Anunnaki Chapter 4

Disappointment has defined every breath my lungs have turned to poison. Toxic nightmares that shake like a quaker balancing heaven and hell on its index finger, to show off. They reveal the frustration and anxiety of a world defined by rules that we never had a vote in deciding there enforcement.

The surviving dust walker thought all of this with desolation shaping his frustration into determination. As the author developed by a similar form of devastation needs to reassure his readers. That the author and his equivalent translations of an alien world's language. Are far better than reading phonetic spellings of what his visions impose on him as an observer, a dreamlike mosaic of irrational behavior.

While the lonely Dust Walker that we will for the sake of not seeming silly refer to as Dave (ain't I a stinker?) staired out over the garden with its magnificent fields of wild grass and homes that felt like a plateau even though they were on a plain. It was surrounded by an unnatural wall that went down for miles beneath the surface. The night sky with stars (artificial, remember?) shone brightly. Giving every onlooker as much hope as they did light, that is, except for Dave.

He had lost his brothers of the council and now wondered what to do. You needed the jaw bone from one of his dead friends to crack open and pour into a cup of purple tea so one of the young ones could acquire the ability to dodge the blade so that the hunt may go on. Of the five families, only one was of age to drink the purple tea—the little weird one Earthquake.

All that would have to wait, however, as Dave was not going back down until he was sure that unnatural creature had moved on to be lost in the sewers. He hoped it would stay there forever. It was feeding off of the flock he hoped.

Then with an anus flexing terror, he said to himself, "what if it eats the Dust Walkers and ends the hunt? without the jawbones, the hunt is over."

He was shaken to the blood mortar of being; he resolved too, after the shaming of the newborn, visit Earthquake and the child's father.

2

The basket is woven out of the grass that grows down in the sewage of the pipes. The vines red as blood plucked from behind an eyeball. The baby inside was quiet; not a word was spoken as the little imp was lowered down. Down into the well that leads to the pastures of shepherds and their flocks. Children that graze waiting for the day of the great hunt where the dust walkers will baptize them in filth.

It took all of twenty minutes for the little one's basket to hit the prairie where one of the older children would be chosen by the shepherds to be a mentor. Would be a surrogate mother for the child. While big guys upstairs would punish the true mother for giving life to something that would serve no purpose for thirteen years.

The father of the child put on what looked like riot gloves. and circled the mother of his child and said: "do you repent, of your sin?"

The tired woman with her large eyes and catlike face looked around desperately. Eyes are trying to follow her "owner."

The well is only eight or nine feet away. The mother is running at it without regret, desperation as her drive. She jumps, tumbles and falls without hesitation down as a warning to the flock with life leaving blood out of every opening. She would reach out for her child, but she would be unable to spare it. The fall she imagines would last long enough for her to come to peace with this. Though her desperate dream that was never really a plan is shattered. With the onslaught of violence, she could not allow herself to repent of the child. So instead, she was beaten, with one driving blow after the other as the imps watched; most of them more than able to empathize with the pain.

3

It took the three of them, but the light was found in the sewage; Sam, Teki, and Dead. Sam had felt bitter, broken to the core, and somehow still chasing hope like it was something you rapped your fingers around.

Teki was happy in his current health. Having taken his six hours to be repaired in the spiritual game of hiding and seek he was playing with himself.

And, Dead well, she was alive. Alive and grateful that she was able to find the light, the rest had looked for it with her. But she had seen it. She felt it was a sign from the big guys upstairs that she had been the one to find the light. She volunteered to crank the battery to keep them going as they headed towards the surface. She believed in sams power and her tourist's purpose. In every cruelty leading to a higher purpose. And the goal is a synonym for usefulness.

She was slowly cranking the flashlight as they were heading up towards the garden. Sam in her gypsies pants and a tank top, Teki with Aladin pants and green fir like mold, while dead wore nothing but rags of no particular design.

It was a strobing flickering light always on the verge of going out, but it would carry them.

She was thinking about her father, that quiet man with his fear of God. His friendship with the preacher. Her relationship with the preacher. The fact that Sam herself had killed the preacher with a power gifted to her from a literal god. She wanted to express gratitude for the change and regret the end of her dealer. She was tired of circular, spiraling thoughts that were tired before she had vomited. So she said, "Teki, can you read my mind."

Teki said, "No, you are the center of my power; I walk as a mortal till our covenant ends."

"So, are you like Jesus?" said Sam.

