Kadamba of Gentle Humilaith

Kadamba of Gentle Humilaith

The Cosmic Library Series Book 2

Mirti Venyon Reiyas

Copyright 2012 by Mirti Venyon Reiyas

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2012 by Yvonne Opperman writing as Mirti Venyon Reiyas

All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of the author.

This book is a work of fiction.

Cover Art: Tiger Lady Digital Art Image by April Reinoehl

(Manic Goose on deviantart.com)

Final rendering by Melody Simmons of www.ebookindiecovers.com

Imagination is Reality

and

Reality is Imagination

Pronunciation Guide: Etherean Continents

The, Whe - pronounced as in get, not as in the

Gu, Zu - pronounced as in who

Bha - pronounced as in Ra

Ao - pronounced as in ah and pot

CHAPTERS

1. Gardening and a Thorny Issue

2. Meeting of the Cosmic Overseers

3. Sattlecrane Travel

4. Journey to the Continent of The

5. The Spiral Trance Waltz

6. The Continent of Bha

7. The Library

8. Kon Fu-zed’s Impatience

9. Clayontia

10. Clay Descent

11. The Seat of All Scriptures

12. Underwater Autobiography

13. Through the Tunnel

14. Joyful Reunion

15. The Protective Illusory Screen

16. Kon Fu-zed Returns

17. Greetings and Meetings

Chapter 1

Gardening and a Thorny Issue

Ouch! said the Praymaythean, or hominidial praying mantis being, called Madheera. (All Praymaythean beings had names starting with an M, it was their favourite letter.) He peaked down at his finger. A tiny red spot could be seen. He wondered if it had anything to do with the funny desire he experienced that morning to poke his little brother with a stick.

He examined the flower he had just touched. Right there on the stem of the rose was a tiny brownish sharp little pointed thingy - perhaps a hard little leaf? His eyes caught the petunia next to it; there was a miniscule hard prickly thingy on its stem too!

He also saw one on an anemone, a lily and a tulip!

This was very odd and certainly not a good sign for beings on the Stro-kit-deiya globule in the Feeltasine Realm. They subsisted on touching and feeling the different types of textures carried by the numerous kinds of flowers in their world. These textures were called Tactilodigh Surfaces. It was a bio-cooperative relationship as the flowers in turn were tickled by the various insect-like beings and this helped to circulate the tactile energy that the flowers pulled in from the Tactile Meadow above. The Tactile Meadow was one of the five lower Cosmic Meadows that were the origin of the various kinds of energy that served as sustenance for the life forms in the Cosmos, and the five distinct Meadows were all connected to the original one Antecedent Meadow, the Source of All.

This is most unusual. I don’t think anyone in Stro-kit-deiya has seen such a phenomenon, said Madheera. He spoke mentally of course, not in external language, as all beings in the Realms did. I will have to report this to one of the Overseers.

He gently floated down from the Upper Layer garden he had been working on, past the Middle Layer gardens and way down to the sea-garden areas in the Foundation Layer. Stro-kit-deiya was a globule that consisted of an endless amount of exquisite gardens, lovingly grown and attended to by the insect-like beings and Spectral elementals of the globule.

He flew into the gateway of one of the largest gardens on the planet, maintained by the Overseers. Overseers sounded very important, but really they were just as playful and enthusiastic about flower-gardening as everyone else. However, they had the additional duty of protecting and managing the globulatory affairs.

Sparklit, how shiny is that waterfall! And Wow! What a super velvety tactillious silky feel pervades this garden! thought Madheera.

He followed the Praymaythean vibrations to track down two of the Praymaythean Overseers, where they were busy watering an orb of new seedlings. New seedlings were co-created by groups of insect beings and flowers together, placed mentally into thought-orbs and nurtured until they were ready to choose a spot in one of the gardens for themselves. Watering seedlings meant carrying the orbs to the waterfall area for a nourishing float and bounce in the gentle cascading multi-coloured water streams, floating down from their invisible origin in the Tactile Meadow.

Madheera! Wonderful to see you on this soft day, greeted the two Overseers in the traditional Stro-kit-deiya way.

Soft? Mmmm… I came to see you due to a very unusual occurrence. For the first time in my life today I felt a very odd sensation. Something touched my finger that wasn’t soft at all, he held up his green hand for examination.

All experiences in our hologram are co-created by us, said Ma-oti, one of the Overseers, wisely.

Madheera knew what he was referring to. Yes, I admit I had a peculiar desire to take a stick and poke my little brother this morning, said Madheera. But surely one tiny thought such as that has not resulted in all the flowers in my garden growing these poky things?

All the flowers in your garden?

Why, yes, almost all of them – petunias, roses, sunflowers…

A look of concern appeared on Ma-oti’s face. Perhaps the origin of that thought you had this morning, wasn’t yourself, he said.

What do you mean? asked Madheera.

"This will require some investigation. We will call a meeting of all the Overseers. In the meantime, do not touch any flowers anywhere.

Madheera could not believe his ears. This sounded very serious indeed. Not to be allowed to touch any flowers! Not to stroke the soft rose petals, not to tickle the peonies until they laughed?

