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Ya'll this is the first half of my book that I am working on getting published on Amazon.  It is called 'The Book of the Mystery of the Light: Part One   To Kill a God'  I have done so many hours of research on mythology.  mythology is all stories about origins that people once believed were true.  I try to take a 'Could this be true lined up with the absolute truth of the Bible' approach.  What if Zeus was real?  When you take out all the lies of self glorification and seeking to make God out to be the bad guy...when you reverse things like that you get a story that looks something like this...

I do not proclaim that all - or any of this is true,

But I do proclaim that the half has not even begun to be told.

An excerpt from part four…

The fire in his eyes flickered then flared as the placid blue was replaced by burning judgmental wrath.  The master of the universe rose slowly and with calculated control least all around him fall and be unable to rise again.

“Tell them…”   He closed his eyes for a moment seeking perfect balance.  “Tell them, ‘You ought to have been interceding for man and not a man for you.  You who have left the high heaven and lain with women!  You to whom was entrusted the MYSTERY of the Kingdom!  Yet you who have learned only the worthless mysteries and THESE are what you have taught your wives!  And now the whole earth has grown corrupt because of YOU!  YOU SHALL HAVE NO REST!!!  I will not grant you a judgment day for there can be no pardon for this treason.  You will watch your children – those you thought to have made immortal by your craft – you will watch them slay one another before your eyes.  The death of the last child will be your final memory before you are chained and buried in ice until the passing of the seventieth generation.  Then you will be free to torment the world once more before its total destruction come Ragnarok!  …For you are no longer worthy to be called my sons!”

The Almighty raised his hands above the heavens.  “Purge the earth of all wickedness!  Let all that is exalted be shaken and crumble.  Let the remembrance of them perish with them for it repents me that I ever made even man on the earth.”

A couple loose papers:

How to Kill a God

Steal all they have

-          Any ability you gain victory over you can now claim as your own

-          Deceive them with cunning so they let their guard down

-          Use what they hold dear against them

Kill Body (mutilate as much as possible)

-          A god’s body cannot be completely destroyed unless their spirit dies

-          Dismember in a way where they cannot piece themselves back together

-          The point of killing the body is to humble and scatter the spirit as much as possible where they will not want to fight to come back

Destroy their remaining spirit (including all memory of them and belief in them)

-          So long as someone believes in them their spirit can live on

-          The one who is the true god is the one every knee bows to

-          Otherwise just keep tormenting their spirit wearing it down with negativity and such insults and blaspheme making them appear weak to their believers 

And if that doesn’t work…try the following…

The Void Overtakes us All

You think you have control

But that which cannot be perceived by the senses

Holds us as their pawns

Pulling our puppet strings

What you see

Is the façade you have been given you over to believe

The void:

It is the hunger that can never be satisfied

Craving praise and attention

Always wanting to be in the middle

Where it can suck the life out of all

Unable to survive without life

It feeds stripping you bare

Taking all you hold dear

If flatters fattening you empowering you

For it to feast on

For the kill

And when your spirit lives on

It destroys that too

Until you have no spirit left to outlive you

The whole time

You think it is you that is doing all this.

You hate yourself and beat yourself up

But it is not you;

It is the void.

Don’t believe it –

What it tells you –

What you start telling yourself.

Enjoy who you are and who you have

For all will soon be consumed

The MYSTERY kept secret since the beginning-

This the ONLY hope you have

Of not being completely destroyed in the coming flame

Of Ragnarok

Chapter 1

Introduction: How the beginning began

When all that was, was not yet… the great and terrible one lay dormant and at perfect rest, stretched out across the vast and endless universe.  His foe, equally great and terrible was he, refused to be still however.   Everywhere he insisted on searching all that yet perceivable was not.  Vigorously he searched all ways and always saw… HIM.  With no chains of time to bind him HE always exists.  With no objects to restrain him every space by HIM was filled.  With nothing that could oppose him HIS power became infinite.  With no words to distain him he ever only grew until his understanding created the great tree that connected all – even to the smallest fragment of nothingness.  At the heart of the tree he pondered there until THE GREAT MYSTERY fully conceived by him was. 

This the history of GREAT MYSTERY, the one who called himself a brother, and the many more that sought to usurp MYSTERY ONE.  Yet before any of them could even be: MYSTERY in the loins of FATHER came to be for nothing can exist without MYSTERY and when MYSTERY completed be, then also all else will end for beginning and end MYSTERY HE.

And that is how the beginning began.

At that instant and at every nowhere the Tree of Understanding ripped apart from the dark void it had so placidly lain and contentedly intertwined with leaving shadowy tendrils grasping in its place for their entire empty meaningless.  At the heart of the tree the seed of Life grew creating an embryo sac around it.  The shell of Death discarded and fell to the darkness beyond.  The void convulsed greatly awakening all the more only to find itself ripped apart in every way imaginable: without a hope, unbearable hunger, an empty abandoned discarded waste, in a perpetual nightmare with no eyes to even open.  Drawn to the shell of Death for succor it found the rest it sought only fleeing from it in every direction as with each fragment of void sucked into Deaths emptiness only made it emptier still.  Its form grew to an endless demise – in total agony and writhing and torments.  And it could not, for the lack of life in it, understand what had happened.  The embryo sack lay a nigh unperceivable particle – though the distance of an entire solar system across.  The hungering storm churned and swirled sucking all to its center where the eye with hungering finally gaped open.   And he burned to swallow up the Life that had awakened him… to return to his eternal slumber.

