Advance

[The Continuing Saga of: ‘After Eve,’ Part Two]

A note about this story and book: This book has two parts or sections to it: the first being: ‘Before Eve,’ which is in essence, a poetic epoch, of how things were before the advent of the Garden of Eve, which was part of the first book: “After Eve,” and the second part to this book, is that of the ongoing saga of “After Eve,” called: ‘The Assemblage.’

Before Eve, [The Rebellion]

Before, and then ‘After Eve’

In a time past before the Garden of Eve, there was another period— an epoch. Thus, that is where we are headed, looking for the eternal breathe of man—the one that was not started in the Garden, rather, outside of the garden. Two worlds, metaphorical worlds, some may say, the residue of the phenomenon of the past world right before, and then After Eve—some would call it the advancement of man. But as we look into this phenomenon, one must venture a bit before the story takes hold, and that is what we are going to do right now

Before the Garden of Eve, all the rules of nature were as we know them to be, that being, suspended somewhat, displaced—dragged about like old leaves to be burnt, dragged away. Like the polar region—the North Pole, that once was, but is no more, under the Greenland Sea, used to (and in this story it still does) in the Hudson Bay. And so there was a race, defaced, unsanctified: that lived and died, some buried alive, some now demonic in disguise, in the invisible world that roamed the world throughout.

In this time, the time before: the time we do not know of, but the time before there was the human race as we know it to be, there was an epoch that brought God disgrace. What world, what damned world was it: the one that is coming back, the one I’m bringing back to life—that is, oh forgive me if you can, but I must, must present this hideous infectious stupid, and over confident world. Cursed world that scorned the word of God, to play in their selfish delights, let me explain:

Before Eve, Adam who was, what I’d call the original, the real thing, the first prototype of man, mans cultivated creation of a man, or if you will, or prefer: God’s human-man, not like me—a born resident to the world that was already cultivated. I am restored, restored from what was, could be—what didn’t become: what sin had done, before the dawn, the dawn of civilization. But this is of course time past, time broken as inside a glass, and we want to look inside at the broken glass do we not (?) so we can see how it all came about.

The Emissary

Therefore, once upon a time, once upon a time long, long ago, domination of the earth was given to a personage called the Emissary: earth was his hamlet—save for the fact, God could over rule him, nonetheless, it was his throne, his city of cities to rule as he wished.

With four million angelic beings and ten million citizens, he ruled civilization on earth. In secret—he built, yes, O yes, he built an invasion for heaven. Whereupon, all nations with angelic forces on earth, plus the citizens of all earth on earth, to include all the warlords, fought and fought and were trudged into submission: into oblivion, some into an abyss, others under soil and dirt, rocks and stones—the feet of the defeaters were meshed in blood—blackblood, and the Army that awaited them and lost the battle were cursed forever.

These citizens, men of men: an intelligent force and breed, saved for the fact they were cursed, and played with wisdom—wisdom they thought could not be lost, yet by blindness of impiety and the obtuseness of sin, it was; it surely was, and it was the first earthly civilization to be cursed. In consequence, men now turned into demons, demonic beings, and demigods—the de-vil’s men: that is, men after the Emissary’s heart; yes, yes, they had his name imprinted within their veins, now a birthright to all who was born to them, with cursed blood.

With their invisible bones mature, demonic-bones that were blacken to the core with horror and blackblood: dead in the heat, no red blood in the veins—the spirit spawned like the insides of a dead fish—satanic-roots that would curse men and God: now forsaken; now slapped into the darkness, the shadows of the rigid, gruesome nest of the lowest of the low—inhabitants: the nebulosity of a God’s given race, now in the inky-dark world of shame. This was their new abode, this was their home.

Trophy

‘The Emissary, the Emissary, where art though?’ they cried: the citizens of earth, the holy ones (oh yes he was, he was holy at one time—past tense) the most stunning, I’ve heard said—who tired to be the Most High: ‘where art thou,’ they cried: the strong and gallant god-like feathered beings, now were nothing more than a trophy on a dead horse that tried to out run his masters track. And so it was, this old breed was to be the scorn of the future. And so it is and came about.

Rock-builders [Demonic Shadows]

Destruction follows pride they say—and for the Emissary—and his demonic followers: the Rock-builders who built temples, and kingdoms and all such things—and his angelic force—a mighty force that once was, but was never more to be: it did just that, and if knowledge is not replaced by foolishness one may survive it, but if it isn’t, and it wasn’t, then one must fall—and fall they did, fall as far as low can be. This Emissary of the world’s first civilization—and its civilization, the rock-builders now, of the first society, before the Garden of Eve—yes, yes—fell I say: this Emissary, was thrown out of heaven, past the nebula, and the planets, and back to earth’s surface, in his now, new invisible shadow, and the shadows of the rock-builders (his demonic force: his Army of shadows) were present on earth, what was left of them anyways.

God

The rebellion—the secret rebellion: before the Armies tried to invade Heaven: when Heaven was at peace, at peace with earth; and the solar system was not yet disrupted: distorted or damaged by the massive force’s to be, not yet cursed; kingdoms, and animals and all such things on earth, were soon to move its curst, thus displacing everything, turning the world—one might say—upside down—and then it did happen, the rebellion took place, to bring down God.

The Residue

And the echoes and the moans: the cries and the bellowing: the garnishing of teeth, were seen and heard throughout the universe. Left behind was the residue, the burnt deposits of the inhabitants of earth, that once ruled with its angelic force; and so the ruler of kings, was taken off his throne to become nothing, nothing at all—yet, he remained a little above the shadows of the demon—you might say, in an invisible world to be, the Pre-Eve dawn.

(Future Time) These are the demonic spirits that now roam the abodes of mankind; that open and shut windows to and within the physical world: they where now alone, God was not within their bones; hell was all that lied between them—mostly to be a nuisance to man: yes, hell awaited their homecoming, and that would come soon—and this is how it was.

The King

The king of the earth, before Eve, before Adam, the third creation you might say, was the Emissary, the king—and he, and he still rules the residue—rules them to this very day, the demonic force that lives in man’s era: the demonic force God brought to their knees, to their destruction, to be in the haunting dark shadowy world: peeking world, a Para physical domain; a place that allows you to live in the past, the future, but seldom in the present, where God is, and grants eternity.

Darkness

These spirits or demonic-men lived on and on and on in an invisible residue form; the only thing left that God created for them under the leadership of the Emissary was a destiny that was bleak, henceforward they went out, out into the world, doing the Emissary’s bidding.

By and by this all led up to the beginning, my beginning: when the Garden was born, adjacent, parallel to their world, yet both not in the physical: yet one was: that was the one, where all would have to go. Adjacent to the world of the demonic force, was the Emissary, once dotted with destruction, and now was restored. And still he was allowed (the Emissary was allowed) into Heaven’s door, and into the peek holes within the garden, which he crept like a fish—a reptile without legs, and begged to be heard. And again darkness befell the inhabitants (Adam being the King: now was no more, oh his thorn, it was given to the Emissary), yet the rebellion remained in the dark shadows of the physical world, not for the family of Eve to enter.

Mixing

A mixing of demonic creatures: animals, sprits unknown to me, were all part of the advent of man to be. Once Eve and her husband left the Garden that is, a shallow, unholy day at best that was, again the earth was given back to the invisible Emissary, to boast his best: as now interbreeding took place, through angelic forces, demonic beings and animals—and human offspring created from Adam’s creation—all the makings for a bleak morning. And that is how it was: once upon a time: long, lone ago.

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Prelude to the Past

The Assemblage

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