《BOOK 6: THE SON OF ASMODEUS (a Perth's Accidental Superheroes series) VOL 2.2 POST-TREETON》Chapter 12: The Return of the Burning Man [Part 2]
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HE WAS PANTING AS HE DUG A HOLE IN THE BUSHES, somewhere nearby the Walker house. His robotic-arm clutched his-mom’s gardening trowel tool as he was burrowing-soil for a shallow-grave – and, he was talking to himself…
… if though the ‘dead’ JW was still-alive… ‘listening’…
“… look at you, JW… pity, I can’t put a twig-cross to give you a proper Christian-burial… cos’ you’re a ‘kidnapped’ endangered-species from ‘Rat-nest’ Island or some-bloody wildlife authority-will dig you-up and would-be ‘looking’ for-me… your-Daddy-and-Master…
“… my-poor smiling-boy… only 4-months-young to be buried-down under-the-ground…
“… but no-worries, I got your-back even-after-death, you’ll serve me soon, my-majestic steed, Bucephalus… remember The Game-of-Thrones – soo-cool when the Night-King rode a ‘dead’ horse… yeaaaah, I would look-up a ‘spell’ in Dad’s journal to bring you back alive…
“… yes, I will ‘resurrect’ you – from the-dead like Jesus ‘raised’ Lazarus…”
Peter put his small dead-pet into the shallow-pit…
“… see you ‘later,’ alligator…”
And, he shovelled-and-covered the hole…
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It was getting dark, when he was cycling back-home at the suburbs – as he approached the crossroads, when he saw Gary’s Nissan Almera driving away after dropping-off his-twin, where the driver ‘lived’ nearby in the next-neighbourhood…
“… well-well-well, Mr Morrison, busy-day I-see, ferrying my quad-twin to the land-of-the dead to my-good-father’s grave… me-too… I had a busy-day myself, mate… just buried a good-friend…”
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IN HIS WINDOWLESS BEDROOM, PAUL WAS unwinding after a scheduled-busy afternoon of visiting his father’s grave… and followed by ‘heavy-eating’ at high-tea in Chinatown and next-stop… to the animal-hospital to see his-girlfriend’s ‘injured’ dog…
… he had FED-KITTY… and was talking-and-relating to her that Piper was ‘recovering’…
… lately, he didn’t leash-up his-dog day-or-night… as he doesn’t believe that household pets should-be tied-or-caged…
… where the dog ‘came-willingly’ to his-doorstep and into-his-life voluntarily because it-had ‘trusted’ Paul – therefore, he wanted it to be ‘free-willed’ to come-and-go… as it-pleased…
Furthermore, she’s a well-behaved-lady canine…
During the recent school-break, Paul was ‘monitoring’ Kitty’s movements-and-habits at the backyard. She was an active and energetic Belgian Malinois who was fond of chasing butterflies setting-on his mother’s flowerpots…
… she had a habit-of ‘sneaking-out’ in the-afternoons by scaling the high-backdoor walls… where she explored the back area-neighbourhood and ‘visit’ the nearby bushes… returned back to the Walkers’ backyard after marking her-territory, with other dogs barking-of her-trespassing.
Parked-at his desk, he was ‘not’ studying as he had no homework for the past-2-days of the-new term… instead he was playing DOTA, until his iPhone rang…
… it was his-girlfriend-Jane on-Face-time @the Hilton, taking a long-bath… and the blind-tween was multitasking as she held her-Samsung in-one-hand and a drinking from a glass-of-red wine in the other…
… and, she was ‘not’ coordinated-or-drunk… or-both… as she was ‘seen’ exposing-some of herself – Paul gasped-and-saw her-breasts for the 2nd-time… something-those ‘that’ can’t be ‘unseen’…
“JANE! What are you doing…!!? I ‘CAN’ SEE your… chest…” The ‘timid’ boyfriend cried…
“…opps… sorry-sorry… my-blind-bad…” Jane giggled…
… Paul scoffed to himself that ever-since the doctor-mother had ‘moved-out’ – Jane was ‘over-enjoying’ her-freedom as a-student by-drinking alcohol…
“Come-on, Jane… some decency-please – now, ‘why’ ARE YOU DRINKING…? Tomorrow is school-day…”
“…hehehe… sorry, my-Catholic boyfriend… ‘now,’ I had made your-eyes ‘sin’… and you have to-church for-confessions, hahaha… am I a ‘bad’ girl…? Hahaha… what-if I want ‘more’ than your-sweet kisses… would you GIVE-ME ‘that’…?”
“Damnit, Jane… I HATE YOU when you’re drunk… and ‘acting’ wild…!” Paul scoffed-again…
“… I’m drinking because I’m celebrating last-nights win – when I ‘badly’ hurt ‘your’ devil-twin…”
“… but… it’s all ‘over,’ right…? The demon is-down… so, stop drinking… it’s ‘not’ good-for-you…” Paul told-and-advised…
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“… that demon is-down but ‘not’ out – it is ‘still’ alive and I spared’ its-life when Piper-the-werewolf wanted TO KILL-IT… I’m ‘NOT’ SURE at that-time – if ‘killing’ the possessing-incubus would have an-effect on the ‘host,’ Peter… I don’t want the ‘blood’ of your-twin in-my ‘hands’…”
“… okay, Jane… ANYTHING-ELSE… I ‘should-know’… IF ‘NOT’… please end-the call…? The tween-Paul said and… was ‘looking-away’ from the-screen…
“Pauly, ‘why’ you want to go-away… is-it cos’ I’m indecent…?”