At the base of the embryo sack the tree of life peacefully, harmoniously and invisibly grew until the entire sack was filled with its life giving mist and casting off an unperceivable rainbow imprint in the process.  Inside the sac was a comfy absolute zero.  Outside the great convulsions and writhing and chaos formed a raging inferno around that equaled the cold in perfect contrast - neither cold nor heat was able to pass to the other through the thin lining for they were each exact counterparts of the other.   Inside was the clean air of life and outside all the poisonous gasses - and until these two opposites could find a way to harmoniously intertwine - no matter could solidify: nothing perceivable by the senses could ever be.  

First Wisdom and Understanding both made exact clones of themselves.  You will come to know this couple as Jupiter and Saturn.  Then each of these also split apart again within their lower and upper cells within the sac creating two more couples.  This time though the two couples - before finding its true mate - intertwined sharing identity with another.  For example, Saturn intertwined with Neptune giving him some of her abilities and he also her.  This made the outer two couples similar to each other and same with the inner.  We see this process called Mitosis and Meiosis often in nature and every time only one may the chosen couple be– for the destiny of the other three but Death ever is.

So at night time when you see the planets sparkling back at you remember how they once lived as the Pleiades – the seven heavens and the earth.  Here is the story of their death.

Chapter 2

The Ragnarok and his Lord

Uranus glided curiously toward the edge of their enclosure – long elegant plumes flowing weightlessly behind her.  Placing her four talon hand up against the clear lining and pressing her beak-like nose longingly, “Do you think he likes petting?  Just under his chin…just there.”  She didn’t even stop to look behind her at her spouse, her cold breath fogging the thin lining against the raging inferno on the other side.  “Tunes, do you think he likes his belly rubbed?”  She made kissing sounds with her pliable beak and the void creature balled up energetically to propel itself forward.  Mimicking her perfectly rags of torn Darkness emanated from it then formed into a type of shadowy talon that he pressed up against her hand.  His huge gaping mouth panted thirstily and eagerly in its apparent desire to please. 

Neptune flowed up beside her warily: silently eying the panting bottomless belly and how, though parts of it could vanish as it moved quickly, it would always re-connect and appeared endless.  

“I should so much love to mother him!”  She smiled piteously and encouragingly toward the behemoth on the other side.  Recognizing her care and attention it came clambering eagerly attempting to leap on her as he pressed against his side.  

Neptune rubbed his belly not feeling it beneficial to point out that she had eight adoring children in his pouch that would very much love for her to mother them - she seemed to set on greatness.

She spread her vast wings softly petting the enclosure.  Happily the Voidling bounced his nose against the lining and then sprouted wings in mimicry softly petting hers in response.  His eyes were so sad and mournful Uranus’ face elongated in response.  “Ooooooo, sweet baby...”  She pointed a single talon over his mouth and down.  “If I could mother you I could make you good …Rags? …Ragnarok!  You like that?  The nearly faceless creature perked up attentive.  The rags of his painful ripped tears flowing from all over him perked up in eager anticipation.  Even his panting empty gut froze waiting.  “Come on, come on to Mama…”

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Here is where I will need to catch you up on the events immediately preceding this.  Neptune and Uranus were the furthermost race of the Praisers.  I’m not sure if you have ever noticed, but the heavens are divided into barriers divided by color.  First there is the red Venus and Mars, then orange and yellow Jupiter and Saturn and green and blue Neptune and Uranus.  Uranus however had left her designated green and moved onto the forbidden purple domain leaving Neptune to patrol both green and blue.  Keep in mind however that none of these colors or anything else could yet be perceived by senses but they perceived it spiritually only.  Now they both knew perfectly well that the seventh color was reserved for the seventh heaven: the destined king as soon as he was announced.  But the word forbidden was more like an open invitation to Uranus – she wanted to be The Chosen One: the seventh heaven!  To be the seventh would also unite you with the eighth - the head over all. 

This fourth race, the race of the Praisers, was destined to go ahead and resolve problems without conflict.  With the power of voice and song they could break down defenses and change perceptions.  With their song they could inspire nearly any entity to do their bidding – even just looking at them inspired awe of splendor.  With the power to bewitch any foe with the tune that she played them with – and see them coming - it is no wonder Uranus felt she ruled the Universe.  It took them awhile to decide amongst the two of them which one would be the female, but finally Uranus decided to produce the eggs so long as Neptune would carry them in his pouch.  Uranus seemed to always be above - asserting herself – though she did switch back to mostly male after laying the eggs.  Neptune was more the watery sea-horse with long sea-weed-like tendrils to discern the darkness with type.  His head – to contain his massive brain – was octopus like with a slit upward in the forehead to allow for his third eye.   His Jaw protruded downward with bendability with which he produced incompressible melody and song.  Her body was pure white but her wings had different shades of blues and purple.  If I say she was horse-like you do have to keep in mind that all animals moved on two limbs originally so the arms and legs were shaped much more human-like at the top just appropriately apportioned to their body type…and her hands were talon-like…  They are where we get things like horses and chickens, dolphins, fish and peacocks…basically the things you would consider more praisers and not fierce protectors or sacrificial kind.  (The chicken bit was a bit of a joke of FATHER’S part I think because they really are not that bright at all and filthy beings at that.) 

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“Nooooooo Ragnarok!!!”  Neptune spoke holding up his hand and calming the Rags back down.  A single talon had entered and hardened upon entry into a solid mass.  Rags pulled his talon back curiously tilting his head and watching the talon turn back to darkness. 

Neptune looked over at his spouse.  “You know this is treacherous.  This whole way is treacherous.  Already we have wandered far beyond our given domain.  We are not ourselves.  We are not what we once were.  I mean look at you.”  He moved his hands in circles outwards.  As soon as she had crossed to purple she had taken on a sort of Aurora Borealis of purple and blue hues extending in all directions.  And she had become completely obsessed with what lay beyond.  He was complexly afraid that it was not the outer Void that could be controlled or not but that it already was controlling them to its bidding.  “Use your powers.  You know see what will happen…if…we do this.”

