The Mind of Androgyny –part 4– To the beyond (A story by Jack)

Posted on January 11, 2016 by jacktrismegistus

Exploratory Habitat: Annubis

Exploratory Pod: Galileo

“It’s still difficult for me to grasp, but we’re going to be the first of mankind to inhabit a brand-fuckin-new planet. –Brand-fuckin-new!” Said an eager and ambitious middle-aged man.  He possessed much authority due to the extent of his wealth, yet one would have never guessed by his demeanor.  It is difficult to discern whether he is in his late thirties or early forties, but if one were to judge by his attire one would assume he was in his late teens.  He was in, arguably, the most expensive pound-for-pound piece of machinery ever built.  He is about to engulf in an endeavor that will be the most important in the history of man, and he is wearing basketball shorts and a cut off t-shirt.  He has typical male-patterned baldness and very little respect for the etiquette of hygiene.  He is a very wealthy man, who feels no need to prove anything to anyone, at least in the sense of flaunting his wealth.

Apart from him, sat Chung.–A scientist on board the ship who James has taken a particular liking to.  Chung could not figure out why.  He wasn’t sure if it was because they were close in age or because he was the only one who genuinely minded James, albeit for limited amounts of time.  Chung put up with James’ crude interpersonal skills.  This isn’t so much a fair statement because James had the skills he simply chose to disregard them.

James belonged to the wealthiest bloodline on planet earth.  And in the year 2172 AD he assumed complete control of this families wealth.  And by the year 2180 he decided to manifest his boyhood dream of not only discovering but setting up life on a  brand new planet.  So when Big Science got wind of Second Earth, he new his calling.  He always wanted to be the first to do something.  He knew he couldn’t live up to his fathers standard of success by any earth bound accomplishment, so he sought to do something fantastical.  He sought to sew he oat in the stars.

He began a joint venture with The United Providences of Earth– the unilateral ruling body that governed the world’s affairs.  He would finance the majority of the mission, while UPE would provide both the knowledge base , logistical support, and military support to successfully complete the mission.  A lofty idea yes, but a pragmatical idea because the resources did exist.  And the more importantly, the ambition and curiosity existed.

“Yeah..it’s amazing what money can buy huh.” Remarked Chung with a condescending undertone.  James could not discern the ethnicity of  Chung, he just knew he wasn’t white.  Chung was a man relatively small in stature.  And did not know what he as getting himself into.  He volunteered for this mission because of his ambition.  He really had little ties to anyone back on earth and was forever engrossed in his career.  The idea of being part of the team that inhabited New Earth was something he could never pass up.  He knew that his critical adaption of the Mind-Link device and building of the Mind-Link network was the only reason he was approached for this mission.  He was the first person to successfully link man and machine by thought.  The thoughts of a man can be communicated via a network, like an internet, to a cloud like system.  What that man is feeling emotionally, instinctively, fears, all active thoughts can be downloaded and decoded instantaneously.   And conversely thoughts can be communicated to and from.  Thus, if you wanted to communicate with anyone “uploaded” to the network you could express active thoughts to them and vice verse.  The device isn’t a permanent imbedding because it can be disconnected by both parties at any time.

“Hey Chung, you know we’re going to go down in the history book.  They’re definitely going to create a Holiday for me.–Like Columbus day. Except, you know, I actually discovered this place.”

“I see.” replied Chung.  Chung saw this as the perfect opportunity to pick his financier’s brain.  “So, in the perfect world.  If this planet is as inhabitable as our reports have predicted, what exactly is the end game?”

“I like the way your brain works Chung.  I admire that about you.  Always the inquisitive one, the exploratory mind.  That’s precisely why you were chosen…”

Chung wasn’t sure if that was James’ way of avoiding the question but he opted not to probe any deeper at the present moment.

Along with James and Chung, the exploratory pod contained three other life forms.  Two women and a dog.  The dog being James’ closest companion named Bruno.  The two women were formally trained for combat.  Razelia was a few years older than James’ but has been head of his private security team for the past ten years, they have quite a rapport.  Alongside her is her protege Tazelia, she is about ten years younger than Razelia.  Razelia only agreed to go on this lengthy voyage if Razelia could come along with her and of course James acquiesced.  Tazelia was his comfort blanket.  Whenever she was near he felt no fear.  In all honesty, he considered her his personal good-luck charm.

