Lilith:
she-devil! To understand the story you are about to read,
which in essence, is the small part of this sketch or prelude, you must
understand the background; thus, be patient with this writer, and we’ll get to
the gory stuff momentarily.
(January 8, 57 A.D.) With the breath of perdition—Lilith, gaunt winged
and with a cragged back, and austere frothing from her lips, beheld her doom,
her veils of foaming fury, ere, to be scant, from this day on, she was lashed
with ropes, senseless she lay where the archangel put her, as she dimly was
heard shrilling as of an unknown bird, as the folk of London looked on, as did the Roman soldiers, intently,
as well as the children that stood by, witnessed in merriment in the aspect of
the she-devil whose garments were draggled and stiff and stained with dry mud,
and blood, from the fight, became restrained.
On the planet of Pluto (where Lilith was
vanished to; exiled is a better description) among the glaciers of nitrogen ice, moving
painstakingly slowly at -236 C (or 37 degrees kelvin)—that what makes
such ice at such degrees even move being—was the radioactive elements
incorporated into Pluto at its formation, thus producing heat, which produces
the rise and fall of ice within the cells, in this case convection cells, cells
of nitrogen ice (within Pluto’s conviction system): this was the background for Lilith’s habitat.
Water-ice floats on nitrogen ice. In one of the pits where resided
stagnant ice, Lilith the she-devil was cast to after giving birth on earth to a
son. The small planet being some five billion miles from earth, a distance the
archangel felt safe to place her. Cast here for her diabolic rampage for a
century on earth, as previously mentioned, seemingly his name being—if I recall
correct—Surr’el.
Now we
must go to the year 1819, Lucifer Birdman, a most befitting name for this
character was born; thereafter we must shift to his adulthood, to the year
1848, to his 29th birth-year.
We
must look at the roots of this story deeper to understand its evolution, its
biochemical and genetic change and progress and leap in evolution.
Mr.
Birdman, was a product of Lilith, if you would track the mutation (natural selection)
backwards, realizing Lilith the she-devil had wings, and once a human in
the Garden of Eden, and then cast to Tartarus for her scions of madness
baleful character, and then Lucifer
himself allowing her once again to join humanity providing she stay within
limits as far as her bewitchment powers
went; on the other hand, if you would be able to track her DNA, and Mr.
Birdman’s DNA, you’d find one element the same, out of 87, and that would have
bingo yell for his diabolical ways.
He,
Mr. Birdman, had inherited a ‘jumping’ piece of DNA, called a Transposon which had inserted
itself into a gene of his, this happens when a window is open; his chromosomes
scrambled around as pieces switched between chromosomes in a process called ‘Recombination’ this moves
evolution into high gear; thus, he had a sort of supernatural influence, or
gift, and alas, he used it for the worse, he was turpitude, and now as we get
into the belly, or guts of this story, you’ll get the whole picture:
. . .
The birds were slain in the
wild, in a most indigent way, afterwards, stuffed by Fernando Castro,
taxidermist, in London Town, in the back storage room of where his workshop
resided. A very prominent and proud taxidermist, in 1848, known throughout
Europe. Among his collection he had
gigantic and uncommon birds. He used gold and yellow ivory and black jasper to
fill the eye sockets of the birds. Indeed he was a master craftsman in the
taxidermist field.
Mr.
Birdman, as his name was quite befitting, learning of this master craftsman and
his shop, and his collection, went to visit his works, with the pretense of
integrating with his shop for he also was a sort of taxidermist, where he
stuffed and reshuffled with straw, and various other substances—knowing the chemical compounds for preservation
purposes—his game.
During
their discussion, what he didn’t tell Mr. Castro, was that he was a lawless
necromancer, born from the birth of an ancient, she-devil, by indirect means.
In his haste to be done with his plight, he explained to Fernando, that no man
should be allowed to kill at will for no reason, to make sufferable his prey
that no man should do what he was doing to birds, in the kill and in the
stuffing of his dead prey thereafter. Fernando laughed wholeheartedly: “Birds
are just birds, nothing more,” he voiced calmly. Then Mr. Birdman said in a
most exacting way, “For the sake of justice, there must be some retribution
here,” with the click of two fingers on each hand, thus appeared a pickaxe, of
pale bronze, then with a thrust of the axe, pierced deep into Fernando’s throat,
to where Fernando choked on his own blood and fell onto the floor noisily,
flopping like a dying hawk.
In
fear he would awaken street curiosity, Mr. Birdman dragged his body into the
backroom, where was Mr. Castro’s workshop. By then his arms had stopped
flopping like broken wings, and he lay there in a heap of ruffled flesh. At the brightest stretch of moonlight, with
his pickaxe tightly behind his belt, he moved the body into a wooden trunk (one that had been
left about, placing it into his carriage) went onto his premises, and upon arrival went into
his workshop, whereupon he stuffed him head to toe with straw and an assortment
of chemicals to keep his flesh, fleshly looking, then sewed him up tightly—like
a ragdoll, in core, like a good and determined taxidermist, putting in his eye
sockets, natural green jade from Guatemala, and then, thereafter, dragged his
corpse down a flight of stairs, added him to his cellar collection, of which
there were many like him.
#5255/6-01 & 02-2016
