Tammuz
11-20-2016, 02:13 PM
(Please excuse my imperfect English, Iīm German)
The prota is a paranormally gifted 18-year-old girl, member of a secret CIA task force for astral operations. She has been hurled into the past (1200 BCE) by a warrior angel and is now trying to get into contact with the love goddess Ashera.
***
My astral perception turns into a 360-degree-mode. High above me appears a firmament studded with stars and, at the zenith, with a golden glowing crescent. Far below me a curled-up shape of huge dimensions is drifting on the waves of a dark ocean. Its body is brownly scaled and ornamented with shining yellow rhombuses.
The thing is a mega python.
Obviously spured on by the pleasure yells of Sala and Usanna it begins to move and to unroll while the shine of the golden crescent intensifies. With its eyes directed upward the snake raises its head and shoots past my bodiless position up to the source of the divine glow, up to the moon. When reaching it after a few instants the monster starts revolving around, snapping for the own tip of the tail, and begins to eat up itself with jerking bites, however without losing size.
Thus it forms a shining circle around the crescent which gradually increases to a round disc. As the moon finally reaches its full form and flashes are flaring between it and the snake, Usanna yells orgiastically.
No doubt sheīs in the climax mode.
—Ashera—, I think again with all my strength. —Where are you?—
In the next moment I find myself naked on a sandy beach. The pleasure yells have abruptly ceased, instead the breakers of the ocean are roaring which Iīve seen before from far above. The full moon is still at the zenith but the snake has vanished into thin air. Behind the beach are shrubs and behind those a front of trees extending to the horizon.
Apparently thereīs been a reaction but no sign of a goddess is to be seen. However I feel Ashera is present in form of the moon disc, watching me from a safe distance.
"I come in peace," I shout up to the night sky. "I just beg for your help."
All of a sudden a mighty blow hits my back, hurling me far over the beach.
Heck, thatīs not exactly a warm welcome...
"What the ****...," I gasp out, get on my feet and look around.
"Here I am," I hear a voice from above. Over me I see the shadow-like shape of a foot, then I sit again on the floor, holding my hurting nose.
"And you claim to be a goddess?" the voice asks sarcastically.
In front of me a picturesque amazon has planted herself, wearing, apart from masses of silvery bracelets round arms and legs, only a leather belt round her waist, decorated with dried human hands and eyes hardly covering her red bush. From the belt at her right hip a sword dangles. A likewise red mane, even wilder than Aririīs, flows over her shoulders and breasts down to her hips. Her eyes are gleaming red like traffic lights. Her rough but not unsightly face is, like the rest of her deep-brown body, covered with silvery zigzags and circles what reminds, regarding the overall martial appearance, of the warpaint of Indians.
"Thatīs exactly," I say grimly, "how Iīve always conceived of a love goddess."
She sits down before me. So near her trophy belt appears even more gruesome.
Impossible that sheīs Ashera.
To my surprise the amazon starts singing with a rough voice but very gently:
"Give cookies into the earth
and lay fruits of love into the ground!
Pour peace into the earth
and the richness of love into the fields."
Around us grass and flowers and bushes and flourishing trees spring up from the sand while the night sky takes on the blue of a spring day and cicadas and birds chirp and twitter under the sun.
"Iīve got this gift from my mother," she says. "My name is Anat. Iīm a daughter of Ashera."
Then her fist beats heavily on the ground, making it tremble and the blue of the sky turning into a night black with storm-lashed clouds and flashes and thunderclaps all over. Illuminated like by a gigantic stroboscope the ocean has changed into a mass of blood with countless body pieces drifting on bubbling waves.
Just this moment a breaker washes cut-off male heads and hands ashore. Anat gets on her feet in a laugh and wades with her naked bottom into the waters. I rise to have better sight and see the coming breaker carry a complete naked male corpse. Anat grasps its upper arm and lifts the body, then pulls her sword and cuts it at the waist in two halfs. The lower one is washed to the beach before my feet but the upper one, with blood and guts coming out, is thrown upwards by the goddess and gets, when falling down, slashed fast like lightning into dozens of pieces flying in all directions. Then she hurls her sword vertically into the air, shrieking a cheer that makes my blood freeze.
Straightaway itīs spring again and the ocean is peacefully shining under a bright sun. Anat catches the downfalling sword at the handle and hangs it back at her belt. With a smile she wades to the shore and sits down before me, signaling me to equal her.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"Iīm a goddess of war but also, like my mother, of love and fertility. Where do you come from?"