The exploratory pod that the five were aboard was not very large at all.  The exploratory pod, Galileo, launched from the mother-habitat, Annubis, just three days prior.  The Annubis was a flying fortress, built for destruction.  James often thought he had the ability to blow the moon into little pieces if he oh so desired, this thought alone tickled him.  The exploratory pod, Galileo, was large enough to house the five sentient beings comfortably as well as the thirty-three militarized androids.  The droids were built for maxim destruction and designed to endure as well as dish out an abundance of damage.

Galileo is projected to land on the new earth within seventy-two hours.

The four are gathered around a circular table and are eating what they have agreed to be dinner.  The meal isn’t much to boast about, just enough to provide nutrients to the body.

“Hey, what do you guys think about this?” Says James.  “I’ve been watching a lot of videos about philosophy lately.”

“Hold on, like internet videos that anyone could post?” Ask Razelia.

“Exactly, you’d be surprise what jewels lie in plain sight.  Anyway, there’s this one guy, who goes by the name KY.  He he has this theory, that anything that can be conceptualized by the mind is a reality.  Like it exist somewhere in some reality.”

“Wait, so like, dragons, unicorns… anything?  That’s ridiculous.  Where the hell would it exist?”

“That’s just it.  KY says as humans we are not creative beings, we are just organizers of information.  He says that information reaches us in many manners and our imagination is just one way information is communicated to us.”

“That still doesn’t answer the question.”

“I know, but I was just thinking.  What if he’s right you know.  What if this new earth has all of those things imagined, you know.  Like what if we get here, and we are greeted by a talking unicorn. Wouldn’t that be nuts?”

Chung listened to the conversation, although he could not believe he was entertaining such a discussion right now.  Despite his efforts to dismiss the conversation it did jump start his mind with all types of wonders regarding New Earth.

“I mean, anything is possible.” Said Tazelia.  “Say we land and do encounter a new species of being.  What exactly are your plans?”

“It all depends..you know?  How welcoming will the beings be?  How intelligent will the beings be?  How sophisticated will the species be?  How will we be able to communicate with the species?”

“Fair.”

“But if it’s a bunch of big breasted damsels in distress, well I’m sure I don’t need to finish the thought.”

No one knew how to quite respond to the comment, so they sat there in a brief awkward silence until Chung quickly broke the ice.

“Well, according to the preliminary prognostics , New Earth, has parallel topography and physical make-up as our own earth.” Added Chung.

“Yes Chung, that would mean there’s a change that whatever evolved on this earth had similar conditions to our own and may have evolved in the same manner.  Now who’s to say how far along they are along the evolutionary expression is an entirely different question.” Said James.  “All things to consider, but nothing to fret about. I am confident we are prepared for all possible outcomes.”

……..

Minus 24 hours util breach.

“Hey Chung…”

The two women were resting in the slumber chambers.  Set rested at the foot of his master.  Chung was up reading the latest reports, cogitating about possible scenarios, and seemed to be the only one full of nerves.  There are so many variables to consider, what will be the weather be like, how will that effect the landing.  According to the reports, the land is teaming with life forms.  Are these life forms dangerous, docile, domestic or violent and dangerous.

Why am I the only one wrecked…

“Chung, you listening?”

“Huh, yah..I was just–”

“Yah, I know, you are a worried wreck.  It’s more than obvious.  Relax, I know we’re about to embark on the most paramount act in human history that can have so many implications to the direction mankind takes, but–take it easy.”

“I mean when you put it like…” Chung replied with an air of sarcasm.

“Here’s something to think about, it might take your mind off things.  I doubt it, but I to need to am a bit nervous and shooting the shit alleviated my mind.”  Said James.  “Well remember I was telling about that philosopher?”

“KY? Philosopher?  We’re being a little generous aren’t we..”

“True, regardless he had another interesting theory.”

“I’ll bite.”

“He had this theory that the earth that we called home was really the manifestation of Hell.  It was the biblical Hell or underworld of human myth.”

“And what would that make us?”

“Well this is where it gets interesting.  He says some of us are demons or the damned and we are leaching on the life force of the damned.  I guess the damned are those who are in Hell for a temporary amount of time, just log enough to experience their punishment, learn their lesson, or seek righteousness–I believe.  And some people, like Jesus, were teachers sent from this ‘Heaven’ to show the damned the way back.”

“So how could one know if he were demon or damned?”

