Linden Morningstar's Blog: Gloria Rising

Gloria Rising pgs.  93-94

AUTOMATIC LETTER 66

Sunday night

Dear “Jolly Green Giant,”

You are valued all the time but never more so than when I can tell
you about Gloria’s nightmares and know that you will understand. Like in
tonight’s dream the “Other” told Gloria she was going to be a vegetable, so
many times that I’m surprised she didn’t end up in the ground like a vegetable.
We’ve got to cut it out, stop dreaming this frightening, senseless garbage.
A bad dream, something I have to push myself up from, raising my
fists in the air, sitting upright with my eyes wide open. I’m thinking of
the dream again – Gloria had been involved though I’m not sure how – it
had something to do with masks and marbleized people. I remember now.
Gloria’s eyes were covered by a pink mask and she took it off to show me
the other eye that was in the middle of the two eyes – the three eyed marvel
and something painful happened she was thrown into a large box by the
“Other” – close it off now the dream – close it – close it right off, right away!

Same night – Sunday

Hi again,
I became very much afraid earlier tonight and had to leave off – I’m
back now. I’m at the dream where the “Other” threw Gloria in a box –
he found out she had dug up the grave of the little child, Joshua, and she
couldn’t lie anymore – the bolted door – all the nightmare pain flows from
down there – no tears though – quietly the little girl has accepted the fact that she had to take pain to keep the “Other” calm – she always lived with
the knowledge that there were things to be done to keep the peace – the
fact was always there – he expected her not to cry – not to scream – not to
yell – but it’s so awful to step across a threshold and never know what you’re
going to see – you can’t imagine like when white light comes to you and
fragments of the puzzle burns clearer – it takes so much patience – suddenly
I realize I want to cry, really cry but I don’t because tears always seem such
a waste of energy, such an indulgence but there is pain in my heart – one
pain I can’t stand – tears because the little girl is going to be hurt again
very badly this time. I must stop this now – I’m sorry, really sorry to stop
here but I just have to – please try to understand – there have been so many
masks, so many lies, so many trapdoors that made the little girl fall through
darkness and now she’s about to go into a place that will make her lost forever
and I can’t stand this anymore. I have to stop now before it’s too late.
I’m very sorry – please (if you can) help – please.

Gloria’s Helper

Gloria Rising pg. 90

AUTOMATIC LETTER 63

Thursday night

Dear Adam,

Strange dreams tonight. Saw the woman with an extra eye in the middle
of her forehead and she said something kind of odd. She said, “Take
a wall with a door. No one has ever been beyond that wall. Perhaps they
never will. While the door remains closed anything you want can be on
the other side – a country, or hell or any scene imaginable. There can be
flowers or fires – grass, marble pillars, mountains, planets, cities beneath
the sea, now do you see?” Gloria shook her head, “I’m trying very hard
but I don’t know where this is leading to. The door’s been opened for me.
I’ve seen behind it already.” “You’ve seen what has been some imagination
and some truth,” replied the lady. “Now, you must see all the truth and it’s
going to take work and time. You must write your dreams, no matter how
silly they seem to you.” Then she ran off and I found myself in a fenced
in circus ground. The Ferris wheel spun slowly, dazzling the eyes with its
rows of colored lights. In fact every building, tent and caravan trailer was
brightly lit. The lights, the music, the looks of people created a certain kind
of magic I’d never expected. Music from a dozen sources was playing and
to my utmost surprise those hundreds of casually dressed people streaming
through the gates created great excitement with their anticipation of having
a wonderful time.
Flushed parents held fast to the hands of children who wanted to run
wild and explore and suddenly I remembered the great circus fire, I had
been too with my brother in Connecticut where hundreds had died, and
I remembered the little girl without a tombstone and glancing up, I saw
the Pyramid Lady who said, “See it’s not always imagination behind the
wall,” and she was gone again. Not much sense to this dream but there
it is.

Gloria’s Helper

Gloria Rising pgs. 88-89

AUTOMATIC LETTER 62

Wednesday night

Dear Adam,
Forget the woman upstairs. I’m not wasting any more time on someone
who doesn’t know that to survive she must get a permanent refuge.
She’s getting enough sympathy from Gloria for three people – if I don’t
get some sense for both of us – we’ll end up wondering how long we can
take this before it drives us crazy. At least, we have you to help us and
I’m going on to get rid of the past and Gloria can take care of current
events.
I’m trying something new tonight – trying to solve problems through
dreams and I’m going into a trance and dream state now – I’ll be back if it
works.
Later
Gloria’s Helper again – I’m not sure that what I tried worked except that
I’m able to say that the last dream I told you about had to do with a little
girl whom I had heard sobbing after a beating and I left off on my recalling
of that dream where I had seen her leaving with a shovel in her hand.
Well I followed her tonight – the same little girl – at first she didn’t see
me – then when she did she ran, and I lost her (in the dream I mean) and
I was in a state of shock – I found it hard to concentrate because it seemed
important to find her and I felt grief at my loss and fear for her – these
tumultuous waves of emotion created a feeling of panic that drove me on
searching until I stopped for a brief rest. I sat on a rock and realized that I
had no definite destination.
I was not facing the issue for that little girl’s survival – running in
shear panic was the last thing that would save her – then suddenly I saw
her – a distance away. She was coming out through a thick mounds of
straw and I started to follow her again but this time slowly – she still
carried the shovel. She talked to herself and said, “Here – if I want to see it – its right here.” Then she started digging and as she started I saw
someone else watching her – the woman who had an extra eye in the
middle of her forehead.
She motioned for me to be quiet by putting a finger across her mouth
and we both watched the little girl digging then the shovel struck something
– something that stopped the shovel’s penetration but didn’t seem to
be hard as a rock – the little girl let go of the shovel and lowered herself to
her knees and began digging with her hands like a child who plays in a sand
pile, a moment later as she worked the soil, she pulled this object she had
uncovered free from the earth that had covered it – it was a blanket. The
little girl started to tremble and she stared at the blanket for a long time as
if afraid to open it – but I guess she had come too far to turn back now. I got
a lot closer and so did the woman with the third eye but she motioned again
not to let my presence be known so I kept quiet. We saw the little girl with
a shaking hand folding back one corner of the blanket. She could only stand
to look at it for a second – already the flesh had begun to rot away and the
skin was gone from the skull – the little girl dropped the tiny corpse back
into its grave and she was shoving dirt back over it when she dug the dirt
back lifted up the little bundle again and tenderly wrapped it up completely
in the blanket. Then she put the dirt back and put rocks all around and on
top of the mound – then she was sick to her stomach and her face all pale
and her whole little body trembled as she started to walk away.
I was going to go to her – when the woman motioned me back and she
started to follow the little girl – somehow I understood the woman was
going to help her and I thought I must get to some shelter at once or I’m
going to die and I woke myself up. I’m not quite awake yet but almost and
I’m very tired – guess I’m not doing as much good at this as I thought – if
it wasn’t for the fact that I want to help Gloria to live and I want to live
too – I’d give it all up.
Don’t you give up or it’s all over – thank you for being there and God
bless you.