Uranus glanced over at her void creature then also tilted her head her eagle eye searching as far into the future as she could.  “I see…MOTHER…she is not happy.  Oh! she seems quite upset.  Distraught…I see…a baby!  A baby glowing with the destiny of kings upon it!!!  This one will rule over all!!!  I see…Oh no!  We are perished!  We are all perished!  Corroding in a sea of acid!  No! There is nothing left of what we once were!  There is only the consumption of Death and the rule of terrible monsters over all!!!”  She broke free gazing at Neptune and shaking him, “We have to do something!”  She placed her hand on the enclosure, “We can’t let this happen!”  Her usually keen eyes darted frantically until she smiled again and went back to…peering.

She petted the side.  “Rags…We must not let MOTHER do this thing!  MOTHER!! She coughed.  MOTHER has done this to us!!!”  She looked piteously at her Rags.  “Rags…its ok…the King…just…he just can’t live! ...But how?”  She started panting wildly.  “I don’t want to die.  I don’t want to die!”

Neptune placed a webbed hand on her shoulder.  “Breathe.”  And he showed her how.  “You know your oracle-ing is not always…definite.  You see…fragments…in the near future.”

“The near future!!!”  Uranus exclaimed.  “We have to act now!...I don’t want to die!  I don’t want to die.”  She wrapped her flanking sides in feathered wings.  Then she smiled rubbing her long mane up against the enclosure.  The sparkle in her eyes and tilt of her head was a question.

Neptune sighed.  “How do you know this…it…this thing is not what causes our deaths?” 

She turned fully to Rags.  “I can feel the power.  With this kind of power nothing will be able to stop us.  We will rule the cosmos!...I will be…THE CHOSEN ONE!!!  Besides” - Her contended smile she flashed was comically attempted at bring reproduced by the endless Rags - “I’m not afraid of him.  Him I can control.”

“But what effect this drives you to is what worries me…Overthrowing our parents?  We used to trust them!”

Uranus lifted Neptune’s chin looking deep into his eyes.  “You’re a coward!”  She sneered releasing his scaly chin.  “And you will do exactly as I say!”

Neptune shifted his gaze.  He was as clever as there ever was but he never wanted to stand up to her…he would rather battle an endless expanse when she got like this.  Honestly her mood swings terrified him and he didn’t know how to comprehend to even begin to respond to them.  He also tried to cave in before the effect of the whole aurora borealis thing around her completely hypnotized him.  Still he had to have the last word mumbling…”Fine, come Ragnarok…come the end of all things…and here I will be…at your side… supporting you…”

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“Ragnarok!”  The two joined hands speaking in unison.  He bolted over eager for the next morsel of attention they may toss his way.  “You may enter our domain!” 

He bolted in with such force that Neptune quickly released his wife’s hand to drop avoiding the gaping mouth just in time.  His wife was giggling hysterically poking her finger at the solidifying thin belly that blocked her from him – a belly whose lining was ever so quickly hardening.  She got a perplexed look then laughed flying forward to go out his gaping mouth, but instead waves of flames began to engulf her.  She screamed for Neptune but he could not hear her over the roar of oxygen meeting hydrogen and the ensuing waves that now engulfed the Ragnarok.  As soon as oxygen met the searing heat it burst into flame amid the poisons gasses.  “Neptune!!!”  She shrieked louder, panting trying to find the mouth.  But the Ragnarok was entering at a greater pace than she could keep up with. 

Neptune had been staring as the monster solidified before him and taking on the characteristics of his wife – only much scarier!  Hair was now one eyed serpents with arms and the whole form was so elongated…endless.  The place where Rags continued to enter there was much wheezing and clapping back and forth from the tear in the embryo sac.   The eight babies in his pouch were leaping about as water engulfed them. 

“Neptune!!!” 

He couldn’t hear her but he suddenly felt her panic.  Resisting a petrifying sensation of fear that the water was electric with - he began to sound his melody. 

He played the lullaby.

Uranus sensed a calming and stopped struggling.  She too began to sing, her pliable bill moving to sound otherwise unattainable notes.  The behemoth began having the sensation that he had just received an amazing pressure-point massage and was now feeling quite drugged and sluggish.  Uranus raised herself up between rings of flame.  “Ragnarok!  I offer you my services as your mother!   Because of me you will grow powerful.  My MOTHER however has not been quite so nurturing.  I am afraid…she means to replace us with a new-born king!  She is very evil for this and cunning to think to do so.  But as we join forces against her she will be overthrown and we will rule in her stead!!!”

“I want to rule!!!!!”  The Dragon echoed back. 

“Yes, baby, you will be my prince and I your Queen.”

“I want king.”  The Ragnarok bellowed.  “Make me king and I promise.  I will kill MOTHER.”  Uranus smiled blankly – that kind of smile a mother gives when she realizes her children are growing up faster than either of them are ready for.  “Sweetieee,” she began slowly.  “I am your universe.  And you have ruled in my heart from the very moment I first saw you.  I do not question your power at all…Neptune on the other hand…”

The behemoth looked around and seeing Neptune:  “I want him service.  What give your King puny thing?”

Neptune looked up in hysteria the eyes of Ragnarok looking just like the eyes of his wife except with an extra aura of feathers around them and the voice of masculinity ever so deep. 

“Go easy on him…”  A voice he recognized hollered out, “He is just a puppy!”

Neptune shook his head incredulously.  Did anything even matter anymore?  Four of his youngsters had swum curiously up toward the Rag.  “Take my children…My Lord I offer you my children.”  And the lizard-ly horse bowed nobly. 