“Well this is were his argument became a little shaky.  He said something about the dilation of pupils, and the government being in on it.  It totally went left field in to this conspiracy talk.”

“Well, if anyone would know about conspiracy theories and goverment it would definitely be you.”

James did not quite know how to take that jab,so he ignored it.

“Wouldn’t that be crazy if KY was right. What if he were landing on this wonderful planet where everyone is pleasant, and land of milk and honey.  What if we were the anomaly that managed to by pass the system.  We were able to find heaven with the power of our own ingenuity.  Wouldn’t that be something, when intellect overcomes God.”

Chung thought to himself momentarily.  As though a small glimpse of despair tackled his conscious.  He then spoke.

“If that’s the case, I’d guess I’d feel a little guilt.”

“Why’s that?  –Because we discovered heaven without the help of some God?”

“No, for the fact that we would be bringing Hell to a perfect paradise.”

James thought about the statement.  And although this was a complete hypothetical scenario, the statement resonated with him.  It actually resonated deeper than he would have liked.  The plus side it removed any residual nerves that he had but replaced them with pensive thoughts.

The pod began to shake violently.  Bruno began to bark incessantly.  Razelia became fully alert and urgently headed towards Chung.

“What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know.” Replied Chung.  “This isn’t in our reports.”  It appears as though we are breaching some type of ether.  Maybe it’s equivalent to this earth’s ozone layer.  Who knows?”

“Well how much longer will it last?”

“Hopefully not much longer…I really have no idea.”

 

 

 

 

 

Beings are damned to dementions… Not completely destroyed but banished.. They can not traverse between dimensions without portals… These humans are the gateways between dimensions.. A death in one can be birth within another

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The Mind of Androgyny –part 3– Septuachet’s Journey Continues (A story by Jack)

Posted on December 27, 2015 by jacktrismegistus

And then there was light.  There was plenty of light, an exorbitant amount of light,  inundating light. The euphoric light struck the outer layer of the thick cocoon.  Each layer of the cocoon began to slowly retract as though allergic to the light.  Each leaf like structure began to dry up and gingerly float to the ground until there was no more.

A woman emerged among the light.  From afar all one would be able to see would be a silhouette.  But if one were to approach the silhouette, they would be blinded by majestic radiance. Septuachet’s brown skin sparkled, it glistened as a sticky substance that covered her body began to refract light brilliantly.  The substance had the viscosity of molasses, and because time often acted unordinary in her presence, the substance appeared to trickle down each curve of her body as drops of water.

Septuachet no longer displayed a childlike appearance, but allowed her full figured beauty to display in full blossom.  Her bright red hair floated atop of her head like a Dandelion.  She felt different, as though she had a greater grasp on her purpose.  And maybe it wasn’t her purpose she had a greater grasp of but she was well aware that this garden was not her destiny.  This garden had nothing to do with her destiny.  She now understood that this place was a place of solace, a safe haven but she was unsure from what.  She simply knew that  a deep hurt and a deep pain from many times ago resonated within her.  A hurt that she tried her best to forget, but to forget was to leave behind a part of her–a part of her that she could no longer live without.

She took a step, and realized she felt famished.  She looked around for something familiar and saw Swelven.  She knew much time had passed but Swelven did not age a bit.  He hustled over to her and submitted his head to her.  She rubbed the top of his head.

“How’s my Swelvly been?”  His body language reciprocated immense excitement.  “Oh I missed you too!”  She began to walk in the direction that her intuition directed her.  “Well Swelven, that is one tree down, more lessons to learn.  I think we should go in this direction.  What do you think?”  Swelven looked up with a brief curiosity but simply followed with supreme loyalty.

Septuachet walked and walked until the light turned to darkness.  Only stopping to drink and eat of the fruits that the land provided.  By now, all that was seen in the sky were the lights of infinity and the lights of the potential lessons she had yet to discover.

She felt a tingling sensation flicker against her toes.  She looked down and could see nothing.  The sensation vanished.  She took a few more strides and the sensation returned, although this time a little more intense.  She looked down to see what it was and again the sensation vanished.

“Hey Swelvy, stop it, why don’t you.”  Swelven looked at her in bemusement.  She knew he wasn’t the source of the sensation but she usually had control of her immediate surroundings and this was out of the ordinary.  She knew blaming him was a temporary-mute solution.  She continued walking and like clockwork the sensation returned.  This time, she didn’t stop to look down.  She decided to continue walking and pretend like nothing had happened.  As she continued walking she began to hear snickers coming from the direction of the sensation.  This time both Swelven and Septuachet caught a glimpse of what was causing the sensation.

