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The Parable of Origin

Ancient Titans play their games; Stasis and Flux don their staves.
Each their will and way; they circle one another in disdain.
Pushing and Pulling they remain, infinitely thus ordained.
Yet some foul day a catalyst would array, and tip that balance away.
-The Elder Prophecy

A motionless center is surrounded by an everlasting cyclone; a duality that reverberates throughout the ages. Guided by a force much greater than simple intention, a vessel approached the fulcrum of all Being.

The Lookout

In the grey hours of the morning, a groggy lookout sat precariously in his crow’s-nest watching the mist swirl about the seas. He was glad that morning had come, as this would mark the second day of his lookout shift. Tired, wet, and isolated he sat, eyes set ahead in determination, desperately seeking something.  Soon, once the morning sun broke the horizon line, the first mate would announce shift change and he could get some much-needed rest, but until then he held his eyes wide open.

The Pearl of Faith had embarked on a perilous journey across the Seas and through the impassable storm towards a sacred end. It had been weeks since they had burst through the eternal storm, with the help of the priest, and into the Forgotten sea. Yet still, their destination eluded them.

The lookout stared drearily across the waters, and silently cursed the events that had dragged him away from his land and family and onto this cold and lonely station. What could he have done when they had come to his home town of Hadath looking for a Sharp-eye to join the crew? His oath prevented him from declining a direct request from a high priest. The priests expected utter submission from those who worked the land, especially if one was born with the gift of a lesser divine-gene and had to swear fealty to the First. Insolence and oath breaking were severely punishable, the worst cases usually ended in public execution. He only hoped that in his absence his eldest son would deal reverently with the priests which came by each week to provide coin and collect the weeks mined ore. Priests never did seem like the trustworthy types to him anyway, with their lush purple robes and Mind-Gene tricks, always preaching Imbalance and chaos. They certainly were, however, hungry for iron ore. He chuckled to himself thinking of the Priest sleeping soundly in his cabin below, and how he had fret at dinner the other night when he was served the same slop as the rest of them.
He was interrupted from his thoughts by a dark speck slowly resolving itself in the distance, despite the thick mist that had been plaguing the vessel for the past 2 weeks, his enhanced vision could make out a faint outline in the distance. Stunned, he willed his vision to see further and pierce the thick mist. Sure enough, he made out the shape of an island. He reached over with numb hands and began to ring the rusty bell which hung off the mast.

“By the Will….” he whispered. They had finally made it.



The Priest

The Priest woke to the muffled sound of feet slapping the deck and bustling activity as the crew came suddenly alive. Shaken to awareness by a loud and commanding voice bellowing orders, he sat up and listened to the cacophony on the deck, a realization blooming in his sleep-addled mind.

“Stow those Sails!”, he heard the first mate yelling. “Prepare the oars and get ready to row, men!”

The priest started, shocked into wakefulness. What is this? He thought. After 6 long months, had this tedious and uncompromising journey actually come to an end? What would await them upon their arrival? Apprehension grew in him, so he stood hastily and yelped as he bumped his head on an overhead beam. He reached up with a once well-manicured hand to check for a wound while ducking under the beam exaggeratedly. Luckily the only damage was a sharp throbbing, which left him wishing his steward was there to run him a hot bath and ease his discomfort with a grooming. He uncomfortably glanced to the dull barrel, which stood in the corner of his room, and was acutely aware of his present situation- There would be no steward or bath. In fact, there was barely any water left for a wash. He walked over to check the water level and saw that the barrel was nearly empty, save for a measly pool of brownish water at the bottom. He reached in with a cupped hand and slurped some of it up, cringing at the bitter, woody taste.

The captain had refused to refill his barrel on account of the crew’s needs, the Principle he called it. He hadn’t even listened to the arguments the Priest had given concerning his significance in this mission. He was the high priest of the church of Revolution after all, the one entrusted with the duty of Divine messenger! This mission was hopeless without him! He was the only one on board with a Mind-gene, which made him capable of understanding things no normal man could fathom, and hence deliver the Will of a God. Only he could harness the magnificent power of the Origin and survive the ordeal. Only he had the Will to receive it. Still, he had to eat and drink like a lowly lesser-divine sailor! The fact that he could attune his Mind to tap all the sensory divine-genes gave him a power not many men could challenge but still, using his Power-Gene, the captain ordered that water and food be shared evenly upon his vessel. This gene brought all to subservience while on the ship. Subservience! An authority only the church should be able to command, but direct descendants of the First Exile were all born with the ability to influence the Minds of those who swore the Oath. The church had paid a large portion of Iron for that crooked captains services, his silence was paramount. For too long have the ancient scriptures and Power-genes of the First limited the churches Evolution. He knew that would all change soon though, and that knowledge had given him some respite on the trip. But if he failed all would have been in vain… He couldn’t! The Priest would succeed, had to succeed.  Yet, despite his wavering confidence, his faith had taught him well; The Will of Revolution always got its way.

