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ee. Shulon.


I am Trainman.



The Shulon tribe is off limits to me. To enter the Shulon, or be seen by them would likely mean my immediate death; my head on a wooden stake. But with Oil Rag as a traveling companion, I may have a pass to Shulon. My goal? To warn the Shulon of impending destruction. My commission. From Adam to Cain; his descendants. They have little or no knowledge of truth since Cain was ostracized from the land of Eden and wandered the land of Nod; to Shulon. The stronghold of Enoch. The Enoch of Cain. Not the Enoch of Jared. Jared prophesied, Cain, will meet his end here.[1]


The real mysteries of Shulon were underground. After Cain’s death, and into the future, (although my past,) and after the antediluvian world, the sons of God went into obscurity. Underground Atlantis. A slow reconstruction of the new Shulon. Oil Rag tells me that the first to rediscover the sons of God after the chaos of the antediluvian world was Plato. Although the dry ground societies took it as lore. The Atlantis story had a considerable impact in utopian works of Renaissance writers, Bacon, More, 19th-century amateur scholars, but they misinterpreted Plato's historical account. The Antediluvian World less than 9,000 years before had become merely a byword by the time my modern generation emerged. That's the way the sons of God preferred it. In my generation, the sons of God reside under the strait of Gibraltar. The advancements they’ve made pale the ancient means. Can the resistance ever spawn? Or, are we doomed to eternal exploitation?


Oil Rag traveled with me to Shulon. This is the article of that travel.


By, Trainman.



No Pedigree.


                I collected my spear and hatchet from the fireside where I ran from that giant. The Nephilim. Dead. Arrows still in his body. Three times my size, this giant could crush me with one blow. His body would lay there in decay until the carrion beetle consumed it. The essence remained. Departed. Immortal.

                We traveled for nearly the whole day and came to the edge of a clearing. All vegetation had been removed. The land was stripped of anything green. This was terrain unlike anything I’d never seen before. It was clearly another world. The pathways were lined by borders of stone, bone, and lava. Huge bones. Giants. Teeth and horns; melded into foreign smooth rock were positioned at the entrance to some stony domes structures. Domes that appeared to be living quarters or some habitation for a society of some kind. I don’t know for sure. Much more sturdy and advanced over the reed huts I’d become accustomed to. Was this the land of Cain?

                “What are all these domes?”

                Oil Rag paused at an apparent entrance to this stronghold. “Quiet.”    

                I saw no people. No guards. No Shulon warriors. No movement. I listened. A faint chant. Cymbals. Drums. Rhythmic claps.

                Oil Rag explained in a whisper. “Over there. In that dome. They are all in that dome. Likely celebrating the death of that Nephilim.”

                “The Shulon are enemies of the Nephilim?”

                “Some of them. Not all of them. The Nephilim mind often deteriorates and they become violent. They become outcasts. They are then hunted.”

                “Semyaz? He is here?”

                Shaking his head, Oil Rag answers, “Semyaz is an Overlord to the Shulon. As am I.” All of us are.”

                The chanting gets louder from inside the dome.

                Oil Rag continues. “We control the wild beasts. At times, we can even control the Nephilim. We exploit the Shulon women at will. We do as we please here. We are overlords.”

                “What of the men?”

                “We control them. They fear and respect us. Although physically stronger than us, we gave them the knowledge to be warriors. We taught them to make weapons of bronze and iron. We taught them many skills. The flute of Griffon. They respect us. They fear us. They worship us. We are as gods to them.”

                “What of me?”

                “They would kill you on sight.”

                “That’s comforting.”


                “…Right beside you, Oil Rag.”

                As we draw closer to the noisy dome along the unguarded path, the chants grow louder. The drums. An aroma lingers. A sweet smell. A whiff; something of a trailing presence across our path. I recognize it as a spirit. It wasn’t following us. It just crossed our path.

                At the entrance to the dome, a curtain of leather string and bones veils the ceremony inside. There is incense. There is a wooden stake and there is a head on that stake. I see smoke. Bones on the dirt floor. Scattered bamboo stalks with a bone-like bowl attached. Inside the bowl is some sort of ceramic paraphernalia. A pipe. Those are pipes.

                We enter the dome. A group of perhaps fifty men are inside. Many actively dance. A few with flutes. Many with beads and drums. A Shulon warrior takes my arm; immediately violent. Oil Rag places his hands on the warrior and the warrior falls to his knees. He utters protest and then apology in an unknown language at me but complies with no further aggression. I understand by intuition. The chanting stops. The drums, the cymbals; everything stops. There is silence in the dome.