“Hey you two! cut that out!”

“Aw man she caught us…”  “It was your idea to raise the temperature.” “I know, I know.” “I bet we could have went another mile if you would have left well enough alone.”

“Hey, Hey, Hey… enough bickering between you two.  Who are you?”

“Our apologies Queen, how rude of us not to formally introduce ourselves.”  In the darkness two very small flames stood next to each other, as erect, and with as much respect as possible.  They even refused to flicker, just stood as motionless flames.  “My name is Xavier.”  “..And my name is Xavier as well but with emphasis on the heavy ‘a’ sound.”  Septuachet thought it was strange that these two flames appeared, and even stranger that they shared virtually the same name, albeit slightly different.  “And you’re probably wondering why we’re here.  Well, we are gifts of the infinite sent here to guide you to the next seed and protect you from any harm.”  She knew that this was a ridiculous statement.  This was her garden and she had never came close to any harm, although there mere presence was an anomaly.  So she really could not rule anything out.  She knew they were not completely forthright but could sense they were without threat.

“And what danger do you suppose you are to protect me from?”

Xavier looked up at his Queen, and became overwhelmed.  He had no idea her presence would have this much of an effect on him.  After all he was but a flame.  He immediately felt a pride swell up in his chest and his flame grew.  “Any and all forms of danger your Highness!”

“Very Well..”

“This way your Highness.”

Xavier and Xavier began to flicker with excitement.  They continued in the direction Septuachet had already chosen and took pride in leading the way.  In the distance, they could see a thick fog approaching, even in the darkness the fog retained a glow.

As the small group slowly approached the fog, a cold chill began to spread.  A howling sound began to grow louder and louder with each advancement that the group made.  From afar Septuachet could not perceive within the darkness, but it became evident that they were approaching a tornado.

Is this the next seed. Septuachet thought to herself.

Doubt began to slowly creep in, and the wind began to pick up drastically.  The fog became so thick that Septuachet could not even see her own hand in front of her.

“Queen! Fear not!” said the Xavier’s.  “This is what you were made to do your highness!” In her mind Septuachet knew she really had no reason to be fearful.  The Garden would never do her any harm.  But something felt unnecessarily eery.  And the words of the Xavier’s were quite reassuring.

The Xavier’s could sense their Queen’s uneasiness.  They seized the opportunity to be valiant.  They began to concentrate and channel their energy.  The last thing they wanted was for the wind to get the best of them.  Xavier and Xavier combined themselves as one and began to fight the wind. Septuachet took notice and added her energy to the situation. The two flames, now one, began to expand and provide a level of heat that counter-balanced the wind–creating a tunnel within the wind for Swelven and Septuachet to walk through.  Septuachet could feel the wind put up quite a resistance, it tried with all of its might to detour the flames.  Septuachet stood strong as the wind beat against her face–at times lifting her off of her feet.

“This way your Highness!”

“We have manage to subdue the wind, walk this way and you’ll be able to reach the eye of the storm.”

Septuachet fought her way through the wind to reach the tunnel that the Xavier’s created.  Once she reached the tunnel she gasped at how much peace the Xavier’s manage to create.  The gateway led to the eye of the tornado where a seed waited patiently to be discerned.

“Swelvy, wait here.  You will be safe, I will not be long.”

Septuachet entered the eye of the tornado, and was blitzed by an array of peace.  It was completely still.  There was nothing but calm, serenity and stillness.  From the sky a drizzle of energy cascaded unto a golden walnut-sized seed.  Septuachet approached the seed, but was unsure of what actions to take.

She decided to sit in front of the seed with her legs crossed.  Her red hair danced atop her head.  The serenity provided warmth to her flesh.  She waited.

The golden walnut-sized seed sprouted six spider-like legs and began to walk.  Septuachet’s eyes followed the seed as it began to walk towards her.  It stopped right in front of her as though it was analyzing her.  It then commenced to traveling in a circle around the patient Septuachet.  It continued with this pattern seven times and completed seven circles around Septuachet.  With the final circle it stopped and crawled up the young woman’s back.

