Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Gospel for the Fallen Ones pt3: In the Absinthe of Light


By A. Devia

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"So your great-grandfather was a reverend? Aren't they sworn to celibacy? Where did you come from?" Ophelia asked.

"No, those are priests."

"Shhh…. we're coming up on the good part!" exclaimed Ophelia.

"Shhh? I can't shush, I’m the one telling the stories!" I shake my head at the batty pixie. "Which part would be the good part?" I asked.

"Well, the part with me in it of course!"

 

In the Absinthe of Light

"So say goodbye or say forever. Choose your fate." - Dead is the New Alive by Emily Autumn

"I saw you!" I yelled into the shadowed pine forest.  "I know I saw you! Lilatheen! Oh, Ruler of what is hidden and what must be, Lady of the Wood, please show yourself and speak with me!"

I saw a flash of light out of the corner of my eye.  Perhaps I captured her attention?

I called out again, "I propose a barter! I have with me sparkling gems and feathers of the brightest hues! For you! All I want is to talk to you." I laid out my treasures for her inspection and whispered, as much to myself as to her, a plaintive, "Please."

'She's real. I know it! She must be,' I said to myself. 'She was in the Kalakon.'

"Well, since you said, Please," a playful voice came from above me.  "I suppose I could spare a few moments in honest barter."

I glanced up and found a beautiful woman lithely crouched on the branch above my head.  Her skin was a shimmering golden brown with shifting white lines moving over the surface.  When I tried to focus on them, they were typically just a blur, but occasionally I could make out symbols. Her hair, every imaginable shade of blue, was pulled up into two long curling pigtails.  They cascaded over her shoulders as she looked down on me.  Her features were partially obscured by her hair, but I could tell they were the delicate structure of the fae.   Set just a little too widely apart for human, her eyes were almond shaped and deep brown, no solid black without any white…no brown. What did I just see? I swear, she blinked and for a moment her eyes were solid, un-broken black, but just as quickly they appeared brown again and almost human. I must be imagining things. Oh, God! Imagining things? I'm describing seeing a goddess in the flesh. I've gone insane. Surely I shouldn't worry about something as simple as eye color! Anyway, I'm committed now. She was wearing a dress of silvery, purple flowing fabric.  It was so light it seemed to dance despite the faint forest breeze.  Tucked behind her and barely visible, I caught a glimpse of her wings in vibrant ombre shades of gold, crimson, fuchsia and violet.  Her feet were bare. I have to admit; I breathed a sigh of relief.  I'd heard tales that, in her fae form, she could be silly and mischievous but generally kind.  I shuddered to think of the reports of other forms she'd taken, generally when she'd been angered. I had no idea what it took to anger her, there were so few stories.  But no risk, no reward, right?

"So what have you come to ask me? Do you wish to know if you'll ever find true love?  Or perhaps it's money you're after? Where to get that perfect job?" she asked in a bored voice.  Did she just roll her eyes? She leapt softly to the ground and inspected the crystals I'd offered her.  She picked up each one and turned them within a shaft of light, a look of rapt enjoyment on her face.

"I would not waste your time with such trivial things."  She looked at me then, a skeptical eyebrow raised above brown eyes so dark you could get lost in them.  Perhaps I did get lost for just a moment; I shook my head to clear it and hurried on before I lost her attention.  "I just wish to talk to you. To converse, to learn more about you and your kin."

"I will say, the pursuit of knowledge is far more respectable than material gain.  You intrigue me."  She settled herself upon the ground, holding a crystal in her hands as if she forgot it were there.

I took this as a cue that I was allowed to ask questions, "So, your real?" Crap! Of course she's real, I'm talking to her aren't I? Shit. Sometimes I am so stupid. I'm so embarrassed!

"Nope. You're hallucinating," she said in a monotone, matter of fact voice.

I glanced at her, shocked. She giggled.

"Right. Sorry. I…ah…well…I possess the Kalakon," I said the last part in a whisper. It was the first time I had ever discussed the existence of the book with anyone other than my grandmother.

"The Kalakon?" she asked and her eyes glazed over, like she was looking at something far away. "Oh. I see," she said as if she forgot I was there. "I do see the resemblance. That was long ago." She shook herself out of her reverie and continued, "So, you are the keeper of wood." Lilatheen looked me over more carefully, taking in my wild curly hair, my abundance of black clothing, my pale skin. "What is that shiny thing in your mouth?"

I stuck my tongue out at her. "It's my tongue ring," I responded after tucking my tongue back inside my mouth.

"Hmmm…I like shiny things. You don't look like much, but then, looks can be deceiving. I know that better than anyone. I like you," she declared. "What do you want to know?"

"Where do I begin? So are you really the goddess of Prophecy? Do the other gods foretell the future too?" I asked.

"You think the might and magic of the Yaidalize is limited to prophecy?" she stated condescendingly.

"The Yaidalize? What are they?" I asked.

"Well, me for one, Silly!" she said with a laugh. "You come seeking information about something you know nothing about. The Kalakon obviously didn't tell you everything."

"Only a little, here and there. Enough to know I had to seek you out and find the truth," I replied.

"The Yaidalize are Fae divinity."

"So you're not a goddess, you're actually a Yaidalize? You’re a fairy?"

