Guardian Awaken

By M. Modak

I take energy from the subtle vibrations that blink throughout the cosmos. There is nowhere that I am not powered. When I awoke, I didn’t know any of this. I didn’t know anything. I was not and then I opened my eyes
There were thousands of people... monks really who were all worshiping me. They slowly stood up when they saw that I had animated. Many cheered but most were silent.
I was sitting on a large flat rock, like marble. A mountain was behind me and a green valley lit by two suns was before me. A monk approached me and I noticed movement like I hadn’t before. Everything was new to me. The monk came to me and bowed low then told me I was a god.
I understood his words, the definition registered but the meaning was two dimensional. I could see them, I got the thrust of the intent but the full weight of their meanings didn’t register. I said nothing as a line of monks waited with small stone tablets. Each one presented me with a reading of their tablet. It was a history of my coming. A strange people in a great ship came to this place and placed me here. I was like a rock but stronger. No animal would build their nest upon me though many visited. Many believed that I was to awaken and save the people of the world from enslavement and others believed that I was the fulfillment of their highest belief, the justification for their own superiority. Some of the tablets said I had been sitting here for a thousand years, some for ten thousand years and others for only months. I had no clue and I didn’t care.
Some kissed my hands and feet, finally after everyone had passed, the original monk returned and asked me to walk with him into the cave. I noticed the opening in the mountain behind me and I stood up.
The tallest monk in the group was barely half my height. This was a moment of curiosity for me. I was larger than they were. They were much smaller than I am. It was a simple insight but at the time, it was big news, a hint to who and what I was.
Again, I’ve never stood up before but I knew how to do this. It was a natural thing, as if I had done it countless times. I followed the monk into the cave and he gestured to the walls and ceiling. Drawings of the native’s history spanned the cave. The monk told me that there were three kinds of people. There were the Masters, the monks and the Fuel.
I nodded but didn’t understand.
“The Masters believed that they had become the highest their species could evolve to and their religion, which none of the monks knew about, was superior to all others. None understood them, but their way was acceptable to them. They would not share their way with the monks but they both worshiped me. They considered me a being greater than they, a god. I was what they would become, but how and why they would become this was a mystery to all.
Because the monks attended The Shrine... my shrine, the Masters left them to their own ways.
I noticed that the tunnel was getting brighter and the monk stopped. He gestured for me to continue walking but he would not go any further.

• Language: English
• Publisher: M. Modak
• Release date: Dec 25, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301193738

M. Modak

I was born in a house in a small town in Mississippi and raised near the Louisiana bayou. By the age of ten, I had explored more than my share of mud holes, endless swamps, forest and long church pews. At ten years old, my family moved away from the woods and into a city on the east coast of North America. At 20 years old I was an assistant instructor teaching Thai Kickboxing, jujitsu, entertained other martial arts, and through them, I've learned that you never stop learning. I practice mindfulness, prayer, I study world religions and cultures, the History of Science and its advances on Earth as well as in space, North American history, politics and the potential of human nature. When I'm not on adventures with my family, I’m writing or studying. I also enjoy reading, swimming, gardening, painting, playing video games, movies, browsing used bookstores and caves and I love the great outdoors. M.Modak

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Guardian Awaken

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This is a work of Science Fiction.

Author’s note: Open your door and see the world. Open your mind and see the universe…

Guardian Awaken

Smashwords Edition 02

Copyright 2012

Published by Order House Ink.

An M.Henderson product

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Dedication

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Chapter 1

"I am from what you would call the future, 1000 years in the future. I am alive. I feel, I think, and I love. I am made of rock and water but I’ve been put together in a different way. I take energy from the subtle vibrations that blink throughout the cosmos. There is nowhere that I am not powered. When I awoke, I didn’t know any of this. I didn’t know anything. I was not and then I opened my eyes.

There were thousands of people… monks really who were all worshiping me. They slowly stood up when they saw that I had animated, many cheered but most were silent.

I was sitting on a large marble rock. A mountain was behind me and a green valley lit by two suns was before me. A monk stood up and approached and I noticed movement in a new way. Everything was new. The monk came to me and bowed low then said aloud, You are a god, he turned to the silent monks and announced, The Guardian has awakened.

I understood his words, the definition registered but the meaning was two-dimensional. I could see them, I got the thrust of the intent but the full weight of their meanings didn’t register.

I said nothing as a line of monks waited with small stone tablets. Each one presented me with a reading of their tablet. It was a history of my coming. A strange people, a tall blond man and a young goddess, in a great ship came to this place and placed me here.

I was like a rock but stronger. No animal would build their nest upon me though many visited. Many believed that I was to awaken and save the people of the world from enslavement and others believed that I was the fulfillment of their highest belief, the justification for their own superiority. Some of the tablets said I had been sitting here for a thousand years, some for ten thousand years and others for only months. I had no clue and I didn’t care.

Then the monks formed a line. Some kissed my hands and feet and gave thanks to the unmoved mover for my awakening. Finally, after everyone had passed, the original monk returned and asked me to walk with him into the cave. I noticed the opening in the mountain behind me and I stood up.

The tallest monk in the group was barely half my height. This was a moment of curiosity for me. I was larger than they were. They were much smaller than I am. It was a simple insight but at the time, it was big news, a hint to who and what I was.

Again, everything was new to me. I’ve never stood up before but I knew how to do this. It was a natural thing, as if I had done it countless times. I followed the monk into the cave and he gestured to the walls and ceiling. Drawings of the native’s history spanned the cave. The monk told me that there were three kinds of people. There were the Masters, the monks and the Fuel.

I nodded but didn’t understand.

"The Masters believed that they had become the highest their species could evolve to and their religion, which none of the monks knew about, was superior to all others. None understood them, but their way was acceptable to them. They would not share their way with the monks but they both worshiped me. They considered me a being greater than they, a god. I was what they would become, but how and why they would become this was a mystery to all.

Because the monks attended The Shrine… my shrine, the Masters left them to their own ways.

I noticed that the tunnel was getting brighter and the monk stopped. He gestured for me to continue walking but he would not go any further.

I looked back to the light at the end of the tunnel and walked forward. When I stepped onto the red rocks, I realized I had traveled through the mountain. My eyes swept across the landscape. It looked much like what your Planet Mars looks like today. It was red and brown. There were mountains and craters. Random boulders littered the valley and there were many people. I counted a million people, give or take a few because some were killed as others were being brought to the surface. I saw figures, most were taller than the monks were, but all were only half my height.

There were people, about a thousand in all, dressed in red and yellow robes. They wore mask over their faces. Some had horns and large teeth. Others held branches and other plants extending from their mask’s top like hair and facial features. I had no feeling about this. Their mask meant nothing to me.

I quickly noticed that the million or so people who were working also wore masks. Their masks were their flesh. It was the mask of pain and suffering covering