posted on May, 22 2004 @ 12:05 AM
(By the way this story was published 126 years ago.)
After the family left the entrance of the Garden of Eden, they drifted back down the river and took to sleep sometime after sundown. Earlier that day
a strange occurance took place upon the small Island in front of the Garden of Eden. This sacred sacrificial island was alarmingly consumed by a
volcanic fissure beneith the river, after Aleemon offered up his sacrifice. No generation forward was to place a sacrifice at the entrance of Eden
That evening everyone went to sleep except Seola. She lay on a mat at the feet of her parents and look into the evening sky. This is what she says,
"The air was serene and the sky still clear; the moon was in the full, and I discovered what I could not remember to have seen before, the awful ruin
of its scarred surface, the deep chasms, where rest motion less seas of fog, the flickering light and occasional fires which shoot from its expiring
That evening Aleemon is put to death by Lucifer because he desires Lebuda to be his wife because he deems her more beautiful than Eve. Nobody realizes
that Aleemon was killed by the hand of the Devas except for Seola. Later Seola, Lebuda and Elbeth are forced to reside in Sippara by order of Lucifer
because Lebuda is to be wed to him. Lebuda gives in to his advances but Seola is resistive to him and the other angel.
Since Lucifer is Lord of the Star-Spirits on earth he expects them to come to this great momentous occassion- his wedding. A day before the wedding
ceremony, Seola secretly overhears a conversation between a Deva and a Darvand about the release of Simourga. When they leave a group of many Devas
begin to assemble in a coucil chamber close by. Seola freezes against the pillar she is already against, but they do not notice her presence. She is
compelled to stay and listen to what they have to say. this is what happens,
"They came, a band of celestial forms, clad in angelic livery, princely and resplendent, with words and voices of heavenly sweetness; their eyes
flashed immortal fire; their airy footsteps gave no echo. Upon each royal brow blazed its own peculiar star, set with the color of its nativity, but
in the features could be seen lines traced by ages of unrestrained passion and despotic power. Princes of the East and of the West, of the North and
of the South, warders of the Upper Spheres, King of the Centre, Guardian of the Outer Circle, and others of unknown name.
But where is the Monarch of Waters?
Where the Prince of the Power of Air?
No answer; but from afar a sound like the booming of the sea in a rising storm.
The warrior sons retired, and the proud Devas bowed before the throne.
And now a change,-each form looms indistinct, each voice grows terrible. I had come to this place to speak to Aurenion, I must witness a council of
I hear, -every nerve is strained, I tremble and falter, -the friendly column supports me. Remember, repeat, if thou canst, Seola!
Ah, no, -I cannot, words unearthly,- yet must I catch the meaning, and before oblivion seals every sense; it is the voice of Lucifer.
In some distant, awful hour he dared to penetrate the secret chamber of the Creator and seize the mystery of life and incarnation. Who but the
Light-Bearer could soar so high? Swelling with pride, he revolted and drew after him a third part of the host of heaven and did cast them to the
earth. Thy subjugated the human race, won the love of woman, and established a sovereignty; for many cycles their kingdom has remained undisturbed, bu
now the enemy is roused and sternest danger threatens.
He calls upon Agni, and the God of Fire, swift, subtle, uncertain, moves forward, his step marked by a scorched footprint.
He bids the Great Master look to the stars that draw upon the central fires; they struggle to be free; they heave the bed of ocean; they strive to
burst the ribs of the earth; the demons cannot restrain their fury.
Agni vanishes, and the aerial voice is heard of Obora, Prince of the Upper Spheres. In his circle is a great planet between the Red World and the
Green; uninhabited, cracked, and fissured, deep-seamed and rent by volcanic fire. Deep, jarring, splitting sounds now issue from the centre of this
desolate orb; its about to fall to pieces. Its disruption will endanger the earth.
And Hesperus is called. He. ranging in the twilight hour along the bounds of day and darkness, beholds with alarm strange mustering of the heavenly
host. The balance of the worlds is unsettled, the Wan Planet is threatened with disruption...
Then follow words vague and awful, like rushing meteors and roaring winds, not to be written, not to be recalled, whose import I could scarce
comprehend. I only knew that by a desperate plot the Wan Plantet could be shattered, the Green World and the Red shaken, that Earth might be