The Musician of the Heliopause

By Hypatia Atheiria

Interspersed with a number of philosophical and theological essays, a schoolgirl who has troubling dreams and who has the ability to travel between quantum realities finds herself in an alternate England where the fabric of society is under attack from creationists who seek to destroy civilisation and replace it with the insanity or patriarchal religion..
From home she travels across England to her school on the welsh border, having various encounters and memories of her time in the Middle East on the way. Once at the school she meets several other girls and settles into the school environment.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Feb 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9781496997050

Hypatia Atheiria

Is a professional field archaeologist of many years practical experience both in the UK and other parts of the world. A Manchester graduate has a master’s degree in biomedical and forensic Egyptology, as well as some time as a teacher of secondary science, She has made a personal study of the invention and evolution of religion and magic. Her hobbies include science astronomy and motorcycle touring.

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IDUNN’S

ORCHARD

THE MUSICIAN OF THE HELIOPAUSE

HYPATIA ATHEIRIA

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CONTENTS

Preface

Chapter 0: Manipulation The daybreak

Chapter 1: Domestication. The winnowing winds.

Chapter two Eve a lution The deluge

Chapter 3: Narration The Helles Engeln

Chapter 4: Quotation The book of the dead

Chapter 5: Introduction    She that agrees

Chapter 6: Recitation The principle of Un-informedtarianism

Chapter 7: Elucidation God hates gaps

Chapter 8: Fluxation the river out of Eden

Chapter 9: Classification- The opaque proof

Chapter 10: Relocation The journey

Chapter 11: Confrontation - She Frowned

Chapter 12: Information, The shadows of the past

Chapter 13: Separation The table spread with food

Chapter 14: Medication The Hornet

PREFACE

Firstly A meme allergy warning:

Idunn’s Orchard is written without regard to the concept of ‘blasphemy’.

For this reason the novel is very likley to contain some items of text offensive to those who imagine that an ‘all powerful’ diety needs humans to be offended on its behalf, because they imagine it is too feeble to react on its own.

While I have no problem with ‘blasphemy’ myself, I see no reason to force it on those who do not wish to be subjected to it.

Thus if you are offended by ‘blasphemy’ then this book is not one you would want to read.

Secondly Idunn’s Orchard contains some horrific, violent and graphic imagery, as well as discussion of some deep philosophical arguments, thus while the main character is a schoolgirl it is not really suitable for children.

Partially non fiction and speculative non-fiction, this book is the product of ten years of background research. Behind which are several decades of interest in archaeology, science and the history of religion & magic.

One of the basic premises of the non-fiction part is the possibility of a relatively advanced civilisation in remote prehistory. For the quantum reality in which the book is set, such a civilisation existed and destroyed itself.

Acknowledgements, in no order of significance

Thanks to Saraya who has been my muse of ideas, inspiration and encouragement.

Thanks to Catherine without whom this book would have been impossible, but also with whom this book would have been impossible. She will understand, which is sufficient.

Thanks to the Phoenix writers group whose commentary and advice has been invaluable.

And also to Susana and the many others who have contributed suggestions and criticism

‘God, how could that have happened?’ vehemently declared Oxbridge Atheology Professor Dick Godi Swank one bright morning on going to the library in his red leather upholstered executive office suite, only to find that somehow every last one of his useful books had disappeared from the shelves of the locked and alarmed room overnight, leaving just some porn magazines, the vetted bible and the chapter shuffled qu’ran.

The porn being that which some student of evolutionary biology had once hastily dropped behind the shelves. The other books were worthless, the professor having glued the pages shut and hollowed them out, turning them into fake books; one volume concealing a cut crystal decanter of top quality single malt halal whiskey, while the other tome contained nothing.

The vetted bible, for those unfamiliar with the term is a collection of stories originating in the remote past which contains a strong supernatural fantasy element, selectively vetted for suitability of content by various synods. Suitable for whom and on what basis is unknown and unknowable.

The bloodthirsty fantasy novel itself is an amalgam of an Ancient Egyptian core text originally sacred to the priesthood of the solar deity Aten, around 1500bc, but already ancient even then; overlaid with fragmentary elements of Ancient Sumerian myth and historical records of the Levantine region; together with a few other pieces of historical and allegorical literature.