Gloria’s Helper

Gloria Rising pgs. 87-89

AUTOMATIC LETTER 61
Monday night

Dear Adam,

Tonight we had an odd dream – in it an older Gloria and I were walking
through a forest when we met (would you believe it?) a three eyed
woman. She smiled and asked, “What we would like to be like if we could.”
We didn’t understand then Gloria said, “I’d like to be as normal as a child
would be.” The lady smiled and said, “You have all those qualities now –
children have a sense of wonder about all of life – children are free to show
affection – children are unconcerned about conformity – all things seem
possible for a small child,” Gloria inquired, “But I’m not supposed to be a
child now?” and the lady said, “Jesus commands that we should, “become
as little children to enter the Kingdom of Heaven – this is needed for your
spiritual life and you have it already except that you are not a little child
who is totally dependent. You are rooted in trust though and persistent
but not as a child but persistent to getting bread at an imminent hour and
in getting help when needed to get a fair ruling.” The woman went right
on talking till we both fell asleep and when we woke up we were children
and we saw a large black beast looking straight at us – we didn’t move –
till we got tired of sitting there, we made a move to get up and the beast
started to get up. We ran and came out of the forest and saw a house with
a golden key in the door, we unlocked the door and locked it with the key
and we could hear the animal banging against the door and I woke Gloria
up before the dream went further. Hope tomorrow’s dream is a better one.

Gloria’s Helper

AUTOMATIC LETTER 62
Wednesday night

Dear Adam,

Forget the woman upstairs. I’m not wasting any more time on someone
who doesn’t know that to survive she must get a permanent refuge.
She’s getting enough sympathy from Gloria for three people – if I don’t
get some sense for both of us – we’ll end up wondering how long we can
take this before it drives us crazy. At least, we have you to help us and
I’m going on to get rid of the past and Gloria can take care of current
events.
I’m trying something new tonight – trying to solve problems through
dreams and I’m going into a trance and dream state now – I’ll be back if it
works.
Later
Gloria’s Helper again – I’m not sure that what I tried worked except that
I’m able to say that the last dream I told you about had to do with a little
girl whom I had heard sobbing after a beating and I left off on my recalling
of that dream where I had seen her leaving with a shovel in her hand.
Well I followed her tonight – the same little girl – at first she didn’t see
me – then when she did she ran, and I lost her (in the dream I mean) and
I was in a state of shock – I found it hard to concentrate because it seemed
important to find her and I felt grief at my loss and fear for her – these
tumultuous waves of emotion created a feeling of panic that drove me on
searching until I stopped for a brief rest. I sat on a rock and realized that I
had no definite destination.
I was not facing the issue for that little girl’s survival – running in
shear panic was the last thing that would save her – then suddenly I saw
her – a distance away. She was coming out through a thick mounds of
straw and I started to follow her again but this time slowly – she still
carried the shovel. She talked to herself and said, “Here – if I want to see it – its right here.” Then she started digging and as she started I saw
someone else watching her – the woman who had an extra eye in the
middle of her forehead.
She motioned for me to be quiet by putting a finger across her mouth
and we both watched the little girl digging then the shovel struck something
– something that stopped the shovel’s penetration but didn’t seem to
be hard as a rock – the little girl let go of the shovel and lowered herself to
her knees and began digging with her hands like a child who plays in a sand
pile, a moment later as she worked the soil, she pulled this object she had
uncovered free from the earth that had covered it – it was a blanket. The
little girl started to tremble and she stared at the blanket for a long time as
if afraid to open it – but I guess she had come too far to turn back now. I got
a lot closer and so did the woman with the third eye but she motioned again
not to let my presence be known so I kept quiet. We saw the little girl with
a shaking hand folding back one corner of the blanket. She could only stand
to look at it for a second – already the flesh had begun to rot away and the
skin was gone from the skull – the little girl dropped the tiny corpse back
into its grave and she was shoving dirt back over it when she dug the dirt
back lifted up the little bundle again and tenderly wrapped it up completely
in the blanket. Then she put the dirt back and put rocks all around and on
top of the mound – then she was sick to her stomach and her face all pale
and her whole little body trembled as she started to walk away.
I was going to go to her – when the woman motioned me back and she
started to follow the little girl – somehow I understood the woman was
going to help her and I thought I must get to some shelter at once or I’m
going to die and I woke myself up. I’m not quite awake yet but almost and
I’m very tired – guess I’m not doing as much good at this as I thought – if
it wasn’t for the fact that I want to help Gloria to live and I want to live
too – I’d give it all up.
Don’t you give up or it’s all over – thank you for being there and God
bless you.

Gloria’s Helper

TRAVELING FASTER than the speed of light, the gigantic saucer magnetically pulsed into a different dimension. The Stargirls beamed through space, unaware someone called Aagaatar, “The Great Evil,” ruled the better part of the Vanngeez galaxy, while a horrifying fiend named Garlig was in command of the Zaagon saucer imprisoning them. Garlig was the Aagaa Zaagon’s Master Torturer—a monster’s monster.

The Stargirls’ earthly innocence was no match for their vile powers that conspired to control their lives and destiny. Furthermore, Aagaatar was the evil incarnate that conjured unthinkable horrors to dominate the universe and destroy all that was good.

The Aagaa Zaagon Empire was a murderous civilization that interbred with elite members of conquered enemies to strengthen its racial supremacy. The Aagaa race, named for its evil god. Aagaa was an unholy word uttered in the throes of sex, heat of battle, or in curses. The Aagaa were a paranoid race feared and hated for their perverse genius and legendary cruelty. Their way of life founded on depravity and lust for killing. Random murder was condoned and slaughtering the enemy given the highest reward. Homicide and mass murder was as necessary to the Aagaa as the air they breathed. The Aagaa Death ethos believed superior for domination of the universe. Black holes were the embodiment of Aagaa philosophy of Thanatos and symbolized their destructive forces that annihilated planets and civilizations.