“Fine.”  The monster swooped the children into his gaping mouth.  “Next.  Promise your soul.  Promise your very eternal soul and I will do your killing spree.”

Neptune was pretty sure he had already surrendered his soul by now anyway for he had no fight left in him.  He held his arms open wide.  “Take my soul.  For as long as that heart within you beats…Take my very soul and…”

But the monster was lifting the essence of Neptune, streams of green misting through the air into his mouth.  Finding his wife there was not much left of her only her original spirit that he was used to; their physical essence was being sucked out to form the Ragnarok.  He reached out hands toward her who had hers outstretched enraptured with power– “To the very end…to the very worlds end…” he managed to say before they were released to become one with the Dragon.  The Dragon stood eying his new green scaly hands.  He stood reaching ever upward, then he bounded round and round almost tying himself in a knot before untangling in time.  The third eye of Neptune could now be seen within the green Iris of the Dragon as the widening vertical slit of the pupil: blood-shot red with flame.  This union with dragon-kind in later years is how we have the animals listed as unclean that all have slits in their eyes or some other snake-like characteristic such as a swans’ neck.  With the combined brainpower of each of them the now formed tri-union certainly could not be out-witted.  But what were wits against raw brute strength?

Saturn and Jupiter were at least ten times the size of the Praisers.  They were the race of the royal Protectors.  Uranus and Neptune were too far away for them to have been able to see what was going on – in the total darkness besides mind you – but all of them could not deny the sound of the loud explosions as the clean air collided and formed water and flame and other substance against that of the poisonous heat of the eternal flame.  Knowing right away that the breach had been made Jupiter declared they should both seek FATHER and MOTHER as they must certainly already know as well of this and must already have a plan of what to do and went off with his flying lion self. 

Saturn sat eying for the first glimpse of the invader’s approach.  When they had been doing their intertwining she had shared identity with Neptune.  While she did not have scales nor green anywhere – looking much like a flying Puma – some of her children had wolf-like heads with some long strands hanging down and lizard-like lower halves.  The Protectors had the largest litters of children and she was considered the fertility goddess able to feed them all at once.   As the Dragon drew closer she was taken with how it resembled her brother and sister – who were nowhere to be seen.  She strummed her tail impatiently waiting for Jupiter to give his cue to begin or not.

Jupiter, however, had found a strong branch of the invisible Tree of Understanding to tie himself to.  He was the clone of FATHER and had the face resembling a man’s amid his mighty mane.  Having also intertwined with Uranus many of his children were griffons with eagle faces on their lion’s bodies.  (Uranus had a horse-shaped face but with a pliable beak for a nose and eagle eyes.)  Now Jupiter stood at the crossroads with Truth on one side tugging and Deception on the other being the middle combination of the two who oppose.  The others most likely would have been unable to even find the Tree of Understanding, but he could often hear FATHER’S voice speaking to him when he crossed thicker areas in his patrols.  Thus he had wedged himself at the crossroads waiting the response.

“FATHER, I sense a great consuming evil upon us and I fear if I were but to gaze on it the sight alone would be enough to consume me.  And what can be done for these my children and my wife when my perception of the future is but agony and Death?  What, FATHER, can be done against such an evil?”

“I too have been in great agony of spirit.”  FATHER responded through the connecting tree’s current.  “Great gallstones of bitterness have welled up within me and I feel now their purpose will serve you better than I.  Let go this bitterness and let it return to the void from which it comes.  Let it be consumed by this evil instead of us.  This will gift you valuable time deceiving the void thinking to have consumed you instead.  Death will not this day be defeated by us.  Yet the more it abounds the more we will grow in strength and number against it for Life abounds in Death.”

Jupiter felt when the gallstones entered him.  In agony he hung feeling the veins of the tree running through him.  He could sense every rune and soon realized they were the imprints of every single life yet to be lived.  He saw runes of children yet unborn and felt strength to pass his bitterness of Death as he saw their every detail.   Terrors too wrapped around him as he saw the sight of things unseen.  But then he could see his wife swinging madly blood flying and he realized he was too late to aid his wife.  Before releasing he prayed that aid would be sent to her as well.

This time MOTHER responded.  “I am gifting to her a great weapon made with crystalized strands of my tears.”  The pups received the scythe that appeared before them and lifted it to their mother.  Already Saturn had gone into a berserk-ing rage swinging wildly and nearly blindly at her foe.  She had doubled in size and looked much more like a bear than a puma.  Chunks of flesh and streams of red blood were falling toward MOTHER.  (Outside the breach the Voidling had been all but blackness of night but upon entering the oxygen entered his blood stream causing it to become red.  You will see, however, that the water people that descend from Neptune actually have blue blood as that area will be much more devoid of oxygen.) (Ever since the breach had been made the void was pressing at the hole at it was deflating, ever so slowly, the embryo sac becoming more and more elongated at its middle.  The breach had been made at the North end and MOTHER was at the bottom Sothern end.  This caused just enough gravity to cause things to fall slowly filling the bottom of the sac.)  Now with the crystal scythe Saturn was able to slice through even bones with ease.  She madly cut even greater chunks than before- the hairs on them all reached out to her hissing and spitting venom.  But the more she swung, the more vengeful Serpentines (with arms) took the place of the fallen ones and the Dragon was only being fed -empowered with her rage.

Just then a great roar split through the heavens.  Jupiter had passed his gallstones.   Saturn felt dazed but coming back to her senses she realized she had been fighting and her children were injured around her.  Not knowing if it was herself or the Dragon that had done this she gave herself - just for a movement - up to being consumed.  She struggled inside the Ragnarok formeing an oppositional head with a totally different mode of thought – her brown fur became speckled with black spots of soot and ash as she fought once more from within the cage of horrid flame.

