Post by The Anarchist on May 2, 2017 0:26:53 GMT -5
Darkness.
The whole picture, your window to the world, is a boxed in space void of light. No sound to hint where you may be. Nothing but you and your troublesome thoughts. They are troublesome, aren’t they? How could they not be with everything happening in our modern times.
Darkness.
It would be understood if thoughts crossed your minds that otherwise wouldn’t be there had these socio and political occurrences not taken shape. As has been the case since before any of us were here to plant our feet like Astronauts did on the moon. Unless you are of those who believe in conspiracies.
Darkness.
What exactly is it you think when confronted by the unseen? Do you remain awake and try to imagine you’re somewhere happier? Or are you asleep and a prisoner of your thoughts as dreams play out from an REM projector.
Darkness?
No. Not today, Satan.
A white dot finds itself on the screen. It opens and fills in the picture. Static noise at first. As the frequency gets toggled, you can see a fuzzy image try to correct itself into clarity. The rolling vertical lines let you know your getting warmer.
Getting warmer.
Until...YES! Success! You did it!
The sounds of angels further pull you in. A choir has selected a hymn for this very service. Your ears are in paradise. You close your eyes and sing, word for word, PRAISING as you do.
The man who you so praise walks into view. His arms are outstretched into the air. Head titled back while his brown locks fall across his shoulders. He mouths “thank you!” while looking up to the heavens above. And now he has your undivided attention.
Don’t I?
“Good morning, brothers and sisters and welcome! I am glad you have decided to join me on this—a most beautiful, beautiful, day. Before I get started with today’s sermon, let us begin—as always—with prayer. “
And as he does, so do you. Hands clasped. Eyes closed. Head bowed. The preacher has arrived.
“In the meeting of our lives,
be the focus of all that we are.
In the singing of the hymns,
the prayers that we shall make,
the reading of your Word
and the preaching of the same.
Speak to us, encourage and forgive us.
In the meeting of our lives, Lord,
be the focus of all that we are. Amen.”
Amen!
“Let’s get started, shall we?”
You watch the preacher place what can easily be described as a “championship title” with the inscription INTERNATIONAL across the face, on the center of his oak desk. The joyous man dressed in black and white has a seat and proceeds to begin.
Seromine is about to address the faithful of his universe.
“I want to begin things, by congratulating our new found brother, Gabriel. You see, before I took him away from the shambles and restored him with a new purpose, he was on a one way path of self destruction. Since receiving the gospel, do you know what has happened?”
He pauses for effect. Off camera the voice of a woman can be heard answering “victory!”
“YES! Victory! The former Richard Majors has begun seeing what success feels like! He helped me put down a pink haired intruder once and for all. He entered his name into the Icemann Invitational and WON—HE WON—his opening match. This is a most harmonious occasion, brothers and sisters. While I cannot say what the future holds, it is my hope that Gabriel can parlay that into riches and understand what defeating the enemy feels like. But---for every good, there is a bad...”
His body language tenses into a rigid stature.
“There is a new enemy invading our cathedral.”
He shifts his eyes so that they practically burn a hole right through the camera lens.
“You should be more grateful, Whitey Ford. Your win came by my order. Your tournament quest could end by the same. Be mighty careful, for I know where to find you at any given moment.”
Seromine’s hands are clasped together. Fingers interlocked. He likely doesn’t notice he’s doing it because his attention is elsewhere. When he does happen to notice, it’s as if light has returned to his body.
“A UNIFICATION...of the world is coming, friends. The man Mr. Ford defeated holds the other half of the global map. While I have dominated Internationally, North America is in dire need of a shepherd to lead the lost flock back to SALVATION. I shall see him in my next venture into their world, along with a third party. A legend, really.”
The name GRIMM is heard chanted in the background. Not in a condemning way like that of Nathan Saniti or Kelli Starr. But in a way that let’s you know they are well aware of who he is.
“He’ll speak in eloquence and try to find answers in cards. Spreading the seeds of fear by suggestion of going back to sleep. HE plays on being a neutral outsider about as well as he plucks the strings of a fine tuned mandolin. The thing is, Grimm…
It’s all temporary. You have an incredible accomplishment of holding the companies top title six times. However, the fact remains you had to have lost it nearly as much. I don’t preoccupy myself with chasing down such lofty accolades. I’ve seen it consume the existence of one’s morality. You no doubt have my utmost respect, so please, do not mistake my words as slights against your legend.”
Scripture.
“John, Chapter eight, Verse twelve says: I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”
Seromine smirks and returns to the matter at hand.
“You think of yourself as some monster in the dark. Only we both know what happens when a source of light exposes that kind of imaginary thinking. When a source of light casts out the big bad dark. Unfortunately for you, Phinehas, I have a congregation of lights. Plus, I AM the unwavering light of God and while I don’t think you an enemy...you WILL fall like one!
The picture for Nathaniel...isn’t as friendly.”
The preacher Seromine is now basked in the glowing illumination of candlelight as his wife, Destiny, and his followers show themselves in front of the camera. She lovingly wraps her arms around him. Destiny then rests her head on top of his as he gently clutches her hands.
