The Gateway

[0omnidirectional]

Chapter 1



Under the scorching yellow dwarf and the expansive blue dome, sparse droplet cities wander within the atmosphere of Malkah. In the hot desert landscape with an aura of citrine, a bulging landform slopes out, escalating above the surrounding area. Ernietzsche stands in admiration before the ancient monument, absorbing the natural awe of the encompassing environment, the perpetual flow of creation, of change, present here even in this desolate land bare of water and green. A warm gust of wind blows particles of dirt upon his face and body.



He is used to thermodynamic systems such as this, albeit not as extreme. Born in a the desert oasis by the name of Los Venayga, a city that has grown quite large despite it’s blazing location. It serves as a way point between the western cliffs that over look the chaotic ocean, and the eastern planes of irrigation and crop production. Between the northern wastelands, and the southern gulf. Wayfaring caravans pass through this location many times per moon.



The city serves as an entertainment hub. Extravagant architecture, hypnotizing colors in the walls, floors, and air, acoustic vibrations applied for various intents, and a conglomeration of other physical and mental manipulations. Gambling dens on every block in the designated zones, where persons of every color, shape, and creed can wager their notes or items of value in a game of chance, putting faith in an outcome that is uncertain. The dens are placed next to or interconnected with retail shops, sleeping areas, food shacks, entertainers, magicians, and whore houses. A ridiculous amount of useful and useless novelty items, rooms that will fulfill your most bizarre fantasies, styles of food implementing countless themes, musical acts of vibrational and visual poetry, corrupt magicians using their sacred arts for manipulation and monetary gain, and whore houses that specialize in whatever facet of sexuality the being may desire. A city of decadence, vacationing away into a fiesta of perversion for a short amount of time, only to returning again to the outside world, replacing their masks suited for the reality they inhabit.


Ernietzsche was born in this city of sin, twenty-one revolutions around the sun he has been. Forever awkward, a strange soul that never fit in. He sometimes fantasizes his essence is of another world, another time, another people. And when he asks why he has come here, realm of limitations and greed, he muses that he has come as their savior. Bringing an end to the world, and an opening of the soul. Unrespected, neglected, and ignored, yet still he loves. But speak it he does not.



The position of the universe as he took his first breath and his soul incarnated into this world was favorable for the poetic idealist. His parents were elderly, they had established a position of comfort during their long stay. No other siblings were sired, and his parents were generally quiet, living a life that is thoughtful. These conditions allowed for him to dedicate many hours to uninterrupted meditation, contemplation, study, and experimentation. Items desired for expanding knowledge and experience in a specific area of curiosity could be obtained without the vexatious labors of industry.



He became quite knowledgeable in the sciences, both spiritual and material. Contacting his first intra-frequency being at the age of three, discussing in a language of pure thought, unbounded by limiting symbols. Conducting alchemical transmutations, and understanding the spiritual significance of all the substances involved by the age of eleven. By the age of thirteen he was creating vast continents of interconnected societies and ecosystems in his meta-universe spanning multiple worlds. Writing poetic epics, spanning one-hundred-eleven pages by the age of fifteen. Becoming a prominent member of the philosophical society at the age of 18. He dropped out of school when he was thirteen.



In all of this time spent upon the globe of Malkah, he has never had a girlfriend, never been kissed, and has never physically and spiritually shared an essence entwining bond. Perhaps it is because his nature is so rare, and his love is as strong as his independence. He does not swarm with the crowds, nor does he indulge upon mind numbing substances in the smoky and poorly lit drug dens. But he knows she is out there, his soul mate, his resplendent angel full of all grace. A love so strong, and a complement so grand, the yin to his yang, the melody of his song. A quick fuck could be won, but what is the point? His hand will do.



Ernietzsche gazes upon the mighty mountain of which he is about to climb. Far to the south of his native home, he mentally prepares himself for the journey which lies ahead. Within his green pack he has a large jug of water, nutritional snacks, a sleeping bag, matches, a large blanket, extra cloths, self made sun protection lotion, and medical supplies. He is wearing brown hiking boots, long socks, sturdy green pants, a dark belt, a white t-shirt, shaded glasses, and a large disk shaped hat. He takes a deep breath, as he exhales he takes the first step.



Walking to the base of the large mountain he recalls the indigenous mythology pertaining to this colossal mound. They called it “The Gate of the Shadow of Death”, it was the anus of the tree of life. The end result of all operations. The Pairs of Opposites have achieved the settled equilibrium, giving the state of Malkah. The idea expelled through this gateway is what allows for the self regulation of that thus evolved. Only once this coherence has been attained can it be said to have completed a cycle of experience. Once achieved, a permanent vehicle of manifestation is built.

