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The Equinox Paradigm



By

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly


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© 2010-03-05



Chapter One



Suddenly alive.  487 years stuck in limbo, Karnos, a deity of extreme
perseverance to accomplish his sadistic objectives, had spent 487
years in limbo, banished there by Jaltar, a deity of Law and Order,
serving the Universal Spirit of Justice.  Karnos was pissed off, very
fucking pissed off, and swore traditional vengeance on Jaltar.  Jaltar
knew it was coming, though, and had arranged for Karnos new human form
to be limited to just that – humanity.  And sitting there, in the
darkness, he was suddenly alive, on a mountain overlooking a city,
something which felt like Australia, in human form, and suddenly very
thirsty.  Karnos had staggered down the mountain, come to a river, and
had drunk deeply, refreshing his soul and new body.  And then he had
lifted his hand to the skies and sworn vengeance upon Jaltar, and
destruction of his assembly, the Jaltarians.



He swam the river, came to a road, and gradually followed it up,
coming to the city limits.  He was naked, and as he came to a main
road he was honked by numerous cards.  He could eat plants, he knew
that, but he wanted finer foods, and would need an income.  He knew
English, the tongue of Australia, so made his way gradually up a road,
coming to an interesting looking building.  It looked like a bus
terminal.  He entered, coming up to a receptionist, who looked
embarrassed.

‘Shouldn’t you be wearing clothes,’ she said.

‘I don’t have any,’ replied Karnos.  ‘Is there a welfare centre
nearby?’

‘Oh, I see.  Well, Centrelink is just around the corner.  Look, I will
take you there.  You probably need help by the looks of it.’

‘Thanks,’ said Karnos.



5 minutes later, exiting the vehicle, the woman having given him a
skivvy and some pants, they came into the Centrelink office.  The lady
had told him they were in Tuggeranong in Canberra, and the current
year was 2562 CE.  He had inquired into his religion and found that
Tuggeranong had a Karnosian assembly in the suburb of Macarthur.  She
had attended once, also attending a number of new deity assemblies, as
was her habit.  He had also inquired about Jaltarism and found they
had an assembly in the district of Belconnen.  ‘Good’, he said to
himself.  It was always useful to know were your enemy was hiding.



The lady who helped him told him her name was ‘Rebecca Lyant’ and that
should he ever need help she was available.  He eyed her suspiciously,
expecting perhaps a potential enemy, but  thanked her thinking she was
likely innocent and unsuspecting.



He gave the centre a standard ‘I have lost my memory’ explanation, and
despite them putting his face through a face scanner to try and
identify him, they had no luck, so granted him a new ID which he chose
himself and put him on the standard living allowance, and granted him
a Government Unit in the centre of Greenway.  ‘Perfect’ he thought to
himself.  He would strike his enemy from there.



That afternoon he was taken to his unit, which already had furniture,
and was further taken by one of the Centrelink managers, following
protocols, to the main Hyperdome complex to be given various clothing
items, shoes and all the necessities for life.  The manager showed him
were all the shops were, gave him a debit card for his shopping needs,
and explained that if he ran out of food the St Vincent de Paul Centre
would always help him out.  ‘We are here to help, Marcus,’ said the
manager to Karnos in the new name he had chosen for himself.  ‘We are
a thriving community now and Tuggeranong has reached 2 million souls
just recently.  You can have a great and prosperous life here, and we
are a very caring community.  I do hope you find what you are looking
for.  ‘Yeh, well thanks’, responded Marcus, finding it quite nice to
have a kind word spoken, unlike the usual torments he had faced in his
gladiatorial deity wars.



Sitting in his apartment, looking out the window, there was a knock on
the door.  He opened it and ‘Rebecca’ stood there, holding a square
box.  ‘Can I come in, Marcus?’

‘Uh, sure.  What’s in the box?’

‘Pizza.  You’ll love it. Arnold’s is ancient, and they make simply
divine pizza’s.  Oh, and I brought a bottle of Coca Cola.  I love the
stuff.’

He looked at the coke and swore to himself.  Nearly  500 years and
they were still making Coca Cola – some things never change.



