Terminus: Eaglerock Drive

[jack_babalon]

Petal Predator
August 14th, 2007
~Rob M.


Before one can enter the fabled Garden of Assassins, the pilgrim-initiate must first learn to navigate their way through the astral waters of the black star sephiroth - the final barrier that separates the Primordial Triad of Creation from the Seven Manifestations of Existence.

Though no light can be cast in this no-place (not even by the most ardent and fiercest star that may fall up it's bottomless depths), the aspirant who has mastered their true Will will be guided by the inner illumination of their own chosen Path to the shores of the Great Garden where they will learn the final lesson - How to murder their own Secret Angel.

But beware! Those who do not know their Will soon find themselves no more than Soul Meat to the creatures that thrive in this eternal deep. For though nature abhors a vacuum that doesn't mean she can't thrive in it. Petal Predators - eyeless carnivores that have dwelled here since the Fall of Unity. Once they were the Flowers of Paradise, who sang to Adam Kadmon with symphonies of scented perfumes, whispered the secrets of First Dawn to him on the celestial winds and intoxicated him with the nectars of their seed.

When Unity fell a terrible wind of judgement plucked up the flowers from the golden fields and cast them down to land, sink and breathe in the Black Waters of Da'ath. There they evolved over the countless eternity into savage behemoths, massive creatures who over time lost the gift of language and where once wisdom bloomed on their petals now find themselves self aware only of a perpetual hunger that has never been satiated. They fed themselves off the first of Lucifers Army to be cast down from the killing fields of that red heaven. In the Bardos of the Tibetans they feed off the Hungry Ghosts the way whales swallow whole fleets of minnows in a single yawn. Over eternitys crawl they soon found a new food group emerge from the upside down surface of the Seven Manifestations. Specks of astral mariners traveling their way up through the No-Thing in their travels of the Great Work or those who crash landed in their premature leaps of faith.

Comments

[daucus-carota.livejournal.com]

There is a story with this picture! Have you written it yet?
xxx

[jackbabalon23.livejournal.com]

Sure help yourself:)

[daucus-carota.livejournal.com]

Don't you think it's about time to let the world meet Adam... HA! I just realized that you're god... anyway... it's a shame to keep it to so few!

I love this pic... it seems almost a synopsis of many of your story lines... the crushed, aged, bruised petals set against an amazingly stunning, picturesque alternative. So many would miss the beauty for the flaws. You, in contrst recognize the beauty first in the flaws... the differences and see the traditional beauty as a mundane backdrop to the real personality

As always, thank you for sharing!

xxx

[jackbabalon23.livejournal.com]

Such a beautiful sentiment, thank you.

[catwalk.livejournal.com]

i think i'm scared of that flower...

[jackbabalon23.livejournal.com]

Well it does bite.

[gaeasdaughter.livejournal.com]

Exquisite!

I want this picture!

[jackbabalon23.livejournal.com]

That can be easily be arranged i'm sure.