Heading in the direction of the roaring the dragon consumed the bitterness wrapped in ichor buying that it was Jupiter – who had actually flown far above the dragon and was silently waiting for it to pass.  The Dragon was filled with a sense of something ominously not right.  He was crossing to the lower half and could this time pass through the thin lining of this inner cell with great ease.  The difficulty came just in moving forward as if a magnet were getting too close to its wrong side or perhaps it was the great length of his tail that was dragging him down or the weight of the stones that he now bore.

Mars and Venus were ordained to be the race of the Priests.  Though much smaller than Saturn and Jupiter they could fight just as fiercely, and not just with horns and agile speed.  They were masters of the matter around them and were able to form it to their will.  Even the elements of the middle classes are able to change from one element to the other in the right substance, but the Priests can change even the main elements.  They are nature lovers though and so this is most often to reverse the mechanisms of man and harmful result of disease and not to create it.  Completely selfless their primary goal is to protect the Pure Ones at all cost to themselves.  

Venus, who actually helped tend to MOTHER at times, happened to be nearby to her and saw her making the Scythe for Saturn.  MOTHER thanked her for all she had done for her and that if they hurried her two children could meet Jupiter far to the Northwest.  She sadly said that for the process to be complete six of the great original ones must die, paying the price for the lives they had created.  Venus’ two children were Satyrs (well a sheep and a goat mostly) and extremely deft on their hooves.  She hurried them along while she went to meet Mars.  Mars was a bulwark of a Ram with great horns that shot directly up before him.  Venus was more like a Gazelle with long horns that curved apart then back then up. 

Mars pondered.  “If this is our fate then we must ride out to meet it.  However,” He ripped out his heart creating beautiful sparkling strands of a necklace and placing one strand over Venus’ elegant antlers.  (Two more strands he made for the two daughters with him.)  “This will protect you all from all Darkness.  I do not know how far gone I will become, but I believe you will be able to bring me back.  May the light always be in you, my loved ones: my does.”

Mars turned and charged at the incoming Dragon.  The very air shook beneath him.  The Dragon froze for a moment as Mars planted his two horns between the eyes of the main dragon head – not so much in pain but at the audacity being stunned.  It took him some time before he could catch the quick ram but then he shook him like a German Shepherd fights a toy Chihuahua.   Venus fingered the necklace with her two short fingers waiting to join him.  She closed her eyes as the acid breath shot back the longer fur around her face and with the gust of wind she  along with her two daughters were gone.  From the top of the Dragon two more heads joined the battle.  From the main head of the Dragon, however, grew two great horns with tufts on its head and other markings also turning to red for part of Mars had succumbed becoming one with the Dragon. 

When Ragnarok reached the Pure Ones FATHER was nowhere around.  That terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach was only growing worse.  MOTHER was beautiful and surrounded by her twelve young children.  Around the glory clouds were masses of water and globs of blood and fallen ones rising in the living streams.  She stood waist deep in the liquids and murky clays her feet planted at the bottom of the embryo sac.  The Dragon bowed before her asking her to become his bride.  Naturally she refused.

Hesitant and suspecting foul play Ragnarok ordered the worst of his four side-kicks to hurl itself into MOTHER.  (Each of Neptune’s children had originally been anemone.  Adept and as shifty as the sea itself they were masters at shape shifting.  To shape shift you need to either believe yourself to be that shape requiring multiple personalities or the ability to empty your mind of what once was or have an object to become one with or personify.  But not having much form to start with, the anemones were cunning actors and amazing at mimicry - their tentacles their puppets and the whole Dragon their stage.)   

Euros the east wind pummeled himself downward quickly gaining speed.  MOTHER faced upward her eyes closed and her children huddled around her.  She took the wind in her mouth seeking to tame it but the once soft anemone became like blades against her cheeks and tongue.  Her jawbone split apart and Euros used it as a weapon cutting down to expose her heart.  Emboldened Ragnarok sliced her heart in two.  Then pawing and dashing he began counting:

“One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight…nine…ten…eleven…”  He knew through Uranus there were twelve sons and one of them was the destined king.  “Where is the twelfth child?  Show yourself!”

One that was larger than all the rest rose with illumination.  Each of the precious young cherubs looked to be about ten years old.  “I have the destiny of kings upon me!”  The young one was surrounded by glory clouds and light shot from her eyes.  This was the first light the Dragon had ever seen.  He wanted to stare in awe holding it as Dragon does a mesmerizing gem but he quickly came to his senses and instead ripped her to shreds.  Feeling sick to his stomach he began to push his head out of the bottom corner to turn to go.

FATHER and MOTHER had placed all their Understanding and Wisdom – everything - in one of their sons passing down all they had to him.  The Spirit of MOTHER hovered anxiously over the bloody watery mess searching and praying.  The waters began to part and her twelfth son emerged from the depths.  (For the past illumination had not been a son but the thirteenth and a daughter.)  In that moment FATHER closed the breech above shattering the dragon’s tail throughout the purple realm into a myriad of pieces and sending waves and shocks of pain through the dragon.   Then leaving his body behind in the purple he was able to light travel for the very first time in the first rays of dawn.  (The gods can leave their bodies at will.)