Analysis of the text showing that it is strongly derived from a number of disparate source documents,

inter alia the Sumerian king list, the Enuma Elish, the Epics of Atrahasis and Gilgamesh, collective legends of Sargon and Hammurabi, and the Zend Avesta from the Mesopotamian region mixed with the astrology of Helel ben Shahar and material from the Egyptian book of the dead, collected legends of Pharoah Seneferu, Amenhotep’s religion of Amen-Ra and priestly material from Akhenaten, compiled edited and thoroughly blended together by Ezra at 9 am on Oct 22 454 BCE, from notes jotted on the back of a shopping list for Santa. The origin of other pieces such as the single authored elohistic fragment is unknown but possibly comes from remote antiquity via an ancient oral tradition.

The most published book in history and not a single royalty or even deity.

The chapter shuffled qu’ran for those unfamiliar with the item is the second of the three pointless supplements to the above fantasy novel, in which the original text has been rendered useless as a sacred text by virtue of having had all the chapters rearranged in a random order by word length. With the result that only the first four words have any veracity. It is allegedly the words of ‘Gaybriel’ and/or ‘Satan’, allegedly dictated to scribes by a single recipient of their words. However neither of those items is historically provable.

‘Gaybriel’ and ‘Satan’ are two imaginary entities who are alleged to have the same origin and metaphysical nature, and therefore differing only in psychology and otherwise impossible to mutually distinguish. According to the myth as given either could claim to be the other and no human would be able to tell the difference in its dictation other than by reference to the objective morality of the words and concepts related into the mind of the recipient.

Moreover, according to the myth as given ‘Satan’ would delight in claiming to be ‘Gaybriel’ when whispering in the minds of receptive individuals in order to attack humanity, and the holier and more perfect the recipient the better as far as ‘Satan’ would be concerned.

The potential implications of this for books allegedly dictated to [self proclaimed] ‘prophets’ by Gaybriel, should be food for thought for the followers of religions founded by such men.

How the professor’s shelves came to be emptied of useful books was a mystery that was never solved.

However there were two main theories, one was that random chance had produced a bubble of quantum shift energy that had sucked the books through a dimensional vortex and distributed them across the quantiverse.

The competing theory was that the loss of the books was by intelligent design, someone, human or perhaps alien had somehow managed to steal the library contents.

Professor Godi Swank correctly figured that the work had all the hallmarks of intelligent design, due to the presence of the bible and quran, as only a sentient choice would have discarded the worthless dross of no interest or value.

And as for his books on developmental paleobiology, Godi Swank was undaunted, he just sat down and wrote them all down again from memory.

In actuality the vanished books themselves had been selected by the takers to re-appear in various other dimensions throughout space and the vast number of other universes in various places with a variety of consequences for those who found them. As those who had performed that theft had fully intended.

Across the qauntiverse there are calculated to be 10 to the power 10 to the power 10 to the power 7 universes, [+/- 4004, although that is vanishingly insignificant],

Each quanta-space-time or quantast is unique to itself, some only slightly different from ours in minor details, in others there are vast differences.

For example there are a huge number of qauntast in which the chapter shuffled qu’ran and or selected bible were never written, or retain the original text or are vastly different of textual details or interpretation to the versions of those fantasy novels we are familiar with.

In other qauntast the sequence, outcome or nature of historical events is different. In others again the details of biological evolution and physiology differ to a greater or lesser extent.

Some quantast contain no human life on earth, in some there is no life on earth at all, either because it never developed or because Abrahamic religion has become totally world dominant and led to its inevitable conclusion of extinguishing all life on the entire planet. In other quantast only minor differences exist.

The extent of difference being a measure of quantum distance.

The current tale concerns a quantast that is only a short quantum distance from ours, where a schoolgirl lived who possessed a special and incredibly rare ability to manipulate the invisibly small elohim shining things, and make change occur in conformity to her will. Thus able to choose her path through and between qauntast, being female she naturally preferred to avoid realities where the bible and/or quran had any significance, although unfortunately she could not do so every time.

And so it was

Idunn’s Orchard

A schoolgirl story

A twisted ordinary schoolgirl fantasy about everything.

"Once the impossible is eliminated whatever remains;

however improbable, must be the truth".