"Calling me a fairy is like calling a goddess, a mortal human. I am a Yaidalize. I am to the Fae what a Goddess is to you. Though, truth be told, I belong to both tribes, so I am a Yaidalize and a Goddess. I am the thread that runs through the fabric of all the realms; tying them together. I direct the weaving of those threads, deciding where they go.  I must provide balance, making sure I weave both the light and the dark. Ragar lights them on fire. He controls the indestructible, infinite essence that is life.  Together we are the link, the connection, the road that leads all places.  Our roots run into the well from which all life springs and our branches reach every realm, every time, to the end and back again. Damial is the beginning, the end, and the chaos in between the strands of order. He is challenge, obstacle but also hope, change.  If Ragar gives you life, then I give you direction and maybe just a bit more.    That unexpected meeting that changes your life, I am Serendipity.  I can re-weave the fabric of reality.  I can make your dreams come true. I could be your biggest ally, but dreams can also be nightmares; I could be your most terrible foe."

"Wow, you're so much more than I ever imagined," I said, not just a little awe-struck. "Perhaps you could just tell me, is it true you can transform into a fierce dragon?"

"I am the patron of both fae and dragon and have an affinity for both forms, but I can take any shape I choose, plant, animal, human." She added with a smile, "If I choose to let you see me at all."  At that, she disappeared completely.  My stomach flipped and my heart sank.  No! She couldn't be gone already!

"Can you change shape?"  I heard from behind me.  She placed the crystal she'd been holding on the ground. Examining a few feathers, she brushed them along her bare arms. Then Lilatheen retrieved another crystal to hold and settled herself in front of me again, a grin on her face belying her amusement at the little prank.  She moved with a grace that seemed to defy the effects of gravity and a silence that defied the existence of sound.

I shook my head, "Sadly, no. I always thought it would be fun to become a wolf or a phoenix or something, but I am just me."

"Brave, inquisitive, knowledgeable, there are worse things to be," she said with a kindness I didn't expect from the fearsome and fickle Lilatheen. "Did you know that we took pity on drone bees and their boring subservient lives by gifting them spectacular deaths? When he mates with his queen, his ejaculation is so powerful it causes his penis to eject from his abdomen as he does a backflip off her and dies!"

"How is that a gift?" I ask, horrified at the idea.

"He dies having the best, most explosive orgasm of his life!" giggled Lilatheen.

"Ah…wow. Ok. How kind?" I replied with a shiver. "So, you mentioned that you give us direction and maybe just a bit more.  Were you referring to the magic? In addition to the Kalakon, I researched every source I could find, looking for information, confirmation that what appeared in the Kalakon was true. Some accounts say that you are the source of all magic.  Is it true?"

She flung herself back to lay on the ground and looked up at the sky.  It had a very child-like, carefree quality to it that I envied.  "Who can know the true nature of the unknowable? My position in the universe gives me immense vision and perception and so I am often seen as an oracle, but I am not omniscient.  I can alter realities, but am I the weaving? I can walk the void, the veil between worlds where others dare not tread, but does that make me the void itself?  If I were that nothingness, would I know it?  I was once told that the roots of the Tree must be made whole to restore magic to all the realms, but if I am the tree, am I the root of all magic or perhaps just the conduit? If I’m the conductor, can I also be the orchestra?"

She didn't really answer my question, but gave me a lot to ponder.  Was she just being evasive, or did she truly not know the answer herself? I may never know.  She stood while I pondered and I sensed her restlessness.  I didn't have much time left.

"Please don't go yet, if I may Lilatheen?" I pressed ahead without waiting for her to answer, afraid she might just vanish, for good this time. "Will you teach me?"

She cocked her head while letting another stone drop to the ground.

"You may be from the ancient sage's bloodline, but he was something unique. To walk the path I would set before you, you will reach the edge of all you have known, into the darkness you must step, it is the way. The edge between life and death, order and chaos, pain and love, is sharp, can you walk that line and survive?" With that, she rose and bowed to me.  "It has truly been a pleasure."  She bent to pick up some of the brightest, most colorful ruddy kingfisher feathers in jewel tones of golden, crimson, fuchsia and violet.  She spun and transformed into a creature with plumage the colors of the feathers she had picked up.  I was in awe.  Before me stood Lilatheen's own Sacred animal, the Kismet.  I never in a million years thought they were real.  It stood just above eye level with me at almost 6 feet on four powerful legs with webbing between its' strong claws. According to legend, the Kismet was a creature of all the elements. It swam, walked on land, flew through the air, exhaled smoke and fire, and traveled through time and space at will. The Kismet had a sleek body which led into a graceful neck and ended with a finely feathered head that almost looked like fur. Her eyes, alien and glowing a aquamarine blue, were large, intelligent, and held a sadness that bespoke eons of wisdom and experience. Her head tapered into a short snout.  Running up her snout and between her eyes were markings which highlighted her eyes almost like eyeliner on a human, and swirling symbols that merged into the fin-like ridges and curling fronds that topped her head.  She had two huge pointed ears that extended up and slightly back on either side of her head and flicked a little forward and back, listening.  The outer part of her ears were fine black feathers but the inner part contained vibrant, glowing markings that looked more purposeful like letters or symbols than random coloration.   With gleaming sunset wings spread wide, glimmering in orange, fuchsia, red and violet, she turned.  As she turned, for a split second, if I hadn't know the legends, I'd swear I imagined it, but for a split second, her entire appearance changed from the beautiful dream-like creature of brilliant, bright colors, to some dark, decaying terror of hellish nightmare. Flesh blacked and melted away, drifting around her like smoke. Bone and tendon stood out in stark contrast to the deathly darkness. The vision left as quickly as it came and she lifted into the air and away.  As she rose, I was afforded a glorious view of all her iridescent, shimmering plumage.  While her body and face were covered in small, sleek feathers with ombré coloring that almost looked more like fur than feathers, she had huge iridescent wings like those of a bat or a dragon, the edges looking a bit tattered.  As if that wasn't magnificent enough, as the Kismet rose, she spread her peacock like plumbed tail for balance. The tail was long and flowing, and the eyes on the end of each feather, well they had a mesmerizing depth. In them, I saw quick and confusing flashes, a library in a forest, a mountain, strange creatures, a pyramid under a red sky, war, fire, flood, the flutter of wings, glowing blue eyes and I suddenly felt dizzy. I had to fight to turn away and not fall in.  According to myth, if you stared at one long enough, it showed you things, other worlds, the future, your true self.  The side effects of such a trip are unpredictable, with it being claimed that some people went blind, some saw their own life and death, some gained psychic abilities, some experienced no after effects, and others went stark raving mad.