Septuachet shuttered as the fine-toothed legs prickled her neck while the walnut steadily climbed.  It continued to climb carefully until it reached the apex of her crown.  Septuachet did not move.  She sat in serenity as the golden walnut-like seed settled atop her head and nested in her hair as a hen would.  The golden walnut spoke no works but carried itself in a mechanical manner.  It retracted its legs and sprouted a lens-like eye from its shell.  Septuachet felt a tingle as the energy began to draw from her body, the energy beginning in her feet began to draw north towards the walnut.  The tornado’s power began to grow yet Septuachet felt no effects of such, the eye of the tornado remained serene.  The walnut drew from the energy of the infinite as the energy trickled into the tornado.  Septuachet heard a mechanical tick.

The golden walnut began to tick as a movie reel would.  The lens like eye began a slow flicker.  The intensity of the flicker began to increase until an image projected.  An image sprang forth and a three dimensional motion picture danced right in front of Septuachet.

What is this?

Septuachet thought in wonder.  She studied the image as it came into focus.  Her mind struggled to recollect the image.

“Do you remember me?  I am what love looks like.”  A male voice emanated from the image.  A chill immediately hit Septuachet’s body.  She knew that voice.  She could not actively recall the voice.  But she knew that voice, that voice came from a time before- a life before.  Yes she knew this voice all too well.

“Do you remember when I said I would always love you?  Do you remember when I gave you my heart?  Do you?”

Septuachet thought.  She didn’t like how she was feeling.  Something in her felt like it was missing, and this man had it.

“Do you ever wonder about me?  You banished my love but took my heart.”

Septuachet wanted to make it stop.  Please make it all stop.  What is the purpose of all of this?

“The hurt and pain you tried to escape is alive.  The misery you abandoned did not die, it lives.  As long as I live, it lives.”  What did this all mean.  Septuachet felt both intrigued and obligated.

The projection abruptly stopped.

The golden-walnut seed jumped off of Septuachet’s head and landed in front of her.  It immediately dissipated.  The tornado halted to a stop.  Everything stopped.  The darkness fled.

Septuachet stood up and looked around.  She saw no one.  She stood there motionless in the bright of day.  Thoughts raced across her mind.  She thought back to the story chamber and the allegories her father taught.  She began to make connections and draw conclusions.  She thought about Her and the act of forgiveness She foretold.  She began to think of the time before and what she-herself may have played in that time.

The thoughts came to her.  Thought after thought came to her.  Was she HER.  Who exactly am I ? The thoughts came to her:

Septuachet, know thyself.  I was before I am now.  There was a time before the flood.  There was a him.  And he was my love.  What was his name?  Where is he now?  I blamed him.  He gave of himself to save me.  I must find him.  What have I done?

 

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The Mind of Androgyny –part 2– Septuachet’s Journey (A story by Jack)

Posted on November 6, 2015 by jacktrismegistus

Septuachet awakened to the enticing aroma of her mother’s meal and slobbering kisses from Swelven.  Her slumber was resuscitating.

“Oh Swelven, I’m so excited about today! I can not wait to explore my first lesson, the Tree of the Infinite!”

Welven looked up at her with a curious expression. He had the slightest clue as to what she was articulating but just felt happy to be near his friend.  Her energy excited him greatly and he began to cycle through colors.  His outer layer glowed every color of the rainbow in a matter of seconds and then halted on bright pink.

“Septuachet! Breakfast is ready! Make yourself ready and join me at the table,” said Septuagi.

“Swelven, I’ll meet up with you after breakfast. Go!”

….

“Where’s father?” Said Septuachet.

“He went to meet with the Council regarding the Destiny Debate”  Septuachet thought for a minute, and finally recalled what her mother was referring to.  For some strange reason she was hoping the council’s fear was nothing more than elders finding a purpose for themselves.  But she had the feeling that this council’s meeting was of dire importance and had extreme implications.

“Are they still worried mama?”

“Septuachet, you have nothing to worry about.  You have been chosen for a reason and you will fulfill your role beautifully.”  Septuachet’s worry did not remain with her at all, the meeting only sparked her intrigued.

“Thank you, mama”

Septuachet was so excited, she began eating more and more rapidly.  Like all perceptive mothers Septuagi took notice.

“Septuachet, the seeds of the Infinite aren’t going anywhere.”

“I know mama, but that doesn’t make me any less anxious.”  Septuachet’s anticipation of the days coming events quickly took her mind off of the council and back into the moment.