He walked over to his adorned wooden chest and pulled the heavy lid up. He would wear his most lavish robe today. The one stitched from dyed minx fur, its hood lined with bright peacock feathers that cascaded down the back of the robe and made the wearer seem fierce yet noble if worn correctly. He pulled it over his head and let it drop down to his feet, then turned the hood up over his head. He then picked out a beautiful white velvet stole and adjusted it so that the ends fell around his shoulders and crossed securely at the chest. He quickly inspected himself on a crude metal sheet the captain had brought in after he had rebuked him for the lack of accommodation in the cabin. Principle or no Principle, he would not live like a beast.

Satisfied with his appearance, the Priest whispered a solemn prayer to thank Revolution for this blessed and unpredictable day and reached for his Staff of Mind. He left his cabin and made his way to the deck in a slow, deliberate, pace so as not to trip over his robes. His ascent up the stairs was ever so elegant, something he achieved despite the rocking boat by using his Mind-gene to enhance Grace. He was the Divine Emissary, stumbling was not acceptable.

As he walked up onto the deck, he was greeted by a frenzy of bustling sailors. None of which even bothered to stop and hail as they should have. He stood there looking slightly irritated and focused his Sight, throwing his gaze towards the island slowly appearing on the horizon, and away from the bustling sensory overload which was currently the deck.
“Oy! Priest!” a crewmate in passing asked without using the proper honorific, “ye ken she burns like the Book of Revolution says?”
Ignoring the insolent sailor, he focused his Mind and using Greater Perception, was able to make out an island in the distance, its single smoldering peak reaching up into the sky. He boosted his hearing and heard a distinct droning hum emanating from it. A warm pleasant sensation began to crawl through him and knew that the insufferable months of indefinite travel were finally over. They had returned where The First had been exiled for believing in the Power of Revolution, swearing to abandon the Power of Origin. This was it! The Origin was within reach! He could feel the Will of Revolution stir within him as if awakened by the droning hum emanating from somewhere deep within the island. The power to destroy worlds would be his to take. The Church would finally break the influence the First had over them and reign the coming era of Chaos for themselves.

The Watcher

The Watcher hummed the Hymn of Sight and considered his duty. His father had been a Watcher, and his father’s father too, as were all his forefathers. And now, it all ended with him. The Holy Constant buzzed in the background, the island vibrating with the intensity of it, its pulse reverberating through the worlds. He stood on his perch above the clouds on the peak of Mount Haleka watching the distant vessel approach in silent disbelief.

He wore a glowing Q’aba jewel on his forehead, which contained a sliver of the Hearth and pulsated along with the Constant- the humming vibration that the Origin emitted, the anchor of worlds which kept the Eternal Storm at bay. A warm bear-fur cloak covered his strong shoulders and he was bare chested underneath despite the cold. A massive sword hung at his waist, and in his hand, he carried the large blazing staff which he had used to ignite the monolithic warning beacon that would notify the people of the prophesized return. The beacon, built over the generations, was so large that it had to be built around the mountain peak itself, and now it burned.
Many generations ago, the first Watcher climbed the mountain to act as guardian of the Holy Constant’s Power, for it had been foretold that one day in the future, the children of the Exiled First, which had been tainted by the Will of Revolution, would return to claim the Power of Origin and use it to tip the balance. Sure enough, that day had come.

The Watcher raised his free hand to shade his eyes as he looked away from the incoming boat to solemnly take in the rising sun. The mountain blazed above him, its fiery heat prickling his skin, he began to hum the Hymn of Courage. The tone of his voice merged with the Constant harmoniously and formed an inspirational resonance that calmed him, and helped him focus on the task at hand. The children of Origin could enhance and share many emotions this way.

Everyone would be humming Courage on this day, for today Courage would determine the result. The Watcher looked towards the town center and saw that the community on the island had begun its journey into the Hearth, the hallowed crystal Caverns deep in the heart of Mount Haleka, where the Holy Constant’s hum originated, and the Power would be created. The people would strengthen the Holy Constant and hum the correct hymn when the time was right, acting to provide the watcher with the Power of Origin so he could face the Agent of Revolution. If he succeeded in drawing the Will of Revolution into him, then he would hold the power of creation in his hand. He unconsciously began to Hum Resolve along to the Constant as he made his way to the coast to face his burden, his hand resting on his Bastard Sword. The Origin would survive this.

