Book Two: Fallacy - Chapter 12 - Portals

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Portals

Fear, Sadness, anger and even happiness like there is no sorrow is said to leave you bare before their power. By Law of the divine constitution that set the boundaries between our worlds, these strong emotions give permission to evil to come in. That state of unawareness opens sealed portals to the underworld and invites its inhabitants to give us a taste of… hell.

… I guess those gates were opened arms wide in my house. 

In ancient times, a great man once brought peace to the victims of the early legions of the Prince, souls that assumed the scariest forms and raised havoc wherever they have revealed themselves. They were relentless with their targets, worked hard to avenge their fall to the darkest of pits, guarding with sleepless eyes the gaps in human shields…and worst of all blowing the laws out of proportion, they followed no rules, no discretion, no invisible modes… they were the gods of the earth and they were not planning to compromise with the worthless mortals.

We don’t know his name but we know he was one of them known for his massive horns and a substantial knowledge to put an end to the massacres and the human sacrifices by creating an impenetrable barrier between us and them.

He didn’t do it single handedly but he had a brain for righteousness to share his powers to the benefit of the weak because he didn’t believe the lies of the dark prince and managed to form his own alliances.

He embarked on a journey to fix the wrongdoings until one day he took the decision to lock them under. 

As he exorcised the clans of Gog and Magog to their lower abode he instructed that the cavity should be sealed with lava hot liquid copper, iron and silver and blew the winds upon it until it cooled down so that they can hardly prick through it or climb on top of it. 

The Prince was also banished to the farthest seas and earth had the chance to overcome that pagan shameful era… for the barrier to outstand the test of time was a good thing, but that didn’t mean it survived …the rupture.

Book Two: Fallacy - Chapter 11 - Steel

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Steel

 

Our gateway to life seems to be one of many carefully guarded and not always open to welcoming arms. Women that still carry the faintest smell of the withering holy bloodline required personal attention from him. If a soul is still transparent and somehow remained mostly pure of all forms of malice that have become an integral part of the lowlifes’ existence, he handled them himself.

 

It was a wintry night and it looked like the elements were trying to send a useless warning for what was about to happen to my mother. The thunder and lightning hammered at the hospital windows… he walked in with his bold head and icy blue eyes and eyed with indifference the helpless woman that has just counted to silence. He forcefully cupped her barely visible infant’s delicate head and limbs with steel forceps pulling my baby brother out. 

The rain showers were already silenced as he passed on the screaming little twisted body to his assistant and stitched shut the crime scene with his usual professional poise.

That commonly accepted procedure performed by the so called brilliant master in the field caused a permanent damage to the valuable baby boy that had the potential to be wise beyond his years or may be one day father one. 

My mother’s nightmares and breakdowns became worse and in despair she diminished as she was accused of bearing her likeness that she was diseased and that is why the child is never going to be normal or independent. 

His little limp, involuntary wavy arm, his slightly twisted tongue and very short temper at his futility, contributed to my mother’s complete down fall as she saw in him her own image and from the standard whispers, twisted lips and condescending gazes, an echo of her utter failure.

She could no longer stand the devastation and the accusations in my father’s eyes, thanks to his long transfers and short breaks we had a chance to go to my grandmother whose weak heart prevented her from leaving the comfort of her room. Her place was always a Mecca for the whole family it was where we all had a chance at a genuine life.    

I was too small to understand the awkwardness of my conditions and was forced at an early age to get used to the isolation and to what my mother had to offer when awake…. Staring at the distance outside our window, sometimes she looked at me in a way that told me she wished something was wrong with me too.

Book Two: Fallacy - Chapter 10 - Broken

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Broken

 The women in my family were extremely beautiful and unbelievably vulnerable…Flawless bodies and skin, wide hazel olive eyes, lush long sun-kissed locks and most of all so tame to be taken seriously…educated in the arts of class and sciences, kind to others but damaging to each other and themselves.

 Deprived of Oxygen at birth from a double twisted umbilical cord, the most beautiful of them all was destined to be slow and prone to internalizing criticism from a community that values skin color over prudence and favors one child over another if one has rosier cheeks and a wittier mouth.

Brought up to a constantly absent father and an overwhelmed mother that had to deal with eight pregnancies, out of which five have survived and three never saw the light of day, my mum was destined to be… broken.

They thought marriage could fix her tantrums since slashing her self-esteem and self worth has never been motivation enough for her to take it without being hurt.

They thought becoming her own master would give her the space she may need to become accepted. Since she wasn’t tactful enough to fall in love with someone who would love her back she became qualified for matchmaking.  My father, a handsome self-made soldier with a plan to rise to top military ranks and to collect a classy goddess on the way sealed the deal.

Thinking she finally made it she has glowed for a short while, but the failure to measure up to domestic expectations caught up with her short lived assumption. She found refuge in her love for birds and drawing it helped her through the race to become a mother… until I was finally born.

Probably the best thing she has heard is the words of an Armenian nurse “you have given birth to an apple not a child”… yet She never felt that the success of that task was completed because of her, she has long lost faith in that. She was happy for catching up in the eternal competition with her favored sister but soon was pulled down.

They call it post-delivery depression when you no longer want to do anything for your new born. When you are put under and you wake up a mother!  … find it hard to accept that another life depends on you when you can barely put together your own.