“YES, ‘temptation’ of-the-flesh is a venial-sin… and I ‘believe’ in-that…”
“… can it be-there an-exception in your belief that ‘what’ you are seeing your ‘future’ wife’s body – well any-way, your-God-the-Father ‘choose’ a Child-bride, innit…? Yea-Pauly, ever-since Lola ‘taught’ me that-prayer… I’ve ‘been’ doing some ‘research’ about the virgin-Holy-Mary… who gave-birth to-Jesus…”
“Oh-My-God! God ‘did-not’ HAVE SEX with the Holy-Mary – It was the ‘Holy-Spirit’ that conceived the birth of Jesus…”
“… ‘who’…? Who-is ‘that’ Holy-Spirit… is it a ‘Good’ sex-demon…?”
Paul was in a verge-of-blowing-out IN FRUSTRATION of his ‘drunk’ atheist-girlfriend’s questionable point-of-view towards his-Catholic-belief – he ‘called-out’…
“… Jane, I ‘love’ you – but let’s ‘not’ discuss religion ‘when’ you’re drunk, okay…? Talk ‘again’ in school tomorrow when you’re sober… hey-don’t drink-a lot…get a-good-night sleep, my-dear…”
… Paul ‘ended’ the call… before Jane responded-back…
The wheelchaired-tween sighed-deep at blind-Jane’s quirky-behaviour that made him mad-and-laugh at times…
… it reflected on THE CONFUSION of non-believers and the-believers of-the Abrahamics-religions… that made-and-look like the crumbling Tower-of-Babel in the present-day… with conflicting thoughts-and-views…
His iPhone ‘got’ a voice-message from Jane…
“… I love you-too… my-future Catholic-husband… kissy-kissy, good-night… see-you in school… muah…”
-O-
Meanwhile, upstairs…
… Peter stepped-out of the shower – and walked in-a-towel toward the closet long-mirror… he dropped the towel – and his self-examined himself…
… he saw that his ‘injuries’ were healing – the red-rashes on his private-part ‘had’ faded, and so-did the excruciating-pain… was now-gone… Peter grinned-and-gloated to the thought that he ‘could’ rejuvenate-and-self-heal…
Then, he ‘thought’ of old Dr Ferguson…
‘… STD… my-ass…!!!”
The bare bodied one-armed tween put on a pair of shorts… and sat at his-study desk and opened the Aboriginal-Art colourful-covered small journal, that had cultural-motifs of Dreamtime Kullilla-art – where his-dad wrote his Sumerian Blackmagic-spells in…
For the-next half-hour, Peter was flipping the pages… sighing to-himself… the frustration that his-dad was ‘not’ organized-with his-written entries…
… it was ‘all’ over – like a dumpster graveyard-of-spells that his-father wrote with no-proper titles-and-indexes…
‘… it’s ‘somewhere’ here… the spell that would ‘RESURRECT’ JW back-alive… I’ll ‘soon’ ride a zombie-quokka, how cooool is that…? watch-out, Blind-one – I’m coming for you-my soulmate…!’
For the-next hour, Peter was flipping the pages… sighing to-himself… the frustration of ‘not’ finding-what he was looking-for…
‘… maybe I should get Pete2.0 to sheaf-through to find the-needle in-the-haystack…”
… Peter yawned a lot… he was surprised that he was ‘sleepy’ before bed-time…
… he was ‘totally-exhausted’ with the events-of-the day ~ ‘after’ his-loss ‘last’ night to Janey…
… and his-plans of watching Disney’s LOKI pilot-tonight was put-on-hold…
… he then-slept a ‘dreamless’ sleep…
-O-
Meanwhile downstairs…
… after an-hour of losing-and-failing to Level-up in DOTA… Paul decided to go-to his-next form of ‘escapism’ which-was Netflix…
… back just-now in school, his classmates ware excited about Disney’s LOKI pilot-tonight – Paul doesn’t have Disney… nor-could afford to have 2-streaming services with his-pocket allowance – but he also’ heard chit-chats of something-similar called Ragnarök… a Netflix-original…
… the cripple-boy heard them ‘talking’… that Loki ‘gave-birth’ to the Midgard-Serpent that Thor will ‘fight’ in the next-season…
… on his-bed with his iPad, Paul was fixated with the Norwegian superhero-fantasy series that gave its ‘own’ twist of the Norse-lore…
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… as a superhero-himself… he could ‘relate’ with the teenager, Magne who was an-embodiment of Thor… as he ‘discovered’ his-powers in the ‘origin’ episodes…
… it reminded of Paul-himself in ‘discovering’ his-own-powers… of flying and shooting electric-bolt from his-fingertips in the ‘other-Perth’…
After watching a-couple of episodes, the-sleepy Paul switched Netflix-off as it was a school-night…
… he slept-off after saying his-prayers…
-O-
Outside at the Walker-house backyard…
… Kitty was restless… the moment her-Master Paul returned-home just-now – when he ‘fed’ her dinner just-now…
… ‘when,’ she smelled PIPER’S SCENT on Paul’s hand…
… it was normally that-Master-Paul’s fingers smelled of-pizza… but this-evening were the scent of Piper-and-medicine…
Fearing that Piper ‘was’ in-danger – Kitty jumped the-wall and ran…
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For an-hour the brown-furred canine was getting her-bearing – as she smelled the-ground on the highway…
… she didn’t know-where Piper ‘was’ – but she knew-where Piper ‘lived’… @his-Master-Jane’s house…
Kitty ran towards Jane-Watson’s residence, that was ‘under-construction’…
… after the ‘recent’ baboon-attack…
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It was a long-journey to get-there with some-encounter of-danger – where some oncoming-cars were ‘trying’ to run her-down… one car with drunken-teenagers stopped-and pelted empty-bottles of whiskey at-her – and shouting-out ~ ‘DINGO’…
