Post by Murdoc on Jul 17, 2005 17:53:32 GMT -5
I remember dying....
TRUE Death. Death as only seen in one's worst nightmares, only in one's most fevered and mind-numbing dreams. I was dead. But in that death, given the promise of rebirth. The promise of new life, of a new beginning. Given by the one being who could deliver upon that promise. The Holy Father himself. His divine whispers filled my ears as I lie in the void. The cold, dark oblivion that had become my prison. Swirling masses and utter chaos reigned about, yet I was enclosed from it. Protected, encapsulated by his warm light. I still hear his whispers running like a soothing spring through my mind.
"There will be a time, when the world is plunged into its final throes. In that time...you have been appointed the Holiest of Tasks. The task of bringing those who will listen...to my light. And in that light, they shall be embraced by my love. Those who will not listen will be cast out upon my descent. Like a bandit in the night, I shall creep amongst their houses and lay waste to them, preparing them for the pain and damnation that they have so readied their world for. And he will come to them, organize them, and have them rise up and take arms against me. And I shall smite them once more. But those who will follow me shall have everlasting paradise, and will never know the pain of the world that they had become used to seeing. You will be...my Prophet..."
The words calmed my very essence, for even in that blackness, I could see the light radiating from in front of me. No words were needed, for I felt it in my own heart. But in my initial misgivings, I cried out.
But Lord...I-I am a mere man! Why have I been appointed this sacred task?! Surely you might find someone stouter of heart, stronger in courage, and more iron-willed than I!
Like the child given the chance to ride upon a bike for the first time, I was quite daunted by that task that lay before me. Though I knew not how long this might stretch for....whether days, weeks, years...or millenia. Again, waves of pure relaxation filled my very being, stifling any more attempts at a meek rebuttal.
Prophet, fear not. For you may be intimidated, nay...even afraid, you are the one that possesses all of these things and more. You are the very epitomy of my will, given mortal form. YOU...are the one that shall lead your brothers into salvation...
...But KNOW THIS. There will be those who will reject your words, even lash out physically against your soothsaying. Fear these men not, raise not a hand against these men...for I shall work through you, and you shall convince them of their own shortcomings. You shall know, in your heart of hearts that you speak the absolute truth. Do not let these men's stones deter you. Raise not a hand, let them see that you have nothing to hide...no mistruths to give. And they shall be calmed by your steadfastness in the wake of their barbs, their attacks. And they shall flock to you, you who will show them the way...MY PROPHET."
And then, there was no more. No more words, no more calming thoughts. Nothing. Except blackness, the bleak surroundings I had grown so used to. Even in my fitful dreams, I revisit this place, beyond the stars and moon, beyond the entire ken of man's understanding. Denied the basest of human pleasures. Denied contact with anyone other than my own worried thoughts. I knew not how long I had remained in this place. Time meant nothing to one who had grown so accustomed to the void, grown so familiar with the absence of light. In this way....I gained an un-imaginable store of patience. My mind steeled, I readied my self for the conflict that awaited. I would be beaten, spit on perhaps...maybe even killed for my words. But I was filled with calm. I knew that my Lord, I knew that He would protect His followers, His Faithful.
Every night, the blackness envelops my core again. Its' gnashing teeth pointed straight at my very soul, threatening to rip me from my life, my quest. And yet, as I see myself passing through the dark, a single brilliant light surrounds me. And I know I am safe. As long as my will remains resolved, as long as my soul is pure...I will not fail. Looking before me in the darkness of my dreams....the ghostly, pained image of Pegasus. Wrapped tightly by chains of the strongest material, sepulchre black in color. A cry of utter anger escaping my throat, I begin to race towards his image. Gripping at the chains that bind him, I begin pulling and clawing at his bonds. And slowly...slowly but surely, links of the chain begin to crack and then snap altogether. Pegasus' screams filling my head, I can think nothing more to save him, to free him. And yet, with each link I break, another rises to take its' place. Best to start at the foundation...with the stone that holds the chains in place. My light shining outwards, I see how I must free him from his own dark recesses.
The image of his foster mother, twisted into a visage of pure, unadulterated madness. And it is here, that I must begin. I must free him from the spectre of his mother, before his chains can be destroyed. I must....
AWAKEN.