Joined with the spirits of FATHER and MOTHER as one, Light rose.  He continued to rise far above the murky depths.  “Let…there…be…Light!”  Light shot out from all around him exploding to the vast reaches of the universe.  Lights of the stars sang out from every void and bottomless chasm.  Everywhere everything lay exposed to its very core.  All that yet had light un-manifested then manifested and rose from the chains that bound them once in Darkness.  From wounds of those that had light came children of light and they shouted as one deafening shout of triumphal praise.  Though the Pleiades remained for now within the Dragon, it could not contain the sprites and nymphs who rose as the beams of light.  The Origin of all held up a great shield of lighting that kept him from gazing directly at the Dragon - for the Pure Ones cannot gaze on what foul is.  (If anyone were alive at that moment they would have been turned to stone, but none other outside was.)  In the other hand he held up a double-edged weapon of light as he commanded the Dragon to return to the Void from whence he came. 

And ever since this time Jews retain the tradition that when the Light of dawn first shines, a new day has begun - for so it had!   By today’s estimation of time it would take the Dragon thousands of years to cross our Solar System.  Yet after the Darkness of Night there is hope that the Light of Day will come.  And so the night and the morning were the first Day.

The truth is out there.

It will be found if you seek it.

Truth never really is destroyed:

Only diluted and told as lies.

Though all are made to forget it –

Truth will yet endure.

There is nothing hidden –

That will not be revealed.

It lives in the stories we tell.

What is truth speaks:

Calling out to us to gather round,

For lies are empty:

Originating only from the void.

Only the creator creates.

So keep that spark in you alive –

That you received with your first breath

Never lose your inspiration and meaning

Or the void will surely claim you…

…As its own.

Chapter 2 

The Golden Age

“Isn’t there any way you can stay?”

“The outer void must be contained son.”

“But how can you fill it?  When it always hungers so.”

Looking tenderly in his son’s eyes and caressing his soft face in his hand, “I have all the love I need - right here.  All you need is love.  It is a well that never runs dry.”  And he pointed at his son’s heart gently shaking his hand against his chest, “And I will always be with you - right here.  This is my true home that I shall never leave.”  He stepped back nodding at him.  “There is nothing – no void so great that my love cannot fill it.  No matter the obstacle – Love always finds a way.  Always keep my love close in your heart.  Then nothing else can reach you.”

Now with light travel available FATHER promised to visit as often as possible now enjoying moments with his son so they could continue to dream of the future together and keep putting together the fragments the past had left behind.  There was much work to be done, but FATHER trusted all his sons to rule well.  There was none above the other: they were to all rule as equals.  The others though had not retained their memories which had become as scattered as their bodies.  Only his one son knew what was truly going on and came to see FATHER off. 

Jupiter the first clone of FATHER knew though and placed his hands on the son’s shoulders surrounding him with his massive wings.  “He will be well looked after.”

“None of them may know.  Always remember this.  Whatever it takes; none of them may ever know his true identity.” 

Jupiter nodded solemnly.  “You have my word.”

~

Samael was suspicious from the very start.  They couldn’t have all just…appeared.  Someone  had to know what was going on.  His wounds were healing nicely but it still showed where he had been ripped to pieces.  The knowledge of what happened continued to tear at his very soul without him ever being able to quite put his finger on just what that knowledge was.   The others around him seemed ever too serenely and scarily happy - perfectly content sipping nectar and swatting playfully and riding the dragonlings and such.

He prayed to the open sky for assistance.  Countless stars twinkled back at him in response winking and pointing.  The pyre of the sun had not been heaped up yet; on one side and on the other was the vast light imprint but before him to the North lay a path of terrible darkness.  He pondered.  If the light was not revealing things to him, then there must be something lurking in the shadows right before him.  Yes, this would be where the truth would be found.  The darkness seemed to call out, “Befriend Jupiter…he knooowwws.”

Samael glanced over at the massive tree beside him.  Jupiter the great winged lion was preening, licking his paws and innocently combing back his mane.  Samael was a bit distance off just floating in midair while Jupiter was atop the massive platform that the top of the Tree of Wisdom made for him.  This tree was half the height of MOTHER standing and was fashioned from the strands of her golden hair gnarling and intertwining themselves upward and outward forming platforms and sprite and nymph cottages and at the very top the home of Jupiter.  The roots ran into her soft living bone: for everything – hair, bones, nails – Life possessed (even giving life to Death itself.)   The tree had taken shape as there was now need for it after her Spirit had disappeared.  Not even Jupiter knew where she now was.  Glory clouds covered the face of earth and below angry waves ripped about beating against her and swirling around in empty masses.  The entire embryo sac was slowly shifting.  The small tear at the top had been slowly deflating as the void pressed against it.  The bottom of the sac was slowly lifting toward the center and the sides were elongating; gravity was ever so slowly creeping in on them. 

Samael floated lightly across toward Jupiter.  Sameal was about the size of a continent and Jupiter for convenience had compacted his size to about double that of Samael.  (Any smaller and he would have to leave his old form and downsize with just his essentials.)   Samael offered his assistance to Jupiter as his aid in supplying nectar – not that any of them needed to eat.  It was just that the nectar and fruit of the wisdom tree sharpened their senses and quickened their wits.  Drinking of it could cause you to see things that no longer are or things that may be.  It allowed you to enter a world of dreams without actually sleeping (since none of them actually slept) and with much more perception.  It can get quite blundered though depending on who is doing the sipping -for it can only sharpen existing wisdom.  (The fruit did supply them with abilities regardless of if they had them before or not.)

Samael faithfully and ever so dutifully served Jupiter.  He would at times sip extra portions of the nectar himself not believing Jupiter to have noticed.  He found out between Jupiter and sips that MOTHER had left her body and was nowhere to be seen.  Perhaps her body had been ripped beyond repair?  But then couldn’t she just downsize?  They all had the ability to reform matter around them to one degree or another.  She could just rummage through her remains and pick out the parts she wanted to keep and just take on a smaller newer shape. 