The twelve Overseers of Stro-kit-deiya met in the Lotus Hall, where large Lotuses bloomed upon tall stems and reflected in the shiny crystal walls. The Overseers floated around a spherical table, and inside the spherical table all sorts of colours, sounds, vibrations and images could be perceived as they were exchanging thoughts. They connected with the Lokadiknidhanasthanam – or Seat of the Treasure of Directions and Realms – and entered the frequency signature of one of the poky thingies into a locator bubble that floated around in the air. The locator bubble moved towards the very bottom of the Lokadiknidhanasthanam, into the map hologram that was suspended there, and moved to a particular spot in the map of the Opposite Domain.

Ah, then we were correct. The Thorn Virus that we have identified has indeed come from the kinka, a race line that has been quarantined in the Opposite Domain by the Ephemerins.

Why were they placed in quarantine? asked one new Overseer.

Well, for many zanmousand years now the kinka have been experimenting with physics and frequencies and emotions opposite to the love of the Antecedent Meadow. It was tolerated due to the Cosmic Law of Free Will, but when they really started harming others, they were all moved in one large travel sphere to the Opposite Domain, and their portal travel abilities were dismantled. It is a mystery how they managed to get out and spread this new ‘thorn’ invention of theirs to our globule.

It certainly explains why some of the mantises have been having uncanny feelings of meanness towards others, saying humiliating things to their friends, or even desiring to hurt them, concluded another Overseer.

They could not yet solve the puzzle of how the kinka had managed to reach a globule in one of the Realms, so far away in frequency and dimensional bandwidth from the Opposite Domain, but more important was to find a speedy solution to the problem. They had to immediately carry out an emergency overhaul of the planetary DNA coding and underlying Consciousness Field. This involved using colours, tones, symbols and opening a strong vortice portal to the Tactile Meadow, for potent Meadow frequencies to be able to flow into the planet. They would also request all mantis beings to chant a sacred mantra for three days, to purify the entire atmosphere. The virus energy would be transmuted and returned to the Source of All – the Antecedent Meadow.

Madheera was quite hoarse after the three days of chanting. He felt rejuvenated by the wonderful strong tactile frequencies that had surged down from the Tactile Meadow. It had looked like a magnificent shower of luminescent flower petals pouring down, but chanting non-stop for three days had been quite a challenge. He longed to be back in his garden, to touch and tickle all the different Tactilodigh Surfaces, ranging from soft, silky, velvety or feathery flower petals to sappy, wet, smooth or slightly hairy stems to spongy and squashy soil.

Fortunately the expert plan of the Overseers had worked, and soon Madheera was back up in his garden in the Top Layer, watering seedlings in his green, pink and blue waterfall, tickling flowers, planning colour schemes for new areas of the garden, and creating music chimes to hang everywhere. The flowers all loved the music chimes. They were chimes the size of a bunch of Wisteria flowers, that were programmed by the insect beings to play soothing melodies.

I’d like a little bit of a faster beat, insisted the amaryllis belladonna flowers. A little more Presto, they continued.

Madheera patiently flew up to the music chime, he had changed the tune three times already, and felt that Beethoven’s Symphony No. 7 he had programmed it with was most pleasing.

A faster beat still? he gasped. He entered a large amount of red and orange vibrations into the chime, and Vivaldi’s Storm now emanated from it.

Perfect, thank you! beamed the cluster of amaryllis flowers.

Madheera gently stroked them and did a little dance of joy. He had set the sphere to change to the ambient but joyful electronic sounds of Ryan Farish in the late evening, but during the night time everyone basked in the eternal silence of the Cosmos, as this was the time when the flowers absorbed the tactile frequencies from the Tactile Meadow above.

Sometimes the Praymaytheans would turn the music chimes off, and play tunes themselves on their waterglass xylophones. They filled their glasses with a choice of coloured water, at different heights, and played gentle tinkling sounds. The flowers would sway gently to the music, occasionally moving around, though their movement was very slow compared to that of the other beings – they could move at the rate of about one metre per hour.

Zlad zat ze zowers zare zmoothz zagain, said a voice next to Madheera. It was one of the zebrelephugs. They simply loved the letter z and used it all the time. They would spend hours rubbing their backs against the five-metre tall trunks of the sunflowers and carnations, which really helped the circulation of energy in the flowers, and replenished the energy in the zebrelephugs. Their most important duty was to rotate the gardens in the Upper and Middle Layers whenever it rained, by pulling and pushing them with their trunks whilst flapping their wings to stay airborne, so that all the gardens would have the opportunity to get a shower of rain and not be blocked by gardens above.

Yes, Zugger, replied Madheera, I sure do have a new appreciation for soft and smooth surfaces now.

Bhew! A red dotted object swung past at a tremendous speed.

The ladybug beings had the duty of collecting any fallen flower petals, which they would use to make large quilts that were comfortably warm to sleep under, and that caused one to have funny, soothing, adventurous or peaceful dreams, according to the textures of the petals in the particular quilt. When not engaged in these duties, their favourite pastime was to swing around, hanging onto the lengthy vines that draped down from the Upper Layer gardens.

Madheera sat down on a crystal rock seat in his garden and closed his eyes, peacefully meditating and connecting to his inner self,