“Your time of running from fate is coming to its expected conclusion. There may be an uninvited guest to our conflict at Trauma, but at Living A Legacy, there will be NOBODY around to save you! Was sacrificing your allies worth it? Was offering up the so-called love of your life to avoid further trauma your idea of penance, sinner?”
“I don’t care about the Hangtown Horror. I don’t care about the titles we all carry or the legacies we have carved for ourselves through PCW’s history. I don’t care if I win or lose this showdown. I want your soul, Nathaniel Saniti! You’ve avoided me for over a year! I am going to wound you like an animal first. But when the day of your reckoning comes, and we both know it is, I am going to put you down like one!”
SIN-NER!
SIN-NER!
SIN-NER!
You see his followers sway back and forth to that kind of ritualized chanting. You notice how the light makes Destiny’s smile look creepy (which it can be if she doesn’t like you). You also notice how Seromine is gaining strength from the vocals behind him.
“When you hear my sermons, brothers and sisters, and your brain processes all of that information...does it not bring you closer to God? Through me, you have a direct line to him! A relationship with salvation your own lives! God loves you...and so do I.
That’s why I ask for you to join the Church of New Beginnings! I can be the very essence that flows through your blood! Your senses and understanding of all things life and death are heightened by following ME! I AM the way! Man has destroyed the creations of God for far too long and WE are going to even the score!”
PRAISE SEROMINE!
PRAISE THE LORD!
“Those who wish to be saved will accept me into their sinful hearts! Accept me into their deceitful lives! Accept me into their broken homes, because they know Seromine is love. Seromine is just. Seromine...is their Lord and Savior.”
“Only I can get the chosen out of harm’s way. There will come a time when we WILL be the Act of God which renders sinners EXTINCT! Until WE, as part of a new holy order, return to replenish the scorched earth and restore the garden of Eden across the new nations.
History will have it etched in stone like the Ten Commandments:
SEROMINE – THE MAN WHO SAVED THE WORLD!
Closing scripture.
“Jeremiah Chapter twenty-nine, Verse eleven says: For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and hope.”
“I AM the light of the world! I AM a propagator of Genesis! I AM the guardian of the seven seals and make no mistake Phinehas! Make no mistake Nathaniel! They will be broken!
And at Trauma, so shall you.
Praise Seromine.
Praise the Lord.”
"Pray for their souls."
You watch the spirited preacher motion as he stands up. One by one the candles are blown out until the very darkness you greeted returns…
to greet once more.
The whole picture, your window to the world, is a boxed in space void of light. No sound to hint where you may be. Nothing but you and your troublesome thoughts. They are troublesome, aren’t they? How could they not be with everything happening in our modern times.
Darkness.
It would be understood if thoughts crossed your minds that otherwise wouldn’t be there had these socio and political occurrences not taken shape. As has been the case since before any of us were here to plant our feet like Astronauts did on the moon. Unless you are of those who believe in conspiracies.
Darkness.
What exactly is it you think when confronted by the unseen? Do you remain awake and try to imagine you’re somewhere happier? Or are you asleep and a prisoner of your thoughts as dreams play out from an REM projector.
Darkness?
No. Not today, Satan.
A white dot finds itself on the screen. It opens and fills in the picture. Static noise at first. As the frequency gets toggled, you can see a fuzzy image try to correct itself into clarity. The rolling vertical lines let you know your getting warmer.
Getting warmer.
Until...YES! Success! You did it!
The sounds of angels further pull you in. A choir has selected a hymn for this very service. Your ears are in paradise. You close your eyes and sing, word for word, PRAISING as you do.
The man who you so praise walks into view. His arms are outstretched into the air. Head titled back while his brown locks fall across his shoulders. He mouths “thank you!” while looking up to the heavens above. And now he has your undivided attention.
Don’t I?
“Good morning, brothers and sisters and welcome! I am glad you have decided to join me on this—a most beautiful, beautiful, day. Before I get started with today’s sermon, let us begin—as always—with prayer. “
And as he does, so do you. Hands clasped. Eyes closed. Head bowed. The preacher has arrived.
“In the meeting of our lives,
be the focus of all that we are.
In the singing of the hymns,
the prayers that we shall make,
the reading of your Word
and the preaching of the same.
Speak to us, encourage and forgive us.
In the meeting of our lives, Lord,
be the focus of all that we are. Amen.”
Amen!
“Let’s get started, shall we?”
You watch the preacher place what can easily be described as a “championship title” with the inscription INTERNATIONAL across the face, on the center of his oak desk. The joyous man dressed in black and white has a seat and proceeds to begin.
Seromine is about to address the faithful of his universe.
“I want to begin things, by congratulating our new found brother, Gabriel. You see, before I took him away from the shambles and restored him with a new purpose, he was on a one way path of self destruction. Since receiving the gospel, do you know what has happened?”
He pauses for effect. Off camera the voice of a woman can be heard answering “victory!”
