Conversations with the ether
June 26th 2009 01:34
The Beast was dancing.
In her soul, with her spirit, she was turning, whirling and spinning.
Her physical shell remained caged, as all humans were. First the bones locked them in, then the bloody viens wrapped them up, the muscles came down like locks, and over it all, like a filmy sheet covering a caged bird, came the skin.
As years drew by, the force of air rushing into lungs and the surge of blood seemed enough for living. Humans had a talent for chains though, and before the mind could lead the body to fly free it too was held down by the force of the will. The Will commanded the spirit that the flesh needed things - Things that changed by the year, by the decade, and yet, throughout each life, even as the things changed, still the will managed to convince the spirit that the things were needed. And thus was the body, the will and the spirit locked into its prison, and each life became hollow and empty, a race which chased itself over a looping track and had no end - quite literally, someone had forgotten to put in the finish line.
Seeing this to come, it was Kali who had shortened the lifespan of humans. In the great holy book written by her two sons, people of modern days said how silly, that a human could live over a hundred years! Their grasp of science and all things cellular would not be denied, but it was Kali, in a merciful mood, that had put down a finish line for each human, in each race. Without it, the Divine years would have dragged on for eternity, and thrown out the spin of the universe. This way, despite each life being a fruitless chase, before diving into it once more they would have the chance to examine the few moments where Will Spirit and Body had flown in unison, had been in agreement - they would have the chance to see what led them to this state, and replicate it. Perhaps, even, live a whole life like that, as had her beloved sons.
Without this finish line, imagine it. Imagine running endlessly on a single round track with no deviation, no end....
Kali couldnt help but snort with laughter.
The Beast had chained herself down to life for so long. She was good at that - one of her gifts. To see only the goal and obliterate all else. But lately, the goal had lost its flavour. Was no longer quite so appealing. Her Will was wondering, if I have spent so much of life striving to be different, why do I now wish to be the same?
Her spirit ached, and pulled aganst her bones, desperate to fly. It whispered to the will that there was more than this. It knew it!
And the body, it seemed the body had never been so healthy. The Beast liked to ignore it for long periods, which had led to lots of sickness and niggling problems. As the Beast got older she remembered more and more about the connection between the three, and worked on the body to help the spirit, instead of using the spirit to animate the body. For the first time she was beginning to reach harmony there, and the Will was clear.
In each life, the Beast had had clues as to her path, her way. She knew the road she had travelled before, she knew the one she intended to take this time. Of course, life twisted and turned, and all things were muffled by the sack of flesh, not to mention distorted, and often she lost her way. In spite of this, the Beast always knew where she would (should) end up.
This time, it had taken her awhile. The body, this time, was prone to an extreme nervousness. Usually, such things came from the spirit itself, and were manifested there, but the Beast's spirit was solid. She believed, relying heavily on the spirit to control the body, to come through for it when the body was not fit enough, had damaged the body in some fundamental way. By doing things in what she found to be the easy way, she had made it harder for herself. The Beast believed utterly that she had, in this process, damaged her central nervous system. It was this system that directly communicated with Ether and created the wraith, the spirit form. The balance would now be harder to find, harder to maintain. But her care of the body had made it happy, and the balance was obvious in all systems. They sang with health. The powerful aura began to resonate with an even stronger vibration.
The Beast knew, it was time.
In her mortal body, she went about usual daily duties for a human. She conversed with other humans, giving power and truth where she could, even in form of jokes at times. To have the truth spoken, to have ears hear it, that was important.
She allowed much of herself to be drawn into the never ending race. In this age, possesions ruled, and as disgusting as she found it, she allowed herself to be overtaken. Some of it was quite fun, and for those who remembered ancient times, the luxury, even for poor ones, was exquisite.
Mostly, the Beast was working towards an absolution - a vision of this life she knew to be real. It served the purposes of all - Lucifer, Jesus and Kali, that she get there. At times, she crumbled under the weight of their expectations, but always found strength and kept on. It was time. The world was going to turn, and with the three in the ether and the Beast on Earth it would be their mighty arms that turned her. Once the face of the great wheel was changed, the Ether would decide the fate of the living creatures. The Ether would be painted by the souls living at that time. Contradiction, paradox, mystery, connection.
Earthly, the Beast maintained the mundane.
In Ether, her spirit walked in her homeplace, the clouds amoungst the stars. She coloured her hands with the vibrations she most loved.
And the Beast did something it had never done.
It knelt, on the soft clouds. It leaned forward, forehead to the base and spread its wings. It laid its palms on the soft cloud. Her aura extended, forming the perfect celtic cross of the initiated. There was a sound - as if a key had fitted into a lock. Of perfect harmony.
The Beast whispered,
"I submit"
And submit she did in truth, her heart, her soul, Spirit Will and Flesh.....To the Ether.
Lucifer's wings stretched wide in joy.
Jesus closed his eyes, and drew his fists to his chest in cheer.
And Kali's smile graced the dark spaces, her keen eye sparing a wink for her lover.
"I always knew she had it in her"
In supplication the Beast put forth her energy, gave in to the tides she had suffered her whole life, was prepared, nay eager, for the consequences.