A. C. Doyle, ‘‘The case of the cottagingham fairies’

(From the’ Strand Magazine’ Oct 23 1904)

Thus spake the Vola

Attention I ask from all the sacred people

… that I should declare the ancient histories of men and gods,

those which I remember from the first (time)

Young were the years

when the giant Ymir made his settlement

There was no sand nor sea nor cool waves

Earth was nowhere, nor the sky above

…the shining ones who shaped the world between;

the sun shone from the south on the hall of stones.

And so it was

GENE of ISIS

Being The First book of the Muses

Bereshis Bara Elohim et Shumayim et

In the beginning the shining ones created the heavens created

Prologue Manipulation     43835.png    The Elohim =mass or²

Per Seshat Ba Ra Wadjytu ir.t Shu Maa ym ir.t

During tep zepi the body of the sun, shining serpent-eye-of-Ra things parthogenesised the clouds

Long ago, things that shine with their own light produced clouds from themselves.

Tuenu Pert Em Heru ‘Who is this?’ ‘It is Aesiris.’ ‘Others, however, say that his name is Ra, and that the God who dwelleth in Amen-tet is the phallus of Ra’

The pillar or column of the sun. The Eye of Horus cometh, it is sound and well, the Wadjyt, the shining one, sendeth forth light even as does Ra the Sun.

Ra or Ru’a being the ancient Egyptian and Easter islander name for the Sun, a gravitationally collected mass of hydrogen gas and dust having sufficient core pressures to trigger nuclear fusion. The personified sun, an average mass G2 star is often envisaged in myth as a one eyed anthropomorphic deity.

The sun is frequently depicted as a friendly smiling face by modern school children, revealing how deep set the human compulsion to anthropomorphise the world around us.

The wadjyt is something that shines as bright as the sun, but independent of it.

And so it was

Part 0ne: Black A Rose. The musican of the heliopause.

Chapter 0

Manipulation The daybreak

‘I’m cold’ complained Alcima bitterly, her breath thinly steaming in the icily breezy July air. ‘and hungry’ she added, massaging her limbs back to warmth under what few furs and blankets they had managed to find.

‘Well I’m hungry and cold too’ retorted Roswynn, somewhat curtly, and shivering deeply, as another blast of wintery, summer snow presaging air swept over them; but thankful yet again as countless times before that they both could still speak, having, so far, escaped capture by creationist anti-knowledge patrols and death or rape squads.

The sun was already high but barely penetrated the dense black clouds overhead, which left the world suffused with midday twilight, but they had to keep going.

‘and the shining ones created the earth, and the earth was unformed and void, and darkness covered the face of the tehoma’

‘The things that shine gave rise to the earth, when they made the earth an empty and desolate wasteland, and black clouds cut off sight of the arch of the milky way.’

It was only a few more miles and then they could hopefully find food, their first in several days, in those early months when food was so scarce and hard won.

From the vantage of cover in the overgrown untended hedge Roswynn stood guard, keeping a careful watch for hostiles, which in those gloomy twilight filled frosty days, was potentially anyone they might encounter.

Thus spake the prophetess: "Brother will fight and kill brother.

Close family relatives will violate the bond of kinship

Harsh it is in the world there will be much depravity.

Axe-age, sword-age, shields are cloven asunder, there will be a wind age and a wolf age, before the world plunges headlong, No mann will spare another." (cf Gen 6:5)

Alcima reluctantly finished preparing to move, tying rags to her feet with string; her shoes having long since been left behind on the bitter January night they first escaped from the creationists, months before; an endless lifetime ago.

Roswynn scanned the valley ahead looking for signs of danger and thought back over the harsh months they had endured, reflecting on how it had all begun.

The storm giant’s ka shook

Adad Bellowed  What was this storm?

‘This storm was the raging of Ra at the thunder-cloud which Set sent forth against the Right Eye of Ra.

Djehutha removed the thunder-cloud from the Eye of Ra, and brought back the Eye living, healthy, sound, and with no defect in it to its owner.’

‘Others, however, say that the thunder-cloud is caused by sickness in the Eye of Ra, which weepeth for its companion Eye; at this time Djehotha cleanseth the Right Eye of Ra.

Djehuti / Thoth [THTH ] being the The Ancient Egyptian God of science and knowledge. Probably the personified image of ‘science/measuring things’ as a concept.

Possibly the same deity as Jehova [IHVH] or Djehotha The Hebrew (habiru) version of the ancient Egyptian deity Thoth (Tehuti) (‘The–hu–fi’ or ‘Dje-ho-fa’).