                Oil Rag enters the dome and I follow to the center of it. Likely fifty Shulon warriors bow in fear or reverence. They bow to Oil Rag as we move to the center of the dome where there is an altar and incense burning. All the warriors remain silent. I see bones on the dirt floor. Rugs of reed bordered with beads. Various pieces of headgear litter the perimeter of the round room, but mostly bones. Everywhere.

                Oil Rag speaks in an unknown tongue to the warriors and by implication; pointing at me, he is warning them that if any harm comes to me they will die. I kew this by intuition. Now… That’s comforting.

                After a brief moment, Oil Rag raises his hands to the air and a curtain of flame surrounds him. White hot and white smoke. A cloud of swirls. Smoke. Pure white smoke. The flame disperses and Oil Rag is gone. I’m left standing there alone with a clan of Shulon warriors. My commission? To educate them on the wicked deception of the overlords. Where to begin? How?

                The Watchers and the rebelling angels. Now… I don’t speak their language. I am their enemy by indoctrination. They’ve been raised in a shroud of darkness. They’re an exploited population. Manipulated. Groomed. Their offspring by exploitation are Nephilim. This race has been ostracized since the murder of Abel, their Great Uncle. Adam failed his first mission. The Shulon are the result of that failure. They’ve never known Adam. How do I reach these people?

                After a very uncomfortable eternity of staring, the warriors return to their chants and drumbeats. I remain an awkward-standing observer. Unclear on how I should integrate into this festival; or if I should. If I could. I will not.

                Three Shulon women enter the dome. …They have promiscuous smiles and sparkling eyes. …They are wearing stunning robes of the sheerest material and they are coming for me. Two of them take my hands and the third motions for me to exit with them. So without protest, I comply. They take me to the wall of the dome near the back. There is a cutaway. A dark room of silence. Stairs. Downward stairs. A spiral staircase along the perimeter. No light. Then one candle on the wall. Spiral stairs narrowing. The steps have a blue hue to them. No more candles. Just soft blue light from the steps. The click clack of heals on the steps from the three women is all I hear. I need to feel my way down the stairway and guess at the steps as they turn blue as I reach them. There’s a stair rail of uneven sanded wood that helps a lot in the dark downward travel. I perceive several flights of stairs going down. But no exit. I feel faint.

                I see red. Red cloth everywhere. On the walls. Soft red cloth, like velvet. Candles with a red glow. Cloth and candles. The women release me at the base of the stairs and fade into darkness. “Semyaz?”

                I see him. I know it’s him.

                I am pushed, propelled, and drawn by an invisible force to sit on red carpet and pillows of velvet at the feet of this man. By intuition, I understand it is he who thinks of himself as a god. To many, he is.

                As if he knows my thoughts, he proclaims his preferred destiny for my sake. 6.7. “These are the names of the Shulon leaders: And I, Semyaza, who is their leader. Urakiba, Ramiel, Kokabiel, Tamiel, Ramiel, Daniel, Ezeqiel, Baraqiel, Asael, Armaros, Ananel, Zaqiel, Samsiel, Satael, Turiel, Yomiel, Araziel.”[2]

                “I did not mention Nomvikeli. Your companion who led you to me. He is of the Runaways. And not a leader of them.”


                6.3. And Semyaza, who is their leader, said to them, “I fear that you may not wish this deed to be done and that I alone will pay for this great sin… And they all answer me and said, ‘Let us all swear an oath, and bind one-another with curses, so not to alter this plan, but to carry out this plan effectively.’ Then they all swore together and all bound one another with curses to it. And they were, in all, two hundred and they came down on Ardis, which is the summit of Mount Hermon. And they called the mountain Hermon because on it they swore and bound one another with curses.”[3]

                “This oath binds them to this day, Enoch.”

                “You will write this interference.”

                “And so they did exploit. For purpose. Our purpose.”

                6.8. “These are the leaders of the two hundred Angels and of all the others with them.[4] And they took wives for themselves and everyone chose for himself one each. And they began to go into them and were promiscuous with them. And they taught them charms and spells, and they showed them the cutting of roots and trees. And they became pregnant and bore large giants. And their height was three thousand cubits.”

                7.3. “These devoured all the toil of men; until men were unable to sustain them. And the giants turned against them in order to devour men. And they began to sin against birds, and against animals, and against reptiles, and against fish, and they devoured one another's flesh, and drank the blood from it. Then the Earth complained about the lawless ones.”