"Iīve come from another age." I try to assume a calming tone. "I come from the future where Iīm a mighty goddess. You know what it is — future?"
She looks uncomprehending.
"No."
"The next spring — thatīs future. But imagine a row of springs, thousands of springs, coming one after the other. And the last to come — thatīs the spring Iīm from."
Anat bares her snow-white predator teeth.
"What a nonsense! Thereīs only one spring, returning again and again."
I roll my eyes. She doesnīt think time as linear but as circular whatīs typical for the ancient Oriental thinking.
"Letīs leave aside whether there are many springs or simply one," I say. "The actual problem is that in my spring three mighty dark gods are menacing all other gods. Thatīs I want to talk about with your mother."
Anat gets on her feet and pulls her sword. I jump up, too.
"Well," I say. "So what?"
"Now it will show whether youīre a goddess or just a saucy demon."
Like a rocket and whirling up the sand above our heads she rushes past me since Iīve dodged her attack with her sword stretched forward.
"Not so bad," she says. "I never saw a demon reacting so fast, but I dunno all of them." Then, with a grin: "Of course I wasnīt full speed."
She stamps on the sand two times. Again the ground trembles, again a roaring storm rises and flashes flare around, one of them suddenly shooting in my direction and enveloping me into a glaring light cloud that makes my guts hurt like from thousand needles. Losing all orientation I whirl around. After some seconds the heat and the pains fade and I sense the tip of Anatīs sword on my chest. I shake dazedly my head, noting me lying naked on the ground and my body strewn with sooty marks. Above us the sunīs smiling again.
I raise my head and push softly the sword aside.
"Listen, sweetheart. Iīm supposed to save the damn world. So be a good girl and call over your mother."
She puts her blade back at her belt and sits with her blank buttocks on my stomach.
"First you give a proof of your divinity."
Maybe itīs the warmth of her buttocks flowing into me, at any case, Iīm hit by an inspiration... I can do, Iīm sure...
The questions are only which technique should be applied and how the procedure would affect Anat.
Visual contact?
Touching her temples?
Kissing?
"Well," I say. "Remove your belt and lie on me, your face quite close to mine."
First she frowns, then stands up, slips out of her macabre ornament and places her martial war goddess body lengthwise on me. Itīs not quite easy to stall my lust marching up at a wide front but I succeed.
"How do you feel?" I ask as her breath, smelling for violence and ecstasy, enters my nostrils.
"Like a seaman on a *****," she whispers.
"Glad to hear this."
I touch her temples with my fingers.
"Now look into my eyes, Kid. Think of nothing, just look into my eyes."
Itīs however easier said than done to look into her eyes burning like torches over me. For the three hundredth part of a second I fear of not being up to the task.
Then I slam against the walls of the universe and they break...
Like veils of mist time and space dissolve...
Floods of light fill the world with fire...
And my mind embraces eternity...
All of a sudden a scream breaks in.
Immediately I withdraw from the Barbelo sphere and see Anat motionlessly lying on me. Carefully I lay her beside me on her back. Her eyes are closed but sheīs breathing.
Damn it, Iīd almost blown her fuse.
Then everything around us goes mad. In various places in the sky grey-black cloud mountains build up, in others the spring blueīs still shining. The ocean shows here areas as smooth as glass and there furiously whipped up waves stretching upwards five stories high. Around us the fantasies of a schizophrenic botanist sprout out of the sand... head-high shrubs with colors glowing like fire, wildly giant flowers with blooms like open lion jaws and immense black barked trees with branches of which arms, legs and heads of corpses grow out. Spontaneously I press my lips on Anatīs pain-racked mouth and open me again, just slightly this time, for the Barbelo energy. The warm pleroma of love flows gently into Anatīs mind and with a sigh she opens her eyes. At once the horror botany around us seeps away in the sand and the weather zaps back to spring.
I sit upright in relieve.
"Well, how are you now?" I ask. She stammers something uncomprehensible, then says:
"Ugarit shall turn to dust if you..."
She takes a deep breath.
"... are no goddess."
Bingo, this is how itīs done. I point at the two heavenly bodies.
"So which of them is your mother?"
"Well..." Anat smiles. "At present sheīs the moon."