From somewhere above me, these words drifted down, "I have lit your path and guided your way.  In the absence of light, boundaries fall, all paths lie open, the impossible becomes possible, but you must take that leap and trust that you have wings to fly."

I suddenly realized we'd been there far longer than I thought. Just how much time had passed? The previously bright and sunny glade was deep in shadow and a chill ran down my spine.  A glow caught my attention and I realized that the crystals I gifted to Lilatheen were now glowing with an unnatural blue light and were laid out to form arrows of a sort, but which way should I go? And what did it mean? She left me with more questions than answers.



 

I stood staring at the glowing crystals Lilatheen left on the ground.  I remembered her final words for me, 'I have lit your path and guided your way.' Were those arrows?  Did she really mean that literally? If so, she was telling me to go four different directions.  Which one should I follow first? 

I walked a few paces in each direction scoping out the four trails that were leading away from glade where we talked.  Hopefully one would look like an obvious choice.  Darkness was falling fast and to be honest, each trail looked exactly the same.  Just trees and plants in every direction.  I looked up, the sky was overcast.  It would be a dark, dark night without moon or star light.  Perhaps this decision was better left until morning.  I sat down with my pack and leaned my back against a tree.  I would camp there that night.

I laid on the ground, gazing at the glow from the blue crystals as it reflected off the leaves and branches above me.  It was an eerie but beautiful sight.  Then I spotted a strange shimmer among the leaves, it was blue too but seemed just a little more substantial.  I sat up and saw a faint shimmering column of blue rising up from the crystals.  So faint, I never would have seen it in the light of day.

I rose and walked over to inspect it further.  Reaching out, I expected my hand to pass through the light, but it hit something solid and suddenly the whole glade lit up.  There was a glowing blue spiral staircase rising straight up into the treetops.  Lilatheen's voice echoed through my memory, 'I have lit your path and guided your way.'  Huh, things were not quite as they seemed. 'So much for the arrows; I guess I'm going up,' I thought.

I turned to gather my things; the glade fell back into to semi-darkness when I let go of the staircase.  I jumped and reached for the stairway again to make sure it was still there.    Reassured, I grabbed my pack and began to climb the strange glowing light into the tree tops.  Rising and rising, round and round, I breached the canopy of trees and discovered the stairway continued upward into the low hanging clouds.  I took a deep breath and continued my climb.  After a few minutes my legs were beginning to burn and my breathing was labored, but I trudged onward, curiosity and the will not to look down urging me forward.  Soon enough I was enveloped by clouds and dew began to accumulate on my clothing and bare skin.  I paused and retrieved a jacket from by pack.  My eyes squeezed tight, lest I look down rather than inside the pack.  Fortunately, my jacket was right on top.  Afterward, I realized that the clouds were probably obscuring my view of the dizzying drop below, but I didn't test the theory.  I climbed further yet and the light of the stairway flickered for a moment.  I paused praying the whole thing didn't just disappear beneath my feet.  The glow steadied and I resumed my climb, but it soon flickered again and went out completely.  I froze in the sudden darkness.  I could still feel the stair beneath my feet and railing in my hand, solid and real.  It was reassuring as I stood there in the pitch black night wondering what to do next.  Lilatheen's voice once again echoed in my head, 'When you reach the edge of all you have known, into the darkness you must step.' I took a deep, calming breath and continued the climb, blind, shaky, trusting. 

Eventually the clouds parted, the stairway still solid beneath me.  I looked around in disbelief.  I stood in another woodland, lit as if the sun were just rising, or maybe setting.  High above me was a leafy canopy of treetops supported by massive branches large enough for people to walk along comfortably.  These massive branches sprouted from tree trunks wider than a horse is long. Most of the leaves were green but some were plumb purple or goldenrod yellow.  The lush branches were so thick I couldn't see the sky directly, just the twilight glow filtering through the leaves. Lower was a thin, sporadic under-layer of saplings and bushes that grew to about 15 feet in height.  The ground was thick with mossy boulders, ferns and low growing flowering plants in a variety of colors.  I walked a little and noticed that the woods seemed to be crisscrossed with low growing pathways of springy, green moss and what might have been homes were scattered here and there.  I saw some Pixies flitting around like glowing hummingbirds and a dryad or two resting against their trees.  I could hear birds singing and the rustling noises of other woodland creatures hunting for food. They paid me no mind, as if my passing by were a normal, everyday occurrence.