…the ‘word’ just like the ‘possessed’ human living in Master-Paul’s house ‘USED’…
… where they-both ‘HATED’ EACH-other…
3 intoxicated-youth stepped-out of the car – armed with baseball-bats, laughing-maniacally and-chased the dog from the road. Kitty did ‘not’ attack-them… but ran-scared and hid in the nearby-bushes…
… after they-left… Kitty came-out later-from her hiding – and pursued with her-journey to find-Piper…
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Finally, the Belgian Malinois reached Master-Jane’s house – from the curb, Kitty saw the dark-and-lonely house. She jumped-over the electric-front gate and was in the residence-compound…
… she picked-up an animal-scent coming-from the lawn… that was ‘not’ of dog-nor-human…
… she ‘wouldn’t had known… that it’s of the ‘escaped’ baboons – a species that was Kitty had ‘not’ seen-nor-familiar with…
The dog walked around to the backyard where the-smell of Piper was coming-strong – she reached-and-growled in disappointment to see Piper’s empty-cage…
… she barked-once, calling-to the Alsatian – and got no-response…
She saw Piper’s water-dish that was filled with rain-water… she lapped the-drink in-thirst, while thinking what-was the next-cause of action after travelling-far over-here…
Kitty saw the broken-kitchen window that was replaced-temporarily by clear-plastic that was duct-taped. The ‘smell’ of Piper was strong in the house – Kitty jumped-into the kitchen by tearing-through the plastic…
… and landing-on the dark kitchen-floor – her-green nocturnal-visioned-eyes were looking for-Piper as she smelled the-floor…
At the dining-area was where the scent was the ‘strongest’…
… soon she chanced on a recently washed dried-pool of 3-days-old bloodstains…
… it was OF-PIPER’S… the unnerved Kitty whinnied-sad…
There were also-stenches of ‘other’ blood – from the ‘other’ species of-the-front lawn…
It was trailing upstairs… Kitty sniffed blood-and-bleach… as she walked-up the marbled floor stairs…
… may-be Master-Jane ‘was’ there – as she picked-up the blind-girl’s whiff…
In the dark, Kitty walked into Jane’s opened-door bedroom ‘following’ Master-Jane’s smell – the dog ‘saw’ someone sleeping in-the-bed…
… it walked closer… and was horrified-to-see a demon…
… the injured Iskur-the-incubus WAS RECUPERATING on the blind-tween’s bed – ‘after’ Jane-Wilson had-defeated it in-the-Dreamworld yesterday…
… it opened its gleaming red-eyes – and screamed-profanity in its-Sumerian-tongue…
… Kitty bolted-away in-fear – and ran home… to her-Master-Paul’s…
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IT WAS PAST 3 AM IN THE WALKER’S HOUSE – in the windowless bedroom, Paul was in deep-sleep and coo-snoring…
… he was having a ‘PLEASANT’ DREAM… that he had ‘received’ many-prezzies on his-birthday from his classmates… the ‘glittering’ boxes were on the IKEA table while ‘everyone’ was in the living-room…
… Paul on-his-wheelchair ‘sneaked’ in-secret-over – TO OPEN his-present boxes…
… he-first ‘opened’ Jane’s colourful gift-wrap paper with flying-unicorns…
‘… what have you got-me, my-dearest…?’
Under the wrapping-paper was a brown cardboard-box… and before the crippled-teen opened it – it ‘POPPED’ open…
… it was a Jack-in-the-Box – with the life-sized LAUGHING-HEAD of the incubus-Peter…
… instantly, ‘other’ prezzie-boxes ‘too’ POPPED-OPEN with ‘more’ laughing spring-heads of his-twin ‘mocking’ at him…
Paul-shouted at chuckling-dolls on the-IKEA table, that were swaying like-cobras…
“… is this some-KINDDA PRANK on my-birthday, you-devil…!!?”
“POE!!! POE!!!”
Paul ‘was’ awaked his dark-bedroom… WITH POUNDS on the door and his-name called…
… he ‘normally’ locked his door… to conceal his-supe identity from his-mom… who had a habit of ‘not’ knocking in her-entry…
The half-asleep crippled-tween levitated-fast to his-wheelchair – and switched-on the light before unlocking the door… to ‘respond’ to the emergency in the wee-hour…
He gasped to see ‘the-devil’ himself AT HIS-DOOR… ‘seeking’ refuge…
“Poe! Poe, where is mom…!!? ‘DAD’ IS IN MY-ROOM! He’s ‘burning’… I’m scared… where is mom…? Make-him GO-AWAY…please, make him go-away…”
Paul was shocked TO-WHAT his twin said ~ it reminded him of the ‘Burning-Man’ of Perthland…
“Mom has gone’ to work…” Paul replied…
Paul was speechless as… his bare bodied one-armed-twin who seemed’ frightened had ENTERED his-bedroom and sat at his-desk…
… he ‘still’ doesn’t ‘trust’ the devil… who-was seen-rambling in-speech…
“… ‘why’ is mom ‘not’ here…? I’m ‘scared’… I ‘CAN’T’ GO to my-room… Poe, can I ‘sleep’ in your-room till Mom ‘comes’ back…?”
Paul was ‘confused’ as he was ‘figuring-out’ what THE ‘TRICKSTER’S’ ploy-was…
…Peter was prolix… and-he was ‘troubled’…
“Poe, you told me the last-time that Dad is ‘dead’… why is that I ‘feel’ guilty…? Make-me want to-ask his-forgiveness… why, Poe, why…?”
Paul gasped to-realize…
… that ‘THIS’ WASN’T the devil-trickster-twin – but his 8-year-old-version of-his ‘good’-TWIN WHOM he encountered a couple-of-months ago…
‘… WHERE IS the ‘incubus’ who possessed-him at…?”
