Magdela's Doorway (Lizard Man Narrative #2)

Lizard Man (Narrative 2)

Magdela's Doorway

The Lizard Man walked away from Katulu's sleeping chambers down the hallways of half-light and blue tiled floors. Katulu's fever dream troubled him, and yet he knew it was part of the long gestation period. -For it was true, a being born in space was much different then a being born on the soft giving ground of a planet. The lizard man remembered when Katulu first arrived on the starship. He had been a bright-eyed infant then, barely tottering amidst the flowers and grass of the sanctuary room. That was before he had fallen ill with fever. In many ways Katulu had yet to be fully born.

The Lizard Man knew Katulu would be safe on earth, and In his mind he saw the planet again, saw it brimming against the reaches of nothingness. ...and he felt his heart beat in his chest as he felt gravity pull upon his cells.

The lizard Man walked further then lingered in the central hall contemplating the mural etched in muted relief like a golden scrimshaw in the ivory wall.

...Learn as I have the difference between right and wrong...

His mind turned to Magdela. Upon the surface was a scene he had carved long ago, before Katulu was born, and yet it still had relevance now. The scene was this: a series of geometric designs upon a landscape, and cut through it like a dream, a waterfall poured forth into a pool of golden light. There was no horizon upon the waterfall and thus no distinction between the sky, the waterfall, or the pool of light. The purpose of the rune-scape was a riddle, and a key to a hidden doorway, but for the Lizard man it served more importantly reminder - is was a memorial to Katulu's Mother. The lizard man put his hands upon the light flat surface and felt the starship's engine room vibrate silently within the walls, but it was not the ships vibrations he was thinking of. He pressed his silhouette against the wall and he spoke silently.

...Oh, Magdela, it is our child, Katulu. I love him so. I did not think I was capable of such feelings and yet I know he is of my own blood...

As he gazed upon the mural something stirred in him. An expansion in his heart. Familiarity. It was a feeling akin to love. He knew If Katulu were to wake it must be only when he was ready, - and yet. As he gazed upon the mural of Magdela's memory, a thought occurred to him: What if he could remove the obstacle to Katulu's suffering? Like removing a stone from a river so that perhaps that which troubled him would flow clean and he might wake upon his own volition. The lizard man breathed deeply and then exhaled in a silent sigh, as he felt a new decision pull at him.

..Magdela your memory remains. ...You are my guiding light. ...My river of golden river... ...forgive my past mistakes... and let me enter your mysterious again.. There isn't much time left.

Suddenly he looked down at himself and felt the sudden nakedness of his own body. - at the strangeness that he was. He looked at his green scales. He looked at the lines and furrows in his muscles. He looked down between his legs to where he had no genitals, yet in the very core of him he felt an ageless virile memory arise. Who am I? he asked himself. -What am I? After a moment of contemplation where he hardly moved, a small arched doorway opened between the lines within the painting with a tone-like chime. It was a doorway, hidden unless revealed, and it was nestled between the wavering lines within the waterfall. He disappeared within.

In a few moments he returned wearing a white cloak and carrying a staff with a flowering snake-like head upon it, a twisted elegant stock that shone with a golden soft light. The cloak hung from his broad shoulders. It was not tied, but pinned, and upon its breast was the criss-crossed 'triangle of time', (a trinity dived by the decade by ten intersecting lines). He wore it not because he was cold, but because he felt a duty call him. He was conscious of how it made him more presentable. It hid his reptilian body.

The portal in the mural closed behind him leaving no seem or trace of its existence.

He held the staff high and with great force called out in his mind: I call upon my silent helpers.

Soon there was a dimming of light for a second, and then standing in between the blink of an eye stood a slender green skinned being. She was an insectiod, elegant, like a praying mantis with the aura of a forest sprite. She was small and dwarfed before the Lizard Man's presence, yet she extended her slender hand ingratiatingly and made a chime like sound though she did not move her lips: A Great Eternal One! WaterCress is here!

The Lizard Man returned her silent telepathy, WaterCress, my celestial minion. It is you. I knew you where near. You are never far off.

Oh! Yes! These leafy curious eyes see many places at once. These leafy ears hear the chime of 'Magdela's Doorway!' Oh great feelings of curiosity! She extended a hand towards the Lizard Man's breast. Watercress sees the sigil of a decade within a triad upon a cloak of white. She sees a staff of a host's invitation. Then she opened her palm empty in question. What is it then? What time does clock strike this hour, Great Grandfather Time? It is the sleeping one? A quickening in embryonic gestation? Is it the spirals of time? TImelines unfurling like the green spiral of a fern-plant? A being enjoys her riddles! Leafy eyes come upon the invitation of synchronicity, curious with investigations. WaterCress is here to serve!