She put on a DVD she had brought, a music one of ‘Britney Spears’, who
was still living after over 500 years, so healthy had the diets of
society become and so lengthy the new life expectancies.  He was
surprised at that, but not too surprised.  Perhaps he also had a long
life here now as well.



After the songs had played for an hour or so, and they had finished
there pizza, she looked at him.  ‘Do you want to fuck, then?  I am
randy and you are cute.’

‘Sure,’ he said.  They went into the bedroom and she took off her
clothes and got onto the bed on all fours.  ‘Do me like a beast,
Marcus.  Give it to me you bad boy.’

He stripped off, his manhood standing at attention, and proceeded to
fuck her brains out.  It was totally exhilarating.



Having a cigarette after the action, she asked him a question.  ‘So
what is the plan, dude?  What are your goals.’

‘I have an enemy who vanquished me.  He must pay.’

‘Oh, so you do know who you are.’

‘Uh, oh.  Yeh.  But I don’t have a name here and I had no finances or
anything.  I’m not ripping you off.’

‘Ok.  I’ll take you at your word.  Well, do you want to fuck me a
lot.  I will stay with you if you do.  I like to fuck men, and you’re
hot.  What do you say?’

‘Fuck.  Okay.  Sounds good.’

‘I’ll go and get my stuff.  Be back in an hour or so.’

‘Seeya.’  He watched her go, realized he was hitched already, but
didn’t mind.  She was cute and would do as a girlfriend, but vengeance
was on his mind.



*   *   *   *   *



Sex every night for 7 straight weeks and Marcus had forgotten his
grudge.  Instead he was learning about traditional Paganism and the
‘Equinox Paradigm’.  The religion Rebecca followed.  And it was the
‘Equinox Paradigm’ which was to transform the life of a previously
decadent of heart deity of the universe.





Chapter Two



The preacher continued.  ‘For it is in ‘BALANCE’ that we find
harmony.  It is the completion of humanity, the centrepoint, the
fundamental axis and axiom of our lives.  For the extremes of the
solstices bring us to the passions of life, the heat and the cold, but
in the balance of the centrepoint, in the balance of the middle, in
the Equinox Paradigm, we find perfection of our hearts, minds and
soul.’  Marcus looked at the reaction to these words on Rebecca’s
face, and it summed it all up.  She was totally hooked.



Four hours later she was fucking him harder then ever, and then went
down on him and swallowed all his creamy load.  Fuck, she was randy,
he thought to himself.  If this was the ‘Equinox Paradigm’ let it keep
on coming.



*   *   *   *   *



It was when the Jaltarian entered the assembly that Marcus felt
stirred.  This kid, whoever he was, was his enemy.  He knew it
instantly.  The kid had a look about him, a spirit, which suggested
condemnation of the ‘Equinoxian’s’.  And Marcus would not abide that.



He came up to the kid, inquired into his name, found out that it was
‘Joel’, and suggested to him that this place probably wasn’t for him.
Joel gave him a funny look and left, something which said it all.  But
Marcus didn’t care – he knew a troublemaker when he saw one, and four
days later when Joel returned to give the assembly members a
‘Jaltarian’ flyer, Marcus knew what it had all been about.  But he was
over it, now.  He’d forgiven his enemy in his heart, as the way of the
Equinox taught him to do so, and let go of his grudge.  Joel was
simply young.  Young and naive, not understanding the fuller realities
of life.  He could speak to him, share his newly acquired wisdom but,
in the end, thought better of it.  You can’t teach an old dog new
tricks, a quiet voice whispered to his mind, and that was the end of
the issue.





Chapter Three



Marcus had 17 children with Rebecca before she left off bearing.  But
they stayed together anyway and ended up in the Lanyon valley.  The
‘Equinox Paradigm’ became central to his way of life, and every day he
studied the nature based texts to learn more and more of how to be
perfectly natural.  It summed up his whole life and, late one night,
his wife giving him an awesome blow job, he thanked the universal
spirit that things, in the end, had turned out for the best.





The End