The Child

She stood before the crevice which led to the Hearth, hand clasped in her mothers, watching the people lined up to enter behind them. Not so many left, she saw, and they all hummed Courage. The Hymn was spectacular, though despite the waves of courage that shook her, the mouth of the caves frightened her. It looked suspiciously like a gaping mouth waiting expectantly for a meal. Bluish light emanated from within eerily, its Glow pulsating along with the sound of the Holy Constant, which felt really loud in her ears almost drowning her own Hymn of Courage out. She hadn’t mastered the Ancient Gift yet and was having trouble attaining the correct tones, making the hymn less effective and reducing her courage. She looked to her mother and saw worry in her large green eyes. She hummed Attention at her, attempting to gain acknowledgment. Her mother looked down at her tenderly and hummed Affection.
‘What’s wrong Child? Do you fear the caves?’ Her mother asked, concern showing behind her comforting smile. Dark face tinted blue by the light, she looked older than usual. Her black hair was tied back in a tight bun, causing her face to look taught. The child looked up and nodded her agreement.
‘It looks hungry’, the child said.
Her mother laughed, but it sounded strained.
‘Beyond that crevice, child, is a path that leads to the Hearth. It is our sanctuary, our safe place.’ She said sweetly, attempting to comfort the worried looking child. ‘You must not be afraid. Practice humming Courage loudly so that I can hear it. It will also help everyone else to have an added voice to the Hymn, especially me.’ She winked at the child and turned back to walk in pace.
The Child hummed Resolve to herself quickly, strengthening her determination, then switched to Courage in a loud and well intoned voice. She saw her mother stand straighter at that. The child buzzed with the hymn and it brought a wave of courage she hadn’t perceived before, her own. It was powerful, and removed any trace of concern she had had. She released her mother’s hand and looked excitedly towards the cave mouth, the Hearth now beckoning her.

Once inside, the sound of the Holy Constant intensified. It beat against her, and she forced herself to hum louder as she followed the flow of people towards the sanctuary. Glowing Q’aba crystal shards grew in an inward spiraling pattern around the cave walls, she knew that they would eventually join the Giant cluster deep inside; the Origin. The cavern floor was a smooth rock that seemed wet but wasn’t, it was cold under her feet as she stepped in line with the others. They were led downwards, and she saw where the cave wall grew so tight it would only let one person through at a time. There would be a large chamber up ahead filled with buzzing people as they hummed and revolved around the Origin. She could hear excited whispers all around her, the prophecy had come true, the time to support the watcher was upon them.
‘I saw the beacon, was a great blistering fire it was! The whole Peak took fire in seconds like a hell-fire!’ She heard one man exclaim.
‘I saw it too’, came his friends curt reply. ‘Yer not the only one with eyes man! Hurry up! I heard the Elder would speak once we’re all safely inside and the ceremony begins.’
‘Really? Where d’ye hear that?’ asked the man, shocked. The Elder did not have a habit of speaking. The child had heard he was older than time itself.
‘Sister Aisha said so when she announced the Return to my wife, she said the Elder would address us directly.’ Came the response.

Excited to hear the Elder, the child turned towards the pass and saw she was next in line after an elderly man. She stepped up onto a carved out stepping stone and stared at the tiny opening lined with jagged crystals, even for someone her size it was a tight squeeze. she looked back and found her mother gently urging her forward, humming Urgency at her; the Elders speech would commence soon. She stooped and stepped through gingerly, careful not to hit her head on any sharp crystals. She stood up straight and beheld the Origin for the First time.
A tower of crystals took up the entire center of the deep cavern, seeming to have once exploded outwards violently from beneath the ground. The cluster trailed crystals towards each of the connecting caverns. The crystals were brightest here and spiraled all around a single Giant shard that vibrated visibly, and pulsated brightly. It loomed monolithically around a swirling hoard of people all humming courage, the rhythm a crescendo of emotion and sound that beat against her and caused her to stop short. She looked for her mother, afraid to lose her in the crowd and saw her stepping in behind her. The child reached out and took her mother’s hand, and they began to make their way towards the spiraling mass.
‘The Watcher will begin his duty soon Child, lets join the humming ceremony and lend him our courage.’ Her Mother said over the loud humming, falling in rhythm with the massive crowd. The child followed, stepping in pace to her mother and not knowing what to expect.
She looked up and hummed uncertainty to her mother ‘Just do what I do Child, do not worry, let the Hymn of Courage guide you.’ She responded confidently.
The child noted how the Hymn seemed to reverberate here, as if it were always a part of the Holy Constant and not the voice of thousands of people. The harmonic resonances were perfect complements to the vibrations and emotions she could feel in her heart. This was natural, she knew this… Stepping and humming, then again, stepping and humming. She stopped being a child and just became a fragment of the Origin, a hallowed frequency in the spectrum of the Holy Constant.
The Elder Spoke from within the Crystals, and the Origin shook with an ancient voice: ‘My Brother’s Children have arrived, The Watcher Goes to meet his fate at last.’ The chorus of humming grew frenzied and began to affect the crystals, the singular swirling mass that was gaining momentum began to glow along to the Constant.
The Elder’s words echoed through the crystal-lit cave. ‘With our help, He has a chance to succeed and hold both the Will of Revolution and The Holy Constant in his heart.’ The Large central column grew brighter than a star and began to pulsate faster and faster, the humming intensifying.

