Enanika: Visionary Fiction—The Earth Crossing

A rainbow crossing, a chai, and a familiar face — Anu’s first real steps on Earth begin.

We’ve spent the beginning five chapters of Enanika travelling with Anu through the fascinating, vibrant world of Enanika—watching her prepare for her first solo mission, learning about Contact Callers, and witnessing the mystic power of the Seed-of-Life sculpture, the living geometry capable of carrying a being from one realm to another.

Now, in Chapters 6 and 7, Anu steps into Milkwood—a thriving rural town of mineral springs and rainbow crossings, a haven for artists, healers, LGBTQ+ folk, and colourful nonconformists. Here, she begins her Earth-life in earnest, navigating some very human challenges and meeting someone she never expected to find on this planet.

Chapter 6: Milkwood

On Earth:

Milkwood hadn’t always been the colourful, open-hearted, and open-minded place Anu was stepping into. For most of its history, it was a regular country town—quiet, modest, shaped by old farming families and the remnants of a brief gold rush that had fizzled out more than a century ago. The land held stories of hard work, family orchards, and sheep, cattle, and dairy farms. People came and went, but nothing much changed. Milkwood was the kind of place where everyone knew everyone else, and new ideas arrived slowly, if at all. 

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Enanika: Visionary Fiction—Seed of Life

In Chapters 4 and 5 of Enanika, we learn of the ancient Seed of Life sculpture and the frequency technology that links worlds. Anu discovers that Earth carries a more intimate connection to Enanika than she realised.

Chapter 4: Seed of Life Sculpture

Closing the door of her cottage, with one last lingering look at her cosy, dear home, Anu greeted the callboy.

“Morning. You’re early.”

“Never early or late,” he replied with a wink. “Always right on time.”

She fell into step beside him as they began the walk towards the hilltop. The air was still and honey-scented. The moss beneath them was soft, absorbing the sound of their footsteps.

“I see you’re travelling via the Seed of Life sculpture,” said the callboy. “Not a ship?”

“I prefer the subtle to the showy,” said Anu.

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