I noticed a unique quality to the atmosphere, a buzzing energy, a low pulse. I'd felt this before in crystals or temples or small natural places of power, but never anything this strong, this all pervasive.  Could it be? Is it possible? Has Lilatheen guided me to the mystical safe haven and crossroads known as Tavshae?

I overheard two Pixies talking. On closer inspection I realized that they weren't exactly Pixies, they were more like Pixie-Bats. They had humanoid bodies with arms and legs, but bat-like wings and ears. One Pixie sat patiently in the branches of a Maple Tree with purple leaves receiving a haircut from another pixie.  "Well, Ophelia, what do you think," she asked when she was finished. Ophelia darted over to a bog puddle near me to take a look. I noticed that they only seemed to glow while in flight. She exclaimed with excitement, "Who is this Boov? I do not know!" Then proceeded to do a little dance.  I supposed it was a good haircut, but what was a Boov?

"Excuse me," I said to the pixie-bat.

She looked up at me, startled she jumped and did a back flip into the air, catching herself in mid-air by flapping her wings. "Oh! Hi Kva…no you're um... Hi! I'm so glad to see you again! What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Uh, do I know you?" I asked confused.

"Well, you used to, or maybe you don't just yet. It all gets a little wibbly wobbly sometimes. Hi, I'm Ophelia!"

"Please to meet you Ophelia. Might you be able to tell me where I am?"

"Well, Tavshae, of course!"

I turned in a full circle, taking in my surroundings more. It was said that Tavshae means ghost and that the place was nothing more than a ghost, a figment, ethereal, even a memory of long dead places and long dead gods.  Yet it was also described as a woodland of perpetual twilight, that it resided always in-between; in-between everything, light and dark, between the realms, between life and death.  If the stories of eons past were true, things I thought were nothing more than myth and legend, then Tavshae was home to gods and goddesses, er, Yaidalize, elemental spirits, and other magical creatures.  Absentmindedly, I started walking again, in awe and wonder, looking this way and that.  According to legend it was also home to the Way Station, the place for weary travelers to rest when traveling between realms, a place for beings in danger to find safety, the neutral meeting ground.  I still wandered aimlessly through this strange land.  I didn't even pay attention to which way I traveled; I was so amazed.  I just followed my feet and the pulse of the energy in the air.  Speaking of the energy, the tales speak of Tavshae as the place where all lei lines cross through, the point where all the realms meet the Tree of Life and connect, a realm of portals to and from everywhere, a place of perpetual energy where you breath magic and drink dreams.  Maybe I was dreaming.  'This can't be Tavshae, Tavshae isn't real, is it?  This is impossible.'

I might have been talking to myself.  I might have said that last bit out loud, as I heard in response, Lilatheen's voice, "In the absence of light, boundaries fall, all paths lie open, the impossible becomes possible.  Welcome to my home.  Would you like a cookie?"

Lilatheen's home was far smaller than I would have imagined.  The rounded roof was thatched.  Each window was lit from within by a candle.  The walls were stone covered in stucco.  It appeared to be a single story home with just a few rooms inside.  It reminded me, somewhat, of a toadstool. The front door was a rounded arch of wood with a small overhang.  A small garden in front of the home was bright with blooms and four chairs and a table made it a welcoming place to have tea which it seemed I had interrupted.

"Would you like a cookie?" Lilatheen asked again.

I blinked away my surprise and turned to her.  "Is this your home?"

"Sometimes," she replied.

"Um, a cookie?" I looked at the dark brown, round biscuit that was covered in a white powder that she offered me. It looked like a real cookie. Who knew goddesses ate cookies? I didn't think the gods mingled with humans anymore, but cookies were a pretty modern invention. I didn't want to be rude, so I picked one up, saying, "Thank you." I munched on my warm cookie which was soft and very, very sweet. Taking in the scenery, I stood, afraid it would be rude to simply sit down uninvited. Her house was perched near a cliff with a view of seemingly unending forest below.

"Please sit down."

I sat, still looking around and absorbing my surroundings.  "Am I really seeing two suns on the horizon?"

"It is a mirage. We only truly have one light in the sky, it is called The Morning Star.  It always hovers just above the horizon. But it is believed that if you gaze at it directly, it will turn into a mirror and show you your true self, much like it projects its own mirror image in the sky."

I quickly look down, not sure I was ready to see my true self.

Boov's and Cookies and Things

"Oh, you are thinking a mistake. Boov do not steal and abduct. No. Boov liberate and befriend." - Oh from Home (2015)

"Ophelia, I keep meaning to ask you, how did you know what a Boov was? When I first visited Tavshae, that movie hadn't even come out yet," I asked.

"Oh please! You should understand by now that time is a very wibbly wobbly thing for me," explained Ophelia. "You know, sometimes the boov make me think of Lilatheen."

"Do they? Hey, that reminds me, I need to get her cookie recipe!"

"Oh, definitely! She makes the best chocolate crinkles!"

"I have to say, walking up that invisible stairway in the dark was terrifying!" I mused.

"Lilatheen is like that. She's like a mama bird pushing her babies out of the nest. She says, 'I gave you those wings and I can take them away, so use them right!'"