"the Christ (no relation) was sent to die for every man's sin. I was sent to live for no one's sins but my own," said Teki.

"So, which is worse, to be selfish or selfless to the extreme?" said Sam

"I would argue that the worst of the two is whichever leads the denial of God's power," said Teki.

"Sice I have your power, does that mean I can go to whichever extreme I want?" said Sam

"God willing, if he allows it," said Teki.

"Does that mean you permit me to do as I please?" said Sam.

"Sam, I am a tourist, not the supreme originator of all life," said Teki

"I thought you said you were a god?" said Sam

"I am a God, not the God. I am a deity will walking moving through his grace or plan if you prefer. The Anunnaki were the children of a God (not the God)." said Teki.

"So...you are a son of a God, not the God. Also, what is will walking?" said Sam

"Will walking is being righteous or justified. It is God allowing you to play out his will in the dance, the vibrations of judgment. Being spoken through by the spirit. Will walking is at once what is allowed and also the creator looking at his creation and saying riddle me this before flexing his muscles that have giant question marks tattoed on them." said Teki.

"You have a very disruptive theology," said Sam.

"Where have you gotten yours from? Who was your preacher?" Said Teki.

"I killed him," said Sam.

"You were will walking, judgment is power, and it is ambiguous. The devil is evil because he is the accuser and denier of God. God is perfect cause no one can argue with him, and I do what I want to cause I am allowed and mind my business. A wise man said to the Lord, 'I am unnecessary information, what is my purpose?' and God said 'in your weakness, my strength is made perfect, my grace is good enough.'" said Teki

Sam listened in the flickering light and now wondered if it was not only the dark but also the light that spoke in riddles.

4

Memories, echo fortunes of information loss that are still messing your life up. The past has a way of guiding eternity towards familiar oblivions that seekers of the light would do best to avoid. The black holes devouring light are memories of dead stars.

"Sit down children," said Teki "it is storytime. My friend Ted was an older ones spawn. He was the child of the Apocolypse. One of those creatures dancing to the saxophone of oblivion, kind of like, the second side of the Stooges, Funhouse. An excellent record that one, I like most sane people like the first half the best. But even I can still see the firstborn of the nightmare dancing—a slow waltz-like head-banging to 1970.

Ted was my friend, I want to tell you this is a regular fourth wall break to add an air of literary irony to a borderline pornographic sexual politics driven narrative. Though more than that. I feel there is a need to explain myself as a Deity." Sam was standing off on the edge of the fire; the theater was burning. However, she didn't seem all that interested in what was being said. Where is Dead I don't see her, is this not her narrative as well? But no, she is gone only Sam and Teki with a fire burning on the ancient greek theater. Still, it was dark enough for his glowing to draw your attention to them.

"Ted was getting older, spawns of an older one." said Teki, "Live in a state of understanding, much like a dog. They want to be trusted. They want to serve a higher purpose. His original master was eating universes before I had acquired my first passport. He saved my life more than any other. When you remove something from its circumstance, you reveal it's character. Ted served something that ate planets. All he wanted, however, was to make his originator proud.

And when I finally convinced him to a covenant. He shared the Zoo with me. It was the first time I had been to a planned exhibit. The Zoo is run by an AI that collects the signals of dead planets and civilizations. It replicates the conditions of the creature's homeworld. And keeps the subjects in the Zoo to fend off information loss by sharing them with other powers, cultures, and even tourists. Ted used to call the place a psychedelic sour. His desire was not to destroy but to defend. Maybe I used him? Perhaps I am using Sam? It could be said that use provides purpose. And in my search throughout the Zoo, and it's many exhibits I have found only one thing not on display... meaning."

The stage was silent now; secrets were not to be revealed. Only whispers of a promise. Hints that maybe one more page and all would be revealed. But no, we leave off here and let them enjoy the dream before the madness ahead. The feeling that they are in control and not just props. You could say it kills dramatic purpose to reveal how artificial all this is. Though I disagree, was Sam's suffering any less real because it was all an exhibit in a zoo? Next time you look up at the stars, think to yourself, in an infinite but finite universe. How little do we know? How locked off are we from reality? How much does delusion carry us through the day?

In the Gospel of Thomas, there is a saying that goes, "If they say to you, 'It is in the sea,' then the fish will precede you. Rather, the kingdom is inside of you, and it is outside of you. When you come to know yourselves, then you will become known, and you will realize that it is you who are the sons of the living father."