Jenesis

JENESIS

Published by Chris Heliades at Smashwords

Originally published in Thessaloniki, Greece in 2012 by

Chris Heliades.

Cover illustration by Chris Heliades

© Chris Heliades 2011. All rights reserved.

ISBN 978-618-80219-1-4

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1 - A UNIVERSE

Chapter 2 - ADAM AND LILITH

Chapter 3 - ADAM AND EVE

Chapter 4 - AT THE BAR

A UNIVERSE

…In the beginning there was Chaos. Long before the birth of Time, the great reaper of History and even before the phantasmagoric appearance of the Universes through Erebus itself, there was only an absolute cinematic darkness.

There were no stars in the background, no epic music, not even any printed italic fonts travelling towards infinity, making you believe that you are in an immediate need of a pair of glasses.

Nothing. Blackness. Pitch blackness, to be more precise. Something like how Chaos is, more or less, perceived by the majority of sentient beings. There could have been a feast of colors, a palette of sounds and smells, a mixture of frequencies and ethereal vibrations, or even an infinite ocean of raw energy filled with care-free swimming dreams and consciousnesses. Nevertheless, there was an absolute Nothing. Not a thing.

However, if an independent observer takes a better look and manages to focus his attention exactly at the centre of our topic, he will be able to make out a tiny, white dot, a small detail, a cacophony if you like, right at the center of this particular dimension’s black canvas.

Therefore, since we are all beings who primarily see and perceive reality mainly through a cinematographic point of view, we are going to start, with our mind’s camera, a maximum speed zoom during which that tiny white dot starts to grow bigger and bigger until a man of an indeterminate age starts to appear through the blurring of this rapid focus.

Well, this man looks, more or less, like the archetype that dwells deeply within the collective unconsciousness of most humans. He has got long, white hair that end up in a tidy ponytail and thick white sideburns that extend all the way down to his jaw. It goes without saying that his physical appearance is amazingly human-like, because everything is made to our spitting image, isn’t it? He is wearing white pajamas, apparently made for a being three sizes larger, well built and with a height to weight ratio that would be envied by most sumo wrestlers. As our mental camera orbits around this man, we notice a badly rolled cigarette behind his right ear. On his left arm, he has got a tattoo of a cute little heart with an inscription underneath it in calligraphic writing stating rather sweetly (for a certain amount of social and cultural sugar) Mom. The most important detail of all is that this specific being has got a headache and cannot remember anything at all.

Neither what, nor where, nor how, nor why he is…

The man now looks around him in disbelief. He takes a slow turn around himself. He stops and stands still for a moment to think, there in the middle of nowhere, he scratches his head in an absent minded way and reaches the badly rolled cigarette. He places it between his lips. He pats down his pajamas slowly at first and then with hasty but futile moves. With an expression of disappointment on his face he puts the cigarette back again behind his ear and opens and closes his mouth. Nothing. He is stunned. He reopens and closes his mouth faster this time. Again, nothing happens. With his arms akimbo and his fists clenched, he taps his foot in the emptiness nervously and with an increasing irritation, shaking at the same time his head to the left and to the right. Suddenly, he raises his eyes and…

WHAT IN THE DEVIL’S NAME IS GOING ON HERE??!!!

…a young man appeared right beside him. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a flat stomach, he had blond curls and clear blue eyes, just like the dream of every woman who respects her femininity and wishes to call herself a woman (and in certain occasions demands to be called by her name) – without, though, knowing the secret charms that only short, dark haired men with equally dark haired bellies have, which even though they are not as obvious as the above mentioned offer package, they can definitely make a female sigh; out of pleasure or disappointment, we don’t really care that much…

There was something strange about this young man, apart, of course, from his unnatural beauty. It could have been the softest white of his robe, his metro-sexual esthetics, or maybe the pair of his imposing wings protruding from his back and the disc of absolute light that crowned his timotei hair… Something…

The being looked at him slowly, tip to toe, with eyes full of curiosity. He raised an eyebrow and grabbed his jaw in an academic fashion. The young man smiled nervously, revealing thus a set of teeth worthy of the most successful toothpaste commercial. A small star was born at the edge of that smile.

Tell me lad he said in a friendly manner, "where did you come from?’’

If I’m not mistaken, you must have created me, just now replied the young man in a beautiful and smooth voice that the best radio producers would envy.

Is that so? So, where were you a few moments ago? Nowhere?

Mentally or physically? replied naively the young man.

As a sum of atoms, lad said the being why would I care about your mental consciousness?… and the cosmic irony smirked…

So you weren’t hiding anywhere, waiting for me so as to suddenly jump in front of me; just for the laugh of it?

No.

Because you know… things like that happen… very often.

But, where could I hide? asked the angel (he is probably an angel) looking at the black space around him.

Behind a black curtain? asked his creator (he is probably a creator) with a childish eagerness in his eyes.

No, no answered the First angel with a smile.

All right then He said hesitantly (who sometimes is written AND pronounced with a capital H), looking carefully behind a non-existent black closet.

So, my friend, if I understand correctly, I only spoke and you were created concluded the one who is defined by capital letters, as He suddenly pulled an invisible, black curtain and quickly glanced behind it.

I presume that this is how it may have happened replied the young blond man.

So, reasonably thinking and reaching, therefore, reasonable conclusions, I am able to create others like you, out of thin air concluded the creator, coming, at the same time, to the reasonable conclusion that