[Revvy]

Fuck me that's long. If you could present a cliffnotes version I might read it if it intrigues me.?

[0omnidirectional]

**This is a continuation of chapter 1, explaining the mythology. Part one has been slightly edited, mainly the last paragraph. This is part two, though it may also be edited. Part three is soon to arrive, and you will learn why this is called "The Gateway". I might write an abstract when I complete the first chapter.*****

Part Two



Ernietzsche recalled a fragment of his conversation with his indigenous friend from the Ohawokata clan.

“The never ending Life that is in the finite, before the beginning of linear time and after the end, so too it must be in the middle.”

He told me, “When you climb the Great Mountain, stop, and feel the blank, feel the potential of the Spirit.”

Then he went on to describe a mysterious and abstract state of being, “Before the beginning and after the end exists the magically charged void, latent with the infinite potential of the Divine Essence. Existence here does not mean existence we see in our day to day being though it cannot be separate from it , but rather a supra-empirical, beyond-being, unsullied No-Thing. Grand Father rested in these waters, and He was the water.”



Ernietzshe made his way to a low slope which allowed for him to step onto the beginning of the mountain. The citrine rock was sturdy beneath his feet, but little fragments fell away. The shine of the sun causes the rock to glow, and his skin too glowed from being immersed within the essence of these sacred grounds.



He arrives at an overlook and gazes out into desert scenery. Cactuses, shrubbery, rocks, and dirt, all under blue domed sky and blazing sun. He is about twenty-five feet from the bottom. In the distance he sees the wavy liquid illusion, a desert mirage. The rays of light flow through his eyes and reach the processor inside his head, the beautiful colors shine into his soul where they are related to his being. A bird flies by. It has a bright red head, the area around his eyes and beak are dark. The lower part of it’s body is white and red. Fly free my brother, fly free he thinks as the cardinal disappears from his visual senses.



He turns around and continues to trek up the high mountain. To his left he spies two black-tailed jack rabbits enjoying themselves under the shade of a cactus. They both have long ears and long limbs. One is on top and the other is on the bottom, they move rapidly and agitate much energy as the two poles bond. This natural act brings his mind back to the sequence of mysterious states of being expressed to him by Hawk Eye, his indigenous Ohawokata friend.



“The Great Flame arose far to the south in the void, continually expanding and shooting forth heated particles. Simultaneously to the diametric opposite of the southern fire world appeared the northern Icy Abode of misty waves. Yet the middle remained as mild as windless air. As the two worlds bonded, the ice melted and the foam was agitated by the power of the Great Flame. After this event there was a mighty Roar. The primal vibration spoke onto the water and time began.”



As the activity of these two rabbits continue, soon the liquid of a Higher Order will be set in motion, the primordial vibration.



“The androgynous Rorer is sheltered in the protection of the Cosmic Cow. The primal vibration gives birth to the Giants of Rime, from the freezing of cooled milk droplets impacting and nourishing the Cosmic Cow. The Cow then licks the excreted rime, eventually molding and giving rise to the androgen archetype of man, who then gives life to another. This new life bonds with the daughter of a rime giant, three children they bare, passing on the magic of the original void. Each son is naturally specialized in one of the tri-fold nautre of creation: inspiration, will, and holiness.”



As he traveled back into his physical form, it turns out that his eyes were still open and his feet were still walking. The body machine was still traveling up the mountain in its automation, yet his consciousness was on another plane. Looking into the perpetual background of the creation.



“The children of archetypal man and the rime giant’s daughter, slew the Rorer, fashioning and fitting the world with his cosmic body, and then designed the primal man and woman. Blessed be the Divine Race” Hawk Eye continued, “because of the spiritual gifts they received, the breath of life in man and the all pervasive force that animates the multiverse. The race also received the power of Divine inspiration, and the pure being of the irrational magical faculty of gods and men. The tri-fold force will use the signature of the primal vibration to design the vessel of which these beings will inhabit. This process is prevalent in all of creation, the proportions of which the distribution takes place depends upon the nature of the Roar of which it was spawned.”



Enietzsche finds himself high in the sky, upon precipice over five-hundred feet in the air. He breaths in the life giving air, and gazes out in wonder upon the mystical world of Malkah, repeating the act of creation in every moment. He gives thanks to the vital force animating all of nature and he sings a song, passed down from the Ohawokata clan, which was passed down in turn from their fathers, and their father’s fathers. It causes beautiful vibrations in the air, echoing off the rocks, traveling far into the deep expanse of the desert scenery. The song describes the ever present creative process of this one moment, which in turn describes every moment that ever was or will ever be, because now is the only moment that really exists.