“Sounds good to me,” Hikok said and the rest of the team gave accord.
“Hello, my children,” Emok said.
Emok gazed at the younglings as they congregated in what looked like an open amphitheater. A wave of silence spread across the gathering of angels as they gazed at Emok with fascination and curios innocent.
“My name is Emok, and this is Lunok, Obok, Hikok, Izok, and Mashok,” he said as he gestured at his respective teammates. “We are your makers,” Emok continued. “We come from the Dimension of Asah, which is of a much higher vibrational frequency than yours is.”
Species from dimensions of a certain level of vibrational frequency and higher were innately aware of aspects of Creation such as dimensions, realms, cosmic clusters, and other aspects of Creation. Celestia was one of such realms and the newly spawned angels understood what Emok was talking about.
“We call ourselves the Shemsu,” Emok continued, “which means ‘servants’ in our language. So, we are merely servants.”
“Our purpose is to assist the powers that be in the process of creation throughout Creation.,” Lunok said. “Our work here is mostly done; but we will stay awhile longer to oversee a smooth transition towards your independence.”
“We understand your confusion, curiosity, concern, skepticism and maybe even fear. Do not worry, children! Your sentiments are natural and expected. We will address all these before we leave,” Hikok said.
“Our language in our dimension is different from what you hear us speaking to you right now,” Obok added. “What you hear will be your language, should you decide to keep it. You can have multiple languages if you so choose.”
As Obok spoke, his form morphed between the masculine and the feminine. He/she pretended not to notice the various reactions on the faces of the angels.
“Back home, we do not communicate like this,” Obok continued. “We do not ‘speak’ to one another the way we are speaking to you right now. We link our essences and just… ‘communicate’.”
“While we may not eventually teach you how to communicate like we do in our home dimension,” Obok continued using telepathy. “We included telepathy in your design. So, you can use telepathy as well, if you please. Just like I am doing right now.”
“Does anyone have any questions?” Mashok asked and waited.
There was silence for a moment. Mashok assumed no one had any questions and just when she was about to say something, she heard a voice in her mind.
“Why does your companion change form?” Michael asked telepathically.
Emok nodded imperceptibly. The left side of Lunok’s lips curved upwards in a smile. Obok grinned. Hikok smiled and nodded. Izok inclined his head and narrowed his eyes, and Mashok gasped. Michael was the first of the angels to communicate, and he did so through telepathy. It was remarkable.
“That is an excellent question, Michael,” Mashok replied telepathically, but every angel could hear her clearly. “On our dimension, the concept of male and female is an illusion. We can take on any of those forms whenever we please. Our respective esoteric signatures are all the matter. So, my companion,” Mashok gestured towards Obok, “chooses to take on any of those forms whenever he/she pleases. There are others on our dimension like him who chose not to identify with a specific gender. So there really is no reason why Obok changes form; other than just because. Does that answer your question, Michael?” Mashok asked.
“Yes, it does, Meshok,” Michael replied telepathically.
“Mashok,” Mashok corrected Michael politely.
“I am sorry,” Michael apologized verbally. “Mashok.”
“Does anyone else have any more questions?” Mashok asked as she scanned the group of angels with her eyes.
The angels remained silent.
“Very well then,” Emok said. “Let us all get to work.”
Team ELOHIM decided that the angels would serve mainly as protectors of creatures of their choosing in the lower realms. It was imperative that the angels understand their purpose. Lunok took upon this task and was adept. He studied their esoteric signatures as he taught them and noticed spikes in those of Michael, Luciel, Uriel, Zukael and Raphael. He immediately short-listed these five for special leadership training.
“The next phase of your training will be in self-defense,” Obok said. “We do not need this in our home dimension, but our experience has shown that with creatures of lower realms and dimensions, discord and disharmony is a-given, and these always lead to quarrels and fisticuffs of various magnitudes.”