“I know darling, but be careful when you are out there. Do not over indulge in the fruit they bare. And the tree in the middle, I cautious you not to partake of its fruit, because it may show you things that can not be unshown.”

Septuachet looked at her mother with an inquisitive gaze. For her normally upbeat mother never alluded to such a foreboding. In this place of righteousness, what flaw could possibly surface. First the council and now this.

“Ok, mama.” Septuagi allowed her daughter to be dismissed from the table. She knew that it was Septuachet’s life to live and only prayed for the will of her daughter. She realized the outcome of an entire kingdom remained in the will of a child. It was a conundrum indeed but a necessary truth. She was surrounded by a feeling of calm and that unburdened her spirit.

……

Septuachet lay supine atop Swelven as he strolled through the garden towards the first Seed. The bright colors of the foliage tantalized Septuachet’s eyes as she rest back to back atop Swelven. The violets, oranges, pinks and purples shouted into her pupils and invited her to shout back. She let out a roar like a lion cub. Swelven bucked up as his vines ensured that she remained fastened to him. He jumped up and down excitedly and let out a trombone like sound from underneath, as an elephant would. The spirit of excitement inundated the atmosphere and even the insects joined their Queen in the excitement.

After a few hours of travel the end of the first rainbow-like energy stream drew near.

The energy of the rainbow scorched the surface of the earth and there was but a small leaf budding from the surface of the earth.  The rainbow combined with the earth and sprang forth life.

“Swelven, look!”

Swelven gave Septuachet a curious look. He could not see the bud if he wanted to.  His color became a opulent white.  Septuachet, remembered what her father told her. Only she had the sight to see each tree. Some may see one or maybe two, but only she has the sight to see all seven. Septuachet inhaled deeply as her skin began to crawl. She exhaled a mighty breath that made it’s way to the bud. Septuachet quickly found herself stepping outside of time with only her and the bud sharing a static state.

“Woah…”

In an instant, Septuachet witnessed the bud grow exponentially. It quickly grew into a luscious tree with an abundance of leaves, it shed the leaves, shriveled up, turned black and repeated the process. It did this three times and after the third time a humanoid appeared to spring forth. Septuachet attempted to discern whether it was a he or she but could not. She felt no fear, only reassurance.

Septuachet stood ankle deep in autumn leaves. She was captivated by the glorious energy that expelled from this humanoid like creature. Its legs were rooted in the ground and its hair faded into the beam of rainbow energy. Although it was rooted in the garden it still managed to float around with great elegance, as a renown dancer would.

Septuachet thought back on her many lessons. “Yo…y…you must be the Tree of Transformation?”

It squinted its eyes and tilted its head to the side as it fastened its gaze upon the child. “Is that what they told you darling? How quaint. A euphemistic-rhetorical quib!” It placed its hand on its would be hip. “Allow me to introduce myself, I am renowned as Metecothaneus otherwise known as the Tree of Death, toots…”

Septuachet blinked twice.

“Speechless.. Yes I tend to have that effect.. But what is death but transformation anyhow.. Change, new, old, it’s all the same again, again, and then again again…”

Septuachet knew it wasn’t wise to speak unless she had something pertinent to say. So she simply listened, looked and hoped discernment would keep her in good standing.

“Child come here, I can take one look at you and tell there is something that you are dying to be.”

Septuachet approached, the Tree grew a branch from its body and rustled the leaves against Septuachet’s body.

“Yes child, your soul practically spills out your eyes. Such a pity, your willingness may lead to your demise. Any-who, where was I? Yes, your eyes foretell your death. This shell you no longer desire. Your soul knows the same beginnings as I, and your appearance is what you seek to change? Is that all you came to me for, a superficial changing of the exterior. I’ll say!”

Septuachet, did no longer wish to be a child but that is hardly the reason she came to the Tree. In fact she wasn’t sure why she came. She knew she felt compelled and willing.

The tree began to grow a fruit. It ripened as quickly as it grew.

“Here, partake upon this child.”

Metecothaneus extended the fruit to Septuachet and she held it in her hand for a moment. She rubbed the outside of the silver fruit, she analyzed all sides of it and decided to take a large bite.

“Sweet dreams…”

Septuachet began to slowly fall asleep. As she did so, a cocoon began to slowly enwrap her. A hardening multi colored shell began to form around her until it completely encompassed her.

