“It is my understanding humor helps soften the human struggle, combatant. I myself am devoid of humor. I do it to ameliorate your tension.”

  Zoe grew more tense – “I’m going to start crying again…” she hysterically exclaimed.

  “It is time for us to part ways Zenonina. I am being called away to other exploits. Remember what I told you … when prosperity is afoot. The akashic fields are alive and well. The fields grow from the lifeforce that flows through them. The psychic world then nourished, feeds the inanimate body of the negative earth. This dreamworld is the mirror image or invisible plane of your material corridor."

  "The psychic soil out of which all matter springs is where I have met you here today; and, heaven, the world of pure light with no being is the original proto-form out of which all psychism springs. The world of first activity and divine ideation. The realm out of which mental abstraction is born. It’s all one big cosmic soup.”

  Zoe put her fingers in her ears.

  “There’s something you should you know, Mister Ego-nina.” Zoe had no idea what she was saying. The scroll having finished its ascent up the stairs sprung up into the air towards Zoe.

  She in turn half alarmed caught the scroll, not wanting her puppy spider accomplice to fall to the ground.

  Zoe turned to Eagle-Man and spoke plainly and resolutely, fingers falling out of her ears, – “I’m going to break the chains of destiny one day!”

  “I don’t care what you say about Cosmic Calenders and duties to fulfill. I don’t care what Zack says about mountaintop ranges and school homework.”

  “If I really can’t have my grandmother back then I’m going to live my life how I want! If our soul has a problem with how I’m living it, it can come down here and make me. Or this ‘god’ fellow or whoever can start throwing thunderbolts! I don’t care anymore.”

  “...I just wanted to have a normal highschool experience and now all of this is happening.”

  Eagle-Man said nothing.

  Zoe was becoming practiced in his unassuming silences and she in turn was starting to adopt them. His calm character was seeping in and affecting her – or more accurately, his solar ambiance which was already in her was rising up to the surface as her, which is also to say that all that was not the solar god in her fell by the wayside.

  The more you raise your personal frequency, the more all that is not you – the false self – falls away out of existence.

  In this mental silence between earth-self and solar-god Eagle-Man finally spoke.

  Zoe felt like she could almost see him smiling though his expression remained featureless in stoic eagle fashion – “just eagle.”

  “There’s something I want you to know. Everything I have communicated to you today is but a mental approximation that borders on distortion. The world cannot be grasped in concepts. It has to be lived and as you do so a hidden inner meaning avails itself to you that is not conceptual yet deeper and more informative than this little mind can grasp.”

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  Eagle-Man pointed a talon towards Zoe’s head.

  “Your comment that you will break the chains of destiny is the first time that you have spoken in MY language. In non-dialectical thought. In form-free thought which is the language of heaven. The universe waits for you to rise to your mantle as the solar god that you are – that I AM in you.”

  “As long as you allow your senses to rule your thoughts and not the other way around then you will never be free.”

  “It is my hope that one day you and I will be reunited on the material plane as the singular entity that we really are – but for this day to transpire you must be practiced in the language of heaven. And to learn the true tongue of the gods you must become a student of life. You will not find the answer in a book, earth-child. You will only find pointers, and what you do with those signifiers is the most important story you will ever read – the story of your life.”

  It was with those departing words that Eagle-Man tore into the psychic ground of the dead earth with a violent swing of the hammer. The ground became alight with glowing cracks radiating from the epicenter of his force hit, and in a growing flash of light he disappeared.

  Zoe did not know what to say but she knew she had heard the words ‘god,’ ‘heaven,’ and ‘light’ more times in one conversation than she had heard all her life.

  “Blah blah blah,” she stubbornly mumbled. “Grams dies and THEN the gods come.”

  “I’m going to do what I want. I don’t care. Maybe I will throw a party at school and then go on grandma’s quest.”

  Zoe realized that the temple of Alexandrine and the psychic realm where she now stood seemed a lot more empty without her Eagle accomplice and friend.

  She had enough emptiness the last week for a lifetime.

  As Zoe’s tender heart fluttered with grief, the budding topsoil of anger and belligerence that had grown over it began to shift and quake and lose the statutory gaze it had veiled over her heart and being.

  “What is this stupid thing?”

  Zoe said inspecting the scroll Eagle-Man gave her. It looked like the ones in the temple except that this scroll had a knack for following her.

  She unfurled the scroll to find a blank surface. However the unrolled page soon began to shift and change and letters familiar to Zoe began to take form on it.

  “This is the scroll of truth.” It read.

  Zoe felt like it was speaking to her.

  “Please don’t tell me it’s alive. Please don’t tell me it’s alive. – Wait, is this thing like a phone? Can I call Eagle-Man in there?”

  Zoe brought her face closer to the scroll, slightly turning her head to listen but then quickly lost the courage to be so intimate with a magical object she had just met. The almost imperceptible hum of the scroll went unnoticed.

  The surface of the scroll shifted and rearranged itself.

  “I have more life than you, O’Brokenheart.”

  “You cannot communicate with Xenozazo’fone because he is already in you. Talking with yourself is inane and not possible.”

  Zoe got the distinct sense she was being insulted but she did not know what the word ‘inane’ meant. All the more reason to practice for the vocabulary portion of the standardized tests she surmised.

  “Why is everyone so sassy today?” Zoe exclaimed in frustration, turning to shift her head away only to realize the scroll of truth was generating a reply for her.

  “Your reality is your self. You always reap what you sow because you are the product of divine life. You ARE divine life. It cannot be another way.”

  "This human shell and mortal frame that you wear iis but a fraction of the real you. You are far vaster than you realize."

  “As such, for earth-creatures, metaphysical creation is the law of the universe. The first forms take shape and then their effects follow -- to the finite mind it seems like cause and effect. A 'miracle' has transpired.”

  Zoe completely erased the angry question that had formed in her mind: “then why do people die?!”

  The surface of the scroll began generating its topography however nothing new formed. It resolved itself into a blank page.

  Zoe rolled the scroll up in a fit of frustration.

  It was in this manner she found herself physically asleep in her father’s office while still feeling very much attached to the world of dreams.

  “Come back here when you’re ready.” Zoe heard a voice in her head. She did not

  know whose it was or where it had come from.