Obok and Hikok took battle stance. The two circled each other at first and then, the pair gave a perfectly choreographed, spectacular dance of death. They started without weapons and slowly escalated their hand-to-hand combat. Next, they summoned weapons and did the same, starting off slowly and escalating their attacks to deathly levels. Mashok and Izok observed and registered the angels’ reactions as Obok and Hikok gave their performance. They uploaded the data into the database. As Obok and Hikok dueled, Lunok analyzed the data. Every angel reacted normally to the duel, except for two.
Michael and Luciel showed significant spikes in their esoteric signatures. The spikes were so significant that Lunok labeled them as anomalies. Immediately, he began running further scans on Michael and Luciel as Obok and Hikok continued with their demonstrations. At first, he could not determine the cause of the anomaly. He ran and re-ran the scans without success. He decided to solicit Emok’s help; but when he turned around to look for Emok, Emok was not in the vicinity. In that moment, Lunok had an epiphany and returned to the database to run some more scans.
The initial scans were all based on the vibrational frequency of Lemuria, as was protocol, to ensure harmony within the dimension. So, Lunok decided to run the scans based on the vibrational frequency of Asah. He was going on a hunch and he honestly hoped it was wrong; but if it panned out, then he would have to initiate countermeasures immediately. The scans pinged instantly and Lunok heaved his shoulders. There were very minute traces of Shemsu frequency emanating from both Michael and Luciel essences, indicating that both Michael and Luciel’s essences had been infused with a part of a Shemsu’s essence, somehow. Lunok uttered a few expletives solely to his hearing.
The next thing Lunok had to do was identify the esoteric signature of the Shemsu essence or essences radiating from Michael and Luciel. He hoped it was just one Shemsu. This infusion of a Shemsu essence with that of another creature was no accident. It is not in their esoteric makeup to make such mistakes. Mistakes were such a rarity for the Shemsus that there were no records of mistakes in their recorded history. So many rules had been broken in this situation with Michael and Luciel and Lunok would have a lot of cleaning up to do.
Whoever was responsible for this… act… had been beyond surgical. It had happened right before the team’s eyes and no one had noticed; mostly because no one even conceived of such a sacrilege, except, of course, the perpetrator of the sacrilege. On the bright side, this fusion of essences was only apparent in Michael and Luciel. And that raised more questions? Why Michael and Luciel and not every angel? What was the purpose of this act? And was there a much grander scheme at play? So many questions, so many things to address and Lunok decided to worry about them later. For now, he just had to isolate the Shemsu responsible for this… act. Lunok heaved his shoulders.
Lunok began comparing the traces of Shemsu frequency in both Michael and Luciel against that of everyone on Team ELOHIM. To be fair, he started with himself and was not surprised the esoteric signature emanating from those two angels was not his. Next in line was Mashok. She was the newbie and next most likely suspect. Mashok passed the scan and Lunok moved on to Obok. Obok had a penchant for mischief, but his/her mischievous deeds were always in good spirits. His/hers did not match either. Izok’s and Hikok’s did not match as well. He was saving Emok for last, and he had his reasons.
Given Emok’s recent strange behavior, from his rudeness in speech to his absentmindedness, Lunok picked Emok as
the most likely perpetrator of this… error, for lack of a better word. Was that what he was calling it now; an error? Was he subconsciously making excuses for the perpetrator of this very carefully planned and executed ‘error’? Lunok heaved his shoulders and watched.
He watched as Emok’s esoteric signature synced perfectly with that infused with Michael’s and Luciel’s essences. He stared at the results, not knowing how to react to the fact that his initial suspicion and the prime suspect was spot on. On the one hand, it was a definite confirmation that something was gravely amiss with Emok, which had led him to blatantly go against protocol to such extents. For that Emok would have to face The Council. Yet, his actions could spell a more significant and faster evolutionary leap for the angels. In which case, Emok could be promoted. And with this evolutionary leap, the angels would be faced with two major options, based on their levels of polarization.
