I fitted the new cog-helm upon my skull. Its ears flapped down, allowing the hook-ups to trail across my chest, and slope over the wide arm of my robotic chair.
Drawing the ancient mind to me took longer than I had expected. At first I doubted the apparatus was working—or that I had arranged its components appropriately. The altar before me was a harmonious blend of earthy and unearthly beauty, unlike the biomechatronic components of my kinetic cube and cog-helm, which were mated by a long cable running from one side of the headpiece to a female port in the side of the box. And yet, both the artfulness of the altar and the engineering of the kinetic unit were in perfect sync.
The altar held four chambers, and a platform rested on the crest. Within the wardrobe like compartment housed the names and keys of ancient beings, and their respective components. Upon the platform rained the fountain, and there were shimmering crystals spread throughout a garden of dwarfed trees, a pillar of flame leaping from a brazier, and other comforts of the natural elements. The compartment just below the platform remained door-less. It was like an open window, wherein the portal was nested, surrounded by concentric triangles. A courtyard in miniature stature received the center of the chamber, and wherein the house of his ancient name I seated him before me. Air, fire, water, and earth surrounded his transparent body, and around these another layer consisted of magnetic fields. A mandala of wholeness and the Teutonic stave rested within the inner-walls of the chamber; one engraved, and the other inscribed upon parchment in a lovely red ink.
When the ancient finally came through, it was only after I had cast aside my expectations. Having issued forth from my lips, and having projected my instructions from my brow, my mind rose in a heightened state of alertness. The crest of my helmet vibrated.
Swiftly, the entity came. It sped through my personal atmosphere—a sphere of my own emotions and perceptions—faster than a computer, but slower at certain points to emphasize interest.
At length a female figure emerged from shadow who’s eyes were deeper and more oval than round. Dark, reflective, and yet reserved with understanding—but, with a degree of infinite wonder; a true child of the cosmos.
A gentle caressing swam around my body, delicately lifting the hairs upon my wrists. My screen behind my eyelids widened to an extent beyond the medium of my physical perceptions, and well beyond the sphere of my skull. With understanding of my thoughts, a gift of reassurance lived through me. My genitals were untouched physically, and I did feel a kind of intense or sweet, almost electric power pass through my groin like a fluid aflame, and I felt the same intense sensation in my navel and abdomen that a lover feels in a passionate embrace. It lasted only just briefly, leaving no harmful affects, none of the mess common with sex, and a grand feeling of being recharged from within and without.
The stars of distant places shone through my brow, as I perceived the minds of great beings in my own understanding. As my mind expanded from this plane, and my body drifted from the mechanically assisted chair, I fail to find any words in human speech which could acutely paint what I experienced in the universal house of the great fathers.
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