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The Mind of Androgyny –part 1–Septuachet Rises (A story by Jack)

Posted on October 29, 2015 by jacktrismegistus

“Since the very beginning we were always meant to rule ourselves.  Yet, particular principles were set in place.  Ideologies and moralities placed to help keep order.  And as a precaution, principalities were set in order.  Laws of the megaverse that can not be broken by any known means, such Gravity, Death, Love.  There were other principalities set into motion the could be harassed through free will: that of Justice and Freedom.  These principles were not governed by the same manner as the universal principles of the galaxies–those principles are automated and run as a clock would.  No, these principles of Justice and Freedom were bestowed unto men and for any being to seize them, as they saw fit.”

A fascinated daughter looks up at her father as he is telling this story.  Her eyes are enticed by the spectacle of colors that surround her.  She is below the crust of the earth within the Story chamber, where the future leaders of man learn their lessons, particular truths bestowed upon them passed down by narratives from the Voice of tradition.

“Will I one day influence the destiny of men, father?”

He recognized the ambition in the young child’s voice. He did not want to tarnish this but he remained well aware of the darkening that ambition can place on a man’s soul.

“Septuachet’s, your  relationship with Imagination will lead the way.. But for now, simply listen, for these seeds will one day blossom.  Do you want to bare good fruit or bad?”

“–Good.”

“Well then, where was I? Aww yes, Freedom and Justice.  There was a time when these two principles were not unified.  There was a time when virtues were not enough to rule the heart of men.  Justice had it’s own kingdom among the surface of the earth and Freedom had a stronghold upon the desires of men.  These two principles were scattered upon the surface of the earth for any and all to grasp and use with their own discretion.  Men and women from all tribes across the earth seized the principles.  These peoples did not know the power that they possessed.  Even a portion of the power of Justice was enough to corrupt a man’s imagination.  Men ceased being men and were turning into things of their warped imagination.  The Barrier between death and life  became too accessible and the system of our world began to slowly deteriorate.  The souls of the righteous men became the most precious of commodities.  They were hunted and feasted upon in extravagant ritual.  Men became monsters and monsters still lusted for men.”

Septuachet looked at her master teacher with a certain fascination.  She didn’t quite believe the story to be true but she knew something about the story resonated with her.  And she held that truth deep inside.

“Then one day a restoration process took place.  The righteous were placed into a habitat of protection, an illustrious biosphere of organic energy, all that the righteous needed to survive and thrive.  Nothing was allowed into this place and nothing was allowed out of this place.  It was guarded by the fiercest things imaginable.  Freedom and Justice were reconciled and each were made whole again.  A great flood came and destroyed every living thing outside of the habitat. And so the people lived amongst each other in a spirit of righteousness.  The allotted one to be the caretaker of Justice and Freedom alike. They all ate from the tree of life and unanimously selected a leader..”

“Her?”

Septuachet  pointed to an image that now hovered above her almost in free space as a projection.  Aww, her progress is coming along swell the master teacher thought to himself.  She is improving her ability to harness the imagination well.

“Yes, and She has passed this responsibility down throughout time.”

“Where is She now?” Asked Septuachet.

“Do you not see Her?”

Although he himself could not see her, he felt her divine presence.  He already knew that his daughter was the chosen one, but this conjuring put all worries to rest.  All that was needed now was to keep young Septuachet  safe and sound within righteousness.

“Ask her a question.”

“Father, how can I…”

“Never doubt, doubt is the precedence to destruction.”

The apparition began to fade in and out.  Septuachet quickly regained faith and began to actualize Her.  As She became closer and closer the details of her, vividly displayed themselves.  Septuachet noticed that her flesh was the same reddish brown hue as the envisioned woman. She reveled in the physical beauty of Her and only hoped that one day she could reach such physical prowess.  She yearned for hypnotizing hips, confident shoulders and a buxom backside.  She was everything Septuachet  envisioned herself being as an adult.  She slowly walked closer and closer to Septuachet in a mesmerizing fashion.  The Master teacher had not the knowledge to see what was going on.  All that he could see was that his daughter was in a trancelike state.  

She walked right up to the young Septuachet and placed both hands upon the child’s head, and with her full lips placed a kiss upon the child’s forehead.

“Why me?” asked Septuachet.  

“That is for you to experience and not to know.  That is for you to transcend, it is not a condemnation but a responsibility that is not without consequence.”