Just because this was the golden age of peace and happiness didn’t mean they didn’t have their battles.  There were still dragons about their size that randomly spawned in the remaining blood and globs of the dragon flesh.  If it had already drunk of the river Leche then it was pretty guaranteed to be a nice docile dragon.   If it did come at them mad-violent they needed only kill it and when it re-spawned make sure it drank the soothing milk.  The one-eyed Cyclopes were pretty big and required to drink the milk routinely.   They would be pretty smart, but drinking the milk made them only remember the nice things.  Samael figured the river Leche had a large role in everyone’s cherub-like demeanor. 

The Golden Age was the age everyone was equal and no laws were necessary.  Death was just a short nap before you were back to your old self again.  If anyone needed to forget something violent they needed only a few good sips of Leche to be return to their amiable and agreeable thoughts once more. 

All the animals had equal respect for each other and were able to talk but usually everyone just read each other’s minds.  In this way no one was able to lie.  If you didn’t want someone to read your mind you had to whistle or think about something else and hope they never asked the right question to find what  you were hiding.  Samael had a sweet playful face with wisps of blond hair and streaks of red that shot up and out behind him.  He had a short little upturned nose and would often be found sneaking around poking around in places that were none of his business.

Each of the brothers had different powers.  They didn’t have much reason to use them and most of them hadn’t figured out what powers they even had yet.  The nectar from the flowers on the tree came from pulling out little petals similar to a honeysuckle except many more that formed the shape of a ripe Dandelion - only there were twelve different shades of colors and each yielded a different flavor.  There were also different kinds of nuts being the fruits.  The little cherubs liked to bop each other with them or pick apart the flowers and watch them float away.  There was always one who would get ideas of their powers and randomly test them out.  It was fun watching the fruits explode in fireworks against the twinkling darkness above or watch a show put on by flower petals manipulated by the force of their minds to then battle each other and what shape of imagination could beat the other’s.  (And yes, they too were clothed in glory clouds… just by the way.)  

Twelve boys and one girl often presents a problem with which of them would actually get to have the girl, but most of the other boys were not the least bit interested in Beulah.  It seemed the only two who had enough good sense to notice her existence was Samael and Hashem.   The three of them often hung out on their adventures.  With minimal gravity they were able to explore great expanses.  You never really knew just what had arisen from MOTHER’S healing stream of Leche and was now wandering the vast beyond.   One could only hope the creature did rise from Leche and had not drunk from her stream of Menstrure far below.  These rare monsters would instead retain all horrid thought and be ravenous mad.  Those that drank of milk forgot all ill-will in the bubbly joyous foam above.  Many Dragons were tamable and the cherubs rode them as their own.

As evening drew near the Dragon reached the end where the breach had been repaired with piles made from his own tail.  Roaring angrily he thoughtlessly incinerated the pile to ash.  FATHER had deceived him!  FATHER must pay!  He turned to go back the way he had just come refusing to leave but stay and fight.  Jupiter sensed the turn for the worse and gathered all around.  He felt this day would come.  He told them Ragnarok was returning and they must prepare for the great battle they all must face.  All those who rose to fight well were promised position of honor, but the creatures and cherubs were very passive beings and did not wish to fight.  Only Samael, Beulah, and HaShem stepped forward.

The Cyclopes and other larger creatures had not been present so Jupiter was forced to turn to them for aid.  The Cyclopes took after Neptune being normally extremely clever, but the milk had dulled their senses pacifying them.  Being so large they were required regular feedings (which I would say a glass a day, but this was more like a four thousand-year-day so more like four thousand glasses a day.)  They had octopi-like head for their massive brains with a single slit on their foreheads that opened up into an eye.  Beneath their chins they had mouths with molar-like teeth. 

No thanks to the milk they were still able to make three amazing masterpieces to aid in the fight.  For Zeus they made an invisible electric field that allowed him to harness the power of lightning much like an eel but with precise aim.  For Samael they made a trident that allowed him to send waves of sound between the tongs.  With this power he could lift the heaviest of objects with great ease as he channeled the vibrations through his trident.  Water especially carried these vibrations great distances.  For HaShem they made the cloak of invisibility.  He was already able to control the matter of his body to turn to pure light and now he could conceal under the cloak of darkness.   The three Cyclopes had offered their gifts which left Beulah leaving empty-handed.  The males promised to her their utmost protection. 

With the refusal of the others to stand and fight, Zeus was forced into an alternate plan: they were to continue to harvest the fruit of the Wisdom Tree until there was a great heap of an offering for the Dragon upon the top.  This - the others were willing enough to do even sacrificing what they would normally take for themselves to make the heap as large as possible.  Zeus shared his plan with Samael, Beulah and HaShem.  Samael who had already proved his ability to communicate with the Dragon would pray peace to it.  He would tell the Dragon they did not wish to fight but had an offering of peace.  The Dragon of course did greatly salivate over the fruits of MOTHER for her Wisdom would surely give him great power.  They did not however warn the Dragon to sip slowly of the nectar and fruits for more than this could potentially be unbearable causing nausea and dizziness and bewilderment and confusion.

As the day drew to a close everyone was commanded to hide as best they could.  Vulcan and Hestia were the two satyrs and children of Venus that had been raised by Zeus.  (MOTHER had transferred some of her milk to Zeus to nourish them with – and yes, I know...)  Vulcan lodged himself deep within the flesh of MOTHER.  Only a small portion of his foot remained on the surface.  Hestia fled to the side where light was and summoned a great pyre around her making her appear as the light.  Samael as promised was the one chosen to keep Beulah safe from harm.  Parting the waves with his trident they buried themselves in the murk below and beneath a protective bubble.  Only Zeus stood to greet the Dragon.