The Ibis headed god of wisdom and knowledge, the ‘judge of all the earth’ in Egyptian mythology.

A great deal is known of Egyptian mythology, we even have remnants of their sacred texts, for example the Elohistic fragment of the bible, along with several other parts. Although the bible we have is actually a carefully selected choice from the vast range of early books that could potentially comprise it. Far more texts have been discarded as unsuitable or lost than incorporated.

It is possible that some elements of Egyptian mythology and religious practice once survived in the narrative of the original qu’ran [sic]. But as that book no longer exists in our quantast it is difficult to determine this.

It is a curious thing about ‘sacred’ religious texts that the more recently in time a given volume was written the less reliable its origin. So that by the time you get to the book of mormon they don’t have an origin at all.

Chapter 1

Domestication. The winnowing winds.

The end of Rosalind’s dream came in wild nightmarish blackness, vivid midnight hued tendrils dissolving her semi lucid morphic envisioning and she shuddered awake abruptly, shouting out in terror.

‘Mother mother the’yre back, they’re back’, she cried to her empty bedroom, bathed with a vague but definite feeling of indefinably fearful unease, before waking fully and realising she had dreamt shouting out as well.

In the predawn twilight she sensed that something bad had happened, something terribly un-right; echoes of memory just beyond recall, flittingly taunting her thoughts and mood.

‘They’re coming, they’re coming’ exclaimed the one eyed old man in her fading dream.

‘The shining ones are coming to flood the world with fire and death laden dust’

‘I have delivered the wadjyt, the shining one, the wadjyt comes. It sends forth light even as does the sun. It covers the powers of Suti with darkness, it masters him, and it brings its flame against him by its own command.

As ever the words that whispered from her dreams made no coherent sense. Always while she slept, and never seen by her.

Except once, and even then elusively, and she could not be sure she had not simply dreamt the silver light that bathed her room.

But she knew ‘they’ had visited her again, she always knew because they showed up in her dreams just out of view, a soft liquiscent light of faintly mauve reflected selenic silver, and instructions taught to her in a feminine voice she could never quite catch or in a language she did not know, but somehow fully understood.

It slightly irritated her that ‘they’ were the one part of her dreams she could not lucidly control or bend to her will, however hard she pushed they always turned faster than she could and remained behind her unseen, a melodic feminine voice only:

Thy name is Light-giver for life, blazing all the day, lady of strength [and of] the writings of the god Djehuthi himself. The god Ptah shall open my mouth, thereupon shall come Djehuthi, who is equipped with words of power in great abundance.

Their words made no sense to Rosalind but as usual they echoed into her waking mind, but exactly what they wanted and why select her, she had no idea but accepted it somewhat ungraciously as inevitable.

But what she did not like was when the echo of their words made the text in books writhe vermilly. While conversely the sight of congregated worms or maggots could often trigger a trance like state in her and it was as if she were back in her dreams and hearing their whispered silver lit instructions again.

Fortunately Rosalind had not the slightest trace of vermiphobia, on the contrary she actually liked earthworms because she well knew of their significant role in maintaining soil fertility.

Moreover she felt that even though they revel in mud and dirt, earthworms could have absolutely no belief in ‘god’ or ‘creationism’ and were therefore of exceptionally higher intellectual reasoning ability than fundamentalist Volcanoists, Zodiacists, IHS Lambists, Lesborealists and pyramid-powerists, as the deluded followers of the main branches of Creationism were known in her current quantast.

Zodiacists being devotees of the cross-dressing Djoshua bin Maa-re, Volcanoists devotees of Maa-sesh the mason, Lesborealists devotees of the lintel angel Lesboriel, pyramid-powerists are devoted to astrological prophecy believed to be extigent in the great pyramid and IHS Lambists followers of IHS Lamb, which was the primary ‘modern’ religion in the central east in Rosalind’s current quanta-space-time.

IHS lamb, like the other schisms, being a satanic, blatantly evil, male supremacist war cult, comprised of an imaginatively constructed socio-cultural paradigm; whose pathologically apophenic members modify their lifestyle according to a long dead shaman ancestor’s view of the world.

Like Zodiacists they were followers of Djoshua bin Maa-re but put him and his judicial torture and punishment first in their devotions.

In contrast to Zodiacists who focussed mostly on his mother.