                “Of the Shulon warriors,” Semyaza continues, 8.1. “Azazel taught men to make swords, and daggers, and shields, and breastplates. And he showed them the things after these, and the art of making them; bracelets, and ornaments, and the art of making up the eyes, and of beautifying the eyelids, and the most precious stones, and all kinds of coloured dyes. And the world was changed. And there was great impiety, and much fornication, and they went astray, and all their ways became corrupt. Amezarak taught all those who cast spells and cut roots, Armaros the release of spells, and Baraqiel astrologers, and Kokabiel portents, and Tamiel taught astrology, and Asradel taught the path of the Moon. And at the destruction of men they cried out; and their voices reached Heaven.”[5]

                “And now. …You. Enoch. You want to turn the eyes of the Shulon warrior to your God? I am their god. I am the cause. The purpose. The result.”

                “I conducted you here. We abducted you. We taught you the written language of the angels. We taught you with a purpose. Appeal for us.”

                “Change what you have written. Undo what you have done. I took you from that train. I brought you here to repair what Enoch has broken”

                My reply came quickly to Semyaza. I sensed the presents of many dark angels and many sons of God nearby listening to this conversation. “Where is Oil Rag?

                There was no answer.

                I continued. “I cannot repair what Enoch has done. Nothing is broken and in need of repair. You, Semyaza, simply want to alter the consequences for your actions. Enoch recorded history. Not I. …Here it is. It has already been done, Semyaza. Let me repeat Enoch’s words. As I am Trainman; whom you pulled from the future.”

                12.1[6] “And so Enoch disappeared and none of the sons of men knew where I was hidden, where I was, or what had happened. And all my doings were with the Holy Ones, and with the Watchers, in those days. And I Enoch, was blessing the Great Lord and the King of Eternity. And behold, the Watchers called to me - Enoch the scribe - and said to me: "Enoch, scribe of righteousness. Go and inform the Watchers of Heaven, who have left the High Heaven and the Holy Eternal Place, and have corrupted themselves with women, and have done as the sons of men do and have taken wives for themselves, and have become completely corrupt on the earth.”

                12.5. “They will have on Earth, neither peace, nor forgiveness of sin, for they will not rejoice in their sons. The slaughter of their beloved ones they will see; and over the

destruction of their sons they will lament and petition forever. But they will have neither mercy nor peace.”

                And Enoch said to Azazel: "You will not have peace. A

severe sentence has come out against you that you should be bound. And you will have neither rest nor mercy, nor the granting of any petitions, because of the wrong which you have taught, and because of all the works of blasphemy and wrong and sin which you have shown to the sons of men."

                And Enoch said to Azazel: “Now I speak to you. All together. And you are all afraid; fear and trembling seizes you. And you ask me to write out for you a record of petition? So that you might receive forgiveness, and to take a record of your petition up to the Lord in Heaven? For you are not able, from now on, to speak, and cannot raise your eyes to Heaven, out of shame for the sins, for which you have been condemned.”

                And Enoch said to Azazel: “And so I will write out the record of your petition, and your supplication in regard to your spirits, and the deeds of each one of them, and in regard to what they asked; that they should obtain absolution and forbearance.”

                “And I went and sat down by the waters of Dan, in Dan, which is southwest of Hermon; and I read out the record of their petition, until I fell asleep. And behold a dream came to me, and visions fell upon me, and I saw a vision of wrath; that I should speak to the sons of Heaven and reprove them.”

                “And I woke up and went to them, and they were all sitting gathered together as they mourned, in Ubelseyael, which is between Lebanon and Senir, with their faces covered.”

                13.10 “And I spoke in front of them all; the visions that I had seen in my sleep, and I began to speak these words to reprove the Watchers of Heaven.”

[1] Cain would be killed when his stone house falls upon him and he dies in the midst of his house. The Book of Jubilees. V.29. Translated Ethiopic Text. Intro. & notes by Charles, D.D.

[2] Paraphrasing from The Ethiopian Book of Enoch 6.7.

[3] Paraphrasing from The Ethiopian Book of Enoch 6.3 to 6.6.

[4] 6.3 to 7.3. Note: Verse 6.9 is missing from the text referenced from the authors copy of the Modern English Translation of the Ethiopian Book of Enoch with notes by Andy McCracken.”

[5] Paraphrasing from The Ethiopian Book of Enoch 8.1 to 8.4.

[6] Paraphrasing from The Ethiopian Book of Enoch 12.1 to 13.10.

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