Peter was weeping lugubriously…
“… Poe, I feel-guilty… what do I do…? Mooom… I’m sorry…”
Paul rolled his-wheelchair closer and held Peter’s single-hand and ‘suggested’…
“… don’t cry-Pete. If you-want… I can ‘take’ you to his-grave tomorrow…”
“…nooo-Poe, Dad is ‘not’ in the Christian-cemetery – Dad is a ‘Hindu’… he’s ‘now’ in the-Himalayas… I ‘saw’ him-there the last-time…”
“What!!? You’re ‘not’ making any-sense – dad’s Catholic…!”
“… that was ‘before’… if you don’t believe-me, I’ll show-you – I can take you ‘there’… I’ve ‘been’ there-before… BUT FIRST…
“… we need to-sleep… and in ‘OUR’ DREAMS… I’ll take you ‘there’… and, please come with-me, Poe… I’m ‘scared’ to go-alone…
“… I ‘need’ to see-dad… and, ask for his-forgiveness on his 3rd-death anniversary – Poe, will you ‘follow-me…?”
Paul was ‘speechless…
“… yes-Pete… I’ll ‘follow’ you…”
… Peter jumped onto the bed and took one-of Paul’s pillow…
After switching the light-off, the crippled-tween slept beside his-twin, pondering…
‘… finally, ‘after’ 5 months of being-clueless in post-Treeton… I’M GETTING A LEAD… and, if I were to ‘meet’ dad – he ‘will’ give me THE-ANSWERS of how to fight-evil and-save my-brother…’
… soon, both THE TWIN-brothers slept into a deep-slumber…
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Paul opened his-eyes and saw he was in a-terrain with shin-deep snow, with the deafening cold winds were howling from-above – as he looked up from the foot-of the mountain at the majestic Himalayan range…
… he was only wearing his tee-shirt and-shorts… but some-how he didn’t feel-cold in the harsh-conditions – and-remembered the coldest he ever-got was ‘during’ the Treeton dairy-farm visit… where he was ‘struck’ by the-Cursed-lightning where the freezing-chills were to the core-of his-bones…
Levitating, he saw the one-armed Peter walking ahead… he was bare-bodied and only clad in-his trackpants, and was too ‘not’ affected by the elements – his twin called-out as he pointed at the mountain-peak…
“… Dad is ‘over’ there… come-on Poe… keep-up…”
Paul was overwhelmed by the distance he ‘had’ to-endure before they reached the-peak. Part of him-regret in ‘agreeing’ to follow his-twin’s forgiveness-seeking pilgrimage…
… and the other-part, was curious to know Peter’s secret of the Dark-world…
He heard his-twin shouting to-be-heard in the deafening-winds…
“… when I ‘first’ came here – I rode on a giant-rat… now-I ‘know’ A SHORTCUT… come, keep on, Poe… we’re close!!!”
The levitating-Paul followed-him ‘against’ the wind… while his-physically fit twin was walking fast in the snow… but the obese-Paul was struggling to maintain his-body density to-float or he would be blown-over and falling to his-death from the crag…
‘… what shortcut…? Should I trust-and-believe Peter… even… if he’s the 8-year-old version…?’
After a brief-moment, Peter turned his-head and hollered-back…
“… hang-on, Poe… we’re almost there – for the ‘elevator-ride’…”
The Walker-brothers reached a massive-boulder at the foot-of-the mountain… they went-behind the cairn where it was protected by the savage blowing-wind. Peter pointed at a small-narrow cave…
“… we have to go into ‘there’… come-Poe…”
The one-armed tween went-in… while Paul hesitated…
‘… what-if it’s A TRAP… how do I ‘get-out…?’
…but he had-came this-far to ‘not’ to turn-back – Paul then ‘prayed’ to his-Guardian-angel, St Michael for ‘protection’… before he ‘too’ entered the dark-hollow…
… the elevator-ride that-Peter ‘mentioned’ was an inter-dimension portal to Samsara… the heavenly-plane of the Hindus…
When Paul entered the-portal… he was sudden-blinded by blight strobe-flickering lights… he shut-closed his-eyes but the ‘images’ were etching-in his-brains…
… where in a flicking-moment, HE SAW the images of 330-million Hindu Gods of all shapes-and-sizes… as his eardrums WERE POUNDED by Sanskrit-chants that were accompanied by melodic-musical sitar-stings, ringing-bells and beating-tablas drums…
… Paul screamed in-his-head…
‘… am I’m ‘going’ BLIND-AND-DEAF…!!?’
… the levitating-boy fell to his feet, covering his head with his-hands from the strong intrusive sights-and-sounds that were messing his-own senses – then…
… his head was ringing… and it then went total-silence…
Paul ‘regained’ his senses… he opened his eyes to a ‘gated’ colourful tropical-paradise…
… where the fluid contrast of colours was SO-VIVID – when those colours were blending on-each other to-produce colours-hues that were UNKNOWN by-man…
Paul ‘regained’ his-hearing… and ‘felt’ AN-ODD in contrast…
… where the classical Indian-music WAS ‘NOW’ modern Western-music of Hip-Hop…
Paul turned his-head, and gasped-in-awe to ‘what’ HE SAW…
… the Elephant-God was having a dance-face-off with the Monkey-God as they were in a frantic breakdance-battle. Paul who was an avid-dancer ‘before’ the-accident – was fixated by both the-Gods in Hip-Hop garb who were excellent dancers… as they squared-off to an Indian-Gangsta rap-music…
Paul then saw Peter laughing hysterically pointing at the-bulky Ganesha the Elephant-God’s tee-shirt…
“HAHAHA! it says… FAT-BOY JUMBO, HAHAHA!!!”
