Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Tales of Poseidonia: Planet Moiromma Part: XV

Port of Poseidonia: Paradise and the Chariot [Planet Moiromma

Let us not all believe Atlantis and its demonic forces, and Hell with its hidden secrets, and dark powers, did not use them in all dimensions, and throughout the Universe. And this sketch will bring forth, some of them. XV

1 Paradise

It was a shock to have seen Phrygian thought Lailis, for it was her only love, lost love, and of course she was one of his many. It was fate that brought them together, fate mixed with Belphegors evil. It was a Chicago morning and Lailis received a new assignment to go to the planet Moiromma. But she wanted to see Phrygian one more time. And so they met down by the train station, it had a grand tower and it seemed even a little romantic, yet she was not quite feeling those feeling, rather a mystic curiosity of why he chose the evil side of life (or perhaps it chose him, and he just went along with it), and now in what was called Sheol, or the place of the dea d it was carved in stone, as they say.

She was still youthful looking, as she was when she had died, and he was old looking with a reserved, yet pale look to him, so far he was handsome in his own way though. And they met, but he was more interested in what happened to her after her death, possibly comparing notes. He looked a bit disappointed that she was content, and he wasnt. But had she known him through out his years, it was the real him; the him she didnt know, but the real him, the him that turned out to be the King of Atlantis

said Lailis, Upon my death I went to a place called Paradise; it was down by a gulf, and far across the gulf was a place called Sheol, the whole area being called Hades I think, except for the area I was in. But after I had learned all I could in that area I was brought back up to earth, funny I thought, and there I saw a cherubim blessing a chariot, I was asked to step onto it with a few other folks, and so I did. It ascended wi th us as its cargo, a cargo of spirits Id say, near Gods kingdom, going through the floor of Heaven one might say. Oh, it was all very strange, but beautiful. Anyhow, I might have been considered a cherub and child of sorts, compared to the rest, they were much older, a child angel I was being transformed into. Then the chariot seemed to have stopped somewhere by Gods courtroom, the Seraphim with its four heads and four wings was there at the entrance. Again the Cherubim blessed the chariot, and nearby I heard praise for the magical moment, the holy angels, souls and spirits, all singing. We, the new cargo got quite a welcome. As I stepped out of his chariot, down from it, I glittered like gleaming bronze. What a moment. And the Lord knowing I liked my traveling and so forth, made me a Traveler, agent you might say.

This happy face on Lailis was not helping Phrygian deal with life as he knew it. Maybe he was more evil than he wanted to be, it was his nature. But he wanted to bite her, jump on her, rape her. Take her to bed, he wanted to have her, she belongs to me, me, he said within his head; but he remembered the words of his Commanding Officer, Avoid challenges with the enemy, and she was the enemy, like it or not.

He leaned against the building, groaned a bit, she was vivacious, and he was moody dull. What a combination he thought.

Well, it would seem we may or may not meet again, a sigh came out of his lungs, and he dashed off not knowing what else to say.

2 Assignment Moiromma

Her new assignment was on the planet called Moiromma, a planet on the rim of Earths solar system, and another one parallel: seemingly off its once balanced axis, shifting to and fro from each system to the other, or so it seemed, to where it had caused some climatic arctic like changes on the planet. It was about the size of Earths moon.

She had been there a few times before, and knew the geographical surroundings somewha t, and a few of the 20,000-inhabidents left on the planet. The inhabitants were known to be able to die and be reborn over a hundred times, and lived up to 500-years old; when they were reborn, as adults, theyd most often end up on another planet, and sometimes fall right into another death cycle within hours and sometime to the contrary, living in the new environment for centuries.

Belphegor, was trying to isolate this planet and make it into an outpost, as he did with a lot of the islands around Atlantis in its heyday, some thousands of years ago. He had done that with Mars and some other planets as well. But it was a challenge to him for Moiromma, for Suruel, and/or Urael, or Serrel, one of the three and now Lailis were often nearby to stop or stunt his progress. Also there was a horde of Fox Fairies (huli jing), ordered out of China to inhabit the planet and to seduce the women of the planet and make them barren, and suffocate at night the men. They had done w ell the first 200-years, killing 90% of the population. They were creatures, wicked young women or old men, the shen (spirit). The fox Fairy can shape shift, like Phrygian and Lailis could do, change their shapes at will. But did not have the power she had, or him. They could look like a person long dead, or flying bats. Suck a mans blood, or try if given the chance. In the daylight you could not see them well, but by night their configurations showed up quite well.

This was her new assignment, to disrupt their plans to kill Skullmas, an old man, yet potent to where he had a wife who was yet to supply, re-harvest the planet with some children. He was looked upon as one of the chiefs of the several tribes left on the ice planet. They were a warring planet by nature, and cannibalism was in their history. Yet, the Lord had loved them, and Lailis was to show compassion, and try to save the old warrior.