‘Through this act of Courage and Transcendence we shall be preserved, and continue on preserving in return. Let us bid him farewell and lend him strength, for only the victor shall ascend into Godhood and choose the fate of our Being.’ The mad swirling and humming reached an unthinkable frequency, tearing at the fabric of existence.

‘Now Sing my children!’ The Elder announced, ‘Sing with all your hearts!’
And the swirling mass began to hum the Hymn of Transcendence.
A beam of blue light shot out of the center of the swirling mass and traveled along the crystals seeking its way out, it rushed along spiraling its way towards the cave entrance and exploded out towards the place where the Watcher and Priest stood facing each other in determination, weapons drawn.


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Chapter 1

The rank smell of decomposed flesh couples with the damp air and overwhelms the senses.

Instant panic.

Eyes snap open and frantically look around through blurry lenses. Nothing familiar to see, no walls, no ceiling, no Grateful Dead tapestry hanging over my head- only a sickening smell and absolute confusion. Breath, relax, what had happened?

As my eyes focused and my senses adjusted, I caught slight movement from the corner of my eye and saw a field lettuce devour a small mammal. I blinked and looked away, then looked back. Blood dribbled to the dirt through the leaves as the lettuce relished its catch and began cleaning itself with a grotesque purplish tongue the color of ancient Phoenician shores… I took a deep breath. The rancid smell of spoiled meat and excrement made me heave and fear crept up my spine. I wasn’t high and I wasn’t dreaming, at least I didn’t think so. Had I been abducted?

I looked up and saw the hills in the distance illuminated by a dazzling orange emphatic light. The air was crisp and cold though the ground beneath me felt warm, as if having baked under a warm sun all day. Wherever this was it was dusk. My vision was clear and my consciousness seemed whole, holy shit: I was awake!

I dug my fingers into the dirt and stretched my legs out, my head ached dully and my muscles felt sore, it felt like I had been raving all night at some underground party in the forest. I knew that wasn’t true though. I was up all night playing Hearthstone and getting stoned before stumbling into bed and falling asleep thinking how annoying Merlocks sounded. Had I been abducted by aliens then left in some field in the middle of nowhere? I cast an uncertain look back to that unnatural lettuce and the strange expanse before me and knew that I wasn’t even on Earth…

This was real, or at least that was my impression, it was real. When I was tripping and astral projecting I could never see or feel my body; the limits of my skin dissolved and there was no “I” so to speak that I could relate to. Yet, here I was, my ego as whole as my consciousness seemed to be. I stood up and brushed myself off and couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d been here before, I half expected the sudden flash which blinded me and threw me flat on my behind. Pain, real pain, raced up my spine.

Whiteness.  I could hardly see but I could smell, and it stank of herring and ocean. As my vision began to fade back in, I regained my composure, gritted my teeth and stood up slowly; preparing myself to react. I looked around for the source of the strange flash, and saw no immediate trace of it, but slowly my eyes began resolving an impossible silhouette shimmering before me.

“Hello there,” Said a melancholic voice out of the ether, utterly creepy and raspy, “looking for me”?

I squinted at the haze the voice was coming from and began to see the creature which caused me to give up on all I had once learned concerning evolution, life and everything.

Before me stood a walking, talking Delphinus like being- shiny grey skin, piercing black eyes, vestigial blow hole and all. The creature was eight feet tall and seemed to be levitating, tail fins just kind of curved inwards slightly. The air all around it seemed to flux as the being emerged forward towards me.  The thing had a mouth full of teeth and was currently smiling at me fondly. It telekinetically carried a staff made from some kind of spiraling wood that held a prism of light on its crown onto which was carved the shape of a tree.

The source of light? I asked myself, the fear of being eaten alive by vegetation suddenly a faded memory. I found myself entranced by this being’s very existence.

We stood like that a moment, scrutinizing each other, I didn’t know what to do next. I dared myself to meet its gaze and saw something remarkable. This creature was sad, it was kind, and it loved me deeply. I knew this instantly when our eyes met. It felt like staring at a mirror which was reflecting another mirror, and we were at the very center of infinity. Incomprehensible memories flickered through my mind. Did I somehow know this creature? I clumsily brushed my auburn hair aside and tried to get it under control. Unfortunately, I had left my hair-tie, and sanity, behind.  

“Long lost child of light, I knew you would appear in this forgotten field”. It stated, the last syllable fading into a soft series of clicks.