As with all phallodeifying religions the primary purpose of IHS lamb is to force males to be delusional and to enslave and degrade females for the sake of women’s ‘honour’.

IHS lamb has two major and irreconcilably opposed divisions:

a) Chick’ite’s who devote their lives to Jerkovallah, the Shaman and the Go’rahnt; [An old book of made up fairy tales and nonsense verse].

b) Lunni’s who devote their lives to Jerkovallah, the Shaman and the Go’rahnt.

This major fundamental difference between them concerning which end product of a woman’s eggs was better, means that both consider the Go’rahnt sacred. Unless the book is housed in an un-demolished synosque of the other schism, in which case they consider the Go’rahnt as a provocative incitement to religious hatred, and a justification for firebombing girls schools.

Plus Rosalind reasoned, if the myth of pero sesh as given were true, then earthworms would have every reason to hate and despise ‘god’, for unjustly and arbitrarily punishing them for something humans had allegedly done.

Rosalind also felt that ‘god’ had no just cause to attack worms because homosexuality is totally absent from all lambricoidal species, even if vermisexuality is extremely widespread and commonplace.

Not that it really mattered anymore now that Jerusalem and Mecca and all the other ‘sacred’ religious sites on the surface of the earth had been thoroughly obliterated by the ‘elohimic things that shine’ 800 years before.

Her mother’s soft knock at her bedroom door, suddenly reminded Rosalind what day it was, and she quickly and determinedly rose from under the bedcovers where she had been immersed in contemplation.

The teenager realising suddenly that it was now full daylight and she must have drifted to sleep again.

Rosalind made haste, remembering she had to be ready by 10 o’hour as her parents were driving across country to deliver the fourteen year old Rosalind to her new liahrhus near Leofriction, out towards the welsh border.

‘Are you awake yet, Rosa its Akt already’

‘I’m nearly ready’ Rosalind lied hastily as she rushed to dress, and direct her thoughts towards a more useful goal than randomly dreaming.

As she stepped to the wardrobe, the morning sun shone through the narrow gap in the unopened curtains, illuminating her dark reddish hair, and glinting off the scroll and small pyramidal prism she had left on the side table ready to pack.

In the solitude of the subtly dust laden air Rosalind caught the faintest trace of the elusive electric scent they always left, not unpleasant but certainly alien.

They had definitely visited again. And for a brief moment she imagined she heard them whispering again in her dreams, as she headed for the small cottage bathroom.

Once, she had tried forming a mirror in her dreams in order to catch sight of the visitors behind her, but of course it had failed to work, a dream mirror being imaginary could only reflect the things she could imagine or had seen.

In the same way that people who have ‘near death experiences’ are unable to see the tops of cupboards or anything else they could not have seen from ground level.

As so often when they visited, Rosalind was for some unknown reason reminded of the Sumerian enuma elish text that her mother had transcribed.

"When dawn broke A Cloud black as night rose from ‘heavens foundation’ Within it Adad [god of the storm] bellowed. Shullat and Khanish march at the head. Nergal (Ba’al [lord] of the ‘great dwelling’) tears away the mast.

[Nagalfr breaks loose, a ship journeys from the east]

He comes, Ninurta, he spurs the attack,

[Muspells people are coming over the waves]

The Anunnaki are (as) bearing torches.

Their brilliance lights up the land. Adad’s tumult reaches the skies, all that is light is changed into darkness."

Rosalind turned back to the relatively urgent task in hand.

It was the close of the Summerlitha, Aeon Heru 39, [1943] the last autumn of peace before the great Europasian war.

The golden dawn of the orange sun rainbowing on the bright early Sterrenday morning, witnessed a thin damp westerly breeze whose warmth could have come straight from the fairylands of the long dead ancestors, and which slowly chased the heaped white sunlit clouds across the otherwise blue sky, forming a grey based backdrop for the steadily progressing, vee formations of migrating waterfowl high overhead.

Rosalind liked geese, she was impressed by how they flew in formation so that the leading birdino eased the passage for those following.

While at the same time the slipstream kept them in position, where it was easier to tag behind than to deviate from the route set by the birdino in front.

Something that always reminded her in many ways, of the moronic conformist ethos of Zodiacanity, which was one of the versions of the homophobic and knowledge hating patriarchal religion she knew, Rosalind’s quanta-space-time having very different versions of the virulently fascistic misogynies to the four root forms existing in our quantast.

