Synopsis of The Aqueous Transmission ______________________
IN A DYING WORLD NOT UNLIKE OUR OWN, TWO ELEMENTAL FORCES are controlling two avatar demigods who seek to perpetuate the planet’s existence by reshaping a new world in a certain way after it has finally fallen to a post-apocalyptic state. On the One side we have Mother Magdalena, a strong and fierce pregnant Hankerhawk woman of the Earthen Bry Dellows who will be faced with the challenge of reviving humanity in a changed, desolate, dark world with no living creature in sight. On the other side we have Al Rodnam, a wise, old Sirian guru mystic who has much love for the dying world of Earth and is the last of his kind, the Godheds, who had helped Mother Magdalena restart civilization One age prior. Both personas will cross paths and have to help each other meet the commands of their elemental forces.
Meanwhile, throughout it all, Magdalena is continuously haunted by the shade of a mysterious man she somehow feels fiercely attracted to and also reminds her of someone important she had met Once, someone she had Once loved… Upon giving birth to her child, Magdalena feels compelled to search for this man, wherever his real person may be, fully believing the man to not only still be alive, but to in fact be the Last Godhed of whom she had been searching for for a long, long time. However, we come to find that the shade of this familiar man, although not in fact the Last Godhed, is indeed the Last Godhed’s fully manifest Shadow Identity toying with the Mother. Once the prerequisites for Magdalena and her High sisters are met, Al Rodnam must use his High powers to help beckon the Mother to his Shadow. But first, there must be a divine transformation through a magical pond located at a secret, special spot upon the ruins of the destroyed Earth, a spot that’ll help shift the gears of the story up a couple of notches in an extremely powerful and enchanting way, but not consciously quite exactly the way in which either avatar was ever expecting…
Here we find an incredibly well-written, well-prepared and thought-provoking story that is as dark and graphic as it is surprising and adventurous. It will definitely resonate with fans of visionary, speculative, and metaphysical science fiction and horror. From a budding new artist in the field of black, satiric, esoteric lore! Small snippets of my novel have been posted on WordPress for your reading enjoyment in hopes these Words will enlighten, entertain, and maybe even inspire you! There has been an incredible amount of research and preparation for this book, the author stating that it has been a complete joy to write, although extremely challenging at times.
The liquidity of Water is not to be found at the level of the individual molecule, nor [is] the visual perception… to be found at the level of the individual neuron or synapse.
WITH A SWIFT PRICK OF PANIC SUDDENLY INJECTING HER WITH A sharp sting of anguish and cynicism, the woman squashed the Blood-soaked pancreas with her fist in rage, hurled it at the floor, and darted from her tiny bedroom toward the nearby flight deck, Blood rushing to her Head with mortification. Approaching the cockpit, the frantic woman reflected inquisitively upon the flash of deep insight she had just obtained, began uneasily entertaining the idea that she may very well have fallen victim to a scheme more expansive and elaborate than her own.
With a few fingerings atop the surface of the console’s flat screen control panel, the woman disengaged light-speed and initiated descent, adjusting the ship’s altitude to take course within the Earth’s thermosphere. She sat frantically on the edge of her seat, smacking herself upside her perspiring forehead in an attempt to jostle herself awake in case she had been dreaming. As she approached Earth, the tense woman at the cockpit directed her gaze straight ahead, eyeing the closed shutter just in front of her. With an eager touch of a button at the control panel, the automated shutter retracted to reveal a murky outdoors.
The woman anxiously peered through the great glass dashboard to notice it was nighttime. She flipped the switch that powered on the ultra-fluorescent headlights. Straining her neck toward the front glass, the woman gazed into the darkness in an attempt to see if she could see anything out of the ordinary. Her heart was racing. With the touch of another button at the control panel, the little spaceship dipped another few kilometers South. That was when the woman caught first sight of the remnants of mayhem just below her: the sinister miasma blanketing the air with dark greys, spread out in thick gloomy puffs, slowly rolling upward.
“NO!” the woman yelled out in alarm, her whole back now soaked in sweat. The smoke was quickly rising up around the ship, encasing it with its drear envelopes.
As the space-pod quickly found itself shaking viciously through the turbulence, immersed in the dense smog of dusky greys that were ravaging the night sky, a flash of embarrassment lit the inside of the woman’s cheeks on fire.
It all came to her.
She realized her ego had been knocked out from having been unwittingly caught in the punch line of a devious joke, struck by the spiteful brunt of a most ruthless prankster that had ultimately proved to be shrewder than she.
The lady placed her dainty digits upon her cheeks.
She screamed in Horror.
The painful shrill echoed throughout the curvy enclosure of the flying silver craft.
The woman maliciously clenched her teeth and cocked her quivering head slightly upward, her Eyes widening as panic struck her hard.
She gaped blankly through the great glass dash in a numb terror, feeling forced to watch the ominous heavy clouds of dark smoke gust about beyond it. She sat paralyzed, sensed a hostile opposing force laughing hysterically at her. But all around her was dead silence. A tear trickled down her left cheek. She let out a few whimpers.
For a timeless instant, the woman remained perplexed at what was before her as she trembled, staring wide-Eyed in a trance out the window.
”It’s true. Oh God!” she spoke aloud, more tears falling down her face. She cupped her palm around her mouth in astonishment. A quick quiver crept up her spine and a shudder shook her glance away. She took a long blink and placed her other palm across her heart.
”My sisters,” she thought. “Oh, God!”
The woman continued to sit at the head of the space-pod, immensely distraught and in sheer disbelief. The ship was now approximately 25 kilometers above the surface of the Earth, quietly cruising on auto-pilot at a smoothly decelerating velocity through the sinister smoke that was growing thicker and thicker as the vessel descended.
😲WHAT THE F@*# HAPPENS IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE VESSEL DESCENDS??!!?💧
-MIKE EYE (firstname.lastname@example.org / mike33eye.wordpress.com)