Submission.
The turning of the world was at hand.
In her soul, with her spirit, she was turning, whirling and spinning.
Her physical shell remained caged, as all humans were. First the bones locked them in, then the bloody viens wrapped them up, the muscles came down like locks, and over it all, like a filmy sheet covering a caged bird, came the skin.
As years drew by, the force of air rushing into lungs and the surge of blood seemed enough for living. Humans had a talent for chains though, and before the mind could lead the body to fly free it too was held down by the force of the will. The Will commanded the spirit that the flesh needed things - Things that changed by the year, by the decade, and yet, throughout each life, even as the things changed, still the will managed to convince the spirit that the things were needed. And thus was the body, the will and the spirit locked into its prison, and each life became hollow and empty, a race which chased itself over a looping track and had no end - quite literally, someone had forgotten to put in the finish line.
Seeing this to come, it was Kali who had shortened the lifespan of humans. In the great holy book written by her two sons, people of modern days said how silly, that a human could live over a hundred years! Their grasp of science and all things cellular would not be denied, but it was Kali, in a merciful mood, that had put down a finish line for each human, in each race. Without it, the Divine years would have dragged on for eternity, and thrown out the spin of the universe. This way, despite each life being a fruitless chase, before diving into it once more they would have the chance to examine the few moments where Will Spirit and Body had flown in unison, had been in agreement - they would have the chance to see what led them to this state, and replicate it. Perhaps, even, live a whole life like that, as had her beloved sons.
Without this finish line, imagine it. Imagine running endlessly on a single round track with no deviation, no end....
Kali couldnt help but snort with laughter.
The Beast had chained herself down to life for so long. She was good at that - one of her gifts. To see only the goal and obliterate all else. But lately, the goal had lost its flavour. Was no longer quite so appealing. Her Will was wondering, if I have spent so much of life striving to be different, why do I now wish to be the same?
Her spirit ached, and pulled aganst her bones, desperate to fly. It whispered to the will that there was more than this. It knew it!
And the body, it seemed the body had never been so healthy. The Beast liked to ignore it for long periods, which had led to lots of sickness and niggling problems. As the Beast got older she remembered more and more about the connection between the three, and worked on the body to help the spirit, instead of using the spirit to animate the body. For the first time she was beginning to reach harmony there, and the Will was clear.
In each life, the Beast had had clues as to her path, her way. She knew the road she had travelled before, she knew the one she intended to take this time. Of course, life twisted and turned, and all things were muffled by the sack of flesh, not to mention distorted, and often she lost her way. In spite of this, the Beast always knew where she would (should) end up.
This time, it had taken her awhile. The body, this time, was prone to an extreme nervousness. Usually, such things came from the spirit itself, and were manifested there, but the Beast's spirit was solid. She believed, relying heavily on the spirit to control the body, to come through for it when the body was not fit enough, had damaged the body in some fundamental way. By doing things in what she found to be the easy way, she had made it harder for herself. The Beast believed utterly that she had, in this process, damaged her central nervous system. It was this system that directly communicated with Ether and created the wraith, the spirit form. The balance would now be harder to find, harder to maintain. But her care of the body had made it happy, and the balance was obvious in all systems. They sang with health. The powerful aura began to resonate with an even stronger vibration.
The Beast knew, it was time.
In her mortal body, she went about usual daily duties for a human. She conversed with other humans, giving power and truth where she could, even in form of jokes at times. To have the truth spoken, to have ears hear it, that was important.
She allowed much of herself to be drawn into the never ending race. In this age, possesions ruled, and as disgusting as she found it, she allowed herself to be overtaken. Some of it was quite fun, and for those who remembered ancient times, the luxury, even for poor ones, was exquisite.
Mostly, the Beast was working towards an absolution - a vision of this life she knew to be real. It served the purposes of all - Lucifer, Jesus and Kali, that she get there. At times, she crumbled under the weight of their expectations, but always found strength and kept on. It was time. The world was going to turn, and with the three in the ether and the Beast on Earth it would be their mighty arms that turned her. Once the face of the great wheel was changed, the Ether would decide the fate of the living creatures. The Ether would be painted by the souls living at that time. Contradiction, paradox, mystery, connection.
Earthly, the Beast maintained the mundane.
In Ether, her spirit walked in her homeplace, the clouds amoungst the stars. She coloured her hands with the vibrations she most loved.
And the Beast did something it had never done.
It knelt, on the soft clouds. It leaned forward, forehead to the base and spread its wings. It laid its palms on the soft cloud. Her aura extended, forming the perfect celtic cross of the initiated. There was a sound - as if a key had fitted into a lock. Of perfect harmony.
The Beast whispered,
"I submit"
And submit she did in truth, her heart, her soul, Spirit Will and Flesh.....To the Ether.
Lucifer's wings stretched wide in joy.
Jesus closed his eyes, and drew his fists to his chest in cheer.
And Kali's smile graced the dark spaces, her keen eye sparing a wink for her lover.
"I always knew she had it in her"
In supplication the Beast put forth her energy, gave in to the tides she had suffered her whole life, was prepared, nay eager, for the consequences.
Submission.
The turning of the world was at hand.
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