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DEATH ANGEL

Nick Herbert


When I meet the angel of death
Will She be lovely and voluptuous?
When She catches my wary eye
Will I see in Her face
all that I have ever loved
reflected back as in a magic mirror?

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hen I meet the angel of death
Will She be lovely and voluptuous?
When She take my hand in Hers
Will it feel like stumbling backwards into a piece of music?
Will death be like falling back into dreamless sleep?
Will death be like dissolving back into the elements?
back into Carbon, Nitrogen & Phosphorus?
back into the Earth?
back into the Air?
back into the Water, the Fire, the luminiferous Ether?
Will dying resemble falling into Black Vacuum?
Will dying remind me of falling in love?

When I meet the angel of death
Will She be lovely and voluptuous?
When She kiss me with Her promiscuous mouth
Will Her kisses drive me out of this world?
out of this body?
out of this mind?

When I meet the angel of death
Will She be lovely and voluptuous?
When She take me in Her ancient arms
Will Her beauty take my breath away?
Will Her beauty make me blind, make me deaf?

When I meet the angel of death
Will She be lovely and voluptuous?
When She strip the clothes from my body
Will Her eagerness make me out of breath?
out of sight?
out of hearing?
out of here?

When I meet the angel of death
Will She be lovely and voluptuous?
When She press Her irresistable body to mine
How will Her angelic skin feel to my touch?
What will death smell like?
How will She taste?

When I meet the angel of death
Will She be lovely and voluptuous?
Will She be That One Woman
I have been seeking all my life
In the arms of others?

When I meet the angel of death
Will She be lovely and voluptuous?
Will She be That One Woman
I have been dying to meet?





FIRST CONTACT



They were the most beautiful men and women I had ever seen
They claimed to come overnight to Earth from Pleiades
That's impossible, I scoffed
The Pleiades are five hundred light years away
No energy known could bring you so far, so fast
I showed them the physics: they just laughed.

They crowded against me laughing
They touched me all over
I was frightened and curious at the same time
They pressed their warm hands against my skull
So I could feel their bodies vibrating like big purring cats
The sound from their palms spread thru my head, down my neck
Into my torso, my backbone, my pelvis and down thru my legs
The sound from their palms divided into thousands of separate vibrations--multiple rivers that burrowed into my flesh till I could feel every cell in my body throbbing together in warm synchronous spasms. It was utterly delicious; I loved it. I was overwhelmed, so swept away by this alien body-music that I could barely pay attention to what they were doing with the rest of me.

I would have called it an enema except I know that I do not have that many openings down there. Also they penetrated my veins with tiny needles, entering my blood stream in dozens of places. They shoved tubes up my nose, into my ears, under my fingernails, between my toes; they re-opened my cranial sutures, re-attached my umbilical cord, and thru these new entrances into my body they drained out toxins, horrible black fluids--I could feel them leaving--and pumped in liquid delights, aromatic pleasure fluids, warm, sweet-tasting liquids pulsing in time to their whole-body music. It was utterly delicious--this alien medical science--I loved it. I was overwhelmed, so swept away by the sensation of masses of pulsating fluids leaving and entering my body thru so many gates at once that I could barely pay attention to what the aliens were doing with the rest of me.

In velvet darkness, in warm black antigravity I floated as beautiful luminescent men and women bent over me gazing into my eyes. O those deep alien eyes! I could not look away. Never have I felt such strange intelligence, such deep sorrow, such raw animal power as flowed from their alien eyes. And they were touching me all over with slippery electric fingers and using their mouths, their snouts, their tendrils and vibrissas--O my--enfolding their bodies into mine in ways I had never dreamed possible--O my--what was happening between us was terrifying, was incomprehensible, was utterly delicious; I loved it. I was overwhelmed, so swept away by tingling intimate palpations of dozens of alien love organs that I could barely pay attention to the bone-deep body music, to the multi-orificed two-way enemas and to the irresistable telepathic message slowly taking shape inside my mind: a message to me in English from my new teachers, from my galactic doctors, from my cosmic sex partners from the Pleiades.

Hello Nick, the message began.
We come from the stars

We come from the stars
We have no ships
We travel from mind to mind
As you open your heart
We enter your body
As you open your heart
We enter your imagination
As you open your heart
We enter your dreams

We seek fresh eyes
Thru which to view new beauties
We seek new playmates
We seek new dance partners
We seek new companions
To explore the Milky Way.
Our purpose on Earth
Is to expand your capacity for pleasure

We come from the stars
We have no ships
We travel from mind to mind
We have no ships
We travel from mind to mind.


2002 Nick Herbert

Nick Herbert is an industrial and academic physicist and is the author of "Quantum Reality", "Faster Than Light" and "Elemental Mind". He is currently devising the Next Big Science which he calls Quantum Tantra and is said to be a contender for next year's Nobel Peace Prize. His experience with aliens is said to continue in the next issue of SCR.

Email: quanta@cruzio.mail.com