Septuachet, although only five years of age(as appearance would have it) completely understood what She meant.

“My message to you, before I leave, is that forgiveness is life.  Allow your relationship with imagination to help guide the way, beyond curiosity.  Remember forgiveness will always set you free, and will help balance the Principles of Freedom and Justice, you always have a choice.”

With that spoken, She vanished as quickly as she appeared.  Septuachet  slowly withdrew from her trancelike state.  The Master Teacher gathered his young daughter as she began to cry.  He knew today’s lesson was  among the most valuable that she would learn.  He held his daughter close as she began to whimper.  With his daughter embraced tightly in his arms he exited the room and began to ascend steps.  With his mind he was able to manipulate the labyrinth of steps.  For this chamber was indeed the holiest of holies and access was only granted to a few and only at particular times.  They eventually followed the steps to the surface of the labyrinth as he stood on the lobby floor of the pyramid.

The master teacher walked with his daughter in arms toward the exit of the pyramid.  His bare chest welcomed the chilled air.  An orgy of color tantalized his eyes.  Although he was currently in a male state of existence he understood that this was merely a product of The Infinite’s chosen manifestation for him.  In the night sky he could make out the source of the Infinite with brilliance.  As he looked up, he could tell that this was a very special night because the Infinite was at its brightest.  It wasn’t quite a planet and it wasn’t quite a star, but it shown brilliant like it was.  As tradition has taught him, the Infinite was but a gateway, a direct source to “All that is and all that ever was”.  Only a select few have ascended and explored its depths, none of which have came back, but occasionally from the Infinite comes a Messenger-of-the-ages.  The Master Teacher gazed upon the radiance of the Infinite and allowed the energy to renew and invigorate him.

He placed his young daughter on her feet.  And she stood in astonishment as the entire kingdom came out to her coronation.  The Elders of the community have informed the entire kingdom of the celebratory ceremony.  The relativity of time has proven itself true yet again.  What has felt like merely a few hours for a father and daughter in the Story Chamber has proven to have been forty years for the remainder of the kingdom. And what is forty years to the Kingdom could be a million life times for the world of another.  The Kingdom eagerly awaited their young Pharaoh, Septuachet. Septuachet was but five years old and all of the excitement startled her a bit because it was the first time she had seen anything of the sort. Although the Infinite illuminated the sky above, the garden was illuminated by brilliance.  Bioluminescence inundated the atmosphere by all things imaginable.  Septuachet found herself mesmerized by a team of fireflies floating towards her. Seven fireflies floated towards her in a straight line, very rhythmically.  They came directly towards her nose and began to circle her head until they created a crown of bioluminescence above her head.

Green skinned men began to create trumpet like sounds.  They were considered to be the connection between earth and man.  They spoke the truths of the earth and specialized in bringing for the crops and fruits of the earth.  They were the caretakers of the Tree of Righteousness and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. They stood as tall as the trees that stood next to them.

Septuachet’s favorite companion wobbled up the pyramid ramp to greet her in her time of excellence. It was a fury centipede like being. It was Septuachet’s favorite being in all of earth. It was four feet in length and about the size of a very large hog.

“Hey Swelvy… How is my Swelvy! I missed you so much!” She stated as she reached down to embrace the gentle creature. She kissed it atop its head, immediately violet vines began to sprout from its head and enwrapped the young Queen.

“Septuachet, look,” the child’s Father pointed up toward the Infinite. In that instant several beams of light began to descend from the infinite towards various areas in the garden, almost as a rainbow would.  Did each energy source connect the Garden with the Infinite? “The seeds are replanting, Septuachet.”

“Oh yes father! The sacred Trees! Oh father I am so excited to learn.”

“All in do time, why don’t we get you some rest. It’s been a long night. Acknowledge the kingdom one last time.”

Septuachet took several steps towards platform that distended from the pyramids entrance.. She waved and provided a curtesy. With that action the kingdom roared with enthusiasm. The sound boomed so loud it awakened even those who were at slumber outside of the Garden’s walls.
Father, daughter and companion headed back towards the entrance of the Pyramid where they were greeted by Septuagi– the mother. She embraced her daughter for she understood the energy daughter expelled today. She gathered her daughter in her arms and gave her drink– that of the milk of life. She didn’t take the child to her room but to the chamber of resuscitation and lay the entire night with the child embraced within her bosom.

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