The Aagaa’s invention of Zano warfare marked a new epoch in their conquest of the Vaangeez galaxy. Advanced civilizations of the Vaangeez galaxy had fought and fled the Aagaa’s bloodthirsty invasion to survive.

The Star people had led the last Star rebellion, the Aagaa Zaagon Empire’s greatest enemy—but now encircled they faced extermination. Abysmally, the military union between the Star people, Etuu, Zataba, Noling, and Trions had collapsed, crushed by Garlig’s War of Terror. Regardless, the Star people chose to fight to the death rather than surrender to genocide. Genocide was on the mind of the one in control of the Stargirls.

Garlig craved nothing more than the destruction of all enlightened beings; he viewed them as subversive threats. Advanced civilizations had felt the cleansing wrath of the Aagaa Zaagon Empire, what the Evil Master, Aagaatar proclaimed the “Final Solution.”

Garlig had ingeniously trapped the Star people in the Vaangeez galaxy and laid siege to their defensive outposts, softening them up for the final assault. Now, he wondered why he felt such loathing for the aliens. He ordered them isolated and requested one be brought to him for interrogation. He felt her youth, a weak link to take advantage of—yet, oddly, feared her the most.

“Aagaa,” he swore, “Aagaa, Aagaa.” He thought that when the Master finished using them, he would have his way. The sadistic thought made his misshapen mouth spew out black drool. “Aagaa, Aagaa,” he howled. The craving to maim and kill grew uncontrollable as his powerful tentacles engorged with blood flailed the air. Conflicting passions arose— to touch their flesh—that checked his homicidal impulse, driving him to command his Troag guards to bring them all, despite his inspired plan to question the one. He wanted to possess them. He wanted to get up close to touch and smell them, smell their organic juices that gave them life.

Garlig let out an ugly laugh; the exotic life forms presaged; his Master’s worst nightmare now stood powerless before him. The Star people’s assassins, sent to save them, would stand in judgment while he probed their vulnerability. He was the master artist of terror. Inspired by a macabre soul, he covered the canvas of life with mayhem and destruction. Some of his subjects required short rapid strokes to break them, while others long brush strokes of agony to render them a work of genius. Those who failed his artistic vision savagely killed.

Anticipation, terror’s handmaid, he manipulated expertly. Mind crippling tools, he plied imaginatively. He used love to create unbearable torture, forcing those he could not break or drive insane to witness loved ones butchered. The whispered threat the aliens represented only fueled the horrors his mind created for them. His blind hatred was a mix of rage and sexual tension. He detested anything that challenged his power. Anything getting in his way was damned.

Garlig roared when informed they soon would stand before his reproachful gaze. He sat on the right-hand side of Aagaatar, the highest Aagaa honor for his unrivaled treachery, shocking violence, and daring conquests.

In the meantime, the monstrous beasts prodded the Stargirls toward the command center with avenging blows to their bodies. The beasts, traumatized by Garlig’s torture, had turned their rage on the Stargirls.

Jill cried out in pain, “God help them if they’ve harmed Lyn.” They had abandoned close combat, choosing to yield as part of their escape plan. They agreed to act helpless so the enemy would underestimate them, given their defeat by the steely-eyed spiders. They held wing chun, short power, and chow gar, shock power, in reserve. The Stargirls gasped at the sight of Lyn cringing on the floor, her

head bowed, holding her arm; feeling relief, they bolted to her; but huge, hairy hands grasped fistfuls of hair, yanking their heads back with neck breaking force, throwing them to the ground. Knees dug sharp into their backs, pinning them to the floor like insects on a spreading board.

Mad shrieked angrily, “Get off, mutants.” Her shrill shout created confusion in their minds, fearing attack; but when she lay still, they eased the numbing pressure off her back. They glanced at their leader for guidance.

Nogaa’s piercing red eyes scowled at his warriors, then at the source of his deplorable defeat. His huge brow furrowed, deep scars lining his brooding face, telling of forgotten battles he had buried. Nevertheless, his commanding presence was an immediate antidote for his warriors’ fears.

His complexion grew dark; his thoughts searched for an answer to the aliens’ aggression. He knew all their lives depended on him delivering them respectfully to his master. Any sign of alien rebellion would send Garlig into a murderous rage that would rain down on all of them. He hastily made a command decision and kneeled down to the alien nearest him. Nogaa grasped the alien’s chin and tilted her drawn face toward him. He gazed into her insolent eyes and grinned while his eyes begged her for understanding. He patted Mad on the head and grimly went to the next alien and repeated his desperate overture. Once he finished soothing them, he bellowed, “Awago, awa daa diwee ki!”

The aliens lifted to their feet; the beasts positioned on each side securing them in arm locks. They staggered forward, feeling mutual misgivings, while the Stargirls considered whether they had misjudged their ruthless captors. Maybe they had more in common with the beasts than met the eye. Maybe they were all prisoners. After all, the massive beast had shown kindness despite their vigorous defense against him. Then again, the beasts’ violence left them guarded.

Garlig’s voice thundered as they entered; the beasts thrust their heads to the floor, making them bow to their master. His deafening laugh and wicked expression smeared on a terrifying face that gripped them. They were ill prepared for what stood before them. Lyn felt repulsion at the incredible sight, a vision of pure horror.

Garlig was Herculean in stature with a crude, warped face and one large glaring eye. His phenomenal body glistened with unnatural beauty; two fearsome tentacles coiled from his upper back, while two massive humanoid arms formed a chilling demonic look. The horrifying tentacles undulated threateningly as razor-sharp teeth protruded from huge suckers. Without warning, the tentacles surged toward them, causing them to step back with fists raised in defense. Jill, sensing the inhuman thing played with them, barked, “Lower your guard.”

Her swift command saved them from vicious attack. She thought, Submission . . . the Way of Sun Tzu . . . the backdoor to valor, given what they faced. Jill commanded, “Kneel,” and they meekly kneeled and prostrated themselves in false worship, thus charming the monster’s ego.