Angels were created to serve as protectors. If their polarization was more inclined towards the light side, then they would become better protectors overall, all things being equal. If, however, the angels became more aligned with the dark side, then there was a much higher possibility of them switching from protectors to conquerors. Regardless, the underlying and most important matter at hand was that something was gravely wrong with the leader of Team ELOHIM. And it was Lunok’s task, as the second-in-command, to look into this situation and address it swiftly and appropriately.
Lunok alerted the rest of the team, minus Emok, and apprised them of the situation. Then, he tracked Emok’s esoteric signature and teleported to Emok’s location. He found Emok lying down on the ground, on his right side, with his right arm stretched out in front of him. Lunok heaved his shoulders and walked towards Emok.
“I need Mother’s help,” Emok said weakly, without turning around to look at Lunok. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”
“Why do you need Mother’s help, Emok?” Lunok asked calmly.
“You wouldn’t understand,” Emok replied weakly.
“You should answer my question, Emok,” Lunok said, firmly.
“Because I can sense a darkness taking over my essence,” Emok replied.
Lunok did not fully understand what Emok was saying; but his gut told him that this situation was a lot worse than he previously realized and that this was just the beginning.
CHAPTER FOUR
EMOK EXPLAINS
“WHAT DO YOU mean you can ‘sense the darkness’?” Lunok asked calmly, though he was not at all calm. “You know we are not polarized, don’t you?”
“The Shemsus are not polarized,” Emok rebutted as he sat upright on the ground. “But no one ever said Shemsu polarization is an impossibility.”
“Something is most certainly off about you, Emok,” Lunok replied as he paced slowly back and forth.
“Very observant,” Emok said sarcastically. “I’m trying to understand what’s happening to me. I thought Mother could help. I know her stance and all that, but I thought she would make an exception for me, given my repertoire.”
“Repertoire…” Lunok reiterated and stood in front of Emok. “What makes you think that Mother cares about your repertoire?”
“No reason, other than that I’m very special,” Emok replied, his tone of voice heavy with condescension, a sentiment that was also new to him.
“Mother does not care,” Lunok said.
“I know,” Emok replied. “But I’ll keep trying. She might change her mind.”
“As you wish, but it is pointless,” Lunok spoke bluntly.
Lunok stepped closer towards Emok.
“You know why I am here,” Lunok said firmly.
Emok leaned backward and gazed at Lunok for the first time since Lunok arrived with blank, distant dispassion. He stood up slowly, more for theatrics than anything else.
Lunok observed his friend of many cycles. Emok’s esoteric signature was the only evidence that the Shemsu he, Lunok, was gazing down at was really his friend. Lunok still could not understand Emok’s situation, but Emok would be under his supervision until they completed their assignment in Celestia. From there, he would personally hand Emok over to The Council. They would know best what to do with Emok.
“We made them in our image,” Emok spoke softly.
“I know we made them in our image,” Lunok said. “But-”
“We made them in our image,” Emok said again.
“Yes, Emok, I know that already,” Lunok said.
Suddenly, Emok whipped around and faced Lunok; but Lunok was unfazed by Emok’s sudden behavior.
“We made them in our image,” Emok repeated. “In our image and likeness, we made them. What did you think I meant when I said that?”
Lunok observed his friend. He tried to run an esoteric scan, but Emok was constantly preventing his scans. He tried to understand what Emok was trying to say. A moment later, it hit him and he took a step back in shock. Emok had just confessed his deed by insinuation.
“How could you, Emok?” Lunok glared at Emok. “How could you?! You deliberately broke protocol.”
“What you call ‘breaking protocol’ is what I call ‘being creative’, my friend,” Emok rebutted. “And besides, I only gave them a partial strain of my essence. I want to see how they handle small portions of our essence before I move to the next phase of the experiment.”
“Creative?” Lunok asked incredulously. “Next phase? Experiment?”