She now could no longer see Phrygian, he was gone, and so dramatically she thought, yet it was all past history to her, and possibly the more she got to know him, the more shed really know his inner nature. He was jealous, envy was reeking. He was not sorry for his bad deeds she murmured, he was sorry he had to pay a price for them that was all.

3 Phrygian Thinks

Oh, he was still the king he told himself, but he wanted to be like Lailis. It was she he liked. Did he? Anyhow he, so he thought he wanted to be like her, as also in, partly likes her. (His thoughts were whirling on.) He even tired to imagine himself as Lailis standing on the chariot, with his whip , whipping the Hippokamp for stilling Ais; and he versioned Atlantis shinning before him, as he was the king riding on the chariot through the gates; thoughts, too many thoughts. He really was feeling very ineffectual.

Malicious thoughts, he had contempt for any man who could not get his own woman, like Aon, and now he added Anases to his list. His wife h ad left him, amongst other things. I am what I am, he told himself. He was re-creating himself in the moment, a fancy moment at that.

Part Two of XV Continued

4 Skullmas

It was a dry cold, a profound and dense cold, a wild wind blowing every which way, on planet Moiromma; the cold was such that no man had ever experienced it equal on earth. The man she knew as Skullmas was drudging through the snow, it was hard for him because of his enormous weight, lifting up his powerful legs, his stomach in the way, up, up almost to the top of the snow to leap slowly to the next step, huffing and puffing, trying to get more air into his stomach, although his system was different, he had a large heart, and a smaller one, like his stomach, a large one and a smaller one; three sets of small lungs, one passing air to the next one, processing his blood flow. Yes, yes the snow was irrupting, but that was life. He had very little for a neck, and was all head it seemed, a la rge skull and mass of flesh. His arms were like tentacles, they swam with his body and the wind. They were also very quick, for whatever they might be used for, to grab an ice rat, or insects digging their way out of the blue ice.

He was walking back to his small abode, made out of mud and plaster, dug into the ground, with in a circle form, and a vent that went from the bottom of the dugout, to the surface over head, and a tree like ceiling, with mud plastered over it. It extended fifteen feet under the ground and five feet above it. Some of he inhabitants lived in ice houses, others in cliff dwellings. There were 20,000 to 30,000 inhabitants scattered around the area, if not the whole planet.

Little pale milky like vapors hung over his giant mass, liken to mosquitoes of some oversize source (akin to little dwarf-ghosts); their shadowy form followed him right into his mud and plastered hutch of sorts. Skullmas was in many ways a gentile man in a land of ung entle men, as was his wife who had passed on to another world, somewhere beyond, of a more favorable nature I would think. He was not sophisticated in any manner of speaking, not necessarily always wanting more, at the risk of hurting others to get it, it is easier to become more rotten to get it he told othersthus, he remained a bush, that is to say, a bush remains a bush no matter what, and so he and his wife had been that in nature.

But what I was about to say is that the heat was intense inside his hutch, but diminished as he allowed his huge body to absorb its warmth. He was but two-hundred years old.

From the ceiling these bat like creatures, dark-fairies of an evil nature, unannounced descended slowly to seize his body, to welcome him with an incision into his chest, where they would slowly suffocate him to death. What for you may ask: who knows a game to them, if that; boredom does funny things does it not.

He had been he was as, fine as one c ould say, a well trained dog you might say, hed not do anything out of the ordinary. If anything he was one of those earthlings, who walked high and safe most all their lives, not too interesting enough to be in any danger, so he thought. But here he was, with these little creatures wanting to harm him. Like a robber I suppose whod rather rob an old woman, or a little boy, but a fighter in shape, no way.

5 Lailis Contact with Dark Fairies

Said Lailis to Skullmas in a calm and almost musical expedition,

Some bad spirits are trying to invade your body, as she stood there by him laying down, the dark-fairies trying at that very moment to suck into his chest like blood suckers. Skullmas looked at his chest, than at him, it was all so silent an assault.

She scrutinized the situation, said again, I think someone in the Underworld on earth wants this planet to be a barren outpost for future time, to be used as a launching pad for the demonic world to att ack other worlds. This of course made little sense to Skullmas, not that he was stupid, just that it was new to him.

Said Lailis, There are two natures of light: one of darkness, one of truth that is light and one of lies that is darkness. Having said that, she added, We need to worship the Spirit, the Creator of Moiromma, Ephraim. And this they did. And as they held hands in prayer, the dark little elfs or fairies, whatever they were, were now traumatized, and swept out of the hutch with a swirl of a wind, never to return.

She knew there was no other way to save him, they would have suffocated him just for a joke, and he would have froze right in his bed. Having done that, she was now told to return to Chicagoa voice within her thoughts had interrupted, and directed her to her next assignment.

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Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Short Story
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