Garlig choked back black bile, letting out a contemptible laugh that appeased his rage. He gloated at his enemies lying face down before him. He felt exhilaration—he, the elixir of death—as his powerful tentacles reached down and coarsely caressed their recoiling bodies, making them shudder. He withdrew his groping tentacles and gave a signal to the beasts to lift them to their feet. He had come close to disobeying Aagaatar’s strict orders to deliver the aliens unharmed to him. Their deaths would have meant his own. His rage returned. His homicidal fantasies displaced onto the Troag leader.

He lashed out, “Nogaa, you coward, you let these frail aliens defeat your guards.” However, what Garlig feared more was the hex the aliens seemed to cast on him. Never had any life form controlled his emotions and desires as they had, bewitching him with their alien beauty, nearly ruining his plans. Maybe he took them too lightly, he thought as his lip curled—torture-time will tell. He relished toying with his new prey as he outlined how he would use them for his conquest of the Vaangeez galaxy. Although he was usurping the Master’s authority, they were unaware of his treachery.

Garlig derisively said, “The ancient prophecy you thought was your destiny is dead. You are not my Master Aagaatar’s worst nightmare. I am yours.” His evil stare bore through them. Infuriated, he shrieked, “Bear witness to your master’s power.” His mighty tentacles lashed out causing piercing thunderclaps, making them drop to their knees and clutch their ears to stop the excruciating ringing. He enjoyed their torment, waiting for them to look up. When they did, he pointed his fearsome tentacle at a strange device. The tentacle swayed hypnotically; suction cups rhythmically opened and closed, baring deadly teeth. The Stargirls mesmerized by the horrifying bizarre spectacle.

He gave a command and a burst of energy from the curious device severed the hideous tentacle. Jill felt a glimmer of hope but before the tentacle hit the floor, an incredible light emanated from the stump and instantly regenerated the tentacle before her bewildered eyes. He haughtily swung the tentacle in the air with a horrendous laugh of victory. Ali blinked her eyes, wondering if what she saw was an illusion, or real. Sade felt revulsion.

Mad whispered, “Oh, no.” All at once, Garlig’s eye opened wide; his bullwhip tentacles wrapped around Nogaa’s two brothers who screeched in anguish as grotesque teeth tore at their flesh, tentacles whipping them high above Garlig’s head.

He laughed, amused by their screams, and flung the youngest brother into a glowing chamber. He gave a ruthless command while his audience of hairy beasts, creepy-crawly things, and Stargirls watched—in fear, indifference, and stark horror.

The beast sprung to his feet, on fire. His skin bubbled. He smashed into the wall, fell, rose, and blindly groped his way around the cage. He grabbed at his melting face, screaming in agony; he hobbled, stumbled, and collapsed, his body shuddered, smoldered, and vaporized. The chamber glimmered in diffuse light. All that remained was a sterile chamber uncluttered by death. The other brother, wailing in terror, struggled to free himself as ravenous teeth dug deeper into his body. Nogaa realized their fate and charged Garlig, who used his free tentacle to ensnare him.

Garlig growled at the Stargirls, “Your master is an unforgiving master. You, my wicked slaves, must obey or die. The lesson you learn today will make you better slaves and help you fulfill your true destiny.”

Garlig tossed the Nogaa’s brother to scurrying creepy crawlers, metal pincers clacked wildly. Lyn’s mind screamed, No! She remembered the searing hot pain of their cold, brutal grip. Thinking they would tear the poor beast apart, she looked away. Garlig had other plans for the beast’s sacrifice.

The beast splayed on a metallic table with menacing lasers designed to amputate limbs if the beast tried to move. The table tilted, forcing them to observe Garlig’s abominable operation. Garlig bellowed, “Let us see what is inside this sinful thing that betrayed me.”

Satan himself, Sade thought; she braced herself. The beast’s screams turned to subdued cries as the first incision of Garlig’s obscene autopsy disemboweled it, and bloody intestines spewed out onto the floor.

Bloodcurdling screams stopped short when the beast, in reflex, lurched upward; cut-off arms landed on the floor with nauseating thumps. The beast reeled from the table on stumps, taking a wobbling step, and fell, in death rattle, at Garlig’s feet.

Garlig’s huge malignant eye reflected the horror etched on the Stargirls’ faces. His bulging eye was a madhouse . . . mirroring their innocence crucified on his altar of terror. He swore, “Aagaa . . .” angry the kill was too quick. He laughed insanely that his insatiable hunger for blood cheated him.

He heard soft cries. Subdued cries that brought his mind back to the aliens. He heard one of them choking back tears. He had set the stage for his ultimate act of trauma, aimed to open the aliens’ minds to his reality. To survive, they would do his bidding or join their captors. After all, what choice did they have?

He laughed—how a quirk of fate delivered them into his hands, an unintended gift from their Star guide who inadvertently led him to them. The Stargirls’ heads hung, trembling uncontrollably, trying to avoid what lay across the room, as a quivering arm groped for life. The sight, let alone the stink of scorched skin, repelled them and made them retch.

Garlig roared, “Raise your eyes in devotion to your master. Turn away from my masterpiece once more and you die. One by one, so the last one can savor the full measure of your deaths.” His threats were groundless given Aagaatar’s orders, yet they had the desired effect. Trickery the sharp tool of terror, he thought. Sweating profusely, they forced themselves to lift their heads in order to live. Jill thought if looks could kill.

“Watch and behold.” He raised Nogaa high above them as tentacles ripped him apart. Nogaa, defiant, refused to cry out; a deathly silence filled the chamber. Jill desperately wanted to turn away and swallowed hard as savage tentacles slammed Nogaa headlong into the floor. His head struck the floor with an explosive thud. White brain matter showered the Stargirls. Garlig’s eye gazed into their horrified faces. He knew his superb performance and traumatic hypnosis cracked more than one head, tossing the lifeless body aside.

“Your lesson for today: killing is the only thing that makes you feel alive.” Then, to test his control over the aliens, he gave a simple command. “Pick pieces of Nogaa’s brain out of your hair and hold them out to me as an offering.” Without hesitation or sign of revulsion, they did as commanded. Detached, expressionless faces understood what they held in their hands—brains, but also their lives. They cried inside while the sound of the beasts’ growls surrounded them.

Garlig rejoiced, contemplating the mind-numbing fear and horror in the aliens’ eyes. He knew that once they consummated the Final Solution, they would be at his mercy, a trophy given to him by Aagaatar for his victory. Then they would serve a higher purpose—his purpose.