The Lizard Man answered: It is all of those things. -And more. Will you help me? A plan is forming in my awareness. My body approaches agelessness and is dissolving more and more. I feel timeliness split. Katulu I will protect, yet I haven't much time. I am afraid I may not be able to accompany him to earth's green pastures for I feel I must return to his mother soon. She has been waiting in the place that no other but the ready ones may be. I must call a meeting with my trusted friends before he arrives at earth. Will you relay a message to the outpost in the Sirian stars? Will you call my guests of Honor? I feel the alchemy of the stars upon us.

WaterCress nodded in a pose of approval. It is done! The great pendulums will be set in motion! The bells of time's tolling! It is a beings happiness to oversee on such matters of mystery!

Many pendulums will eventually swing in unison, agreed the Lizard Man, and thus it is my though that time will heal itself.

It is true, agreed WaterCress, for life is a dream, and mysterious times are now!

The lizard man held his staff high, towering high. I feel a new age upon the universe. I new cycle of time. When the sun grows large and close. Then only new and unknown possibilities will emerge.

WaterCress's eyes sparkled merrily. Surely! Surely, such a new era will have a name!

It has not been named. It will be named. I will stand and remain present for such a time. For it will be my re-birth.. I will shed my skin with the coming of the new age. He stopped for a moment and then started with conviction, and I vow I will be judged by it!

Great Ageless one, these eyes have witnessed a beings past! The clippings upon the light chamber floor! -and these eyes will witness again a being's future! It is done! WaterCress shall help! No greater is the pleasure then to create and reveal within the mystery. -Like the blooming of a sunflower!

The Lizard Man's eyes hardened at the thought of the past, but then softened at the though of a possible future. Tell me, He asked, What do you think... there are those who say I am an abomination?

Nay, an ageless one. A vigilance of mystery. A necessity. Magdela herself would not say otherwise. Reverence and acceptance!

Then I have done what I must and all is as it should be. If only Magdela were here now. Yes she is here more in spirit and name then many are in flesh. I must return to her soon. I will complete my Karmic vigil. I cloth myself in preparation for my guests.

WaterCress chimed, I being will travel by the invitations of synchronicity! Messages, reunions, and family gatherings! But first! A gift! A new specimen from far off exotic places. Specimens! In her outstretched hand was a beautiful seedpod. It had four segments and was suspended by a propeller-like airfoil. It hovered in the air above WaterCress's hands by some trick of her palm. Take it! WaterCress offered.

The lizard man lowered his staff and the energy in the room softened. I recognize your Brother's eye for selection. My arboretum has long benefited from his generous donations of specimens. He reached out to take it, and then WaterCress was gone. In a blink of an eye she had taken her departure. In the air the seedpod remained hovering for a moment before lazily drifting down. The lizard man selected it carefully between the points of his his 3-fingered hand. I think I know what to do with this, he said even though WaterCress was gone.

He walked with the seed down a side hallway, past the water fountain, and then took a juncture. He went to a special room where the walls slanted inward and glided down a reduced gravitation chute. His feet (each with three pointed toes), settle upon the floor and a cool air circulated the room.

This was where he collected and prepared seeds for his inner ship arboretum. The seeds hung in suspended animation above the zero-gravity table where they germinated slowly under the phase-shifting light crystals. Ferns and many small seedlings ready for transplant grew in clay-like pots upon the floor. Behind the table the wall was honey-combed, each compartment holding a different seed store. There were seeds that were donated by the insect beings. There were also spores that he had collected himself from the vacuum of space. There were many shapes and sizes and each contained a story. In his time of collecting and experimenting he had discovered that within all seeds there was a special universal gene, akin to a stem-cell, that could be used to prolong life.

The Lizard Man placed his new specimen upon the germination table, along with the others, and set it spinning upon its axis listening for the frequency that would unlock its genome. He reflected on the miracle of seed-essences; how seeds could travel through the vacuum of space and still contain all their genetic viability intact? It seemed they even prospered in space, like an opportunity waiting to be activated! He spun it faster and faster until the DNA within it opened up in a resonant field and deep within it he saw its geometry laid bare. He saw its story revealed. He saw It secret potential spelled out in a language of geomagnetic fields, ...wheels within wheels....

I use to believe in the myth of creation, he thought, I use to believe that I could create anything... that any thing was a seed to plant.. .to understand.. to master and change... but now I know that I am myself am merely my own creation. All I am is a creation of my own mind. Life is a dream... nothing is real.

He saw earth again in his minds eye and wondered, Perhaps I have the strength for one more destination. I would live upon a planet again. Perhaps the long way back to my true home can wait..

He snatched the seed from the germination table and popped it into his mouth. He swallowed its auric essence and could feel it dissolve in the acid of his stomach. Even then he knew that he was wrong to wish for such things.