“Nothing is certain but I have a role to fulfill? A duty to accomplish??”

  “I just want my grandmother back!” She began to shout teary eyed.

  “I just want my grandmother back! If you’re so powerful then make her come back!”

  Silence pervaded the cosmic halls of the temple of Alexandrine, the universe’s little hidden library, as Zoe’s shouts echoed down the empty dimly-lit stone halls.

  “Time moves forward, combatant. That is why I am here manifesting myself into this drea world – to help you press on forward.”

  “I don’t want to go forward! I want to go back!” The 14-year-old child exclaimed.

  “I want to go back to our peaceful little comfort bubble.” Hysterics beginning to form in the little one. “I know I complained a lot and things weren’t always great at school or with my parents.”

  “-- But I can do better,” she spoke ecstatically interrupting herself.

  “I can be a better person. I can be a better Zoe! Just give me a chance!!” Zoe broke down into deep sobs.

  And more deep sobbing.

  Then finally a torrent of crying, shrieking, and affective-induced nasal constriction that erupted into her wailing at the recognition of all that she had lost.

  Eagle-Man stood unaffected. Zoe sank to the floor and his mighty wings erupted over her shielding her from the world as grasped her off the cold stone ground.

  “To go back in time is impossible in existence. But we can always choose how to go forward because each and every moment is ever-created anew.”

  Zoe could sense the metaphysical warmth that permeated the divine being’s materialization and poured into the world as heat and electro-magnetic radiation. Zoe could feel his pure light as he held her.

  “The secret of the universe, combatant, is that there is no undyng present moment. Evil is just a flickering shadow on a wall and those who identify with it have aligned themselves with the movements of a shadow. And good, ‘eternity,’ the present moment are equally in-time and thus also not real.”

  “I say all this to you so you can understand you have lost nothing.” Zoe’s higher self told her as he held her in her arms.

  “You have always been, and you will always continue to be, whether or not you are incarnated on earth, I am excarnated in ‘Heaven,’ or any of your other forms are present in the infinitude of the realms of existence…Please try and find comfort in this.”

  The faint tendrils of darkness circling Zoe’s little heart began to fade away.

  He put her down as Zoe began to appear as she were regaining composure. Still nothing but silence emanated from Zoe after the eruption of her wailing and affective-body pierced through into consciousness.

  Zoe for the first-time spoke mentally to her higher self though she knew nit how. “I feel so peaceful…”

  “Peace is your natural state, combatant. As it is mine.”

  “Will you please stop calling me that…” Zoe spoke softly mentally to him.

  “I really don’t like that word. Or anything to do with ‘strife’.” She threw in a high-vocabulary word encase it was true she could not escape time and would-be forced to take the dreaded standardized tests that loomed over all student’s heads.

  “I only try to communicate as directly to you as possible.”

  “If you saw me in the material realm we would present as one to the universe, and you would see the world as it is – through my eyes – made of light and coval with cosmic etheric currents. Ordinary representation would no longer be at the forefront of consciousness.”

  “You can put me down now.” Zoe said with a heartfelt sigh of recognition, gratitude, and peace. She hugged the big man-beast solar-entity, whatever he was. She was grateful she had someone at her side no matter who it was.

  Eagle-Man’s wings folded into their resting position and he gently lowered Zoe to ground as her feet kissed the earth. Composure, resilience, and the perenial fight against gravitation soon took hold once more of Zoe’s being.

  “I call you combatant because in your incarnated form you are in opposition to the external forces. You call them the ‘forces of evil’. Strictly speaking they are just completing their own activity. They’re not really evil so much as they are destructive for the human being. That is why it is imperative you become aware of them and begin to cognize them. Insodoing you will release more and more of me into your world. You will incarnate the heavenly sphere into the dead earth, once more filling it with life.”

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  “Do you understand little one? The earth is dead because it is lacking in the heavenly principle. And the heavenly principle is constantly being subdued by the forces of opposition or the external forces.”

  Zoe listened deeply but the more she listened the more she became attuned with the waves of peace emanating from her being. She felt like it did not matter what her higher self told her as long as she was continually connected to it she woud find peace.

  Zoe remained silent. She looked at the moved stone slab, the new inner-two-door slab, at Eagle-Man.

  “Is this really just a dream?” Dream-Zoe wondered to herself.

  “It feels more alive and real and immediate than earthly living ever did.”

  Zoe commented inwardly to her mental self Eagle-Man, “can I ask you something?”

  “Lets say I do whatever you want me to do,” Zoe felt a hidden-inner surging of maturity blossoming in her own metaphysical soul. The source of her and Eagle-Man’s existence.

