#2. Incendiary Ajna of a One Magdalena to Ignite High Psychic Union with Solaria

Story snippet #2 excerpted from

The Aqueous Transmission by

MIKE EYE 

…from Episode One / Chapter 7…

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…A bruised‭, ‬miserable Magdalena wearily pushed herself up‭, ‬dusted herself off‭, ‬and again looked around‭, ‬trembling despite herself‭. ‬In the Moonlit darkness‭, ‬she could see piles and piles of wrecked mortar‭, ‬broken cement structures‭, ‬and pieces of bricks and wood‭, ‬completely destroyed‭, ‬all coated with a dark‭, ‬slimy‭, ‬shadowy substance‭. ‬She dared not imagine the types of foul odors that were wafting through the air beyond her helmet‭. ‬Nor the powerfully activated energies of intense radiation poisoning the‭ ‬spoiled atmosphere‭.‬ The detonation of the mighty, most momentous sperm-bomb of Fletcher Munsin had no doubt hit within the past hour, the woman surmised. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Noxious gases of a sick symphony plumed up from the hot surface of Earth’s black opera‭, ‬dancing to a Damned discord with the thick rhythm section of a murky sky‭, ‬whirling around with effervescent particles of filth fiddles‭, ‬adding their high-pitched staccato‭ ‬shrills to the overly melodramatic, but oh-so-empty theatrics‭. ‬Blood and oil and other various expedient liquids seemed spread out over the surface of everything‭. ‬Unidentifiable junk was scattered‭ ‬everywhere‭. ‬Lina saw deep craters blown into the surface of what had Once been the Earth‭, ‬dared not look into them‭. ‬No structures remained standing‭; ‬no trees nor any other life-forms were still existing‭. ‬Death and decay had seized everything‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

As far as she could remember‭, ‬Mother Magdalena had never seen anything like this before‭.‬‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

As soon as her Heart-rate decreased a bit‭, ‬the Mother paused to contemplate her updated predicament‭. ‬Where was she to go‭? ‬What was she to do‭? ‬Why was she even to have any desire of living in a post-apocalyptic world of‭ such ‬sheer‭ ‬devastation‭? ‭”‬Because your purpose is to procreate prolifically‭, ‬no matter what‭!!‬‭” ‬she answered her question aloud‭, ‬remembering what Solaria had demanded of her‭. ‬She had done a rather good job at that‭, ‬she thought‭, ‬up until the fission had fortunately finally finished off the family circle of the fatherland‭…‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

….The front-end of the ship‭ ‬was buried beneath‭ ‬the ruins‭, ‬appearing as if it had made a direct nose-dive‭, ‬smashing full-force into the devastated planet‭. ‬It was a‭ ‬disturbing sight to behold‭, ‬and Lina for some reason felt that there must be some special explanation for her having survived the crash‭. ‬Wincing as a pulse‭ ‬of pain flared up through her head-wound‭, ‬Magdalena continued to question her purpose in the renewed world‭. ‬A thickening dark smoke was drifting upward from the downed craft‭, ‬and she could see a fierce‭, ‬hungry blaze overtaking the greater part of it‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬Wow‭, ‬I made it out just in time‭,” ‬she thought to herself‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Turning her back to the blazing wreckage‭, ‬she trudged aimlessly through the dark slimy gook of her dead land with a heavy sigh‭. ‬She started to feel severely depressed‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

After having trudged through the ruins for about fifty‭ ‬yards‭, ‬she heard a loud explosion behind her‭. ‬She turned around to see her destroyed spaceship engulfed in flames‭, ‬which had just ignited a combustion as it had come in contact with the ship’s fuel supply tank‭. ‬She stood and watched as the flames grew thicker and thicker‭, ‬the dense black mushroom puffs they produced bellowing upward, ‬dispersing with the morbid exhaust in the sickened sky to create a sinister smog of gloom‭ that offered the Mother a swoon.‬‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Magdalena stared through the dome around her head at the menacing blaze flaring upward‭, ‬her Eyes bulging‭. ‬She felt a forceful urge to immerse her vision within the fire‭, ‬its flickering flames reflecting themselves over her glassy Eyes‭ ‬as she glared at it in a trance‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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“Thank you‭,‬” she murmured faintly‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Then‭, ‬the Mother felt forced to focus her glance to the center of the largest of the beckoning flames which was bluish-white and brilliant and at the heart of the wreckage‭. ‬She instantly felt a powerful connection with it‭. ‬And abruptly‭, ‬the dread Lina had been feeling instantly turned to bliss‭, ‬and she looked on in wonder‭. ‬She felt as if‭ ‬she were hallucinating‭, ‬but she knew she wasn’t‭. ‬At least she didn’t think she was‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‬The flames possessed her and she became One with them‭.‬‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Her consciousness now spiraling inside an enchanting void‭, ‬Magdalena could feel the bluish-white naval of the flame‭ ‬communicating with her‭. ‬Through her Eyes‭, ‬it spoke to her in the language of infernal malice‭. ‬And through her slashed forehead it shot a heavy stream of radiance‭, ‬un-tapping a supreme‭, ‬archaic‭, ‬psychic knowledge‭…

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….‭”‬MOTHER MAGDALENA‭!‬‭”‬‭ ‬it spoke out‭, ‬not with‭ ‬words‭, ‬but with a voice of pulsating, psychoactive, telepathic illumination‭. ‬Her spirit was directly locked onto the center of the flame‭, ‬embracing its offerings…

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….Fixed in an endless reverie‭, ‬a blank expression on her face‭, ‬Magdalena’s Ajna chakra had become fully stimulated‭, ‬and blood now gushed outward from the gash in her forehead‭, ‬bursting through the bandaging‭, ‬squirting all over the inside of her helmet’s transparent dome‭, ‬completely obstructing her view with a crimson flush‭. ‬Proving that she could not be disconnected in any way from the almighty nexus now communicating with her‭, ‬the triple optics of the Mother then pierced through the ruby veil of her helmet’s dome with activated brainwaves of eternal intent‭, physically ‬parting the obstructing splattered blood outward from three small‭, ‬perfectly rounded areas of the blood-soaked dome around her Head‭, ‬correlating to her three beams of vision‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Magdalena continued to listen to Solaria‭, ‬staring‭, ‬all-Eyes‭, ‬directly into the depths of the inferno‭……

“WHAT THE F*@# DOES SOLARIA SAY NEXT TO THE ONLY WOMAN NOW LEFT ON FUCKED-EARTH??? 😲 ‘NOTHING,’ YOU SAY??! WRONG!! I, MIKE EYE, CAN TELL YOU FOR A SOLID FACT THAT SOLARIA DOES INDEED ‘SAY’ SOMETHING NEXT!!!!”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬ 🌞‬

-MIKE EYE 🍄

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