old man then took a moment to shake fiercely like a dog, shedding his weariness away. How long had he been asleep? What was the current condition of his new personal creation in the machine? How much time had gone by as he worked at the strange machine’s console Forging his Shadow into Being as the machine’s suction sensors were attached to a portable Sirian Crystal inside of it? Al Rodnam quickly wiped his ass, took a steamy shower nearby, reapplied his robes about his tiny frame, and then stepped to the main room to check on his physically manifest Shadow Identity he had spent countless hours manifesting.

Lying inside the metal machine was a grey translucent humanoid form with semi-etheric splotches of multi-colors subtley swirling inside it. The suction sensors were stuck all over a fully-grown body that had partially formed in place of the crystal, their wires protruding out from all around it. The mystic had previously had thousands of years to get to intimately know his astral body, but he was unsure of how the physical manifestation would actually look. Because he was unable to alter its facial appearance, he had tried to make it look much younger than he was in an attempt to disguise the features from Mother Magdalena. He again stepped to the console and began tapping away at his overly-intricate keyboard. Fletcher Munsin’s Consciousness must be memory-altered, his Body kept safe here within the Inner Earth for a time. Lachrylon had demanded it so of the old mystic, precisely for when the moment Fletcher Munsin would be needed in the nearby Realm upon the surface of a post-apocalyptic Earth. Fletcher Munsin was the Key. The prophesied willing Sacrifice of Fletcher Munsin to the brutal yet otherwise oblivious Mother Magdalena, who was “the Eternal Heart in the Body of all Human Beings” as dubbed by Solaria, was to act as the euthanizing eucharist of all Earthling ritualists that would then set into motion the series of events that would occur from within and just beside Surface-Earth’s Pond of the Aqueous Transmission—that is, as it was to eventually Once again subtly appear alongside the nautical No One, temporarily lost amid the highly radioactive barren expanses of Badlands that clutched the world in dryness and sprawled on endlessly afar.

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Fletcher Munsin would know the old man simply as his “Father,” the mystic decided, of whom he wasn’t, and of whom he was not to See until the far future. Fletcher Munsin would never in his life come to receive a shred of proof that he even had a Mother, which he didn’t. As to the scarce magical populations within Amrita’s Inner Earth Underworld outside the bunker as well as to those wretched Ones upon her Surface-Earth counterpart, those dwellers all around had heard the stories of Al Rodnam but knew him as the First Godhed, an Avatar from the Stars who had Once landed and then settled upon the doomed Earth Planet of which he had always been intuitively drawn to. Fiercely independent, Al Rodnam was a skilled man on a mission, so coming to Find Bry Dellows and the sacred Hollow it wards within.

Satisfied for the time Being, Al Rodnam abandoned his efforts at the console and strolled over to the Mother and snake asleep on a bed in a small adjacent room. He glanced at the two in askance. The Spell he had placed on them would be wearing off soon. Sighing with a bittersweet resolve, he gathered up his things and his company and Headed out the door of the bunker, eager to make it back to that elliptical locus of the lush, green Underworld of which they had warped into from the spot at the edge of the Hollow, back upon a newly apocalyptic Genesis-Era Surface-Earth of which he and the Mother would now begin colonizing. -MIKE EYE



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