Although sometimes she thought that earthworms, happily groping blindly in darkness, endlessly recycling the same waste, but without going anywhere, were a better analogy for the insane mindless conformity of the obsessively gynophobic, phallus idolising religions.

Her mother Madeline also noticed the geese passing overhead and counted them quickly. A whole coven of them! An auspiciously good omen!

And one which supposedly meant pregnancy for someone below their flight path, as the birdino’s were said to deliver neonates in slings carried in their relic toothed beaks. And even better the sky was otherwise clear.

Geese [if 13 in number] in Rosalind’s current quantast having the same legendary baby delivering task status as storks in ours.

Although they were not exactly the same as the geese we are familiar with, as, in her quantast, most bird species have not progressed as far along the evolutionary pathways, and many retain dinosaurid physiological traits such as toothed beaks and vestigial wing claws.

Lifeforms which are unknown in fundamentalist Christian and Islamic realities, where such blatantly transitional species have been deliberately driven to extinction lest the truth of evolution be noticed.

Also, in Australia [or Kooralia as Rosalind knows it], Mihirungs [Dromornis stirtoni] are not extinct, but still roam wild, predating on kangaroos or the occasional walker, or in some cases tamed and ridden by some North Western Koori tribes which had developed agricultural after long term contact and trade with ancient Khemigypt and Phoenicia.

The women of those tribes anyway, the men having learnt to tame and ride bareback giant kangaroos, which convey a much more turbulent carriage, compared with the more stable ride offered by Dromornithidae [or the Emu’s on which pre adolecent koori girls learn]. This early contact with Africa and Egypt had resulted in several elements of socio-cultural exchange, and, more significantly the introduction of kangaroos and other alien species to India and the Middle East.

As a consequence of which the veda, bible and quran have important textural differences to the versions we are familiar with.

The deranged vola Moham maid al sedaqa of course viewed kangaroos negatively and denounced them as evil spawn of djinn and shaitan, as a consequence of which kangaroos were soon violently exterminated in the Arabian peninsula.

Madeline wished the geese well in their maternal task and wondering briefly who the lucky mother might be.

On the ground below the soaring anser, the last remnants of the rapidly dispersing heavy overnight rain sharpened the air to leave a wake of glistening freshness; and in odd corners wind discarded arboreal debris lay mournfully scattered.

A palimpsest of aeolian violence, hinting at chaotically wild sylph-like journeying, unseen by human eyes, and crossing perhaps untold and remote global leagues.

In the rural landscape such un-tidiness was easily absorbed by the enduring steadfastness of the moss bedecked woodland of ‘Oakland Chethurst wood’, which covered the top of the hillside above and behind ‘Shag Lane cottage’, near the north Guildbridgeshire Dunes, of Loxwood in Suthrey.

[Guildbridgeshire, centred on the town of that name, is a county unknown in our world, which occupies the west part of surrey and the north part of Hampshire. Other place names are similarly different, but refer to places in the same locations. However that England is geographically different enough that precise locational correlation is impossible]

Here, on the neatly shrub framed, and manicured lawn, autumnally fading flower beds and evenly raked pink gravel drive, such wind conveyed litter was not welcomed, un-tidying as it did the subtle sloping rotundity of the lawn and the vibrant green of the front hedge; simultaneously filling the leeward angles of the scatter of small sandstone outbuildings with swirled chaotic patterns of foliated deciduous debitage.

Above, across the cottage roof, a random scatter of limply brown, rain sodden leaves decorated the darkly wet patterned tiles in sparse diffusion. Some leaves even adhering to the white-framed dormer windows as if reluctant to leave the rooms inside fully kempt. The three small attic windows were however, closed against the light intermittent rain, which spattered faint steeply angled dispersed droplets down the panes, marring their spotless crystal transparency with minute prismatic distortions.

A veritable treasure horde of fateful arrangements, enough to excite even the dullest witted vola who would undoubtedly foretell myriads, if only she were there to decipher the hidden meanings with adept divination.

But none, now, possessed the skill and wisdom minimally required to grasp their significance, essential for such prophetically ovatic sleights of mind.

Certainly not a domain of secrets known to Graham Osprey, as he carefully loaded his daughter Rosalind’s three far travelled suitcases and heavier trunk, into the boot of the three year old moderately powerful, dark green 1939 Dornier Munin. The family estate car was typical of that type in those years, although differing significantly from the standard for the model in that Madeline had finely tuned the engine, [rebored to a much higher cubic capacity] and boosted its performance with a nitrous oxide injector system.

