Magdalena, you are to extend your physical branch outward, allowing more branches to grow off of it, bringing about a pitiful family tree of prosperous life with no meaning, sprouting pitiful human creatures to live pitiful, worthless lives! I will henceforth forward all siphoned-off sacred energy gained to Polaris. It is the proper way of living life on Earth! Ensure by any means that the female leaves are fertilized. You are to bring forth as much physical life as you can, periodically slaughtering male beings in Sacrifice to ME. Believe in yourself, as I believe in you, Mother, because I have felt all that you have created before.
I know what you are capable of.
The Mother stood fixed in a deep daze, acknowledging every self-styled word that this fierce, compelling Force was conveying to her most matter-of-factly.
It went on:
"This time, attempt to increase the worldly population to higher than it has ever been before. But do not forget this, Mother Magdalena: YOU ARE NOT IMMORTAL…
A pause.
“You will not see me again for a long while, Mother.”
Another pause.
“I HEREBY GRANT YOU YOUR SEASONAL REBIRTH AND ONCE AGAIN ANOINT YOU ‘MOTHER MAGDALENA,’ THE ETERNAL HEART IN THE BODY OF ALL HUMAN BEINGS. NOW FUCK OFF!"
Then, mysteriously, defying the very nature of nature, the blazing fire began to swiftly shrink, smaller and smaller, until it was again a tiny flickering flame. And then, before Lina’s very Eyes, as all three of them still remained fixed onto the flame’s bright, blue-tinged naval, the mighty fire impossibly collapsed unto itself, the last of the smoke dissipating above where Solaria had been smoldering Its sanctity.
Lina’s little silvery space-pod had completely disappeared.
And then, just for a moment, just for One undying instance in space-time, a wash of fourth-dimensional dark light intensely drowned out everything, promptly flashing a blank whiteness so pure, it blinded Magdalena’s Third Eye permanently.
Within this secret Samhadi, this unchanging moment in time-space, which only seemed to last for a fraction of a second, the woman remembered something about her Spirit that was so fundamental and obvious that she became disappointed in, and embarrassed with, herself for ever forgetting it: she again realized that she had never before been a baby, that her essence was habitually renewed in the manner of this Ajna-smearing by the almighty Solaria, just for this moment right now. The activation of this almighty “At-One-ment” never failed to indicate to her the realization that she had Once again finally fulfilled her purpose for existing in the human form, and it always marked a powerful transition through and into a new age.