“YES! Victory! The former Richard Majors has begun seeing what success feels like! He helped me put down a pink haired intruder once and for all. He entered his name into the Icemann Invitational and WON—HE WON—his opening match. This is a most harmonious occasion, brothers and sisters. While I cannot say what the future holds, it is my hope that Gabriel can parlay that into riches and understand what defeating the enemy feels like. But---for every good, there is a bad...”
His body language tenses into a rigid stature.
“There is a new enemy invading our cathedral.”
He shifts his eyes so that they practically burn a hole right through the camera lens.
“You should be more grateful, Whitey Ford. Your win came by my order. Your tournament quest could end by the same. Be mighty careful, for I know where to find you at any given moment.”
Seromine’s hands are clasped together. Fingers interlocked. He likely doesn’t notice he’s doing it because his attention is elsewhere. When he does happen to notice, it’s as if light has returned to his body.
“A UNIFICATION...of the world is coming, friends. The man Mr. Ford defeated holds the other half of the global map. While I have dominated Internationally, North America is in dire need of a shepherd to lead the lost flock back to SALVATION. I shall see him in my next venture into their world, along with a third party. A legend, really.”
The name GRIMM is heard chanted in the background. Not in a condemning way like that of Nathan Saniti or Kelli Starr. But in a way that let’s you know they are well aware of who he is.
“He’ll speak in eloquence and try to find answers in cards. Spreading the seeds of fear by suggestion of going back to sleep. HE plays on being a neutral outsider about as well as he plucks the strings of a fine tuned mandolin. The thing is, Grimm…
It’s all temporary. You have an incredible accomplishment of holding the companies top title six times. However, the fact remains you had to have lost it nearly as much. I don’t preoccupy myself with chasing down such lofty accolades. I’ve seen it consume the existence of one’s morality. You no doubt have my utmost respect, so please, do not mistake my words as slights against your legend.”
Scripture.
“John, Chapter eight, Verse twelve says: I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”
Seromine smirks and returns to the matter at hand.
“You think of yourself as some monster in the dark. Only we both know what happens when a source of light exposes that kind of imaginary thinking. When a source of light casts out the big bad dark. Unfortunately for you, Phinehas, I have a congregation of lights. Plus, I AM the unwavering light of God and while I don’t think you an enemy...you WILL fall like one!
The picture for Nathaniel...isn’t as friendly.”
The preacher Seromine is now basked in the glowing illumination of candlelight as his wife, Destiny, and his followers show themselves in front of the camera. She lovingly wraps her arms around him. Destiny then rests her head on top of his as he gently clutches her hands.
“Your time of running from fate is coming to its expected conclusion. There may be an uninvited guest to our conflict at Trauma, but at Living A Legacy, there will be NOBODY around to save you! Was sacrificing your allies worth it? Was offering up the so-called love of your life to avoid further trauma your idea of penance, sinner?”
“I don’t care about the Hangtown Horror. I don’t care about the titles we all carry or the legacies we have carved for ourselves through PCW’s history. I don’t care if I win or lose this showdown. I want your soul, Nathaniel Saniti! You’ve avoided me for over a year! I am going to wound you like an animal first. But when the day of your reckoning comes, and we both know it is, I am going to put you down like one!”
SIN-NER!
SIN-NER!
SIN-NER!
You see his followers sway back and forth to that kind of ritualized chanting. You notice how the light makes Destiny’s smile look creepy (which it can be if she doesn’t like you). You also notice how Seromine is gaining strength from the vocals behind him.
“When you hear my sermons, brothers and sisters, and your brain processes all of that information...does it not bring you closer to God? Through me, you have a direct line to him! A relationship with salvation your own lives! God loves you...and so do I.
That’s why I ask for you to join the Church of New Beginnings! I can be the very essence that flows through your blood! Your senses and understanding of all things life and death are heightened by following ME! I AM the way! Man has destroyed the creations of God for far too long and WE are going to even the score!”
PRAISE SEROMINE!
PRAISE THE LORD!
“Those who wish to be saved will accept me into their sinful hearts! Accept me into their deceitful lives! Accept me into their broken homes, because they know Seromine is love. Seromine is just. Seromine...is their Lord and Savior.”
“Only I can get the chosen out of harm’s way. There will come a time when we WILL be the Act of God which renders sinners EXTINCT! Until WE, as part of a new holy order, return to replenish the scorched earth and restore the garden of Eden across the new nations.
History will have it etched in stone like the Ten Commandments:
SEROMINE – THE MAN WHO SAVED THE WORLD!
Closing scripture.
“Jeremiah Chapter twenty-nine, Verse eleven says: For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and hope.”
“I AM the light of the world! I AM a propagator of Genesis! I AM the guardian of the seven seals and make no mistake Phinehas! Make no mistake Nathaniel! They will be broken!
And at Trauma, so shall you.
Praise Seromine.
Praise the Lord.”
"Pray for their souls."
You watch the spirited preacher motion as he stands up. One by one the candles are blown out until the very darkness you greeted returns…
to greet once more.