Gluttonous thoughts shook him—thoughts of ravaging their bodies, torturing them one by one while the others watched, and then having their heads served to him were almost unbearable.

He groaned with immense pleasure, nothing wasted. Every morsel of flesh devoured. Eyes plucked out and consumed like exotic Jappaa. Ears eaten as if sweet Eluvion spurs while their heads were cracked open and their brains sucked out. Their skulls then crushed and minced with fragrant Raagda, for filling. Their prized skin lightly roasted to wrap the filling in. His favorite crunchy meal was Wasaagaa. A meal for a god, he thought.

Garlig would save their headless, skinned bodies for Feasting Day when he could celebrate his incarnation as Master of the Universe and serve their bodies as hosts. Drool dripped from the gaping hole in his face; his sinister laughter made the Stargirls recoil. Maniacal laughter filled Garlig’s massive head with thoughts of murder, thoughts of killing Aagaatar and ruling the Star people.

The Stargirls knelt in bloody brain matter and their own vomit. They felt weak and poisoned by the disgusting smell of death and Garlig’s hateful words and unspeakable actions. It felt like they had received an electroconvulsive shock, leaving them disoriented as they struggled to gain control of their minds. What disturbed them most was that they felt dead; the total absence of emotion frightened them. They were a mess, numb and in shock, caught in a deadly trap where nothing made sense and escape was impossible.

In the mayhem, Mad angrily shouted, “We’re pawns, nothing but pawns. You—” A grueling blow silenced her, leaving her unconscious on the floor. Garlig ordered the Troags to drag her back to their new cell.

Feeling his almighty power over the aliens, he motioned for the Troags to take them all away. The Stargirls rose and bowed their heads, knowing protest pointless. They wanted to go and take care of Mad.

Mad lay moaning with a nasty welt on her head. Sade said, “How you feeling?”

“Just ducky, what happened?” “You got clobbered.

“Who belted me?”

“Garlig …” The sound of dry heaves in the background made her pause. “… Do you remember what happened?”

“I was telling ugly puss off—” Seeing alarm in Sade’s eyes, she stopped. “Yeah, it was dumb, my big mouth. I could have gotten us all killed.” Sade let out a deep sigh. “You’re okay—that’s all that matters.”

Jill shouted from somewhere. “Hey, there are showers!”

Lyn felt the cleansing warmth of the shower, washing away the horror that painted her body. She wondered how she was supposed to scrub death away as the drain claimed chunks of vomit and brain matter. She obsessively scrubbed and scrubbed; but no matter how hard she scrubbed, the memory of Nogaa’s kindness and horrifying death clung to her, as feelings of guilt tormented her. Feelings that made her feel ugly inside, made her feel ashamed and inhuman. Soft sobs moved her, and tears rolled down her cheeks. Then a convulsion of sobs and jolting waves of grief shook her, hidden beneath the shower’s purifying spray. Lyn gasped for breath crying, “I hate you; I hate you, I hate you,” striking her fist hard against the wall. The overpowering smell of burnt flesh and haunting shrieks and wails of the dead pierced her mind. Lyn wondered whether she could survive Garlig’s torture. She wondered whether she would be strong enough—brave enough—to withstand Garlig’s sadistic pain without

falling into a million broken pieces. Would there be nothing left but a shattered mind that neither she nor her sisters could put back together again? The thought filled her with gloom. She felt herself floating away, leaving Lyn behind in some ghoulish nightmare.

Startled, she felt an arm slip about her shoulder. It was Jill. Her head lovingly touched hers. Jill said soothingly, “Let it out—I know the feeling.” Lyn felt Jill’s strength and cried as her damning thoughts and pent-up emotions released.

Jill said, “We’ll make it together.” Lyn sniffled. “Think so?”

“We will!” A chorus of voices shouted.

Rejuvenated from their shower, they sat in a circle of light, speaking in whispers, not knowing whether their conversation monitored. They were talking about Nogaa and his brothers’ murders. Lyn was surprised how her sisters’ support brought a smile to her aching face. The Troags had slammed her face against a wall for payback. Vengeance meant for Garlig, she thought. Despite their violence, she felt compassion for their suffering. She felt them kindred spirits; that outlook gave her an idea.

“Maybe the beasts can help.”

Mad said, “Those fiends only want to beat us into submission.” “Yes, but out of fear—you saw the penalty of Nogaa’s defeat; but something in the small Troag’s eyes, horror, was apparent and then a flash of anger when Nogaa was killed. I think she is his mate, the one he called Laya. I heard them all growl at his death. Let’s see if Laya will help.”

Sade said, “Maybe, you’re on to something.” “Can you link with her?”

“I can try.”

Sade concentrated on the small beast’s energy-field and breathed with intention. Her surroundings faded. She found herself peering into darkness and then into a graveyard shrouded in yellow mist; enormous gravestones reached toward a gloomy sky. She heard wailing and saw Laya on her knees, beating the soil of Nogaa’s grave.

Sade called out, “Laya, Laya.”

Laya, startled, raised her head, shocked to see an apparition floating above her. “Go demon. Leave me in peace. ”

“Laya, its Sade.” “Sade?”

“Yes, I’m one of the prisoners.”

“How did you find me?” Sade ignored her question.

“We both are Garlig’s slaves, not enemies. Garlig is our adversary; we must defeat. I speak from my heart.

Laya confused by the alien’s truth said, “What do you want? I bury my husband.”

“We are so sorry, but we must help free each other.” Laya was too distraught and angry to accept her apology or offer. Bitterly she said, “What do you know of us. We are Brazons, not Troags—once proud and great warriors. Leave me in peace; I have no use for you. You have done enough harm.”

Sade’s overture rejected; she awoke to anxious questions. “I failed. Laya was too grief-stricken to hear my words. She was dreaming about Nogaa’s burial, blaming us for his death. She called them Brazons, not Troags.” Sade crawled into the protection of their circle and fell into a rueful sleep while they sat glumly, trying to overcome their trauma.

Jill said, “There’s no way around this crap; we have to deal with it.” Ali entreated, “Where do we begin?”

Mad snarled, “Let’s chop off his hellish tentacles. That’s a good start.”

“Yes, but blind rage can only lead to our downfall. We must outsmart him,” Jill implored.

“Yeah, but what a catharsis,” Mad insisted.