“The forgotten field”? I mumbled, unable to find a reasonable thing to say. “I just kinda, uh woke up here”? I managed, too busy thinking: “long lost child of light, what the” ….

“Hmm”, came the response. This seemed a sufficient answer, for the beast nodded knowingly and made a gratified clicking sound. The Prism on top of the staff began to pulse a soft pink, the carving of the tree leaving an electric flicker behind my eyelids.

“W-w-what are you?!” I stammered scared and confused, wanting to be back at home where my roommate Mike was probably playing videogames and wondering when the hell I would wake up. Mike, I thought, and felt that thought being tugged away from me….

“Where am I?!” I sputtered. I wanted to run and run and run, I wanted out, it couldn’t be real. I was just going crazy. I backed away intending to run far, far away.    

The Delphine saw my courage fail then emitted a burst of low frequency sound which invaded me and caused all my fear to melt away. Wave after wave the sound enveloped me in warmth and fuzziness. I stood transfixed, as visions of decay assaulted me-
An ancient eye, watching the sun rise over a plane of eternal ideas blinks away ethereal tears of quicksilver into an unevenly dug burrow underneath the tree of life, and under that tree suckling on those mercurial essences are thirteen unholy beings and their thirty-three bastard children-

I could feel everything… all the life being sucked away from everything, only to be replaced by an addictive desire, an unstoppable thirst for mercurial objects and imaginary wealth.    

“Stop” I sobbed, “please stop… It’s too much, I can’t…” tears filled my eyes and bile rose in my throat, a myriad of hot emotions awoke in me. I was calm and sad, but also angry and afraid at what I had seen. The vision burnt into my mind like the after-sight of a dream. That feeling of utter familiarity pressing against my awareness, as pervasive as an Amazonian Candiru fish stubbornly wedged in someone’s urethra. A visceral scream fought its way out of me. Why was I so provoked?

Exasperatedly, I gave myself in to the feeling and accepted the strangeness of my situation as only a veteran psychonaut could. This was important, every fiber of my being screamed attention at the vision. It was as if I had finally awoken from a disturbingly clairvoyant dream. I gave in to it, and looked up. Whatever was happening, I was determined to know the truth of what was going on.  

“Do not be scared” the creature said calmly, “you are in the presence of a member of the most ancient beings in this realm! My name is Dragbah it is an honor to meet you Alux Al- Amira.”

I stared at Dragbah, the effects of the sound blast still gripping me and calming me so that I could somehow process some of the information I was receiving.

“The oldest beings… eternal realm… it knew my name!”

What the hell was it talking about? Did this have something to do with what I saw during that strange aural blast?

Dragbah saw the apprehension on my face and gave me a toothy smile while making a very human-like gesture with his fin as if to say bring it on!

I wanted answers! “Dragbah, do you know how I came to be here and why? What did you show me just now? Do I know you? This all seems very familiar to me as if I dreamt it sometime, I need…”.

“You have no recollection of finding us, because the way was shown to you by a part of your biology which is eternally tied to us”, interrupted Dragbah impatiently. “You have been called forth along with 6 of your Kin to undertake a most perilous endeavor”. it paused and breathed in heavily. “More clarification will ensue, and you will remember a truth given to you long ago. Follow me please. We have no more time to waste”.

Dragbah turned and started moving along a patchy path. Dumbfounded and with total lack of resistance, I followed- intrigued at its cryptic response and growing more curious by the second. “What in god’s name have I gotten myself into this time?” I wondered…


Chapter 2

We walked along the path in silence for a while which I didn’t mind, my head was racing with all kinds of strange ideas and I needed to rationalize things. Whatever was happening, I had no choice but to play along. My only intuition was the sense of déjà vu, and the sense of goodness I got from Dragbah. I would follow it and get some answers, I trusted it somehow, and did not feel that it would lead me directly into harm. What would have happened had I refused to follow? Would I ever see anyone I knew again? Here came an unbidden thought. Would I have been stranded in this strange purgatory-like place? If I subconsciously found my way here, could I find my way back home?

Dragbah spoke, as if having known my thoughts: “You came to be here through a wormhole in your DNA. Do not be alarmed all DNA is encoded with this gene, only the high priest can activate it. Yours was activated and your subconscious mind heeded the call” continued Dragbah. “You traveled while you were asleep in order to smooth the transition, as the body takes quite a toll folding in on itself, and remolecularization is never a pleasant experience… Not to mention the effect on the mind. In dreams we accept certain things which we couldn’t in our waking lives.”

It moved along, and led me towards the edge of the field, where a dark hill loomed over the plane and wavered strangely in the glistening light.

