« The Tesse in his Labyrinth » by Krasimir Dimovski (Excerpt)

Dynamic and saturated with twists and turns, « The Labor in Your Labyrinth » is a kind of continuation of the books « The girl who predicted the past » and « The Mermaid Hunter » and graduated from the thematic trilogy.

What will happen to humanity if it turns out that God is a girl? Is it appropriate to save the one who does not want to be saved? What is heard and why is it mortal for people? These questions come up with the Teze – a man ignorant, but with a sharp mind, and throw him into the maze of events.

Here’s the excerpt provided:

The silence took to thicken, I breathed them into them several times and I filled.

These silence turned my life. They turned him up, and his two heads hung up. Because my life is with a male body, for the female – I don’t know. Until then, I lived with the sun, and here – with a fog here, which was generally immersed. So I was planning to live. But the native suggests, and the silences have. These dense silence, from which we all appeared with crying and in which we then come home again, spoke with crying.

***

They have taken me one after the other through the millennium nine and fourth, after eighteenth May, at dawn, when evil enters us, with growl. It was the sun that had started to tickle me a morning of my thought.

They were like this:

The first silence – when the newcomers brought the mayor, and she was darkened by the horror that only her large breasts were lightened.

The third – when I found the diary and then the silent song penetrated me that no one else was able to.

The fourth – when I heard the girl’s scream, but then I didn’t know yet that the cry of horror and the cry of passion was the same.

The fifth – when that scary man writhing his lips silently like a fish, because the moans burned in his mouth from the coming of the flames he was on fire.

There were both sixth and seventh, but to stop here. They turned me over. And they pierced me. Kindness has leaked from one hole, and from the other there is malice.

***

I deliberately skipped the second silence, because when I look at them now, it seems to have become the most stainful for me. I’ll tell it, and then I’ll drive them in a row.

There was a quiet summer evening, a dagota! I came out to release a water, the fireflies are made on short stars in the dark, as if the cosmos came down to my yard, I felt great and I had a jet, to sound that feeling.

And between the boom, I heard some deaf wheezing.

They passed in a growl, then to Divine, to dizziness, suppressed, as if it were coming from under the water. I looked around, it was not from the space that I have come from me, it came from farther. I climbed onto the fence to see from above, my gaze went over the tiles, reached the roof of the church, covered with moss tickles, crawled on the bell tower and stopped.

Maley!

The tin cube, painted in ocher, shone like gold, and on the metal cross above it, reinforced with several arms, was crucified. The moon hangs from above, as a halo, dusts a mysterious light all over the temple, only the spread silhouette blue.

I sluggled and crossed myself.

Jesus had come, there, I say, is the second coming, but why did he respect our church, not some cathedral.

I ran there and as I approached, my whole biblicalism turned:

Christ was a woman!

She was crucified, her white skirt picked up around the hips, just like Jesus’ clothes, her hands fastened to the Iron Cross, her breasts shone out, and her bare feet were torn, as if she were trying to fertilize her with some new faith.

His faith, I say, will turn out that the Savior is female, so he cannot appease this world, who has fear of fust!

Just in case, I was crossing again, but my collected fingers were frozen: now the temple was sunk in the bruise, and her body was glowing, and I distinguished her towel -affixed mouth. From there, these chopped wheezes came, blown it in the front, and wore in the night silence, strained by the towel.

The horror fighhened me, I barely broke to run back, shook home and shook me.

It wasn’t until I was the courage to look at the cube again, it played with the sun’s rays, only one shoulder of the cross was pledged.

This female Christ had come to light!

There was no trace … and then I thought I had a vision that I had moved. But it turned out that after that night, all the little humanity between the mound and the mound, which remained mainly female, had moved.

***

It was the great silence that turned me over. It struck all my thinking, it began to rotate very slowly through my cavities and break them, separately.

We will have to, I say to save the Savior. Maley!