  “Then what? More ‘existence’? More turmoil? More death? When does it end?”

  Eagle-Man drew his reaving-hand scythe in his open hand and when the weapon drew near its sister-armament the warhammer the two began to glow with an orange heat.

  “Do you see Zoe?”

  Zoe returned to her normal wide-eyed alarmed-looking self.

  “This is the energy of heaven. The more you spiritualize the negative earth and inanimate matter. The more this energy is re-converted into its holy form: pure light. It is the destiny of all things in existence to re-enter the spiritualization process and become consecrated to the divine once more.”

  He added, “even evil will one day become holy once it is stripped of its negative filth. Nothing is excluded from becoming godforce once more.”

  Zoe could feel herself tiring from the unfurling of the secret’s of the universe. It seemed like the more she asked the less she understood though everything seemed to be painfully obvious and explicit once brought into the screen or display of her consciousness.

  It’s not how she expected the secrets of the divine to go…she imagined fireworks and fairytale endings instead the world just felt so much more infinitely deep.

  Zoe moved around the inner temple, taking it in a way she had not done so before while mesmerized with the god in her.

  Flickering flames revealed the contents of cavernous hallways, with the central chamber of pillared walkways around the bend. Shelves of derelict scrolls. Wooden turn-wheels with flat inward surfaces that allowed scholars to place one book on each flat surface inside the wheel and rotate the wheel upwards and downwards thus one could read-through and access multiple physical books and scrolls at once.

  Zoe got the impression there was even a secret magic room – “heck, probably a secret magic floor!” She joked to herself.

  As Zoe began to be filled with the thoughts of life once more or living thinking, thinking-consciousness quickened with spirit and incorporeal life. She realized a protrusion in the form of an engraving on the first stone slab she had not noticed before.

  She had not noticed it before because it had not been there.

  “Umm, I’m pretty sure this wasn’t here before.” The young girl commented to the god.

  Under the stoic face that decorated the center of the first stone slab Zoe saw a line of text.

  It read, inscribed into stone: “Con-ex Omon Panex”

  Zoe rubbed her hand along the stone surface as if to verify it was real. She turned externally to her godself to verify its contents with him but before she could pose the obvious question of “what do you think it means?”

  Zoe felt the hard stone gently shifting under her fingertips.

  Now it read, “Cansha Om Pansha”

  Zoe meant pull away in fright at the shifting stone, but something deeper in her, kept her physically connected it it. Almost like a cosmic or karmic magnetic field pulling her hand to it in wonderous fascination.

  “It means we are done here, earth-self.”

  “If you could have opened the second door, you would have been able to.”

  “But I didn’t really try, did I?” Zoe began to indignantly protest. However she realized Eagle-Man was pointing at the second stone doorway with his warhammer hand and the same text repeated itself there carved into stone.

  The same message now once again changed characters as Zoe’s hand stayed attached to it.

  “Go, stranger, scatter!”

  Zoe grew disgruntled, “who are you calling stranger?!” She wanted to argue with the mysterious rock.

  “It means ‘profane,’” Eagle-Man told her. “It is saying if you had been able to receive these mysteries you would have.”

  Zoe’s round of initiation into the divine mysteries of the cosmos and really “god” were coming to an end.

  It was an end that bore in itself a new beginning. Every metaphysical soul is the unmanifested expression of something that has no beginning and has no end. A principle that is untouched by anything yet touches everything; and, first-principles that emanate from this principle themselves extend in perpetuity.

  Human folk call this principle of completeness “god” and the first principles that emanate from it are non-things such as “light,” “life,” and “truth.” Second principles are things like gods and world-class demons, et cetera.

  When one is re-ascending the ladder of divine principles one is always limited by what they themselves have apprended and, insodoing, is limited to that worldview.

  The karmic stone was saying Zoe had reached the limits of the lower principles she could perceive and apprehend.

  “Am I doomed to suffer more inadequacies?” Zoe commented to her highr self. Eagle-Man in turn gave a loud one-syllable chirp which was really the bird-form of a laugh.

  “Surely a 14-year-old girl cannot comprehend god on the first try,” and added “if they did all of heaven would be ruled by adolescent girls!”

  Zoe got up from kneeling at the stone and threw herself at the beast into a hug.

  “I’m pretty sure that was your idea of a joke,” she said with tender hurt.

  “You did ask for emotional relief.”

  Zoe laughed out loud. “I see you work on galaxy and comet time! Very slow going…”

  Eagle-Man did not understand t

  he expression but had access to its intended meaning that Zoe conveyed.