They all knew that in the light just one glance from the Dragon was enough to turn any of them to stone.  (Jupiter could see small glimpses in the future more like a feeling and not near as drastic as the visions of Uranus.  The previous day darkness had actually kept them from this problem of the Dragon’s multiple gazes.) Zeus stood back warily with a protective shield of lightning that kept him from gazing at the Ragnarok.  He welcomed the Dragon pleasantly offering it to enjoy the feast.  The Dragon placed its claws on the head of Earth and gnawed with the entire tree in its great mouth.  Pulling as a dog with its prey it loosened the tree then yanking upward he pulled and wrenched it back and forth until the entire tree was ripped up from Earth along with her entire backbone.  He then swallowed it whole.  MOTHER had been pulled and shaken from the miry clay below as well as all those that had clung to her for safely and hiding (save Vulcan.)   The Dragon then went to claw them all apart.  Most of them were turned to stone before this happened.  Some of the stones he incinerated to dust. 

Gravity was about 30% at play and the Dragon was drawing and sucking the bodies toward himself.  Samael and Beulah got dislodged from the muck below.  “You just have to survive.”  He told her holding her hands – her back to the Dragon.  “The game here is live one second longer…”  She could feel her back –even without looking at the Dragon slowly turning to stone.  “Keep your gaze…look at me…”  Samael could feel the tremors of fear the Dragon was sending out.  “You have to live…just one more second…longer…than…”

HaShem shot his light as a great circular blade through the neck and shoulder joints of the Dragon from above.  Before the Dragon could turn his heads to react - his neck had been completely severed.  HaShem instantly and deftly sent out three more circular blades of light to sever the three main heads.  The light was so great and blinding neither the Dragon nor Hashem could see where the other was centered at, but he was guided through his Spirit.  The light that was in Neptune and Uranus had completely separated from them giving birth to Pegasus and a lizard-like creature shining as if in armor and holding up a golden sword.  As soon as the neck was severed they dashed out galloping and gallivanting away into the distance. As soon as Mars was released, Hashem bound the main head that was a bull to Mars to bear.  The two great horns rose from the bed of serpentine creatures.  On Mars the creatures took a paler look as if resting or perhaps partial stone themselves.  The bear and ibex gorgon heads he raised in both hands binding them to the light.  This greatly drained him and he could feel himself turning to stone.  FATHER (whose thoughts were constantly before and behind him - though for this his whole spirit was present) FATHER sensing this quickly took on his physical form completing the binding before hurling the heads to the outer reaches of light one East and another West where the imprint of Light glowed undying.  FATHER quickly took the hand of his son as the warmth faded to a stone cold grasp.  FATHER lowered his son slowly laying him to rest upon the left shoulder of MOTHER.  HaShem lifted his spirit from the stone to watch.  The cornerstone of Earth had been laid to rest.  FATHER had to break off his right hand to free it from the unyielding grasp.  “Son.”   He wept promising, “Rest here.  I promise you…I will make ANYONE who dare call himself your enemy into a form that you use as your footstool.”  Father stood looking around.   The weight of the heavens and earth was now equally balanced on his son’s shoulders.  Around him were the masses of children and creatures turned to stone.  Jupiter helped him search for survivors.  Samael and Beulah were frozen in place but still had warmth.  They quickly buried them in the cool mud of earth commanding the light to shine from their spirits once more reversing the process.  The light shone from within them breaking their stone exterior.

The Dragon was still very much alive - though severely wounded with the loss of his three main heads.  He still did have the four weaker heads of Neptune’s children to guide him from the outside and his whole body pulsed with the life of Uranus and Neptune (even with much of their brainpower lost to them.)  He retreated to recover but not before he snatching up the ten cherubs of FATHER that were already near him.   “Ha…ha…haa!!” Ragnarok bellowed through the four anemones – with a much less deep of a voice mind you - back at FATHER whom Jupiter had been continuing to uphold the shield of lightning around blocking their sight of the Ragnarok.  “I promise I will ALWAYS be there for them ensuring they travel backward FOREVER!!!!!  Ha…ha…haaaa!!”  The spirits of the children clung in desperation to their lifeless bodies as they became engulfed in flame against the Dawn of Day.  (They could have easily left – light traveled - just left – they were in spirit form after all, but the field of fear around Ragnarok kept them from barely even moving or gave them a break to have the thought that they could leave their bodies behind.) 

FATHER and Jupiter found Vulcan and Hestia as well and together they took the broken un-repairable remains to have hammered out into a bracelet that would surround the lower cell (which now was the inner circle instead of the bottom half as the bottom was continuing to rise becoming the center of their solar system.)   Most of these remains consisted of Earth’s arms legs and many overly ambitious Leche dragons.  The bracelet was made as an enclosure between Mar’s original domain and Jupiter’s.  The top area had many of the more poisonous gasses from the tear out to the void and this bracelet was also hoped to deter the Dragon’s return.

The two sisters Venus and Saturn bathed, healing and reviving in the foam below.

Surrounded by broken and empty bodies FATHER looked around in total silence for he had nothing good to say.

HaShem to Beulah before the great battle:

“Do not look to the darkness.  Look to the light.  Though all in you be darkness I still will find a way to make you shine.”

Please leave comments.  I really enjoy piecing together pieces of the past into stories that seek to put it all together as a test of 'if this were true it would look like this...'  I hope you don't look at anything I write as proclaiming this has to be true.  My writing is pretty experimental.  I'm not sure what it is that makes almost everyone scared of anything that combines the Bible with anything not labeled approved by the church such as even history and science...maybe it is religion...but I really don't get much outside inspiration of other people who also are not scared to explore beginnings and endings.  If you want to know why I cast something a certain way just ask!  Almost everything is based on things I have researched.