Eolas, the Hunter/Forever Never


As we rejoin the Creators, preparations are being made for the coming of Dohman’s first born human child.  While its parents struggle with the strange and exhilarating sensations of this responsibility, the Eternal Realm provides a means of support.  In the land surrounding Foirfeachta, a new male arises from the essence of their world- one who will act as, friend, counselor….and eventually, protector.

Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion

by Cheryl Pennington

all written and artistic works copyright by the author

XXI A Time to Make Ready
Mac, Inion and Bandia were preparing for the new soul’s descent to Dohman. They were eager and anxious to realize the result of their efforts.  As’me longed to be given another chance at life, this time as the offspring of the First Couple; but she was told it was not yet her time, even though she had progressed greatly in her healing.  Mac assured the impatient soul that she would have a special place in their plan, but it was not to be at this moment.

Ar’tine, too, wanted As’me to be given this chance to be reborn in the flesh; but his hope stemmed from his selfish desire and to ease the burden of his own guilty conscience.  How he longed for her to be given the chance at the greatness he had robbed her of.  Finite thinking within the realm of infinity was truly his great error.

Mor continued to hold out hope that the god would outgrow this persistent need for ego fulfillment. Still, It knew all of Ar’tine’s intentions were born out of love for His Creation. This, Great Spirit understood above all else. The dark god continued to watch the unfolding events upon Inion’s world with growing envy, and he reveled in the new sensations that had been experienced by Dohman’s beloved caretakers.  He felt their fire and desire, fueled by a deep longing for completeness.

It was a desire that ached within everything in Eternity, although he was certain the others didn’t understand the true nature of this longing the way that he did.  They remained broken-always trying to please, trying to correct, to renew and Unify, always without complete satisfaction, even with their freedom to create at will. How much wiser he thought himself to be because he understood the dark rift could never be repaired. He was certain of this and embraced that truth, becoming as one with it for he also knew what it needed.  It could not be destroyed, nor hidden and tamed. What it needed was to be quenched, like a thirst.  It seemed he was always hungry and thirsty in his soul, and with little relief.

He had experienced some satisfaction through the union of M’na and Fireann, a small swill of perfect ecstasy.  Their physical joining was wondrously delicious; and he knew there could be more.  He could not understand why they had been denied this gift before now and why they would be denied again.  Impatience was the fertilizer for the Dark Tree that now invaded every molecule of the god’s Essence. He was simply harvesting it in the Garden of Light for the time being.  It wasn’t a plan really. It was more of an unfolding….

The cycles of rebirth for all other living things on Dohman was known; but since no human had experienced a full cycle, no one could predict the moment of arrival for the infant forming inside of M’na.  Every natural born physical creature arrived as smaller, more immature versions of their creators, so it was assumed it would be the same with humans.

M’na soon felt  movements of life within and new sensations were flooding her being. Some were not so pleasant, but most were glorious.  She no longer changed form to fly or to swim with the creatures of Dohman.  Instead, she contented herself with preparing a place for the new life that was being entrusted to her care.

Fireann continued to gather and care for the living things in the Garden as they prepared for the coming of the child;  but no more did he travel to distant places, preferring to be a dedicated companion to his female.  His greatest satisfaction was to see her glowing countenance as new life grew within her body; and  yet, along with his joy, there had been a nagging sense of exclusion which was chipping away at his peace of mind. He felt that he was somehow on the outside looking in at this miracle that was forming within his female.  He knew his role in this creation was important,  but it seemed a more detached connection than M’na’s.  To honor his promise to the Goddess Mother, and in the Light of Love, he busied himself with making ready a safe and comfortable place to welcome the new life instead of feeding his own emptiness. He found comfort in knowing it would be for him to protect Eternity’s new creation from harm until it could care for itself.  He and M’na had seen all of the living beings on Dohman giving birth, licking their newly brought forth creatures clean, nourishing and nurturing them before eventually nudging them up and onto their own legs, out of burrows and down from nests.  He assumed it would be much the same way with their young one.

There was, along with all of the practical planning, the certain knowledge that they must encourage this new life to walk in the way of Spirit and help it to understand how special it was-pure balanced Love from the heart of Eternity.  This human child would bring Perfection back to their world.

Mor was saddened to sense that Fireann did not understand that the world of Dohman, as a part of the All that Is,  was already Perfection.  Inion’s creation was simply no longer aware of its perfection. This was the Hope, this was the goal being manifest in the experiment.  To end the sense of lack and separation that had begun with the first Creation.
XXII Help for Dohman

Dohman had, in the time since the great Devastation brought on by the birth of Mac n Mor, undergone climatic changes.  When Mac gifted Inion’s world with the great light of fire they called Sun, things were more diverse. There was growth in places where there had only been brilliance of color, and the entire world was completely habitable.