With the result that it could out-perform pretty well any other car on the road, and with Madeline at the wheel, out manoeuvre them too.

Or if that failed, Madeline, knowing full well of the dangers from the ‘salvationist squads’, of creationists, had added other special and hidden defensive features. Creationist death and rape militias being known to menacingly haunt some districts through which they had to pass that day.

It was possible that Graham’s guardian-wife Madeline had the potential for fyrht as she waited in the hall for Rosalind to come downstairs, except that her mother’s neat mind was too busy fussing with a last minute cosmetic check in the ornately framed baroque hall mirror for her to be sidetracked by the deeper hints shadily echoed in the collected associations of natural philosophy.

Nor were such divinatory esoterica as yet known to the fourteen year old Rosalind, as she momentarily watched through the small leaf-spattered sunlit window of her modest sized, tamely decorated attic bedroom while she patiently waited for her morning bath to run.

Begotten of the scribe and mason Thena born of the lady of the house Mut-rest, whose word is truth, and devoting herself to her as her guardian, homage to thee, thou happy one.

Rosalind was a fairly normal average fourteen-year-old girl, highly intelligent with innumerable developing skills, talents and abilities.

However there was one way that made her slightly different from most other girls; Rosalind had been born with the innate ability to manipulate the elohim, [‘things that shine’] the ancient Pleistocene civilisation’s name for nucleotide baryons, protons and neutrons comprising the nucleus of the atom, the whole electron winged host of them.

The nucleus or ‘wadjytu’ [things that shine] as it was called in Ancient Egypt, and the nano forces within the nucleus, the protons and neutrons, being metaphorically modelled as seed bearing trees in the bible model of the atom, existing on the dry earth of the nucleus which the elohim ‘things that shine’ call the earth, above which fly the electrons, called ‘birds’ or ‘little lights in the rakia/ firmament’ orbitals in the elohistic description of the atom in genesis 1:1 to 2:4.

Behold the fire riseth in Abtu, it cometh, I cause it to come, the Wadjyt Eye of Horus. [‘the shining one’]

Thou art Wadjyt the lady of flames, your flames pursue and hew in pieces.

The incandescent pyroclastic wave driven by hurricane force winds of hundreds of miles per hour.

In Tep zepi the things that shine [were] created

And created the earth when it was unformed [destroyed] and made void of life.

Where such knowledge had originated in prehistory was seen as of no consequence or importance.

Rosalind did not see herself as any different to anyone else, however very few girls and even fewer boys can bend the mindless little baryonic elohim and rakia orbitals to their will, as Rosalind could. Subconsciously shaping the tiny ephemeral electronically winged things with her thoughts so that they danced and spun as she wished.

At first Rosalind had played with the elohim in an obvious way, which had upset her mother at times who told her not to do such silly things as turning a tennis ball inside out.

Something she had been able to do ever since the visiting dream voices had taught her how. Although after her mother had objected, Rosalind stopped playing with the elohim ‘shining things’; or rather she did so where other people could see.

This was mainly because by then she was slowly learning to follow where the dark and light elohim went when they changed places.

This talent had mainly been subconscious, and mostly just latent, only coming out when she lucidly dreamed or had an emotional outburst; the whole host of those, although as she got older she was slowly gaining control of her ability. The main drawbacks were the occasional unpleasant physical side effects, such as migraine, nausea, vomiting or short bouts as male.

A leaf, wetly adhering to one of the lower of the six panes, obscured a small part of Rosalind’s view of her father and the car; or the leaf would have, had she actually been watching them; however, though she glancingly noticed the breeze, weakly stirring the faded reddish gold brown of the slickly rain dampened autumnal leaves in the windswept disorder of the drive directly below, her thoughts glade elsewhere, as she gazed musingly south over the colourful front garden.

Just visible to her right she could see the imposing but restrained topiary of the five feet high hedge contrasting with the casual disorder of the grey rain bedraggled tennis net.

It’s small semi tangled mesh curtain long past the white days of summer evening use, but not (as yet) banished to a shed corner for the winter in its unofficial (and slightly unwelcome) secondary use by hibernators.

Off to her left, and partly hidden by the cheerful light