I paused for a minute to gather my hair in a bundle and attempt to tie it to itself so it wouldn’t be blowing around so wildly – the good-old samurai knot. I wished I had more clothes… and shoes. All I was wearing was a Tool t-shirt and my comfy sweatpants. My feet were bare and ached from walking despite the hippy calluses I had developed wandering around California barefoot in my early 20’s. I reached down and wiped the underside of my foot where many small pebbles had gotten stuck to my soles from having walked across the field. The path that lad up the hill looked smooth and black, almost as if it was carved into obsidian, hopefully there wouldn’t be any sharp shards littered along the way.

Tired and confused as I was, I willed myself not to care about the uncertain and surrealistic situation I was in, I just needed a minute to myself to breathe. Despite the nagging feeling that this mattered, all I wanted was to go back home. I wondered if I could escape and I felt Dragbah watching me. It sighed loudly. Sadness suddenly filled the air like a scent. I was worried I’d be hit by those sound waves again, but there only came another chortling sigh and: “My long-lost friend, we have failed this planet and its being. The time has come for us to act for truth. Come now, the high priest awaits our arrival. Your understanding of what is occurring will come, do not falter now”.

I hated being rushed. I met its gaze and held my ground.  

“What makes you think I even understand what you are talking about”? I asked fiercely, almost growling the question. “I just come to in a strange place and am met by an even more unbelievable being who speaks at me like I am a devotee at the service of some great divine quest! You have shaken me up to my core, all of this seems so familiar to me and I don’t even understand why or how! So you better start explaining or I’ll just”…

All my anger and frustration was seeping out of me, I felt a buildup of energy that started at my toes and quickly spread up to the rest of my body and erupted out of my skin. There was a loud crackling sound and I saw myself begin to glow, sparks of my energy began to arch out of my fingers and frazzled into the ground near my feet. Anger dissolved to fear, I looked up in wonder at Dragbah. Who just smiled his toothy smile, and calmly pointed its staff at me. The prism on top exploded with pink light, and I was stunned.  

The sparks subsided.

I felt the all the energy surge out of me as it flowed towards the glowing crystal that crowned the staff Dragbah carried.  My head spun and I staggered, falling limply and breathless to my knees. The bright pink light pulsed and then was extinguished. I looked at Dragbah and saw everything appear slightly green, slowly I felt my strength returning to me and sluggishly managed to sit myself cross-legged on the floor.
“I remember that look in your eye well enough to know when you are about to strike Alux Al-Amira” hummed Dragbah’s voice calmly in my mind. I reeled at the intensity with which it intoned my name, not spoken but pushed into my thoughts like a freight train, a symbol of my being. “I really wish you would trust your instinct, even your body is slowly remembering its true form. I wish I could explain it to you now but you will find even my explanation lacking. Soon you will remember your eternal struggle and your place in this realm and understand that your presence here is not a matter of choice but one of resolution. Far too long have you and the other veritable warriors been kept hidden within the ancient code. Come now, we must hurry”. Dragbah extended the bottom of the staff towards me. I grasped it and heaved myself up to my feet.  

I stood on shaky legs that seemed to refuse my weight, and took a breath in an attempt to calm myself. “I will trust my instinct and follow you because I have the feeling I should and also because I have spent my entire life obsessing about lost civilizations and your mere existence fascinates me”. I regarded Dragbah closely but only got a nod and a chitter as it turned and beckoned I follow with a silvery grey flipper.

We walked on, reaching the beginning of the slope leading out of the forgotten field and up onto the hill, beyond all seemed still and dark. For the first time since I cracked my eyes open, I looked up closely at the sky and noticed the lack of stars. The sky was filled instead with a strange illuminated pattern. As soon as the eye glimpsed the pattern it moved away so that the eyes seemed to constantly follow certain points- Always being drawn to the center, where it was darkest. It was gorgeous, like watching a million sunsets occurring in succession, fast forwarded. Golden orange light beams streaked across the sky and disappeared into the darkness beyond over and over again.

“Hey, Dragbah”? I asked. The misbegotten path that led towards the dark hill ahead was littered with tall black stones – slivers of what looked like more obsidian, “can you tell me a little about this place?”

“Your mind”, began Dragbah, “is a fractal of the greater Mind of our cosmos, the lights you see are merely free thoughts roaming around in the void of yonder darkness” it pointed the staff to a point in the sky which was the darkest and as I followed its gaze I slowly began perceiving the spiraling nature of the darkness and of the light, the very intrinsic shape of it I thought, just like a yin-yang. Dragbah continued to speak in that strange sexless voice: “This forgotten field is where being and non-being, or light and darkness, exist simultaneously, it is, if you wish, an island of existence between two realms. In your realm light could be white, whereas adjacently the opposite is true. Such variations exist endlessly through the cosmos, always paired in polar opposites, alternatively.”