"Isn't the saying, I gave you li…nevermind, you might be right. I could see Lilatheen doing just that. I suppose, sometimes a leap to faith really is the only option. Sometimes logic and reason is not enough to get you to where you need to be. Often when people think of a leap to faith, it has to be faith in a divine being, but more often, what we need to have faith in, is ourselves. Sometimes leaving the clear and easy path with trembling fear and a firm belief that no matter what happens, you'll figure it out and get through, is the only path to growth."

"I closed my eyes and leapt off a tree branch one time," Ophelia said.

"What happened?"

"I flapped my wings, once, twice, then BAM! I smacked right into another tree branch. The bump on my head was huge, but when I landed on the ground I found a new shiny thing!"

"I don't think we should ever take a leap to faith with our eyes closed. Just because we are moving into the unknown doesn't mean we should do so without gathering as much information and knowledge as possible first. When faith goes hand in hand with logic and reason, our chances of success are better. Most people equate the meaning of the word faith with belief, often belief in something without evidence or knowledge to support said belief. Faith should be equated with the word trust. Trust goes hand in hand with logic, reason and knowledge. I had to trust that Lilatheen wasn't going to make the staircase disappear and me fall. I also had to trust in my own ability to see the adventure through to the end. The leap is when you reach the end of all knowledge and trust that the direction knowledge lead you in will continue on."



"I suppose if I had opened my eyes before I leapt, I might not have hit the branch."

"Possibly, but it is also possible that you would have hit the branch anyway. And if you hadn't hit the branch, you never would have found your new shiny. Every leap to faith should be taken with the acceptance of pain. Life is painful and often some of the best places we get to involve a lot of pain along the way. Without risk, there can't be reward. The pain isn't necessarily a sign of failure and it is often the catalyst we need to take the leap in the first place, or keep going once we get started."

"Now, you remind me of Lilatheen," Ophelia stated.

 
Sometimes your only available transportation is a leap of faith. -Margaret Shepherd

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Gospel for the Fallen Ones pt2: Kalakon


By A. Devia

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"When I was a kid, my grandfather was a preacher....He said, 'God only helps those, who learn to help themselves.'" - Preacher by One Republic

When I was a kid, my great-grandfather was a preacher, the Reverend John Wesley Prince. He died when I was just seven years old. Upon his death, I inherited a musty old book. No matter how cold it might be outside, the leather bound book was always just a little too warm, like I left it sitting by the heater, even though I didn't. It had strange markings embossed on the outside and possessed the title Kalakon.  Inside, the pages were blank, sometimes. 

A Prince of God


When my grandmother gave it to me, she told me the name meant whisper. She then went on to tell the tale of the book's history as it has been handed down through my family.






"Under cover of night, my grandmother said, "after the baying of the hounds faded away, but the grief was still fresh, a man, bloodied and bruised, by the name of William De Wychurst, reached into a gnarled old oak tree and retrieved a book full of strange writings and symbols.  He hid it away in the folds of his clothing and limped home as tears streaked his face.  Thereafter, charged with a new and strange destiny by the dear friends who had met a foretold but tragic end; he was henceforth known as William Atte Wode, meaning William of the Wood."

"Why did he have to change this name?" my seven year old self asked.

"Because he had been given his quest by the Lady of the Wood, Lilatheen. It is said that she was a fairy goddess."

"She was his fairy godmother?" I asked, incredulous. "Do I have a fairy godmother too?"

"Not a fairy godmother. You're not Cinderella and she certainly doesn't bibitty bobbity," my grandmother said, giving me a tickle. "This is much more serious. Our family has been the guardians of the magic and secrets of the book, known as Kalakon, for 25 generations, well over 700 years. The history of this book is also the history of your family.

Take for instance John Attewood who was born in 1450 in Sanderstead, Surrey, England to Isabella and John Atte Wode.  He died on July 30, 1525, in Sanderstead, Surrey, having lived a long life of 75 years.  Upon his death he left Record No. 903 (Wall Tablet with effigies, brass, south wall of chancel) 'Off yor. charite pray for the soulle of JOHN ATWODDE/and DYONES his wyfe which JOHN decessid the XXX/ day of July Adni MVXXV on who soul thu haue m’ci.' Within John's will, he left his estate to his six sons all named John. Luckily, when his Wife Dyones died, in 1530, she detailed the estate and the different names of the sons, John Henry Attewode, John Hewson Attewode, John Richard Attewode, John Edward Attewode, John Attewode, as well as a daughter, Agnes Attewode."

"Wow! I’m glad he didn't name his daughter John!"

"I'm sure she felt that way too," my grandmother agreed. She continued reciting our history, "The Atte Wode and later Attwood family worked with and for the English Crown on and off for generations.  Living in and around Surrey, England, various generations could lay claim to titles such as Sergeant at Arms, Forest Wardens, King's Commissioners, Keeper of the King's Falcons, and even Knight of the Shire…"

"Knight of the Shire?" I asked with a dreamy look on my face.

"I'm pretty sure we don't have a Bilbo hanging around in our lineage."

"Oh, I thought maybe that's why you and I are so short,"  I said pouting.

"What's important for you to understand is that all these ancestors were keeping this monstrous secret that at times could have had them hanged for heresy."

"What's that?" I asked.

"A belief that is different from the church, in this case, the Church of England. In fact, that brings me to the point in time where the danger got too great. Alice Atwood, sensed danger on the English mainland. She had married a man named William Mullins, and with their children, they boarded a boat call the Mayflower and crossed the Atlantic seeking religious freedom. They brought the book with them." 

