TAKEN--A Metaphysical Fantasy Audio Drama

TAKEN: #8 - Deception

November 28, 2020 V. Morrow Season 1 Episode 8
TAKEN--A Metaphysical Fantasy Audio Drama
TAKEN: #8 - Deception
Show Notes Transcript

SET YOUR MIND on things above with TAKEN--A Metaphysical Fantasy Audio Drama. He was wanted a cure. He found the Creator.

SYNOPSIS:
Enoch, an alpha-tracker and possessor of the One Mind, lives in a time of turmoil at the dawn of mankind. The curse promised by the Ancient One has come to pass. First Father Adam is dead and the dreaded plague that almost decimated the tribes 291 years ago has returned. Murder they understood. Father Cain taught them that. But, this sudden disappearance of the life force terrifies the clans of Adamah. They must find the “Bearer of the Seed”—the son of Eve the prophecy declares will cure the sickness and defeat death. Enoch and his powerful rival, Tubal-Cain, are chosen for the quest of a lifetime or rather the quest that will end their lives—find the cure, a miraculous healing plant known to grow near the Forbidden Garden, and stave off death once more. Only a fool would risk the dangerous trek to the Edge and the wrath of the terrible creatures guarding it. Only the favored son would find the way and return. Enoch quickly discovers he is not enough, but also he learns, he is not alone. A mysterious stranger leads Enoch through a portal to a metaphysical realm where past, present and future collide and now he finds himself in the middle of an ancient war. Supernatural forces are plotting too—one with a mind to destroy Adam's kind and the other with a heart to save it. Enoch must choose—angel or demon, friend or foe, dark or light before death overcomes and the Seed is destroyed forevermore.