… Ganesha heard the laughter… and he ‘RECOGNIZED’ WHO-was laughing at him…
“Oh-My-God! it is ‘HIM’ AGAIN! What is the murderous-trouble-maker ‘doing’ here…!!?”
Peter hid-afraid behind Paul when the Gods-approached them – they appeared taller when they both came close… the massive -Ganesha was at-least a 9-footer while the lanky-Hanuman-the-monkey God was close to 11-feet…
… Paul had encountered similar celestial entities ‘before’ when he went to Diyu on a rescue-mission to free Alicia-Wong’s soul from 2-Grim-reapers – Ox-Head and Horse-Face…
… he too remembered their ally, Mercury – who-said that demons-or-other unearthly-beings would ‘NOT’ HARM ‘inbetweeners’ who cross into other-realms – while in OBE-state in their-sleep…
“How dare ‘you’ come-back after the atrocity YOU CAUSED in our-peaceful Samsara…!!?”
The shouting Elephant-God indicted while Peter at-the-rear cried-out…
“I did ‘NOT’ DO anything – I’m innocent!!!”
Paul turned-and-looked at his-brother… and ‘knew-what’ his-devil-twin ‘was’ capable-of…
… Paul-too shouted-back…
“… hold-on, mate! WHAT DID-he do!!?”
“He ‘tricked’ the Red-demon to ‘BRING’ HIM-here! Then he ‘killed’ one of-us… his ‘OWN’ FATHER…”
Paul jaw-dropped… ‘learning’ that Peter ‘had’ killed their father for the-2nd time…
… Ganesha then shouted at the levitating-Paul, who backed-away from the admonishment…
“YOU! You call-yourself as a Defender-of-Perth… ‘but’ your own-damn house is ‘not’ in-order – you ‘harbour’ the Chosen-one of Asmodeus ‘under’ your-roof!!!”
In rage, Ganesha’s elephant-trunk caught-and-held Peter’s single-arm… dragging him-forward, Peter-screamed in-fear – Paul who-was levitating was in-between them. He ‘pushed’ the-trunk…
“Hey-you, Elephant-person…! Let my-brother go…!”
“I’m going to crush-his skull! What are you ‘GOING’ TO DO-about it, inbetweener…!!?”
All the helpless-Paul can do was – TO ‘SCREAM’ at the hulking-sized deity…
“NOOOO!!!”
Paul’s shrilling-voice was SONIC-HIGH PITCHED – as it ‘knocked-off’ BOTH Ganesha-and-Hanuman off their-feet… with-them rolling away in the heavenly-ground…
Paul was astonished by THE-OUTCOME – that he gained a ‘NEW’ SUPERPOWER…
… just like in the Garden-of-Eden ‘recently,’ Jane-Wilson got her new-supe-power of cosmic-ray bolts ‘coming’ from her forehead Cursed-scar…
His voice box was sore – and his Cursed-scar on his-throat was tingling, when Paul heard his-twin’s voice behind-him…
“Do it ‘again,’ Poe – KILL them…!”
“… no… we are ‘not’ here TO-KILL – we are here to ‘see’ dad…”
“… what’s that disordered noise disturbing the tranquillity-of-meditation…!!?”
The Walker-twins heard A VOICE – they saw a 3rd-entity looking over the fence of the gated-paradise… it was Adiyogi, the leader of-yogis, who-was a manifestation of Lord Shiva…
… he opened the gate… and approached to the scene-of-commotion. Peter saw the blue-skinned deity in form-of a bearded old-man, wearing-only a loin-cloth…
“… is that Dr Manhattan… at-least he’s ‘decent’ in his-yellow underwear…?”
“… shut-up, Peter… don’t mock…” Paul cautioned…
“… what’s going-on here…?”
Both the Elephant-and-Monkey Gods had regained their composure of Paul’s involuntary-attack… they stood on their feet and – Ganesha complained to Adiyogi…
“… it’s the Asuras… the-demon ‘has’ returned our-Samsara-realm with his-twin…”
Adiyogi was scanning the boys with his 3rd-eye – while Ganesan berated-further…
“… Swami-Ji, the last time THE CHOSEN-ONE had wrecked-havoc here, and ‘killed’ in this-very Holy-place… the-Supreme Mahadeva was displeased with-me… and he then ‘demoted’ me…!”
Adiyogi spoke… as he ‘focused’ on-the one-armed Peter…
“… I’ve seen’ with my-3rd-Eye that the Asura that-possessed him HAD ‘LEFT’ his-body – they ‘both’ are-now mere inbetweeners who wandered here…”
Ganesha was dissatisfied…
“… but that is also a threat, isn’t it… when MORTALS ‘MISUSE’ the transcendental-Divine passage…?”
Adiyogi did ‘not’ reply-him… but looked at the levitating-Paul who appeared frightened by the appearance of strange-Gods…
“… this-is the Good-one… the Defender-of-Perth whom I’ve heard in the Heavenly-broadcast-frequency… of the heroic-deeds that he made to protect-earth with his partner – the Blind-one…
“… what ‘brings’ you here, O’ Nobel-one…?”
Paul was tongue-tied… and swallowed his Adam’s apple before he stated…
“… err… we… we’re here… to see-our daddy…”
Ganesha protested…
“NO! You may ‘not’ – leave this Sacred-place at once!”
“… I want-to see dad…” Peter wept…
“… you’ve killed him, remember…?”
Adiyogi intervened…
“Enough Ganesha… stop harassing the visitors – I GRANT THEM permission to visit their-father…”
The Elephant-God objected…
“… but Swami, this is a bad-idea – what-if Sri-Ram Sadashiva is KILLED AGAIN if the boy ‘attacks’…? I’m in-charge OF ‘SECURITY’ over-here – what do I say to Mahadeva if such a foreseeable EVENT SHOULD-happen…?”