For the first time in his existence, he was speechless. Here he was, thinking, despite the evidence, that Emok could have done what he did in error. But after hearing Emok’s words for himself, he was unsure what to do with Emok. Part of him wanted to just teleport Emok immediately to The Council. As quickly as the thought crossed his mind, he shut it down. They still had a task to complete and only then would he hand Emok to The Council. Lunok heaved his shoulders.
“Full strain, partial strain, you broke protocol and THAT is the issue. We are NOT, under ANY circumstance, supposed to infuse our essences with that any of the new creatures we create. Did you forget that?”
“NO!” Emok shot back, and his eyes flared with a violet brightness.
Lunok readied himself for anything. If it came to it, Emok would have to be contained immediately. But Emok seemed to have a moment of clarity and his eyes returned to normal. He bowed his head and dropped on his knees.
“I’m sorry, my friend,” Emok said. “I should do a better job to keep these strange feelings in check. Please, forgive me.”
Lunok nodded but remained alert and cautious.
“I’ll willingly go with you to face The Council upon our return home,” Emok offered. “But first, I must ask that you give me the chance to explain myself and then you can decide for yourself whether or not my actions are justified.”
Lunok stared at Emok for a moment before nodding his approval. He did not let his guard down, though.
“Thank you,” Emok said sat on the ground.
Lunok sat down as well, facing him.
“I don’t deny we have protocols,” Emok began speaking calmly. “But what if these protocols are holding us back instead? We’ve executed every single one of our tasks in every realm and dimension we’ve been to with perfection. But how many times have we ever returned to follow up on their progress? How many?! I know what protocol dictates. I know protocol says we leave them to fend for themselves. Free will! Two words that I can never get enough of.”
Emok squared his shoulders.
“Tell me, Lunok,” he continued. “How many of our tasks survive beyond a major evolutionary leap by themselves?”
“Less than one in every thirteen,” Lunok replied calmly and emotionlessly.
“And how does that make you feel?” Emok pressed on.
“Like free will is free will,” Lunok replied. “It’s not for us to make choices for them. It’s not our place to decide for them, whether we are their makers or not. Mother is everywhere in Creation, and she never ignores a collective cry. We can choose to
influence or not. But imagine if we did not have protocols to adhere to? What do you think the choices of Shemsus would have been? Free will is free will. But laws help to maintain a certain level or order, because order is easier to manage than unchecked chaos.”
“Be that as it may,” Emok interjected, “I’m trying something new, speeding up the evolutionary process of a species; ergo, the angels. My essence will see to that. Michael and Luciel, the first and second spawn respectively, will be superior to their peers. They’re already standing out from the other angels. Don’t you see, Lunok, my plan is working already. Imagine if we could do this to other species in other realms and dimensions! Imagine, brother!”
There was spunk in Emok’s eyes as he spoke. Lunok could see Emok’s logic and intention. So far, Emok had no ulterior motives. So far…
“Do you know or even considered the fact that you gave them a polarized version of the Shemsu essence?” Lunok asked.
Emok wanted to say something but the words died in his throat. The answer, though, was yes; he did take this into consideration.
“If you’re having so much trouble handling your polarization, imagine what those two will go through when theirs kicks in.” Lunok said. “You might as well have doomed those poor creatures!”
“Or made them superior!” Emok shot back. “One of them will become their supreme leader. One of them will be the first rank of his or her kind. He or she will guide the rest of the angels through their next, big evolutionary jump!”
“Or bring about the eradication of these creatures!” Lunok replied in kind. “The end does not justify the means, no matter how you rationalize this, Emok! Your actions have created various future possibilities for these creatures that we’ve never seen before. And, given your current state of mind and being, we don’t know what will happen to them.”
Emok opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Maybe his good friend was right. Perhaps he had not properly thought this through. But is that not the whole purpose of taking chances? Is that not what risk is all about? He might have given these creatures a far better chance at surviving a tremendous evolutionary leap and even the next Great Reset.
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