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Chapter 8 - Deception

“Let us give Tubal-Cain, our ears and open hearts.” Eve stifled the objections from the Tribe of Seth. “Speak son.”
“If it pleases the Tribunal, I have asked Semjaza of the Elohim to speak on my behalf as he is the one who shared this great knowledge with me.”
“Mother,” Father Seth interrupted, “He and his men claim to be sons of the Hidden Father.”
“I am aware.” Eve held her hands to her heart and nodded. “Give him the Center.”
The Elders of the Tribunal stood while a sebassi male led Semjaza into the chamber. He nodded graciously as his flowing white garment cut a path through the colorful tunics of the Elders. “El ne bos te va,” Semjaza said fluently in Adam’s tongue. “May the Ancient One show you favor as you grow in knowledge of Him.”
Semjaza assumed the talebearer’s role. “Last sun’s sleep my officers, Hazazel and Yamezerak stumbled upon Tubal-Cain in fierce contest with the rebellious wolves of Avenland Forest. Injured and outnumbered was he, when my men spared his life through the skill of the bow. A piercing, head-wound and vicious bites brought your son to the edge of death. But, Yamezerak showed compassion on him and shared the virtue of the Hidden Father that heals. When Tubal-Cain regained awareness, he told us about his hunt for alroue and the sickness that now spreads among your people. I realized our meeting could be no chance encounter.”
The Elders seemed skeptical, but curious. The one called Lamech peered at him, eating his every word.
“No,” Semjaza said with a grand sweep of his arm. He raised his voice confidently and pointed at Tubal-Cain. “The Ancient One allowed us to bring this Son of Adam from the brink of death as a sign to you. Your deliverance from the curse is near.”
Muffled whispers filled the room.
Deliverance from the curse?
Can this be truth?
Even Eve’s carefully neutral expression belied a hint of eagerness.
“The Ancient One spoke the prophecy seven ages ago in the Garden’s first tale did He not?” Semjaza asked. “He promised the serpent saying: ‘I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your seed and her Seed; He shall bruise thy head, and you shall bruise His heel.’ You believe that one among you is the Bearer of that Seed. You believe a Son of Adam will crush the Serpent and destroy his power. But I assure you, this is not truth.”
“This is impious!” Father Jared rebuked the visitor. Several elders, including Father Cain, stood and banged their staffs in protest on the Circle floor.
“Honored ones, please hear,” Semjaza said hurriedly. “Calm yourselves and allow me to bring light.”
A slight nod and stern look from Great Mother Eve stopped the motion to dismiss the guest.
“The Seed of the Woman will be holy and incorruptible. He will have no taint of sin or the sickness within him. We all know that only one who is righteous can defeat the evil power of the Serpent.”
A few first-borns lowered their staffs, satisfied for the moment.
“Tubal-Cain told me the sickness is only getting worse. The children are the weakest among you, with a few exceptions.” Semjaza motioned toward Enoch and Tubal-Cain. “Yet your aged Mother Eve remains full of the Ancient’s essence. Tell me then, how can the prophecy be fulfilled when Adam’s sickness is multiplied in each generation?”
“Are you saying we have been deceived all these years?” Father Cain addressed Semjaza but faced his younger brother Seth.
Father Seth focused on Semjaza. “Abel’s offering was accepted. That proves—”
“Even your beloved Abel would not have been righteous enough. A trace of Adam’s sin would still flow through his veins. So, I ask you, who is the Seed of the woman?” Semjaza waited for a response, and then continued passionately. “Who could be born of a woman, yet have no sin?”
Enoch wrinkled his nose. “Do you smell that?” He tapped Father Seth’s shoulder and whispered, “It smells like a kill. Are blood-lust animals near?”
“Shhh!” Mother Eve rapped the table.
A breeze fluttered through the chamber, scattering petals into the manta-filled trench surrounding the altar. Their syrupy sweet aroma filled the room.
“I only smell incense,” Father Seth whispered, once Great Mother looked away.
“Only a Son of the Ancient One himself could satisfy the requirement,” Semjaza spoke over the distraction. With eyes closed, he extended his arms to the heavens as the white of his robe intensified.
The Elders shaded their eyes. The room was flooded with brilliant golden radiance.
“A union of the Elohim and a daughter of Eve will produce the Seed,” Semjaza answered the riddle with piercing authority.
Father Seth pounded his staff on the Circle floor, breaking the mesmerizing effect. “For 950 new suns we have honored the Ancient One and offered sacrifices as our Father Adam did. Tell me Semjaza of the Elohim, why has He sent you and not spoken to us Himself?”
Father Seth faced Captain Semjaza with eyes wide open in spite of the blinding light. “Our Hidden Father speaks to us at the altar of sacrifice.”
“Am I not standing at your altar of sacrifice?” Semjaza strode toward the circular trench filled with molten manta and stepped inside.
“Wait—” Tubal-Cain shouted as he lurched toward the Captain.
Mother Eve covered her mouth with trembling hands as the fiery substance oozed over the visitor.
Instead of cries of pain and burning flesh, manta bubbled around Semjaza as he set the Circle ablaze and became a flame among flames. “Am I not the fire of the Ancient One?” he asked.

