Tuesday, July 13, 2021

Elementals - The Series aka On Wings Of Immortals




Warning: The series contains sexual and historical elements that might offend the average reader. 



Book One: AYEKAH THE DAMNEDat the beginning, the Almighties, two-in-one, male and female, entrust Celestials as witnesses of earth's evolution and human creation but directs them not to intervene. However, after the Almighties grant humans an eternal soul, Celestials become jealous, so they grant them special powers and name one Archangel of Light, highest of all Celestials.

For ages, one thing leads to another, as the Celestial and Archangel get more involved in the life of humans until decades later the Archangel ends up falling for a virgin, and its name becomes Ayekah, he names her Haya. Some other Celestials also go astray, and everything changes.

Book Two: VIRGINS starts in modern times when Haya’s descendants continue to procreate even after Haya's death. 

From every twin birth, only one births female twins; the barren is the watcher. Generations later, the last two, Ray and Ary, guided by the Pastoras, a divine entity, begin the mutation of a new species. 

Book Three: ROLO is named after the Salamander that Ray, a scientist, finds in the jungle while doing cloning research. 

Meantime Ary, a parapsychologist plagued by nightmares, seeks help from Alex, Ray's lover, to help save her. The tale unfolds amid love, romance, and powerful forces of good and evil that battle for control over a new species of humans. 


Book Four: MACULATUM- starts after great floods wipe out almost everything leaving earth virtually uninhabitable. Hell takes over as the battle between greed and magical powers intensifies, and humankind almost becomes extinct. 

To save a semblance of the human species, scientists use Salamander/human clones developed by Ray.




Ayekah: In Genesis 3:9. After Adam and Eve ate from the forbidden tree, God asked Adam, “ayekah,” a Hebrew word that means “Where are you?” In the Torah, also referred to as “watcher” and “holy one.”   

In Maya mythology, Ayekah is akin to Itzamna, a god and creator thought to live in the sky. 

Haya: in Hebrew, mythology means “life.” In Genesis 3:9. Holy writs say angels “fell” after becoming “enamored” of human women. 

Haya is akin to Samael’s counterpart, Lilith. She seduces angels and can mean; “to live” or “have life,” or “to give” or “restore life” (Genesis 25:6, Joshua 3:10), “lively” (2 Samuel 23:20), and “reviving” (Genesis 18:10, 2 Kings 4:16). As in Nashiym, the Lilim, who seduced the watchers.

In Maya mythology, Haya is akin to Ix Chel, the divine goddess believed to have helped create the world. Her powers include healing, intuitive knowledge, the ability to control earthly forces, and the sex of a fetus. 



Plato said that myths are memories and history. As per ancient Greeks, the word Mythology is two parts, Ethos and Logo. Ethos develops from history, religion, nature, language, art, symbolisms, order, and chaos. Logo is the investigation of science and elements that makes us who we are. 

Myths about beings without a soul evolved the belief in spirits, one from each element: Mermaids from water, Sylphs from the air, Gnomes from the Earth, Salamanders from spirits. Since ancient times, scientists have spoken about humans as having an elemental spirit they now call “natural tectonics,” or forces cracking the planet’s crust with earthquakes and volcanoes. 

In the “Paracelsian concept,” Elementals are supernatural “humanoid beings” that live longer than humans and are not immortal, but when a mortal weds an immortal, the humanoid spirit becomes immortal. 

In The Old Testament, Elementals are also known as Nephilim or “giants” or “the fallen ones” from the Hebrew word naphal or “to fall.” 

The ancient Mayans left evidence of their contact with miraculous visitors or elemental beings. 


Holiness Defiled

One night when alone, I dozed, rosary in hand, though I was dreaming until roused by the rustle of sheers that lapped between drape folds mimicking tongues out of a dark gaping mouth.

The clock on the bedside chest read midnight, its red-light brightly pulsating as if from a beam that I traced from floor to wall where he hid in shadows. I thought he was my deceased beloved, but the face was unfamiliar, the grin unfriendly. The cat, lazing on top of the bedspread by my feet, hissed, jumped, and ran out the bedroom door. No one heard my scream or my heart pounding into my head.

“Evil begone,” I shouted when his voice soft as the breeze thundered into my mind: “I am not a vision, spirit, or magic, fear me not, let me confess how I came to be and what I do.”

Every night I was alone, he came. My only choice became to face him and listen or go insane. He told me stories of a new world unfolding not from Sanctity but from the pews of religion and technology. He said, “God, man, one of the same. Names and places changed to protect innocents even though there are none.”

He displayed carriages of flesh weaving sins into blessings as people rode to destruction on good intentions and holiness defile in time and blood. “There are no mistakes, the day is one sphere, and the night is another.”

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