I owe my first year on earth to a wonderful woman that must have been an angel in another life, my mum’s aunt.  She was a kind warm widow I don’t recall her in any state other than smiling. Somehow we all ended up under the same roof when all the men found their way on and out of this world.

Between her relapses my mum always confessed to me that she slept while her aunt held me for her to be nursed, sang to me to sleep and constantly held me in her lap. My own grandmother was nursing her open wounds in another room after one of the earliest successful open heart surgeries performed at the time.

My dad came back to find me crawling and showered me with photos he was so thrilled I was normal, he was already poisoned against my mother like everybody else ...

Book Two: Fallacy - Chapter 9 - TOUCHED

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Touched

It has never occurred to me as I tried to fill in the gaps in my understanding of the most common story ever told that one day I would have multiple theories about everything that went wrong ever since in the world and in my life.

Paradise lost and apparently humanity, Sanity and peace became a farfetched dream.

I was in a constant state of alone-ness filled only by my analytical one track mind. I couldn’t help but wonder what possible forms of mischief has touched me and those whom I love and ruined the world at large as well. To what extent an evil scheme beyond our range of understanding could have influenced and messed up every single aspect of our lives.

I’ve gradually started to see, to have an eye for what might have happened patching and putting one and one together based on that main concept; how does any of it serve this evil purpose and how would it serve in the grand scheme of things to picture the larger realm of the earth; as the battle field…

I have been experiencing doses of fear which may seem on the surface harsh but now I wouldn’t trade what fate chose for me for the knowledge that brought insight and peace to my soul. I had to question every main stream concept and re-evaluate everything in the light of that demonic scheme apart from my acquired convictions; I relied solely on my reason and research putting side by side my life next to that of everyone else…  

Book Two: Fallacy - Chapter 8 - Profile

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Profile

Civilization eaters, knowledge exterminators and diligent profilers; that is if you try hard to pin them down. In movies they call them aliens, spirits, the living dead, sometimes vampires other times demons to add to the myth and to further hide the truth about their existence.

They have marked you and classified you and you have been led into channels of identification that would help them choose the right plan for claiming your soul.

You will be born and surrounded with all the malice in the world and you will be content to accept falsehood as for granted because true knowledge is a luxury that you must be denied.

Your very features, lands, roots and history will be a stigma that you have to be truly strong of heart to survive the “Mark of the Beast.”

You will see it in the eyes of people in the way they regard you or choose to neglect you based on their preconceived notions deeply rooted inside them, notions they don’t even know how they have become an integral part of their consciousness about others!

You are destined to carry your profile with shame if you are born a slave in the grand hierarchy of man and unfortunately the majority is. 

The Prince succeeded in incepting them throughout the centuries seizing the will of those who sought power and establishing the Empire of the “Dragon” breeding his own line of thirteen kings; merciless rulers who thrive in bringing ancient civilizations that once led man towards the light of knowledge and sciences but now can hardly see their way in the dark.

Book Two: Fallacy - Chapter 7 - Dissection

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Dissection

For years since the fall of Adam, since Eve was blamed for being the cause of all evil, the first form of the new structure created by the prince has materialized. The very first bond between man and woman was penetrated, it didn’t matter whether she was really to blame or not; she could always take the blame for being subordinate, the weaker species. A hierarchy for the fittest is the key to breaking this fake myth of the glory of man.

After a careful study that involved mapping every single nerve in human brains and being, the conclusion was, man can be defeated, and there is no hidden secret of perfection. Greed, envy and vanity lured Adam to the forbidden fruit, tricked his son into killing his brother. Yes! The plan was doing just fine. But in time that first tribe had to disintegrate.

The Prince saw their new evolving genes, new shapes and colors, more reasons to create havoc and chaos if he could plant the right seeds, man will take care of them growing.

The joy of putting theory to practice and proving that such evils lurk there in man’s heart too! Light has always been his favorite! He thought he could incept it in the hearts of those who were light in physique to feel superior … only through division and dissection man would parish.

He chose a new location up in the North over remote seas that no one dares to cross, to stay close to those he planned to influence for a long scheme that involved war, bloodshed and slavery; one that involved mass murder, rotting corpses and plagues. He thought his plans should win him the race with humans in the pit they both got themselves into. ..

Book Two: Fallacy - Chapter 6 - Scheme

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Scheme

It wasn’t the first form of envy or vanity; both earthly creatures have been through senseless wars over resources, power and survival. But this specific one marked the beginning of an eternal animosity, a careful scheme to enslave man and prove the Originator wrong, or maybe just pure revenge to have that miniature creature pay for his fall from grace, his and his followers’ eternal damnation.

He demanded a chance, a fair game, he admitted his weakness but never went back on his foul wrath on the contrary, he promised to spend every second in diverting man from the right path, if only he is given the option, the chance to prove it!

The Originator saw in the proposal a potential in seeing humanity evolve and for the unseen to come back and seek his light. He knew his creation; he designed them in hope that one day they would complement each other and glorify his intend.

Not only did the prince receive an extension till the Originator chooses to fold the universe but also given an access to the path drawn to generations to come. He was granted unlimited penetration to the minds and bodies of man. He is to have absolute control of those who stray after their evil thoughts. 

Laws strictly scripted in his black book of Fallacy became the base for determining the boundaries between the two worlds and he knew how to get his way around them… The smile found its way back to his beautiful face as he saw in his own mind … the fall of man.