Adiyogi chuckled…
“… if he ‘dies’ again – that’s his-Karma to have a new-rebirth…”
Ganesha scoffed…was ‘not’ satisfied with the Holy-man’s answer…
He turned to the Monkey-God who was his bodyguard and ordered…
“Harimarkata, keep a close-eye on the Chosen-one – if he ‘BRINGS’ DANGER… ‘crush’ his-skull for me…!”
Hanuman replied…
“Yes-Boss!”
The Elephant-God saw Adiyogi opening the gate to let the Walker-twins-in… while the lanky Monkey-God crouched-and walked on his-4s following close-behind…
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Paul-and-Peter entered the Paradise-Gate of Samsara following the 2-dieties was saw a sea-of-yogis, male-and-female seated aligned in-formation… some were clad in-yellow loincloth and most were naked… some sat on-rocks and others levitated – and they all-wore garlands of holy-beads sash…
… and in-sync, they were chanting in coordination-and-harmonised humming echoes to the-Universe…
“OOOoommm… OOOoommm…. OOOoommm…”
Adiyogi acted as a tour-guide was narrating to the inbetweener-visitors to Samsara…
“… these souls-of-yogis are chanting for bringing the Balance-and-Wellbeing of Humanity… and they were ‘there’ from the Beginning-of-Time – and would chant until the End-of-Time…”
Both the Walker-twin walked the-path… looked-on at left-and-right at the tranquil-vibrations of the collective-chant…
“OOOoommm… OOOoommm…. OOOoommm…”
Peter interrupted…
“… Sir, are they-crying… ‘I wanna GO-HOME’…?”
Paul facepalmed – while the Hanuman… rolled-over the floor, laughing…
“Hahaha! Man… this guy is funny…”
Even Adiyogi chuckled…
“… come-boys, your father, Sri-Ram Sadashiva is here…”
They walked for several-minutes – and the sea-of-chanting yogis were never ended… Adiyogi then asked the levitating-Paul…
“… O’Good-one, what ‘would’ YOU-ASK your-father when you see-him…?”
Paul stammered…
“… err… how-do… the Defenders-of-Perth defeat the Evil-Asmodeus…?”
Adiyogi pondered a brief-moment before replying…
“… as a yogi, your father MAY ‘NOT’ offer war-strategies… as he had ‘rebirth’ into a yogi-who is somewhat of peace…”
Paul sighed at the ‘answer’ – ‘not’ the response that he-expected… he then questioned the deity…
“… err-Sir… I had dreams of my father as the Burning-Man… why did you ‘punish’ him…?”
“… no-no-no… we did ‘not’ punish Sri-Ram-Sadashiva – it’s the doing of the ‘cruel’ Abrahamic-Creator who DAMNED YOUR-FATHER into His Purgatory-fire torture chamber-device…”
…Paul was-further confused… when he could ‘not’ comprehend the ‘politics’ going-on in the Heavenly Realms… so, he kept-quiet… and did ‘not’ enquire-more…
In the middle of the never-ending ocean-of-devotees – was a small-plot of grass with a white buck-goat grazing… Adiyogi pointed at the-animal and said…
“… this is the Reincarnation of your-father, Sri-Ram Sadashiva… he’ll would be-reborn in form of other animal for 333-years before he would be be-born as a human on-earth… and live a full-life there… and would return-back to us as a-yogi…”
Both the Walker-sons were shocked-and-surprized by Adiyogi’s Revelations… Paul’s mouth was gapped… while his twin-Peter sobbed…
“… what Dad is a Billy-goat…!!? He would end-up as mutton-curry in somebody’s cooking-pot… They are gonna ‘EAT’ MY-DAD… why-why-why…!!?”
‘That is Karma, my-Boy… the inevitable Truth-of-Life …”
In-shock, the levitating Paul slowly sat on the grass… with his-hand on his-head – while Peter was hugging the white-goat, apologizing…
“… sorry… Dad… sorry…”
Adiyogi sympathized the Walker-twins…
“… unless… those-years of your father’s ‘Karma-sentence’ were shortened…”
“… how is it-possible, Sir…?” Paul asked…
“… well, there is Divine-Intervention… because Gods dictate their followers’ atman like pawn pieces of a chess-board – but-by MIRACLE-OF-LUCK if you can ‘beat’ the Gods in their own-game… you father would be-reborn sooner in ‘another’ dimension…”
Paul sighed… and disheartened…
‘… what chances of ‘miracles’ would-me as a mortal have to ‘beat’ any-Gods in their ‘own’ Game…?’