Lyn said, “All I know is I am scared like never before. I never knew fear until now. It is paralyzing. How do we conquer the archetype of death? We’ve never faced anything like this, and innocent lives lay dead in our wake.”

Ali in a stirring voice said, “Lyn, you’re right, but our quest did not kill Nogaa—Garlig did. We all feel guilt by association, but we cannot blame ourselves for Garlig’s atrocities. The greater good is at stake here. We did not ask for Garlig’s monstrous life—he inflicted it on us. We must stand united; otherwise, we are lost, and hate and evil will rule us. Regardless of what has happened, our hearts are pure; only Garlig is stained with blood.”

Lyn said, “Ali, you have the heart of a lion and the spirit of an angel.” The Stargirls sat facing each other in their healing circle while Sade slept at its sacred center. Physical closeness and touch were essential to help mend their wounded minds. Being able to touch each other gave them some sense of security and reality.

Jill said, “I’m worried. Garlig boasts we are his slaves.” Ali moaned, “It makes me sick.”

Mad growled, “Sick—it enrages me.”

Lyn said, “He believes nothing can stop him, and we will do his will.”

The thought terrified Ali. “Do you think he can?”

“I think he’ll find a way.” Lyn’s truthful admission alarmed them. Mad said, “You can’t be serious?”

“I wish I weren’t, but his power seems boundless. I am not hopeless but as close as you can come without crossing the line of no return. Once we surrender our will; it is all over. He will do with us as he pleases.”

Jill blurted, “What if he says he will butcher one of us if we don’t do as he commands?”

“Your question goes to the heart of our dilemma,” Lyn said.

Mad, fuming, said, “I don’t want to hurt anyone, but I’m not going to let any of you be tortured or killed. Till my dying breath, I will stop him.”

“Your words speak for all of us,” Jill said.

Ali unflinchingly said, “I can accept my own death; faced with your death, I would do whatever Garlig ordered to save you. Forgive me, but what else can we do?”

Jill said. “Focus on his weakness.” “His god complex,” Mad declared.

Lyn said, “Right, pretend to be his slaves to buy us precious time.” Ali said, “But what about his Master Aagaa . . . what is his name?” “Aagaatar—let’s hope Garlig takes us to him before he kills us. We might find a way out.” They felt their soul-searching ease their shame and guilt, giving them hope—hope crushed by spine-chilling laughter and Garlig’s cruel voice. “Torture-time will tell.”

Jill grimaced, obsessing over how they could defeat a Goliath.

Gloria Rising pgs. 56-58

AUTOMATIC LETTER 44
Wednesday night

Dear Adam,
Thanks for gently turning us around, we were trapped – in an emotional
dead end – stuck in an emotional trap like a wild frightened animal,
intense feelings of humiliation, shame, grief, anger, hate, helplessness, and hopelessness the little girl felt – she wanted to die. Emotions need to come
out but not bursting like a dam to drown us.
Now, I’m in a state of relaxation after having several nightmares – one
dream started out to be beautiful. I was with little Gloria and we were in
the children’s ward of a hospital when a nurse met us and led us down the
hall to what seemed an empty room – then we saw a basket like crib and the
nurse lifted a small baby wrapped in a blanket and she place the baby into
little Gloria’s arms. Gloria held the infant as if she were holding a great
treasure and tenderly touched its cheek – there was no separation between
her and the child – they were one – and her arms closed around it. She
looked at me as if unable to explain her feelings of bliss and joy – no words
were adequate for the sensations of that moment but I knew how joyful she
felt – the child was an object of love and he had a mission in life – to draw
out love and care, to make people gentle toward him – towards each other.
Little Gloria, sat in a rocker, and no sooner had the rocking commenced
than the baby’s eyes opened. The brown eyes looked straight at her and in
miraculous transformation melted in a conspiratorial smile as mouth tilted
and cheeks spread with new found happiness – gurgling the baby grabbed
little Gloria’s finger – she didn’t stand a chance. She fell in love with a little
baby and that baby knew it. It could be said that God was in that baby asking
to be loved because as Christ said, “Whatever you do to the least of my
little ones you do to me.” I felt very happy as I watched little Gloria rocking
that small bundle in her arms (knowing it was Joshua – her sister’s baby,
she could not resist – knowing he innocently had helped her love again) – if
I had known the nightmare that was to follow – well that’s another dream
and I’ll keep it separate from this one.

Same night – Wednesday

Hi again,
I’ll attempt to tell you of another dream we had tonight – it was
about Gloria but I knew I was dreaming it too. I found myself in an
almost featureless wilderness – a land of snow and ice. I lost Gloria that is one minute she was there – the next I was alone, scared, frightened
but strangely excited by the solitude and bleakness of my surroundings. I
sensed that some great secret lay just out of sight – I was a little upset too
because I felt if I discovered this secret, I’d be doing so at deadly peril –
snow swirled all around me – it became difficult to see ahead of me farther
than a few feet away – suddenly someone appeared out of the whiteness.
I didn’t recognize the person but the person seemed to know me – then
I could see that it was a man very tall and thin, and he held something
like a large circle in his hands and this circle had lines radiating from the
center of it like the spokes of a wheel. Then Gloria appeared next to him
and though she appeared like herself at first then I noticed that she had
a large single eye and her two little eyes besides – it was all very strange.
The man and Gloria beckoned that I was to follow them but I began to
feel numb and drowsy and I just let myself drop in the snow – something
was dragging me down. I heard Gloria yelling, “Wait – wait,” but a tiny
voice whispered, “This is where it ends and it doesn’t matter very much
after all,” and then the white snow turned gray and the gray turned to
black – then just as I was really beginning to relax I felt myself mysteriously
drawn up – pulled out by my wrists and I was a little girl again – too
little to understand but still I knew what was being said to me – that my
sister was down there and it was somehow my fault. The “Other” said so.
I knew I had done something terribly wrong and the sister had died and someone
was very angry at me – that was why he came into the room at night and the
blows would fall. I knew that someone had told me never to disobey again
or something terrible would happen – and I did disobey only once – what
happened? Something – terrible.
I’d better come out of this dream – something seems to be twisting
itself around my neck making it hard to breathe. I’m taking deep breathes
now (just like you told me to) and I’m okay. We’ll talk about it some other
time okay?