I once went to visit the grave of Alice's daughter Priscilla in Duxbury, Massachusetts.  I had with me an EMF detector.  EMF stands for Electro Magnetic Field. It is believed that this detector can identify changes in the electromagnetic field when influenced by ghosts and spirits. I walked the entire graveyard including over Priscilla's grave.  It didn't beep once, until I bent down to place a small stone on Priscilla's headstone.  The beep startled me and I jumped back, stone still in my hand.  As I bent to place it a second time, the EMF detector beeped again. I'm pretty sure she was sending me a message. She knew I was destined to be more than just a keeper of the Kalakon.

Anyway, my grandmother continued her story about our family, a story she told me every year until I was able to tell it back to her. "Priscilla's son, Captain John Alden was a sea captain and merchant in Boston.  Salem, at the time, was a large and bustling seaport.  Stopping in Salem on his way back from Quebec, he was accused of witchcraft in 1692.  In his own account of his trial, John stated, "'Then all were ordered to go down into the street, where a ring was made; and the same accuser cried out, ‘there stands Aldin, a bold fellow with his hat on before the judges, he sells powder and shot to the Indians and French, and lies with the Indian squaes, and has Indian papooses.'" John Alden had close ties with Quakers, Indians, the British Crown and the French.  Upon his escape from jail, John Alden arrived on his brother, Joseph's, doorstep, our ancestor, seeking help to hide himself and the book.

"Eight generations later, Constance Kimball married John Prince. John's ancestor, Sarah Warren, was also accused of witchcraft in Salem, MA. You need to understand, the great secret to the tragedy that was the Salem Witch Hunt, the Kalakon lies at the center. It's knowledge must be hidden away until the Elder Gods, the Fae Gods return and decree its release. Otherwise, the consequences are dire."

"So, I can't tell anyone about my book?" I asked. Remember, I was only seven at the time. Why on earth they thought it was a good idea to entrust something like that to a seven year old, defies logic, but then again, here I am. Entrusted by the Fae Gods, I must deliver this knowledge to you now, so I suppose there was a divine plan.

"You can never tell anyone about this book," my grandmother explained solemnly. "From the heart of the earth and the sublime ether, there have always been Wanderers. The poets, bards, storytellers, and artists. Those who collect the events, writings, symbols and wisdom of the peoples they meet and share them far and wide, bridging time and space in a way others cannot. They gain entrance to the darkest shadows, loftiest heights, secret places, windblown plateaus and perhaps most importantly of all our hearts and minds. These Wanderers follow the ways of the ancient gods.  This book, bound with the skin of a living creature, warm to the touch, and worn smooth with time is the Kalakon. Woven with enchantments, it captures the whispered tales as they are carried between times and places. Within these pages, the hidden secrets of the universe are spread open. Now you are the keeper of those secrets."

In addition to the family history from my grandmother, the book, Kalakon, came with the following prophesy and instructions to the keepers of the Wood: 

And so it must be, for so it is written
The Word, the Breath, the Life, the Fates, for Hope
To the keepers of the Wood, I entreat you guard this knowledge with your blood and your soul.  For the sake of love, justice and freedom, preserve this book and hide it away from ignorant eyes. If the Wood dies, we all die.

Freedom for meek, Atlantis seek
Flowers in May, beyond this day
I burned the stake, escape he'll make
A Prince of God, a grave of sod
Near journey's end, reunited again

Found in the lies, Truth never dies
Words from the page, unlock the cage
Breath to the flame, power we claim

Tables do turn, in desserts that burn
A balance is struck, rise from the muck
Trumpets do sound, time of truth is found
They're reborn again, at world end
Partial fantasy, a blasphemy
a mystery, Living history,
In lands gone astray, learn more each day

Web full of lies, Steal stars from skies
Words from the page, unlock the cage
Breath to the flame, power we claim

Hobbits and Witches in the Broom Closet
So, my journey began at the age of seven with a mysterious book I was sworn to secrecy about. For years, I'd open it and find nothing but blank pages, maybe a sentence or two, nothing more. Then, I started finding stories about ancient gods and goddesses, faraway lands and ancient battles. I read every single one. I was hungry for it. From time to time I also found incantations, recipes and spells. I still wanted to understand and learn more, so one day, I went in search of these ancient deities and my life was never the same again.

"What do the hobbits and witches in your broom closet have to do with anything?" Ophelia whined.

"Isn't the saying Skeletons in my closet?" I asked.

"Ewww…you have dead bodies in your closet?" Ophelia exclaimed, aghast at the idea.

"No. I..ah..well, actually, I do have a skeleton in my closet," I swung a nearby door open. "It's a Halloween decoration. Anyway, my ancestry matters, because without them, I wouldn't be here. And if I don't remember their mistakes, I may repeat them. They are part of me. My ancestors are part of who I am and what I believe. The history of the Kalakon matters because people need to understand, these stories, some are new, some are old, and some are more ancient than mankind. This is a tale of epic proportions that has shaped history, changed lives and is still changing and evolving as we speak. This is not just some ancient fiction. The ancient mythologies aren't just over and done. The gods aren't dead and their philosophies still shape our universe and can change our world and have been since the beginning."



"Woah…that's deep. So when do we get to start baptizing the sun worshipers in blue jello?"

"Why do we need to baptize people in blue jello?" I asked, confused.

"To wash away the coconutty stink of their past bad deeds, of course! That's what religions do right? Baptize people?"