His thoughts were ‘read’ by Adiyogi…
“… yes, it’s true, O’Good-one that your chances are slim – but through thoughts-and-prayers you ‘might’ have a change to attain-it… otherwise, it would ‘not’ be called a Divine-Intervention…”
Paul scoffed to-himself…
‘… that’s wishful thinking… to alter the God’s Divine-Plans which are set-in-stone of Dad…’
Adiyogi chuckled…
“… well, in Hinduism… the mortal Moolen the cowherd came back FROM THE DEAD and defied God’s Plans… maybe your-father Sri-Ram Sadashiva CAN DO THAT too… if you-yourself have strong-and-pure faith-and-trust that he ‘COULD’ COME-back alive…”
“… how, Sir… how is that possible…?” Paul asked…
“… it’s through the highest-form of Yogic Meditation – that is the Mahasamadhi… which’s possible TO ATTAIN ‘your-Divine-Intervention’…”
“… Sir… teach me…please…” Paul insisted…
The smiling Adiyogi nodded… he removed a small-pouch from his loincloth – that contained the ‘Holy-Ashes’…
… he placed the red-ashes on the sitting-Paul’s forehead, and instructed…
“… relax your mind-and-body – and ‘focus-on,’ Sri-Ram Sadashiva, your-father…”
Paul took shallow-breaths and looked at the white-goat where his-twin was feeding-it with grass… and was talking to-it as a pet…
… internally, Paul’s mind cosmically-exploded – and through the red-ashes on his forehead – Paul’s 3rd-Eye ‘opened’… heeding-close to Adiyogi’s instructions…
“… ‘ENTER’ YOUR-mind, O’Good-one…
“… GO AND FIND your-father, Sri-Ram Sadashiva…
“…. ‘ask’ for HIS-PERMISSION…
“… whether HE ‘WANTS’ TO BE ‘reborn’ as an Instant-Karma…”
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Paul travelled through the birth-canal of the Cosmic-Universe… at a lightning-speed of Humanity-light frequency … and reawakened his multiple past-lives of him seeing his-final deaths at the end-of-the tunnel of his-past lives – while living in multi-continents under-many shades-of-skin…
He arrived in a ‘familiar’ place that he ‘had’ been… in the-pits of the Abrahamics’ Purgatory – where he had ‘been’ before ‘after’ his death-in-Perthland… floating ‘above’ in-space… where Jane’s soul found-him – but later the-tweens were ‘rescued’ by Mercury, the Messenger of the After-world…
… and were ‘sent’ to the post-Treeton realm…
This time Paul was sent by Adiyogi to heart-of-Purgatory – to ‘find-for’ Solomon-Walker AKA Sri-Ram-Sadashiva – who was damned there for 333-earth years ‘before’ his acceptance to pass the Abrahamic-Heaven’s gate…
The soul of the crippled-tween descended into the-pit… and he saw screaming-souls of men-and-women suffering when they were tossed from-space to a lava-pool of melting hot brimstones. The terrified Paul floated above and touched-down at the edge of the burning-lake…
… his tee-shirt and shorts were soaked with perspiration from the intense-heat…
“… thank-you, O’Good-one… thank-you…” Cried the several thirsting-souls in the molten-lava after they-had ‘tasted’ the dripping sweat-of-Paul from above…
He did ‘not’ reply-not-look below at-them… felt petrified by their-suffers. He saw there were tunnels leading from the lake – where men-and-women would go-to after they swam across the-lake-of-fire… as Burning-Men…
… his 3rd-eye ‘KNEW’ WHERE to look for his-father… as it guided him to the right-tunnel…
Paul’s soul flew along the roof of the tunnel – that looked like earth’s underground-sewers but were flowing with hot lava-streams. He saw someone ‘lighting’ ahead at the end-of-the tunnel – and ‘knew’ that was his-father…
“DAD! DAD! Wait for-me!!!”
He reached the Burning-man – who was shocked to ‘see’ his son…
“… Poe…? Why are you-here…? Are you-dead?”
“No-Dad, I’m ‘NOT’ DEAD… Adiyogi sent-me to-ask you – if you ‘want’ to-be reborn…”
“NO! I wish TO SERVE my-sentence in Purgatory for my-crime of apostate…”
“But you’re a Hindu-now, Dad… you’re Sri-Ram Sadashiva – don’t you have a freewill to ‘chose’ your own-religion other than the-one ‘given’ at-birth…?”
“… yes-son… I ‘now’ my-freewill of choices… but I choose to stay-here…”
“Why-Dad…?”
“I’m saving your-brother, Peter – I was greedy-before, and made A DEAL with Asmodeus that he bestows-me the gift-to-be the greatest-gambler on earth… but unknowing IN-RETURN he ‘asked’ for my first-born, Peter – and I ‘refused’ the Evil-one’s of his-human-sacrifice…
“… he then ‘cursed’ you-all in Treeton… and made Peter as his “CHOSEN-ONE’…
“… I’ve to ‘undo’ now my past-mistakes as my-penance – and ‘FREE’ PETER before Asmodeus walks on Perth-earth…”
“Dad, I want to-help – what do I do…?”
“No-Poe! Stay out of this! This is ‘MY’ BURDEN – that I should-shoulder on my-own…”
“… but-Dad…”
“No! Go-away, Poe…”
The Burning-man tuned his-back on his 2nd-born… and continued walking-down the tunnel…
“Dad! At-least tell me… ‘how’ do I fight-evil in Perth…?”
“… there is ‘nothing’ you can-do – the outcome is inevitable… your ONLY-OPTION is to ‘escape’…”
“… then-tell me, Dad – HOW DO I ‘escape’…?”
“… it is THE ‘SAME’ as before in Perthland – where through death ‘comes’ rebirth’…
“… but Dad, there ‘should-be’ a better-way!”
The Burning-man was annoyed… and he turned-around and shouted…
“GO-AWAY, POE!!!”
The father lashed his-flaming hand at the-direction of his 2nd-born – a heat-wave sent Paul hurling out of the tunnel…
… the-force was so-powerful that it sent the tween-inbetweener out of purgatory – and boomeranged the screaming-boy was thrown into space…
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Paul’s body thud into the ground… he heard chaos of thousands of voices screaming. The crippled-tween opened his eyes to the madness that was happening in Samsara – it was ‘not’ the same tranquil paradise that he left-earlier…
… the yogi-monks were in-turmoil and fleeing-and-scattering away from the raging-Kali who rode a demonic black-bull, Mahishasura – the naked she-Demon with 10-arms was wielding curved-machetes, swords, spears and scythes as she rode the bull scaring-off the running yogis who were screaming for-their lives…
“NO! Kalli-Ma… Have mercy on-us…!”