“What was with the carnivorous vegetables?” I cut in somehow feeling a connection there and hoping to rationalize what I had experienced.

“The beings that inhabit this field are not as you know them, as I mentioned the extremities meet, so it is not uncommon to find odd vegetation and fauna. All of them purely somatic for spirit cannot exist within them.” He left it at that mysterious note and picked up his pace.

The road ahead began to steepen. Dragbah seemed in a real hurry now. I could hear the wheezing air coming out of the blow-hole all in a shuddering rhythm that made me wonder at his or her origins, everything about it screamed femininity at me but yet, I wasn’t sure. There was something absolutely genderless about it and the way it telepathically communicated. I stared at its caped, arched back and saw its dorsal fin protruding from a slit in the garment glittering in that strange light-nonlight of the ether, the garment was embroidered in spiraling symbols and waving patterns, I made note of strange leather bands dangling off the edges of that green cape. I took in its ancient nature and began to wonder at that, there were funny anecdotes about Atlaneans and cetaceans which I had recently read about in an article by a certain Mary Sutherland, An esoteric writer whose book I had found on a shelf at the local bookstore. Something about Whales and dolphins being the result of evolution from an ancient “pre-cetacean” race of mammalian beings bred by reptilian creatures from the constellations of Sagittarius which had come to settle the earth in the very distant past. I was always so interested in these esoteric and sometimes absurd accounts of lost civilizations, ancient aliens, and alternative history. No one understood my fascination. Even I questioned the drive sometimes. But it just seemed that wherever I looked, the universe would throw me some kind of omen that would lead me deeper into that rabbit-hole. By the time I was twenty-one I had already completed my first degree in Mythology and Cosmology and was granted a post-graduate scholarship at the University of San Diego to continue my studies. Now thirty-three years old, I had been working on my doctorate for the past four years, aimlessly reading and doing research on ancient symbolism and esoteric mysticism never finding the answers I sought. I always sensed that beyond all of the archetypal symbolism was some kind of meaning, something important to discover about the heritage of human-kind. I always wondered what knowledge had been lost in the library of Alexandria… This was all very enthralling, I just couldn’t help but smile to myself. The black obsidian path rose ahead of us, even steeper than before. The jagged shards seemed much more abundant than before, and the air felt thick with tension. I could see the crest of the hill up ahead, and could hear a loud crackling sound coming from up ahead.     
“Alux”! The calling of my name snapped me out of my reverie. Dragbah had stopped and was looking at me seriously. “I am glad you have come to accept and trust your intuition. We are almost upon the portal. Once we are near it, you will feel an intense desire to rush into it, but you must resist. Unguided one can be lost in dematerialization for a bitter eternity.”

Lost where now? I thought in wonder. “What should I do? Huh a portal? How will I go through”?

Drabgah turned to me a big sweet smile on that face full of teeth-rank with the smell of herring- and it greeted me with a flurry of excited chitters, each of which sent waves of empathy through my spine, I smiled back helplessly, somehow, I had missed this and was thrilled at what was to come.  

“You must ride on my back, old friend.” It pushed the thought gently into my mind, clear as day and natural as ever I saw what it wanted me to see, we had done this before.

I looked up while it urged me forward, flipper extended towards me, but all I could see was a turbulent maelstrom the color of violent quasars. Beams of raw energy shot out and arched into the sky fantastically to sizzle against the black shards surrounding the place we stood in. Every hair on my body stood at attention, the energy that permeated the air was devastating. I wanted to dive in, the desire was unmistakable, like needing to jump into the ocean on a hot day but tenfold.  
“Come and hold onto me, that way you won’t dash in, once we are in range.”
The command blazed in my mind. I reached out and grabbed hold of the extended flipper, the contact broke my trance and I was able to look away from the gnarly vortex.

“Lean into me and strap your legs through those leather hoops, then hold onto my dorsal fin or wrap your arms around me, whichever you feel more secure with. Hold on tight with your thighs as we move” Instructed Dragbah.  

I did as I was bid almost too fluently and naturally, it all seemed so familiar! A hand on the dorsal fin and one around the side, I was ready.

The leather straps felt tight around my thighs as I leaned forward in preparation.
“Surge on old friend” I thought to it dearly, and so Dragbah dove for the churning portal. Chittering and clicking wildly, in complete elation the dolphin dove. A laugh of joy caught in my throat and I held on tighter as it soared into the air.  We bonded then under those words and energies, and an inkling of hope rose in Drabgah’s aura. I felt it clear as a fluent note. we crashed into the portal, I held my breath. Color exploded in my vision, synesthesia overwhelmed me and I felt my being disintegrating. But then an ephemeral chittering and clicking brought my consciousness back to the moment as we spiraled through the wormhole.  