OOC Note: This dream, as it were, ocurred shortly before the Trauma[10] card
TRUE Death. Death as only seen in one's worst nightmares, only in one's most fevered and mind-numbing dreams. I was dead. But in that death, given the promise of rebirth. The promise of new life, of a new beginning. Given by the one being who could deliver upon that promise. The Holy Father himself. His divine whispers filled my ears as I lie in the void. The cold, dark oblivion that had become my prison. Swirling masses and utter chaos reigned about, yet I was enclosed from it. Protected, encapsulated by his warm light. I still hear his whispers running like a soothing spring through my mind.
"There will be a time, when the world is plunged into its final throes. In that time...you have been appointed the Holiest of Tasks. The task of bringing those who will listen...to my light. And in that light, they shall be embraced by my love. Those who will not listen will be cast out upon my descent. Like a bandit in the night, I shall creep amongst their houses and lay waste to them, preparing them for the pain and damnation that they have so readied their world for. And he will come to them, organize them, and have them rise up and take arms against me. And I shall smite them once more. But those who will follow me shall have everlasting paradise, and will never know the pain of the world that they had become used to seeing. You will be...my Prophet..."
The words calmed my very essence, for even in that blackness, I could see the light radiating from in front of me. No words were needed, for I felt it in my own heart. But in my initial misgivings, I cried out.
But Lord...I-I am a mere man! Why have I been appointed this sacred task?! Surely you might find someone stouter of heart, stronger in courage, and more iron-willed than I!
Like the child given the chance to ride upon a bike for the first time, I was quite daunted by that task that lay before me. Though I knew not how long this might stretch for....whether days, weeks, years...or millenia. Again, waves of pure relaxation filled my very being, stifling any more attempts at a meek rebuttal.
Prophet, fear not. For you may be intimidated, nay...even afraid, you are the one that possesses all of these things and more. You are the very epitomy of my will, given mortal form. YOU...are the one that shall lead your brothers into salvation...
...But KNOW THIS. There will be those who will reject your words, even lash out physically against your soothsaying. Fear these men not, raise not a hand against these men...for I shall work through you, and you shall convince them of their own shortcomings. You shall know, in your heart of hearts that you speak the absolute truth. Do not let these men's stones deter you. Raise not a hand, let them see that you have nothing to hide...no mistruths to give. And they shall be calmed by your steadfastness in the wake of their barbs, their attacks. And they shall flock to you, you who will show them the way...MY PROPHET."
And then, there was no more. No more words, no more calming thoughts. Nothing. Except blackness, the bleak surroundings I had grown so used to. Even in my fitful dreams, I revisit this place, beyond the stars and moon, beyond the entire ken of man's understanding. Denied the basest of human pleasures. Denied contact with anyone other than my own worried thoughts. I knew not how long I had remained in this place. Time meant nothing to one who had grown so accustomed to the void, grown so familiar with the absence of light. In this way....I gained an un-imaginable store of patience. My mind steeled, I readied my self for the conflict that awaited. I would be beaten, spit on perhaps...maybe even killed for my words. But I was filled with calm. I knew that my Lord, I knew that He would protect His followers, His Faithful.
Every night, the blackness envelops my core again. Its' gnashing teeth pointed straight at my very soul, threatening to rip me from my life, my quest. And yet, as I see myself passing through the dark, a single brilliant light surrounds me. And I know I am safe. As long as my will remains resolved, as long as my soul is pure...I will not fail. Looking before me in the darkness of my dreams....the ghostly, pained image of Pegasus. Wrapped tightly by chains of the strongest material, sepulchre black in color. A cry of utter anger escaping my throat, I begin to race towards his image. Gripping at the chains that bind him, I begin pulling and clawing at his bonds. And slowly...slowly but surely, links of the chain begin to crack and then snap altogether. Pegasus' screams filling my head, I can think nothing more to save him, to free him. And yet, with each link I break, another rises to take its' place. Best to start at the foundation...with the stone that holds the chains in place. My light shining outwards, I see how I must free him from his own dark recesses.
The image of his foster mother, twisted into a visage of pure, unadulterated madness. And it is here, that I must begin. I must free him from the spectre of his mother, before his chains can be destroyed. I must....
AWAKEN.
OOC Note: This dream, as it were, ocurred shortly before the Trauma[10] card