"Well, some of them do but it's typically a symbolic gesture done with water to wash away sin. I think it takes more than a dunk in water to wash away past bad deeds, but I suppose it's a start."

"Of course it takes more than water! That's why you need the blue jello! Isn't that why your hair has blue streaks? Lilatheen washed away your past and remade you as Devia!"

"That is a story for another day. Let's go make some jello. I'm hungry."


Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Gospel for the Fallen Ones Pt1: Write in an eBook



By. A. Devia

Video version:


Hi! I'm Devia your bipolar, goth priestess. I've been preaching to you for a few weeks now. The ancients were lost, but now they are found. They fell but were not defeated. I'm assembling their philosophies. Would you know more?

Write in an eBook


"This is gospel for the fallen ones, Locked away in permanent slumber. Assembling their philosophies, From pieces of broken memories." -This Is Gospel by Panic! at the Disco
I heard behind me a loud voice like the sound of a trumpet, saying, “Write in the book what you've seen." I hung my head and covered my face with my hands. I knew this moment was coming, but did it have to come while I was taking a shit?
"Ragar!" I called out, "that's not funny and you know it!"
He chuckled in a voice that sounded like rolling thunder. The glass jar of cotton swabs on the back of my toilet shook, then crashed to the ground. "Oops…," he muttered, "Sorry Devia, I forgot to turn down the volume."
I flushed the toilet and stepped into my hallway expecting to find some sort of spectacle. I wasn't disappointed. Hovering about 4 feet above the ground was a translucent green blubbery ghost who said, "The door has been opened," then promptly disappeared. 
"That's the crappiest attempt at Slimer that I've ever seen," I called out, but it was no use. He was gone and my entire existence was about to change.
I went into my bedroom which was an electic bohemian mix of colorful area rugs and mismatched antique and modern furniture. On the walls was a cacophony of art including paintings, photographs, carved wooden panels and more. The windows were draped with curtains and sheers with reds and oranges that were held up by black iron piping. The walls were beige and ceiling a cerulean blue that made it feel more like you were outside than in.
I opened a hidden compartment and from it, I retrieved a book, bound with the skin of a living creature, warm to the touch, and worn smooth with time. The Kalakon. 
"What was that about?" asked Ophelia.
"It's time," I replied.
"Time for what?" asked Ophelia, an adorable little pixie with bat wings and huge ears. She has been with me for what seems like forever.
"Time to tell my story, all of our stories."
"Oh, then I'll get some popcorn!" she squeaked and disappeared.

The Prophet

My name is now Alice Devia, I was born with a different name, but that was so many lifetimes ago, I can hardly remember it now. Anyway, you can just call me Devia, everyone does. There is magic in my blood, but I've not been chosen just because of my heritage. I have been tried and tested by divinity and shockingly; I was not found wanting. I'm not really sure how that happened, but who am I to question beings more powerful than I? I have been trained in the ways of the Seidr (SAY-der), an individual that accesses the collective knowledge of creation, the Akashic records, the web of fate, and even the knowledge, memories and emotions of other beings.
I've met the old gods, the new gods, and everything in-between. It doesn't matter what names I give them; it doesn't matter what names they had 1,000 years ago. It doesn't matter what names they had in the beginning, before man was even a thought. They are all the same - the truth is still the truth. You may think you recognize some of my stories; you'd be right. Don't let the names fool you. It's the truth between the lies that matters.