She puts on her horror belt and gives me her hand.
"Come with me."
(...)
The prota is a paranormally gifted 18-year-old girl, member of a secret CIA task force for astral operations. She has been hurled into the past (1200 BCE) by a warrior angel and is now trying to get into contact with the love goddess Ashera.
***
My astral perception turns into a 360-degree-mode. High above me appears a firmament studded with stars and, at the zenith, with a golden glowing crescent. Far below me a curled-up shape of huge dimensions is drifting on the waves of a dark ocean. Its body is brownly scaled and ornamented with shining yellow rhombuses.
The thing is a mega python.
Obviously spured on by the pleasure yells of Sala and Usanna it begins to move and to unroll while the shine of the golden crescent intensifies. With its eyes directed upward the snake raises its head and shoots past my bodiless position up to the source of the divine glow, up to the moon. When reaching it after a few instants the monster starts revolving around, snapping for the own tip of the tail, and begins to eat up itself with jerking bites, however without losing size.
Thus it forms a shining circle around the crescent which gradually increases to a round disc. As the moon finally reaches its full form and flashes are flaring between it and the snake, Usanna yells orgiastically.
No doubt sheīs in the climax mode.
—Ashera—, I think again with all my strength. —Where are you?—
In the next moment I find myself naked on a sandy beach. The pleasure yells have abruptly ceased, instead the breakers of the ocean are roaring which Iīve seen before from far above. The full moon is still at the zenith but the snake has vanished into thin air. Behind the beach are shrubs and behind those a front of trees extending to the horizon.
Apparently thereīs been a reaction but no sign of a goddess is to be seen. However I feel Ashera is present in form of the moon disc, watching me from a safe distance.
"I come in peace," I shout up to the night sky. "I just beg for your help."
All of a sudden a mighty blow hits my back, hurling me far over the beach.
Heck, thatīs not exactly a warm welcome...
"What the ****...," I gasp out, get on my feet and look around.
"Here I am," I hear a voice from above. Over me I see the shadow-like shape of a foot, then I sit again on the floor, holding my hurting nose.
"And you claim to be a goddess?" the voice asks sarcastically.
In front of me a picturesque amazon has planted herself, wearing, apart from masses of silvery bracelets round arms and legs, only a leather belt round her waist, decorated with dried human hands and eyes hardly covering her red bush. From the belt at her right hip a sword dangles. A likewise red mane, even wilder than Aririīs, flows over her shoulders and breasts down to her hips. Her eyes are gleaming red like traffic lights. Her rough but not unsightly face is, like the rest of her deep-brown body, covered with silvery zigzags and circles what reminds, regarding the overall martial appearance, of the warpaint of Indians.
"Thatīs exactly," I say grimly, "how Iīve always conceived of a love goddess."
She sits down before me. So near her trophy belt appears even more gruesome.
Impossible that sheīs Ashera.
To my surprise the amazon starts singing with a rough voice but very gently:
"Give cookies into the earth
and lay fruits of love into the ground!
Pour peace into the earth
and the richness of love into the fields."
Around us grass and flowers and bushes and flourishing trees spring up from the sand while the night sky takes on the blue of a spring day and cicadas and birds chirp and twitter under the sun.
"Iīve got this gift from my mother," she says. "My name is Anat. Iīm a daughter of Ashera."
Then her fist beats heavily on the ground, making it tremble and the blue of the sky turning into a night black with storm-lashed clouds and flashes and thunderclaps all over. Illuminated like by a gigantic stroboscope the ocean has changed into a mass of blood with countless body pieces drifting on bubbling waves.
Just this moment a breaker washes cut-off male heads and hands ashore. Anat gets on her feet in a laugh and wades with her naked bottom into the waters. I rise to have better sight and see the coming breaker carry a complete naked male corpse. Anat grasps its upper arm and lifts the body, then pulls her sword and cuts it at the waist in two halfs. The lower one is washed to the beach before my feet but the upper one, with blood and guts coming out, is thrown upwards by the goddess and gets, when falling down, slashed fast like lightning into dozens of pieces flying in all directions. Then she hurls her sword vertically into the air, shrieking a cheer that makes my blood freeze.
Straightaway itīs spring again and the ocean is peacefully shining under a bright sun. Anat catches the downfalling sword at the handle and hangs it back at her belt. With a smile she wades to the shore and sits down before me, signaling me to equal her.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"Iīm a goddess of war but also, like my mother, of love and fertility. Where do you come from?"