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Chapter 8 - Deception

“Let us give Tubal-Cain, our ears and open hearts.” Eve stifled the objections from the Tribe of Seth. “Speak son.”
“If it pleases the Tribunal, I have asked Semjaza of the Elohim to speak on my behalf as he is the one who shared this great knowledge with me.”
“Mother,” Father Seth interrupted, “He and his men claim to be sons of the Hidden Father.”
“I am aware.” Eve held her hands to her heart and nodded. “Give him the Center.”
The Elders of the Tribunal stood while a sebassi male led Semjaza into the chamber. He nodded graciously as his flowing white garment cut a path through the colorful tunics of the Elders. “El ne bos te va,” Semjaza said fluently in Adam’s tongue. “May the Ancient One show you favor as you grow in knowledge of Him.”
Semjaza assumed the talebearer’s role. “Last sun’s sleep my officers, Hazazel and Yamezerak stumbled upon Tubal-Cain in fierce contest with the rebellious wolves of Avenland Forest. Injured and outnumbered was he, when my men spared his life through the skill of the bow. A piercing, head-wound and vicious bites brought your son to the edge of death. But, Yamezerak showed compassion on him and shared the virtue of the Hidden Father that heals. When Tubal-Cain regained awareness, he told us about his hunt for alroue and the sickness that now spreads among your people. I realized our meeting could be no chance encounter.”
The Elders seemed skeptical, but curious. The one called Lamech peered at him, eating his every word.
“No,” Semjaza said with a grand sweep of his arm. He raised his voice confidently and pointed at Tubal-Cain. “The Ancient One allowed us to bring this Son of Adam from the brink of death as a sign to you. Your deliverance from the curse is near.”
Muffled whispers filled the room.
Deliverance from the curse?
Can this be truth?
Even Eve’s carefully neutral expression belied a hint of eagerness.
“The Ancient One spoke the prophecy seven ages ago in the Garden’s first tale did He not?” Semjaza asked. “He promised the serpent saying: ‘I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your seed and her Seed; He shall bruise thy head, and you shall bruise His heel.’ You believe that one among you is the Bearer of that Seed. You believe a Son of Adam will crush the Serpent and destroy his power. But I assure you, this is not truth.”
“This is impious!” Father Jared rebuked the visitor. Several elders, including Father Cain, stood and banged their staffs in protest on the Circle floor.
“Honored ones, please hear,” Semjaza said hurriedly. “Calm yourselves and allow me to bring light.”
A slight nod and stern look from Great Mother Eve stopped the motion to dismiss the guest.
“The Seed of the Woman will be holy and incorruptible. He will have no taint of sin or the sickness within him. We all know that only one who is righteous can defeat the evil power of the Serpent.”
A few first-borns lowered their staffs, satisfied for the moment.
“Tubal-Cain told me the sickness is only getting worse. The children are the weakest among you, with a few exceptions.” Semjaza motioned toward Enoch and Tubal-Cain. “Yet your aged Mother Eve remains full of the Ancient’s essence. Tell me then, how can the prophecy be fulfilled when Adam’s sickness is multiplied in each generation?”
“Are you saying we have been deceived all these years?” Father Cain addressed Semjaza but faced his younger brother Seth.
Father Seth focused on Semjaza. “Abel’s offering was accepted. That proves—”
“Even your beloved Abel would not have been righteous enough. A trace of Adam’s sin would still flow through his veins. So, I ask you, who is the Seed of the woman?” Semjaza waited for a response, and then continued passionately. “Who could be born of a woman, yet have no sin?”
Enoch wrinkled his nose. “Do you smell that?” He tapped Father Seth’s shoulder and whispered, “It smells like a kill. Are blood-lust animals near?”
“Shhh!” Mother Eve rapped the table.
A breeze fluttered through the chamber, scattering petals into the manta-filled trench surrounding the altar. Their syrupy sweet aroma filled the room.
“I only smell incense,” Father Seth whispered, once Great Mother looked away.
“Only a Son of the Ancient One himself could satisfy the requirement,” Semjaza spoke over the distraction. With eyes closed, he extended his arms to the heavens as the white of his robe intensified.
The Elders shaded their eyes. The room was flooded with brilliant golden radiance.
“A union of the Elohim and a daughter of Eve will produce the Seed,” Semjaza answered the riddle with piercing authority.
Father Seth pounded his staff on the Circle floor, breaking the mesmerizing effect. “For 950 new suns we have honored the Ancient One and offered sacrifices as our Father Adam did. Tell me Semjaza of the Elohim, why has He sent you and not spoken to us Himself?”
Father Seth faced Captain Semjaza with eyes wide open in spite of the blinding light. “Our Hidden Father speaks to us at the altar of sacrifice.”
“Am I not standing at your altar of sacrifice?” Semjaza strode toward the circular trench filled with molten manta and stepped inside.
“Wait—” Tubal-Cain shouted as he lurched toward the Captain.
Mother Eve covered her mouth with trembling hands as the fiery substance oozed over the visitor.
Instead of cries of pain and burning flesh, manta bubbled around Semjaza as he set the Circle ablaze and became a flame among flames. “Am I not the fire of the Ancient One?” he asked.