Gloria’s Helper

Gloria Rising pgs. 66-68

AUTOMATIC LETTER 51

Wednesday night

Dear Adam,
I’m in a relaxed, tranquil mood because I forced myself to visualize and
moved myself to picture someone walking across a field and in that scene I
didn’t recognize the person but I sensed he was a friend. As he came closer,
I saw he was a beautiful person because he lifted up his head and he called
out and ran toward me. His arms opened to receive me and it was a very comforting moment because it was Jesus and He told me He loved me.
Since then I’m in that silent, peaceful field and I know that someday Gloria
and I will have a peace centered heart and mind.
I’ve told you this because I want you to know that earlier tonight I was
as depressed as I thought a person could be. Then Gloria got a telephone call
from Taylor and believe me it was revealed to both of us what depression
really is like if a person doesn’t care to try to get help. I won’t go into the conversation
because it’s too personal about Taylor but no matter how many
times Gloria advised him to see a therapist or whoever could help him. She
got one reply, “Tell me you love me.” He’s seeing a Veteran’s doctor and
getting medication etc. but he has to wait another month before going to
see him again. He’ll never make it – anyway, after an hour’s talk – well I
don’t even want to say anymore on the subject of Taylor, it’s too discouraging
to hear a person who could get help and yet just lets himself go.
It did open our eyes to our own attitude though, because when Gloria
admitted to a depression well it was the same as when she tried to talk to
Taylor tonight and the memories of her husband’s depressions and the
years of hell that went with it – discouraged us more than we’ve ever been
discouraged in our life. This was before the discussion with Taylor.
Now, I’m remembering all you said that Gloria’s depression needn’t be
like her husband’s and I can guarantee you that it will never reach the point
that Taylor is in either because we won’t permit it too – most important of
all, we’re very lucky, we have you and we’re going to help you all the way. So
never mind how we act during our sessions, just know that we are going to
change whatever attitudes or whatever needs to be changed to get Gloria
well again. Any suggestions will be appreciated.

Hi again,
To get to tonight’s dream – it’s very vivid and I have no idea what it
means but I’ll tell you about it as fast as I can. Something happened to me in
this dream tonight. I became angry as soon as I saw Gloria coming toward
me because this time, there she was walking slowly toward me, with her three
eyes and (get this) an extra ear on the right side of her head – she was smiling and this made me even more angry and I said, “What’s with the extra ear, do
we need more trouble?” She just smiled and said, “The better to hear you
with, my dear,” and the eye is saying, “The better for you to see with my dear.”
I kept looking at her and she was getting shorter and smaller and I was
remembering our childhood. I was running like a wild animal set free from
a cage and actions of pictures were flashing in front of my eyes – I saw the
stabbing, the hurt, gasping noises – hate for someone grabbing long hair
pulling a head backward – flicking the ash of his cigarette, holding it close
to the throat – eyes wild with fear – and hate again as he gently touched
the glowing coal against tender skin a scream of pain and laughter – again
laughter and this time the laughing maniac slowly ground the cigarette
out on the mouth deliberately forcing it between clenched cracked lips –
a small chin quivers slightly as a parched tongue runs across blisters in
a feeble attempt to get rid of the ash and shreds of tobacco which clings
to them – again and again the head is held backwards – screams of fear –
throat making noises like sandpaper scraped over screen wire- grinded cigarettes
pressed against the neck over and over – screams of pain, terror till
someone faints from pain – is untied and slumps to the floor in the dirt and
cobwebs – curses – loud voices – kicking but no more screams. I hurried
over this because I’m afraid of the emotions I feel and besides I still remember
tonight how Gloria woke up saying, “I’m not afraid! I’m not afraid!”
There will be more dreams but they will be recalled – so don’t you give
up on us – thank you and God bless you for being here. Getting very tired
now so time to go back to Fun Dreamland and the Jolly Green Giant.

Gloria’s Helper

Gloria Rising: pgs. 64-65

AUTOMATIC LETTER 49

Wednesday night
Dear Adam,

I’m trying to get down the dreams of tonight before I forget – one
started out where a small child is standing alone on a mountain – he’s
looking all around and is frightened – he’s lost his way and all he is surrounded
by are cliffs and rocks – but something bright, very bright draws
his attention.
It’s a large eye – and the eye speaks, “one-out – two-out – three-out,”
already the child is calmer. The eye continues, “six-out – seven-out – I
haven’t let you down yet – nine-out – ten-out.” The child becomes the
image of Gloria. She looks around like she’s exploring – memorizing.
“You never know when an experience like this will be useful,” the eye
says, “no experience is ever wasted.” Then the eye becomes smaller and
comes nearer and closer to Gloria and attaches itself in the center of her
forehead.
Gloria is saying to herself, “Nothing is ever so bad that I can’t take
some kind of action,” and she begins to take steps down the mountain –
falling – picking herself up. I’m watching thinking I should help but it
doesn’t seem the thing to do – suddenly an arrow comes right above Gloria’s
head and keeps right on going – have no idea where it came from – but it
doesn’t hurt Gloria – just keeps shooting way up towards the heavens – as I
turn from watching the arrow to look for Gloria – I don’t see her at all – till
I hear her talking to someone way down (how she got there I don’t know)
but there she is standing on the opposite shore of a wide view and she’s talking to her parents standing on the opposite shore – I can’t hear what
Gloria is saying but I hear the parents clearly saying, “No, no you mustn’t
cross over, remember you can’t swim, don’t even try, no no!”
This is where I woke up, but the dream is still so vivid especially the
fear in the parent’s voice. So much for this dream – it’s been one busy night.
Another dream had to do with five children taking a ride on a toboggan –
Gloria is steering the toboggan going down a steep hill she’s heading
toward the left when this high, tall, slim person appears and looks at the
third eye on Gloria’s forehead – takes a hold of the reigns of the toboggan
and swiftly turns it to the right and leaves Gloria saying something like a
promise that he would be with her always – and I woke up still wondering
where this tall person came from. So much for tonight.

Gloria’s Helper

NOTE:
The manifestation of mysterious and heavenly resources begin to appear
in Gloria’s nightmares to help her—an angel or very tall thin man and an
all-seeing mystical eye.