Guide to the Akashic Library

To better understand my mad ramblings, you must understand what the Akashic Records are. Akasha (ākāśa आकाश) is the Sanskrit word for "aether" or "atmosphere". Alternately, in Hindi, Akash (आकाश) means "sky" or "heaven". In 1883, Alfred Percy Sinnett, wrote in his book, Esoteric Buddhism, of a Buddhist belief in "a permanency of records in the Akasa" and "the potential capacity of man to read the same." Western philosphy calls it Collective Consciousness. Whatever your ancestry or culture or religion, it doesn't matter; it's all the same. Reading the sky, hearing the whispers on the wind or that small voice inside your head, seeing the unseen, feeling the emotions of others, these things are not for the faint of heart. If you're easily offended, close minded, or already feeling faint…leave now, before I shatter your beliefs and shake the foundation of your world. Ignorance is bliss and none of this will save your life when the end comes anyway.
Not all that glitters is good
History is written by the victors
Not all who wander are lost
A new path can only be seen by looking back
Not all that is over is past
The best lies are almost truth
Not all that have fallen are defeated
That which came before always comes again
Oh, you're still here? Ok, then, brave soul. You'll first need to understand why my Seidr abilities are special because I assume you've never tried to access the Akashic Library yourself. The Akashic Library has terrible hours and is nearly impossible to access at will. I've petitioned them for better customer service, but it seems to fall on deaf ears. Though, now that I think of it, the head librarian, well, I'm not sure she, he? I'm not sure it's gender or species, for that matter, but I don't think it has ears. Maybe that's part of the problem. One day, on the door to the library, in teeny tiny print, I found this flyer posted:
Welcome to the Akashic Library
This guide will give you some basic facts about our Library. Materials can be read on site or checked out for the purposes of personal gain, literary publications, and world domination. If you possess the proper divine gift and Seidr training, your material will automatically be chosen and delivered to you at our convenience. All others must beg for entrance, proffer the proper burnt sacrificial offering and don't forget the secret hand shake breathing sequence. Remember (under penalty of sado-masochistic orgies sex rituals with the staff) that whenever you need any help finding your way through the sacred rows of our resources, DO NOT ASK ANY MEMBER OF THE LIBRARY STAFF. 
HELPFUL HINTS:
HOURS:  3:37am in the morning to 6:42am in the morning, Monday and Thursday, 3:37am in the morning to 4:27am in the morning, Tues., Wed., & Fri. Wednesday night from 7:00pm in the evening to 7:02pm in the evening. We are closed for all holidays, regardless of species, realm, race or dimension. STUDENTS MUST SHOW ID, BIRTH CERTIFICATE, NAME PRINTED CLEARLY ON UNDERWEAR, AND GREAT GREAT GRANDFATHER'S DOG TAGS TO BE ADMITTED TO THE LIBRARY ON WEDNESDAY EVENINGS. Any changes will be announced and posted 3 minutes in advance.
PASSES: BLUE Reference passes are available from your subject teacher if you have the signature of your yogi in blue, every guidance counsellor in green, and the Shaman in magenta. Or you can obtain an ORANGE pass from the Staff between 8:01 and 8:13am in the morning if you have the above requirements and written permission from the Buddha or the Christ. These passes may be used to come to the Library from class or study hall on B day during the first 3 periods and F day during 6th and 8th periods. The KALAKON pass was lost sometime in the past, if you possess it, you have the answer to life, the universe and everything.
CHECKING OUT MATERIALS: ALL Library materials must be signed out with your student ID with the proper barcode attached if you have had a full psychological no less than 3 weeks prior. If your ID has in anyway been damaged you MUST fill out form RU486 in triplicate, pay the $50 replacement charge, and wait 3-6 weeks for approval and replacement and be reborn before signing out materials. All materials must be "desensitized" before they leave the Library because the poor darlings may get their feelings hurt if left with you crude hooligans. Students and our beloved materials leave only through the Library exit gate 53. Running, skipping, rolling, or flying through other doors, ventilation ducts, windows, concrete walls, or other exits WILL NOT BE PERMITTED!
LATE FEES: All checked out material is due by 3:37am in the morning on the third day. Late fees will begin accruing immediately upon failure to return the material. Late fees will be collected daily in the form of random sequences of your DNA. We will not be responsible for side effects including but not limited to degenerative diseases, random mutations, and devolving to lower forms of life including slime, single celled amoeba or blob fish.
A SHORT TOUR OF THE LIBRARY
THE CIRCULATION DESK: Special over privileged collections of RESERVE BOOKS are located behind the desk. These materials are signed out for use in the Library ONLY, and must be returned at the end of your period. Seeing as how males do not have periods they may not use these. If you are a male with a period, then please seek professional guidance and stop bothering us.
THE COPY MACHINES: You may photocopy materials for $10 dollars per copy. Be sure to read all 200 pages of the directions and pass the Photocopy Machine Operating Assessment Examination before you begin, or ask one of the Staff who does not have PMS for help. Photocopies of body parts may be sold at the Photocopies of Body Parts Stand for no more than $7 dollars apiece.
AUDIOVISUAL CENTER: Audiovisual software (video recordings, kits, etc.) are stored here. A previewing/listening room is available by appointment for using these materials. This privilege will be REVOKED if students start leaving sticky messes behind and/or switching materials.
PERIODICAL ROOM: Back issues of magazines, newspapers, magazines on microfilm and microfiche are located here. Copies of microfiche may be made for you if you get down on your knees, beg, and offer the right favors. The cost is $25 dollars per page. Typewriters for student use are located in a small (3x3½ft) room within the Periodical Room. If we have any incidents of students chaining themselves to the typewriters due to infatuation with the clicky keys (like last year), then the door will be permanently locked.
REFERENCE SECTION: This section contains general encyclopedias, handbooks (these may be slightly sticky), dictionaries (sizes small, medium, large, and extra-large), oversized books, and other specialized, Special Ed. sources. 
ELECTRONIC RESOURCES: Witch Weekly, WhipPerfect, NewBed (a computer index to new bedroom accessories), and ACCESS-ALL are available on the Library's computer network. The computer illiterate staff will not permit hacking of any sort. 
READING/MEDITATION ROOM: All rules will be strictly adhered to at all times. Out of body experiences are strictly prohibited. In the event that one should occur, and one's body is left unattended for more than 30 mins, it will be towed and impounded at the owners expense. There shall be no mental transference or mind melds of any kind, nor strange odors biological or otherwise. Any violations of these rules shall result in your souls eternal entrapment in the Book of Rules. **We strongly advise against attempting any type of meditation in this room without a towel.**
CAREER MATERIALS: A variety of career materials are located in a special section. This section, however, was lost several years ago. If you find it, please tell a staff member.
ART COLLECTION: Materials on a variety of art topics are shelved near the career area.
This ends our tour of the Akashic Library. We know you will have questions--just do not ask us! REMEMBER that your most important source of clues to help you find something are the numerous trails of squirrel droppings.

How Did I Get Here?

"Hold it!" cried Ophelia.
"What?" I asked. "I was on a roll."
"Sure, you've done a great job explaining how hard it is access the Akashic Library and gain a direct connection into and out of the collective knowledge of the universe. You must ask yourself, well, how did I get here?"
"Right! Well that would be the first time I met you, wouldn't it?"
"Sort of, but it was the first time you met them. Let's all go to the movies! I've got the popcorn, you change the film reel!"
(continued next week)

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