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“Mother Eve,” Enoch faced Semjaza who still remained in full blaze in the fire of sacrifice, “If I may answer?”
Eve waved her hand, beckoning him to the center.
“Since our Father Adam and Mother Eve first fled from the Ancient One’s presence in the Garden, the Ancient One has only spoken to us after a sacrifice was made.” Reluctant grunts of agreement stilled the fluttering in the pit of his belly. His knees were trembling but, he continued with more force. “This Elohim, for truth, does stand in the Altar of Sacrifice. Yet, the fire does not consume him.”
“Tis true,” one said.
“He’s fit indeed,” another agreed.
Enoch pressed on. “We all know a sacrifice is not acceptable unless the life is consumed. He may be a Son of the Ancient One, but we have been deceived before. Was it not the Serpent’s cunning speech that enticed Mother Eve, then she Father Adam, to reject the will of the Ancient One? We cannot rely on mere talk for such a great matter. We must hear from the Ancient One himself.” Enoch ignored Elder Lamech’s stony gaze as he took his seat. Praise the Light! At least they’re thinking now.
“Honored ones, please listen,” Semjaza smiled as he stepped out of the fire, “The Ancient One would not kill the very gift sent to redeem you from the curse. If you reject His mercy, you will truly be beyond hope.”
Someone decided to applaud but stopped when no one else joined.
Someone else coughed, breaking the awkward silence.
Finally, Mother Eve stood. “If all hearts are free and all wisdom shared,” she paused, waiting for any objections, “then the Tribunal will decide.” Mother Eve clapped her hands twice. Instantly a sebassi appeared. “Please escort our honored guest, Semjaza of the Elohim, to the Celebration.”
“Yes, Mother.” The young sebassi bowed.
“Enoch and Tubal-Cain.” Mother Eve faced the two rivals. “Your courage is honored, and we owe many thanks to you. Please leave us now. We shall declare the will of the Ancient One by sun’s birth.”
Eve raised her hand again and two more sebassi men quickly entered the chamber and stood by the two first-borns of Lamech. “To be fair, the twins Jubal and Jabal will not decide. Please escort these honored ones to the Celebration.”
“This is absurd!” Lamech banged his staff against the pillar and thrust it in Father Seth’s face. “You’ve been conniving again!”
“The Ancient One may excuse a fool once, but do not expect his mercy twice.” Father Seth rolled his eyes as he pushed Lamech’s staff away from his nose. “You have been bold to take more than what is allowed. Do not—”
“Not that again? My wives are my concern! Don’t be jealous because I have the strength to satisfy two women.”
“Strength has nothing to do with it, Lamech. You only took two wives in a feeble attempt to increase the seats of the Tribe of Cain on the Council through sheer numbers. Through your false doings you have unjustly obtained three first-borns, the twins Jubal and Jabal born of Adah and Tubal-Cain born of Zillah. Now you would offend the Ancient One yet again by this—this union with Elohim!”
“Cursed fool! Jealousy has shaded your eyes. Our tribe outnumbers yours because the sons of Cain are strong, and our daughters favored. The Hidden Father has sent great revelation through Semjaza, yet you refuse it just because your precious Enoch was not the one to discover it. Injustice is what it is!”
“I am glad you want justice,” Eve said smoothly, “because Father Cain will also be escorted to the Celebration. Since death prevents Abel from his rightful place on the Council, it is only fair that Cain be excluded as well.”
“But—" Lamech protested.
Cain approached the center as if he would test their matriarch, but merely said, “Don’t worry, Lamech. Our day will come.”
“Without that mark,” Mother Eve said, pointing to his forehead, “you wouldn’t have this day.”
No one dared challenge Great Mother Eve—not Lamech, not even Cain. Having no father or mother save for the Ancient of Days, no one really knew how the Hidden Father would respond to an attack on her person. No one dared risk being cursed like Cain.
Cain knocked away the hands of the two sebassi males poised to accompany him and strode out the chamber.
“Now we are even,” Mother Eve pounded her rod once, “now we will choose.”