"Iīve come from another age." I try to assume a calming tone. "I come from the future where Iīm a mighty goddess. You know what it is — future?"
She looks uncomprehending.
"No."
"The next spring — thatīs future. But imagine a row of springs, thousands of springs, coming one after the other. And the last to come — thatīs the spring Iīm from."
Anat bares her snow-white predator teeth.
"What a nonsense! Thereīs only one spring, returning again and again."
I roll my eyes. She doesnīt think time as linear but as circular whatīs typical for the ancient Oriental thinking.
"Letīs leave aside whether there are many springs or simply one," I say. "The actual problem is that in my spring three mighty dark gods are menacing all other gods. Thatīs I want to talk about with your mother."
Anat gets on her feet and pulls her sword. I jump up, too.
"Well," I say. "So what?"
"Now it will show whether youīre a goddess or just a saucy demon."
Like a rocket and whirling up the sand above our heads she rushes past me since Iīve dodged her attack with her sword stretched forward.
"Not so bad," she says. "I never saw a demon reacting so fast, but I dunno all of them." Then, with a grin: "Of course I wasnīt full speed."
She stamps on the sand two times. Again the ground trembles, again a roaring storm rises and flashes flare around, one of them suddenly shooting in my direction and enveloping me into a glaring light cloud that makes my guts hurt like from thousand needles. Losing all orientation I whirl around. After some seconds the heat and the pains fade and I sense the tip of Anatīs sword on my chest. I shake dazedly my head, noting me lying naked on the ground and my body strewn with sooty marks. Above us the sunīs smiling again.
I raise my head and push softly the sword aside.
"Listen, sweetheart. Iīm supposed to save the damn world. So be a good girl and call over your mother."
She puts her blade back at her belt and sits with her blank buttocks on my stomach.
"First you give a proof of your divinity."
Maybe itīs the warmth of her buttocks flowing into me, at any case, Iīm hit by an inspiration... I can do, Iīm sure...
The questions are only which technique should be applied and how the procedure would affect Anat.
Visual contact?
Touching her temples?
Kissing?
"Well," I say. "Remove your belt and lie on me, your face quite close to mine."
First she frowns, then stands up, slips out of her macabre ornament and places her martial war goddess body lengthwise on me. Itīs not quite easy to stall my lust marching up at a wide front but I succeed.
"How do you feel?" I ask as her breath, smelling for violence and ecstasy, enters my nostrils.
"Like a seaman on a *****," she whispers.
"Glad to hear this."
I touch her temples with my fingers.
"Now look into my eyes, Kid. Think of nothing, just look into my eyes."
Itīs however easier said than done to look into her eyes burning like torches over me. For the three hundredth part of a second I fear of not being up to the task.
Then I slam against the walls of the universe and they break...
Like veils of mist time and space dissolve...
Floods of light fill the world with fire...
And my mind embraces eternity...
All of a sudden a scream breaks in.
Immediately I withdraw from the Barbelo sphere and see Anat motionlessly lying on me. Carefully I lay her beside me on her back. Her eyes are closed but sheīs breathing.
Damn it, Iīd almost blown her fuse.
Then everything around us goes mad. In various places in the sky grey-black cloud mountains build up, in others the spring blueīs still shining. The ocean shows here areas as smooth as glass and there furiously whipped up waves stretching upwards five stories high. Around us the fantasies of a schizophrenic botanist sprout out of the sand... head-high shrubs with colors glowing like fire, wildly giant flowers with blooms like open lion jaws and immense black barked trees with branches of which arms, legs and heads of corpses grow out. Spontaneously I press my lips on Anatīs pain-racked mouth and open me again, just slightly this time, for the Barbelo energy. The warm pleroma of love flows gently into Anatīs mind and with a sigh she opens her eyes. At once the horror botany around us seeps away in the sand and the weather zaps back to spring.
I sit upright in relieve.
"Well, how are you now?" I ask. She stammers something uncomprehensible, then says:
"Ugarit shall turn to dust if you..."
She takes a deep breath.
"... are no goddess."
Bingo, this is how itīs done. I point at the two heavenly bodies.
"So which of them is your mother?"
"Well..." Anat smiles. "At present sheīs the moon."
She puts on her horror belt and gives me her hand.
"Come with me."
(...)