In the eternal realm it was decided that the birth of M’na and Fireann’s child would bring great change.  M’na knew in her existence the gift of immortality on Dohman and Fireann would live long; but what of the child, being born purely of the flesh and created from flesh?  None was certain of the length of his physical mortality, but all knew that the soul which had been so carefully prepared was eternal.  Energy from energy would return to the Realm when no longer within the body, as had become evident with the death of As’me.

Mor saw what powerful effects Perception had wrought upon Its own creations and upon their own after that, even with Unconditional  Love completely enveloping them. It was decided there would be a need for support in the world of this new family and for the new human life that would restore balance within the Spirit of Creation.

Inion and Mac were sent to create other humans, and each would be placed in areas surrounding The Garden Home where the First Family was to live, all possessing  special gifts that would be ever ready in order for them to guide, protect and serve the Keepers of Dohman.  Continue reading “Eolas, the Hunter/Forever Never”

Liebster? What? Me?

First of all, big furry hugs to http://authorshonique for nominating me along with some other really talented and cool bloggers. When I went to sleep last night the last thing to enter my mind was that I would be spending Monday posting about receiving a nomination for an award.  I did go to sleep feeling rather invisible, as so often can happen when you are a writer, artist or simply a creative person in general.  We can be islands at times.  I assure you, however, that even if I go into desertion mode, there is always a ferry for those … Continue reading Liebster? What? Me?

Quetzalcoal/The Feathered Serpent/my art

This piece was created using pen and ink as well as colored pencil and graphite. QUEZTALCOAL, THE FEATHERED SERPENT It is difficult to easily explain the progression of my spiritual journey so far in life, as it has been so diverse and so very rich.  Suffice it to say that I have tried to leave no stone unturned in my quest to understand the nature of the human soul and why we struggle so much in this illusion of life.  Now, when  I say illusion, this is not meant to diminish the importance of our journey here or to minimize … Continue reading Quetzalcoal/The Feathered Serpent/my art

Theming My Life

In hues of blazing orange and earthen brown Autumn spreads like a warm blanket across a rapidly chilling world. No more do tiny dragons fly about my yard, spreading faerie dust across the garden and pausing so that I may capture their smiles. In their place have come the colorful magicians of transitional Autumn wonder. As they flutter their spotted wings a great drowsiness covers the meadow, yard, field and garden before the harsh Winter shows its icy grin through sheets of frozen raindrops. All too soon they will sleep beneath the blanket of the Bleak Season. What shall I … Continue reading Theming My Life

Costa Rica Hotels

LA POSADA JUNGLE BUNGALOWS, Manuel Antonio Beach Okay, so today I am feeling nostalgic and also a need to return to the source of creating my blog. While I continue to have beautiful adventures back home in the states, I feel I must continue to pay homage to my inspiration. The beautiful country of Costa Rica presented me with many emotions-wonder, awe, fear of the unknown, inspiration and love.  It also afforded me some of the richest opportunities of my life. We made friends, saw amazing wildlife, lived simply and fully, all the while not fully comprehending the magic of … Continue reading Costa Rica Hotels

Bee Happy!

When I turn my electronic eye to the world around me   small miracles respond with enthusiasm. They do not realize the impact they have on my heart. How can they know that they are the star of my work,   the hope of my endeavors, and the brilliance upon the face of   this little grand globe? They arrive ready to perform, as if on cue,   but the curtain falls all too quickly, ending my delight. My soul applauds! If I am lucky, I can capture their essence for a fleeting moment  so that I may remember… and … Continue reading Bee Happy!

XX Creating Life…Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion

Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion….the story continues Creating LIfe/Chapter XX With the hope of reuniting Spirit in the flesh, Eternity beckons the Keepers of Dohman to bring new life into being.  But first they must awaken the dormant passion of physical desire, a thing which would prove both a gift and a curse to the future of humankind.  Once set into motion, creation would become the driving force of the living flesh, opening the door to possibility as well as creating a portal of opportunity for darkness.  The soul’s struggle for repair had only just begun….. Advisory:  Adult content/sexual implication … Continue reading XX Creating Life…Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion

World of Wooden Boats…the Festival in Madisonville, LA

Welcome to Madisonville! Here in this oak lined, slow-paced city in Louisiana is where the annual Wooden Boat Festival is hosted yearly in early Autumn.  Although I am a native of Louisiana and have spent a better part of my adult life here, I have only just this weekend had the pleasure of making it to the festival.  In my defense, this IS hurricane season; and past thoughts of attending were thwarted by the appearance of sudden storms, cold fronts and any number of “child emergencies”, including, but not limited to, school functions.  Now that my husband and I are … Continue reading World of Wooden Boats…the Festival in Madisonville, LA

Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion….Comes the Garden


Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion

by Cheryl Pennington

the story continues…

The desire to love and be loved is an integral part of our need to bear children.  We see it all around us, in nature and among humankind.  This desire is at the heart of Spirit and feeds the continuation of creation in all things.  I hope you enjoy this portion of the novel.  If you are reading for the first time, you can go to the Search bar and type in the book title for previous chapters. If you are kind enough to be following the book thread, I appreciate you and thank you so much.  Please leave me some feedback or a message in the comments box.  I am so happy to be here to write on another day,  to feel the sun on my face, the wind in my hair and the love of the universe in my life.  This is indeed a roller coaster ride, but the thrills surpass the scary moments.  We all struggle and are all the same, no matter how it seems on the surface.  As we join the story, a plan has been put in  motion to bring  a new human life to Dohman, one that will hopefully unify the twin aspects of the soul which were separated at the time of the Original Thought, leaving a rift in the soul, an empty space that seems undeniably hungry….

Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion

by Cheryl Pennington

XX  Licking His Wounds

  While the Light Beings in Eternity were busily planning the new addition of life to Dohman, they paid little attention to Ar’tine and his world.  It was not for lack of Love; but the dark god had sequestered himself within the damp mists and gray vapors of his Dohman Eile, trying to quench his unending thirst and longing to forget the pain of destruction he had brought down upon his Creation.  Although he would deny it throughout mankind’s existence, his soul was dying for the companionship of the others. It was a slow, agonizing death; and the more he tried to deny the speck of Light in his core, the greater the fire in his breast flared upward, searing all that he looked upon, all that he touched. In a moment of shallow victory, he found a way to neutralize this terror-by squelching all of his feelings. If he ignored the Light completely, he felt no lack from it. The only sensation which remained was bitterness, and it tasted sweet in the empty cup of loneliness that he had fashioned for himself.

Mor continually tried to reach the Son of Mac, to send Love and guidance, but the wall of flame he had engulfed himself in through his own rage was impenetrable.  And still he harbored the mistaken perception that he was more.  His lack of communion with his Eternal Family was replaced by long tirades which he displayed before the living things on his world.  He created and destroyed life at will, but it was not enough.  These creatures were too easy to control and provided no challenge to his power, leaving him unsatisfied in his victory.  He consoled himself by watching the others from the shadows; and veiled from the Thought of Mac, Ar’tine was very aware of the plan to bring new life to Dohman. Wasn’t it his plan after all?  Even Mor had implied that it was.  They had taken away his chance to prove his greatness and were now trying to steal his glory.  This dark and gnarled vine which sprouted anew on the tree of deception which was his core was the ugliest yet.  This one he had unwittingly turned in upon his own Essence in the form of Self Deception.

If one could not lie to another, then perhaps it was best to simply lie to Oneself.  It was so much easier deceiving oneself after all….then the rest would follow.

He watched from his black domain, observing the changes that were taking place on Inion’s World, changes even She had not noticed in her total immersion with Light to create this perfect human they so longed for.  Through the murky depths of his Lake of Visions Ar’tine watched the Keepers of Dohman changing, becoming restless in their anticipation.  They ventured out in separate ways more often now. His instincts were keen, for certainly the first couple was going through a change.

Fireann began feeling a strange sense of lack when M’na swam in the ocean, staying away from  him for too long.  What wonders did these places hold that He could not share with her?  His need for appreciation and power was beginning to peer over the horizon of his soul.  M’na herself recognized a new sensation that arose in her heart each time she saw his fallen face upon returning from one of these journeys.  The empty space within her was whispering to be noticed, to be filled.  It’s name was Guilt.  Had she not always been there when Fireann needed her?  Did he not run with the wolves and explore canyons among the mountains for many sun cycles before returning to lay by her side?  She always tried to bring something back with her that would please him and he could share her experiences in this way. These gifts always pleased him, of course, and never was He angry or disappointed.