Gloria Rising pgs. 62-64

AUTOMATIC LETTER 48

Sunday night

Dear Adam,

I’d better put down dreams just had before I forget the whole thing.
One was a weird experience – a child is looking for his mother and she
is nowhere to be found but while she walks around searching, she meets
several other people and each of these people ask for directions – the child
points to different streets and they go along but always leave before she has
a chance to ask where his mother is.
Then something strange happens, the child sees a volcano and coming
from there is what looks like an angel. He’s running toward the child, he
approaches and tells her not to be worried and put his hand out toward the child’s forehead and tells her, “Well look at you! Now you have three eyes.”
I am looking at the child, I see Gloria and she really has three eyes – one
in the middle of her forehead. The volcano erupts and we’re running but
the fire doesn’t seem to come our way – I see a house and I grab Gloria
and head for it – there’s a golden key in the door and it turns easily but
slowly – it is filled with a family – I look at them, children, parents, and
others and Gloria starts to talk to someone she calls “mother” – her mother
tells her, “I have always loved you, I still do,” and Gloria answers, “Do you
know I love you too?” The mother says, “Yes, my child, you have proved it
always.” – there the dream focuses on others in the family – I try to come
to understand the specific needs of each member of this family and to
accommodate the need as well as it is possible – Gloria is helping me and
others start to help us – when a child cries someone is there to hold his
hand, to hug him or talk with him; when a child stumbles someone always
comes to help him up – when he mourns someone mourns with him –
there is immense comfort in this group of people – a social order and we
know that this caring is helping them to survive – it’s a good feeling – till
we hear footsteps approaching the house – everyone is saying things like,
“Don’t worry,” – “Don’t be afraid,” – hammering fists against the door –
kicking – shouting – the door stays closed. I see Gloria – she still has her
three eyes and strangely there is fear in two eyes only – I am petrified with
fear – the door opens and someone walks up to Gloria, yanks her to her
feet and drags her into the yard, saying, “Next time you’ll remember not to
put ideas into children’s heads – cry, mourn, laugh – well I’ll teach you,” –
he’s carrying Gloria (who is never a little child herself) under his arm like
a sack of grain. He’s striding across the dark yard to the pigeon house – he
fumbles with the lock, opens the door and yells, “Inside, you can stay with
the birds until you learn to obey me.”
The strangest thing happens all I can see of Gloria are her eyes flashing
and there’s fear in two eyes but one (the third eye) is twinkling and
winks at me – this is where I start to feel “it’s all over” – and then I’m in that
pigeon house – hammering my fists against the door – frantically shouting and screaming and suddenly the shack is filled with the sound of frightened
birds slamming against me.
I don’t want to remember any more of this dream- too many emotions
that I’m not sure of are going on in me – will talk to you later – help, please.

Gloria’s Helper 

Gloria Rising pgs. 56-58

AUTOMATIC LETTER 44
Wednesday night

Dear Adam,

Thanks for gently turning us around, we were trapped – in an emotional
dead end – stuck in an emotional trap like a wild frightened animal,
with intense feelings of humiliation, shame, grief, anger, hate, helplessness, and hopelessness the little girl felt – she wanted to die. Emotions need to come
out but not bursting like a dam to drown us.
Now, I’m in a state of relaxation after having several nightmares – one
dream started out to be beautiful. I was with little Gloria and we were in
the children’s ward of a hospital when a nurse met us and led us down the
hall to what seemed an empty room – then we saw a basket like crib and the
nurse lifted a small baby wrapped in a blanket and she place the baby into
little Gloria’s arms. Gloria held the infant as if she were holding a great
treasure and tenderly touched its cheek – there was no separation between
her and the child – they were one – and her arms closed around it. She
looked at me as if unable to explain her feelings of bliss and joy – no words
were adequate for the sensations of that moment but I knew how joyful she
felt – the child was an object of love and he had a mission in life – to draw
out love and care, to make people gentle toward him – towards each other.
Little Gloria, sat in a rocker, and no sooner had the rocking commenced
than the baby’s eyes opened. The brown eyes looked straight at her and in
miraculous transformation melted in a conspiratorial smile as mouth tilted
and cheeks spread with new found happiness – gurgling the baby grabbed
little Gloria’s finger – she didn’t stand a chance. She fell in love with a little
baby and that baby knew it. It could be said that God was in that baby asking
to be loved because as Christ said, “Whatever you do to the least of my
little ones you do to me.” I felt very happy as I watched little Gloria rocking
that small bundle in her arms (knowing it was Joshua – her sister’s baby,
she could not resist – knowing he innocently had helped her love again) – if
I had known the nightmare that was to follow – well that’s another dream
and I’ll keep it separate from this one.

Same night – Wednesday

Hi again,
I’ll attempt to tell you of another dream we had tonight – it was
about Gloria but I knew I was dreaming it too. I found myself in an
almost featureless wilderness – a land of snow and ice. I lost Gloria that is one minute she was there – the next I was alone, scared, frightened
but strangely excited by the solitude and bleakness of my surroundings. I
sensed that some great secret lay just out of sight – I was a little upset too
because I felt if I discovered this secret, I’d be doing so at deadly peril –
snow swirled all around me – it became difficult to see ahead of me farther
than a few feet away – suddenly someone appeared out of the whiteness.
I didn’t recognize the person but the person seemed to know me – then
I could see that it was a man very tall and thin, and he held something
like a large circle in his hands and this circle had lines radiating from the
center of it like the spokes of a wheel. Then Gloria appeared next to him
and though she appeared like herself at first then I noticed that she had
a large single eye and her two little eyes besides – it was all very strange.
The man and Gloria beckoned that I was to follow them but I began to
feel numb and drowsy and I just let myself drop in the snow – something
was dragging me down. I heard Gloria yelling, “Wait – wait,” but a tiny
voice whispered, “This is where it ends and it doesn’t matter very much
after all,” and then the white snow turned gray and the gray turned to
black – then just as I was really beginning to relax I felt myself mysteriously
drawn up – pulled out by my wrists and I was a little girl again – too
little to understand but still I knew what was being said to me – that my
sister was down there and it was somehow my fault. The “Other” said so.
I knew I had done something terribly wrong and the sister had died and someone
was very angry at me – that was why he came into the room at night and the
blows would fall. I knew that someone had told me never to disobey again
or something terrible would happen – and I did disobey only once – what
happened? Something – terrible.
I’d better come out of this dream – something seems to be twisting
itself around my neck making it hard to breathe. I’m taking deep breathes
now (just like you told me to) and I’m okay. We’ll talk about it some other
time okay?
Gloria’s Helper