"MOTHER MAGDALENA!" it spoke out, not with words, but with a voice of pulsating, psychoactive, telepathic illumination. Her spirit was directly locked onto the center of the flame, embracing its offerings.
"IT IS I, SOLARIA," it proclaimed with pulsing pumps of energy. "DO NOT FORGET! YOUR PURPOSE IS TO PROCREATE PROLIFICALLY, NO MATTER WHAT!!
“YES! PROCREATE! [-DISDAINFUL SOLARIZED CHUCKLES-] BRING FORTH A MORBID MYRIAD OF DOOMED DRONES, COUNTLESS BASTARDS OF FRUITLESS FLESH WITH HEARTS THAT BEAT IN VAIN, TO EXPERIENCE PAIN IN THIS WORLD OF HATE! THAT IS WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT!” The hot essence of Solaria fiercely emitted its version of menacing laughter.
Fixed in an endless reverie, a blank expression on her face, Magdalena’s Ajna chakra had become fully stimulated, and blood now gushed outward from the gash in her forehead, bursting through the bandaging, squirting all over the inside of her helmet’s transparent dome, completely obstructing her view with a crimson flush. Proving that she could not be disconnected in any way from the almighty nexus now communicating with her, the triple optics of the Mother then pierced through the ruby veil of her helmet’s dome with activated brainwaves of eternal intent, physically parting the obstructing splattered blood outward from three small, perfectly rounded areas of the blood-soaked dome around her Head, correlating to her three beams of vision.
Magdalena continued to listen to Solaria, staring, all-Eyes, directly into the depths of the inferno.
"You will find ways,” it went on. “Your encounter with the essence of Lachrylon has proved worthy, Mother," it conveyed to the woman through it's dark naval. Solaria was now being fed with Mother Magdalena’s commanding brainwaves of eternal intent as it supplied its powerful lifeblood to the flickering flames that were now blazing with intense fury.