She never intended to abandon or to forget her beloved; but As the Daughter of Dohman, she felt the need and desire to live and move with all of its Creation.  It was the darkness, the split, that told these lies to each.  The shadow of loneliness that had grown since the Separation from Original Thought was manifesting in these two beautiful humans. It brought Ar’tine great satisfaction to see this breakdown in the Paradise that his rivals had created.  And he could sense a window of opportunity beginning to open…

Mor also sensed the changes within Dohman’s first couple and decided it was time to move forward with their design.  It did not wish any of Its Creations to suffer, although  suffering was still experience, and It would not deny them any experience. It also knew of the Watcher from the shadowy realms of Eternity.  Mor knew all.

XXI The Beginning

It was time for Inion to prepare Dohman’s first couple for the gift of life.  Details of the plan to bring a new human life to Dohman were shared with M’na and Fireann.   Most importantly, this new life brought with it the hope of rejoining both masculine and feminine into one, thus creating a being which knew no lack and would manifest in the flesh the same completeness that Mor knew in Spirit. Both were eager to welcome another human into their world although they were not certain how this would happen or when.
From the gray mists of Dohman Eile, Impatience overwhelmed the Watcher.  “Just do something already,” sneered Ar’tine.  This slack in Creation was annoying him greatly.  He may have been forbidden to create from himself on his own world;  but nothing could stop him from experiencing all of the other goings on in the Eternal realm-and on their precious Dohman. He thought how marvelous it would be to actually experience that place-so full of life, even though it was bright beyond tolerance.  Perhaps someday, he thought; but what had been forbidden by Great Spirit would be considered not worthy of his mourning at this moment.  He had his own ways of being involved, after all.

Ar’tine’s greatest secret was not that he longed to destroy and desecrate all that he touched. The truth was something he himself would find intolerable and so refused to acknowledge that his hidden desire was to be with the others, to be accepted as they were by Mor.  Alas, the shadow that was now his soul covered up all true knowledge; all avenues to Original Thought and Unconditional Love were now damned up by tangled vines of emotion and ego reasoning.  The one thing he readily admitted-the one Light he allowed to warm his cold Essence-was the Love he had felt for his As’me.  He knew she was gone from him, and he had no idea if all thought of him would be erased from her consciousness.   He held out hope that somewhere, in the very core of her, she would always have knowledge of him.

With nowhere to direct this love lost, misguided though it was, he turned it towards his own twin creation, the Goddess Bandia. It was another of his great Secrets. All that she had done and all that she was impressed him greatly, even overriding his jealousy of her relationship with Eternity’s family.  How he wanted to implore her to join him on his dark world, to add her own touches to its Original beauty.  The god of darkness longed to assure her that together they would quickly rise to greatness far exceeding that of their own Creators in the eyes of Great Spirit.

Still the delusion took center stage in his dream, the idea that anything was more in the Thought of Great Spirit.  Even in his darkest moments, Ar’tine was loved by Mor, if not even more greatly at those times.  Unfortunately for this dark God, the ugly sensations created by his lack, his emptiness, pleased himself more than the beings of Love and Light.

It would be his need for more of these experiences, along with his sense of abandonment that would keep him plunged in the shadows of his nightmare.  At this point he didn’t know the difference between the sensation of Eternal Love and the ecstasy he felt when he was expressing great power.
On Dohman Bandia was preparing her children for the arriving new life that would be their prodigy.  Until now they had moved upon the World at will, M’na shifting form to be with the creatures there as whatever being she desired;  but neither had appreciated the physical differences between them.  M’na was blessed with the Feminine energy of Inion while Fireann had been created with a stronger form and greater male  energy from Mac, yet their bodies remained without specific gender form for it had not seemed necessary. Soon all of this would change, and they accepted this knowledge wilingly for they had no idea what it truly meant. Yet.

There was great consideration concerning the gender of this new child, for it would be human in all ways including personality, temperament and physical form. Should it be male or female?  With the understanding that the new soul of this child would be as balanced as possible, it was decided that the natural process of life on Dohman would decide its physical gender. Then all would follow its course because this child would bring unity through Spirit, leaving its physical identity of little consequence.

Pure Thought with Unconditional Love, having faith in the Eternal.  How quickly humankind would forget the faith of their Creators with just a little influence from Darkness.

Continue reading “Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion….Comes the Garden”

Welcome Autumn!! How Happy I Am

Thanks to the tropical storm that didn’t become a big, bad hurricane, we have been enjoying cooler temperatures here in the land of moss and mosquitoes.  I awoke to a nippy 62 degrees this morning and couldn’t wait to get dressed, grab my camera and head out for a walk. I felt surely all of nature must be as relieved as I was at the drop in temperature.  I didn’t even mind the few initial goosebumps that traveled up my bare shins where my cropped pants stopped short. They soon became a memory as I felt the sun on my … Continue reading Welcome Autumn!! How Happy I Am