In the anarchy, Paul saw Adiyogi-and-Hanuman who stood aside under a peepul tree and were ‘not’ intervening to the pandemonium of the demon riding her-bull creating confusion in the Hindu-paradise…
… Paul saw Peter laughing at the bedlam spectacle – but the Good-one wanted to make an effort to ‘diffuse’ the situation… he got-up from the ground and levitated…
… he saw the bull was charging towards the direction of him-and-his twin…
“Peter! Get-back ‘behind’ me!” He shouted and his one-armed twin obeyed…
… the white-goat RAN TOWARDS the bull…
“DAD! Dad, come-back here!!!” Cried Peter…
… the billy-goat kept-running… then the 10-armed Kali dismounted her bull-ride… and walked towards the animal – the goat was docile in self-surrender bowed to her…
DAD! Come-back!!!” Peter shouted…
Paul ‘focused’ to use-his ‘new’ found-power – HIS SUPERSONIC SCREAMS – that KOed the Elephant-and-Monkey Gods just-now… but…
… he felt that Adiyogi had MUTED HIM…
… he turned and looked-back at the peepul-tree – where the deity ‘spoke’ to his mind…
‘… don’t interfere, O’ Good-one – sit-back… relax and ‘enjoy’ the show…”
Both Peter-and-Paul saw the-submissive goat stooped at the approaching Kalli – who ‘sacrificed’ by beheading the animal from a single-hew of the machete…
… blood splattered – and Peter fainted as the cadaverous-sight…
… Paul was horrified at macabre… that obliterated ‘Sri-Ram Sadashiva’…
The demonic-Kalli lifted the headless-goat in the-air – and drank-and-bathe in its-blood – then, Kalli did her dance-of-Death…
… until the Heaven’s opened in the skies-above…
… and, Lord Krishna’s reincarnation as Kalki who rode a white-horse named Devadatta… descended below to ‘save’ the day…
… armed with his-Nandaka sword, Kalki leapt from his flying-steed and was swashbuckling with the she-demon in the open-field…
Paul noticed the intense-fight was ‘filmed’ by multi-cameras by demons hiding in the trees…
‘… huh… are they ‘shooting’ a movie…?’
… Kalki was winning – as he lacerated-and-severed 9-of-Kalli’s weapons wielding-arms – before he killed-her-outright by slicing her into-half…
… her-black-bull too escaped in a portal to the Naraka-hell, with its tail between-its-legs…
Everyone was celebrating Kalki’s victory in killing the demonic Asura – and giving him a hero’s send-off when he rode gallantly into the skies with his white-flying horse. Paul saw his-twin was still unconscious on the-grass and he could ‘not’ revive-him. Adiyogi then approached him with the Monkey-God…
The confused Paul cried to-him…
“Sir, my-dad is ‘dead’… what do we do?”
Adiyogi grinned-wide…
“… yes O’ Good-one, that’s Divine-Intervention by the Gods that I was talking-about… his-Athma was to-be the ‘sacrificial-goat’ for the Instant-Karma to ‘happen’ – now, he would-be born a human in a different dimension… as his-blood sacrifice was ‘made’…”
Paul was even-more confused…
“How ‘many’ dimensions are there, Sir…?”
Before the yogi could-replied… the skies ‘above’ shone in green-hues with Mongolian-throaty-like Buddhist-chants heard… everyone looked-up to see the-Watcher, SeeIn coming-out from a portal in the-clouds…
… Adiyogi and Hanuman FLEW-UP to him…
Below, the levitating Paul was left with the fainted-Peter… ‘not’ knowing the answers to how ‘many’ dimensions were there – and in-which dimensions would his-father be-reborn…
…which further contradicted to the Solomon-Walker whom he met ‘just-now’ in the Purgatory-dimension… where his-father ‘wished’ to serve his 333-year ‘sentence’ so to save’ his-twin Peter…
Paul then saw his Guardian Archangel, St Michael coming out from the same-portal with his huge-white-wings that flapped. All the 4 entities of 3-separate religions were discussing a moment among themselves for a brief-while…
… then, St Michael flew-down to Paul-and-Peter… Paul greeted-him…
“Peace Be with-you, My Guardian-angel – so… what’ of my-father…? ‘Where’ would he be ‘reborn’…?”
“You Christian-boys should ‘not’ be here... exploring Dark-realms that would ‘stain’ your-souls... I’m here to bring you-both ‘home’...”
“… come-on, St Michael, I’m a Defender-of-Perth member… TELL-ME… what is going to happen to my-dad…?” Paul protested…
“... you-mortal ‘need-not’ know of such life-and-death decisions...”
“Please, St Michael… I want to know…” Paul pestered…
“NO!”
The renegade-angel placed his-index finger on Paul’s forehead…
“...go to sleep...”
The levitating Paul collapsed to the grassy-ground into-deep sleep… along with his-twin, Peter…
… the angel picked the boys-each with both-hands… and flew to post-Treeton to deliver their-souls back to their sleeping-bodies @the Walker-house…
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PETER REGAINED HIS-SENTIENT by dog barks. In the dark he opened his eyes hearing Kitty’s barks… he ‘cursed’ mentally and was ‘about’ to go-to-sleep again…
… and, realised his twin was snoring beside him – the-puzzled one-armed tween instantly sat-up…
‘… huh… what am I doing in the-quad’s room – sleeping on his stinking-bed…?’
He-then heard the engine-sound of the-Audi – knowing his-mom had-returned home from her-night shift. He scrambled from Paul’s windowless-room…
… and. raced up-the-stairs to his bedroom…
‘… ‘how’ DID THIS happen…? Why’ WAS I in Poe’s room…?’
… it was ‘his-mystery’ for him to figure-out – and, his inspector-mother should ‘not’ know about-it…
‘… I’m a big-boy… I’m ‘NOT’ SCARED to sleep on my-own when Mom-is gone – then, have I ‘been’ SLEEPWALKING…?’
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