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“You will find the Celebration most pleasant, honored one.” Letah tried to hide his nervousness with a laugh as he guided Captain Semjaza. “The dancing is like the butterfly landing on petals and the music is like the earth that rumbles. Do your people make joy with the music and dance?” Letah asked, tripping as he tried to bow and walk forward at the same time.
“Yes,” Semjaza said. 
Letah chuckled and stumbled again over the stone path, partially hidden in the moonlight. “Though I suppose the hush of night’s reign is more pleasant than my chattering, honored one.” 
Letah wiped his sweaty palms on his brown sash pack. Sebassi were supposed to serve and not be heard Letah reminded himself. This was an important task. Elder Lamech had asked him personally to assist the Medici at the Circle of Unity and Great Mother Eve had called for him, a high honor indeed. And here he was questioning one who was obviously more favored than himself! 
Letah shook his head as he led Semjaza into the clearing. I will not make that mistake again. I will make sure he is well taken care of and he knew just the sebassi who could do that. Naamah. With her gentle spirit and care, the great Semjaza would forget his blunder. And perhaps, Father Lamech would not hear of his insolence.
“El yah te benu, Medici,” Letah said gently as he bowed before the two women in the seats of honor nearest the Circle of Fire. He waited face down until greeted.
“Now do you understand?” Naamah mouthed the words over her intended’s prostrate figure. 
“May the Ancient One smile upon you as well faithful one.” Tiph'arah suppressed a giggle. “You need not bow so long, Sebassi Letah,” Tiph’arah said, “Rise. You are among friends here.”
“Naamah you are as lovely as the Ancient One’s fire at sun’s first slumber,” Letah said as he somehow bowed again, even more deeply this time.
“Yes, Letah, you have told me many times,” Naamah said absently and yawned.
Tiph’arah giggled and coughed, waving away imaginary smoke.
“You shower me with kindness, trusted one.” Naamah flashed a dazzling smile Letah’s way when she noticed the bruised look on his face. She looked over Letah’s head at the tall visitor. “And you honor us with a guest, have you not?” 
Letah stood upright and beamed like a sapling cub stroked by his master. “Medici Tiph'arah and Sebassi Naamah, may I present to you Captain Semjaza of the Elohim.”
“We are delighted by your presence,” Naamah said smoothly. The slight nod of her head sent waves of thick dark hair cascading over her shoulders.
“Naamah, I believe your father, Elder Lamech, would be most pleased if you would serve our honored guest this evening,” Letah said still smiling brightly as he motioned toward the trays of fellowship.
“Unfortunately, I must disagree with Sebassi Letah,” Semjaza interrupted. 
Letah laughed nervously, desperate to fill the awkward silence.
Semjaza kneeled as he took Naamah’s hand and raised it to his lips. “The Ancient One has never made the setting of the sun as beautiful as this one. Letah, please go and tell Elder Lamech immediately that the Elohim are grateful for his warmth and generosity.”
“Y-yes, honored one.” Letah hesitated as he bowed. “I will tell him at once.” Letah rushed to his task, but kept looking over his shoulder at Naamah, which caused him to stumble into a sebassi carrying a load of trays. 
“Mind your step, you fool!” the man scolded Letah.
Tiph’arah winced.
Naamah and the Captain laughed and exchanged pleasantries.
“The tales of old have just begun, Captain Semjaza. We would be honored to share your presence,” Tiph’arah said, moving in between the handsome visitor and her friend, “and I am sure your brother would be most pleased to join us.”
Semjaza reluctantly released Naamah’s hand and offered his elbow instead.
“Yes, of course,” Naamah said absently. She and the Captain walked arm-in-arm while Tiph’arah waved the banner of Lamech in the air until she caught Tubal-Cain’s attention.
“Naamah, be sure to give my regards to Sebassi Letah,” Semjaza said. “He may be a fool, but he was wise indeed to trust me into your care. I too must be favored by the Ancient One.”