The Serpentine Certainine Part Two

Written By: Adam Certainine

I wonder if, as in my case, all, or at least some humans spend time in contemplation of whether they’re actually real; and, if they do so, do they also consider why they’ve been chosen to participate in the various “situations of their own personal lives”? Well, in my personal case, within my cognizance exists one indisputable fact, i.e., I (or at least he whose spirit I’ve now assumed) have been alive from the beginning of mankind. But, I don’t know if I’m still the original Adam or, if “chosen examples of him,” of which I’d then be yet another, have taken his place down through the ages.
But anyway, welcome to my second attempt to relate a confrontation of sorts which occurred some months ago when the weather was better and I still believed such developments couldn’t develop upon our earthly planet. And as you may recall, my first written effort to complete this task became sidetracked, and actually functioned as a warning concerning the illegal immigration of foreigners into the U.S., as well as the non-desire of many of such foreigners to integrate themselves into American society; their wish instead being that they might live in the U.S. as they had lived in the nations they came here from.
But I wrote Part One of this disclosure at the behest of this city’s mayor George Jennifer, and now I’ve returned with Part Two. So, what I’ll document here began some time ago when, in a dream I was approached by some sort of temporal or eternal force which actually spoke to me from out of a gust of wind! And this force told me I was to change my name from what it had been to Adam Certainine. And it said the second word of that moniker would refer to the fact that al the rumors I’d heard concerning this city were true, while the first word would acknowledge me as either a representation or reincarnation of Earth’s first male human.
But the first physical event to be related in this story occurred a few days after that dream when one morning I saw a large snake crawling on my lawn. And before I learned that as the serpent in the Garden of Eden, this snake also possessed the ability to speak, I said to it “Get off of my property”!
But to my shock it responded “If you believe I lack the qualities of the great human animal, and thus have no capacity to hear, understand, or reply to your commands, then don’t assign them to me! And if my insights can’t impart wisdom within your actual world, why are you concerned with whether or not I’m much more than a mere snake? And also, from now on, from time to time you’ll find yourself in possession of the great tendency toward guile which I possess. But whether or not you use that special ‘devilish’ power will be left to your discretion.”
But then, fortunately for me (I think) I was able to walk away front the serpent. And unlike Eve in Eden, I left its assertions unresponded to. Yet, its words did engender a realization in my mind which frankly, thinking about it now, I guess had always been there, but had never before been actually confronted by me, perhaps out of fear of desolation, isolation, or any number of other undesirable comprehensions or reactions. Yes, but then that day I understood that most likely someone with pen in hand had given me the supposedly verifiable realness I now seemingly possess. And apparently he or she had also provided me with friends who knew and understood my life as it existed within literature, even if I myself didn’t. Oh, but then I thought maybe I’d been placed in this city to represent someone or someones else. And at this point I don’t know if the last sentence I’ve just written offers a possibility, or whether perhaps it infers that something otherworldly, or even, God forbid, Satanic lies at the root of my existence. And yes, since having been told so by the snake, I’ve now discovered that I do possess the serpentine cunning manifested by the snake of Eden.
But maybe my life was meant to be symbolic. And maybe I’m a juxtaposition existing between mankind’s good and evil tendencies. But yet, I have a human body. And, I have a human life. Thus, I guess it’s best not to speculate too much about my physical existence, but rather to just live it!
And I only informed Mayor George Jennifer about what had befallen me with the snake because he wants all residents of our city to report all “seemingly improbable events” to him soon after their occurrence. And I guess he wants the world to learn about those improbabilities in this forum. But after citizens of this city report such events to him, he then often wishes those citizens to tell about those occurrences in their own words! And, as is the reality of fact in my case, often those people are not very good writers!
But before I end here, I’d like to ask that if you know the actual state of my existence, would you tell it to me? I’ve always believed I was the first male to sin upon the Earth. But now I’m afraid that I’ve become what might be termed a “secretive literary role model.” And, am I a victim of someone’s confused perceptions?
Well, maybe in attempts to instill into society what could be looked upon as being a helpful ordering of existence, someone may have directed me to commit actions too extreme, and too far beyond the confining “normalcy” of the status quo. Oh God, I’m afraid I may have again broken some of the rightful laws of mankind, and greatly sinned against the Lord of Heaven! But then again, if I have again erred, maybe it was he or she who guided my footsteps to whom the blame for my actions should be assigned.
Oh no! Just now another unknown voice has called to me! And it’s a woman’s voice which I recall as having heard many times long ago. “You’re Eve aren’t you” I asked.
“Yes, and once, long ago, you were my husband; but I guess the scourge of sin led to our separation as well as to an earthly future filled with a constant struggle between good and evil.”
“Have both of us been brought back as humans so that we might attempt to effect some positive changes to what’s become known of as human life?” I asked.
“I don’t know” she replied. “I’ve been told that like you, I’ll also need to ‘share’ what hopefully will be some words of wisdom. But I haven’t been told why you and I have reappeared in human form. All I know is that while my first name is to remain Eve, I’ll now have a last name which, to some extent will ‘tie me to you’ for eternity, not that we probably haven’t already been so tied! Nonetheless, I’m now Eve Adams, that name being a personal choice of mine agreed upon by the overlords whose commands we’ve always known, but not always obeyed.”
And with that said Eve disappeared from my sight, and I sensed I had returned from some sort of otherworldly excursion. Yet, I was certain that from that moment on my name would be Adam Certainine.