Chapter 3

As we were projected forward, our Forms dematerializing in a trail of waves and particles, our Spirit held onto one another, clinging to the physical shape of the anatomy we left behind. Held together by our genetic memory and our ancient bond, we streaked by aeons.

Dragbah gracefully soaring.

As the colors continued to rush by and my physical senses overlapped to the point of no recognition, our consciousness mingled and all the barriers melted away. I forgot myself and we became metaphysically complete. I knew this was how it would always have been, I was certain, I was home. That nagging feeling of déjà vu resolved itself in the form of a blissful remembrance: a young woman dressed in brilliant pearlescent mage-cloth fought alongside Drabgah, who was bedecked in dazzling armor consisting of mail and plate, two bloody tridents clung to its flippers, and a vicious snarl consumed its usually pleasant snout. The woman was protecting Dragbah with aural shields and casting healing spells while it held the front line of a fearsome battle. An Orca whale swooped by, teeth gnashing, and took out a whole platoon of the hairy ape-like beasts that were threatening to flank Dragbah, forcing the incoming horde to focus their attacks on it. The woman turned her attention to the Orca and began channeling a spell of some kind that seemed to invigorate the killer-whale. There was an affinity to the memory as if it belonged to me. I wasn’t sure… Who was that women fighting and casting protection spells in the Mage Cloth? I saw a sneaky lock of curly auburn hair peep out from under her hood, my sneaky lock of hair.   I wanted a closer look to make sure and as the intention set in I felt myself drifting towards the scene helplessly. I was afraid, the only battle experience I had is behind my computer screen massacring hordes of zombies. I didn’t belong here!

I could feel Dragbah’s voice tugging at my thoughts. I opened my mind to the feeling and heard it call out my name.

“Alux!” bellowed Dragbah, “beware not to lose yourself in your eternal memory. It is good to remember but this is not the time! You are taking us off course!”

I brought myself back to the present, the taste of herring strong in my mind’s eye, and the rushing colors along Dragbahs meta-form resonating underneath me- I saw us streaking through inner-space, our forms outlined by bioluminescent color that trailed behind us like the tail of a comet. All around for endless miles I could see several orb-shaped blobs of dense darkness that just hung about, Dragbah was navigating our way through them and was aiming for one in particular. It seemed to be rushing towards us at an incomprehensible speed.

Dragbah chittered, “Prepare yourself for reformation, we shall be exiting the stream soon”

I focused my consciousness and prepared for something I had no Idea how to prepare for. I was ready; no doubt in my mind. The texture around us ripped with a very sharp sounding twang and I saw the dark blob grow larger and stretch to encompass us. I began to scream but had no mouth to scream out of. We collided with the orb and came to a complete and abrupt stop. I painfully felt my body regenerate one particle and wave at a time, each particle colliding into my spirit wave after wave. I could feel my body begin to ache where I had tensed my muscles. My thighs burned from clutching onto Dragbahs back, and my lungs burned for air. I sucked in a breath and could feel my heart beating in my ears. When our remolecularization was complete and I could feel myself rotating forward as if about to do a summersault, we burst out of the darkness into frigid water. I quickly shut my mouth, and tasted salt water on my tongue. I clutched Dragbah tightly and held my breath for dear life. The staff began to glow and a large bubble began to form around my head. Thankful, I drew an uncertain breath and looked ahead. We were swimming towards a small pyramid-like rock on the ocean floor. It was covered in algae and barnacles and a school of fish swam lazily around the top of it seemingly indifferent to our approach. Dragbah chittered and swam up to the very top of the structure. The fish responded immediately and began to swim frantically around it in a circle. The current changed and I felt more than saw the pyramid shudder.
It rose.


These are the first three chapters to a story I’d like to tell. To describe it succinctly: Neo (the one, the hero archetype) meets an intra-dimensional dolphin-being who initiates him or her (I haven’t decided yet) into an ancient civilization of pre cetacean beings who have been protecting the earth(s) since the fall of Atlantis. They endeavor to save the realm from an evil coalition. I want there to be an empathic relationship between the protagonist and the dolphin- A little like the wolf and Fitz from Robin Hobbs “The Farseer trilogy”.
Hope you enjoyed it!     
Fouad Bocti

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A Strange Day

Mindless noise- incredible sound and bass variations entangled with fluctuating electronic chaos that shakes the earth underneath our feet. We are currently walking down the inhumane path that leads to the underground realm underneath Beirut, the air is dense with acrid smoke that lazily circulates right underneath our noses. Here we go I think to myself, one more time, down the rabbit hole… I inhale as much of the smoke as I can, while exhaling, I couldn’t help but smile. You see, in order to get to Beat City, one must silence the mind and its primary function- to respond to reality. Beat city is everything but “real”, it exists outside of our collective perception of reality.

The smoke was escaping through cracks in the soil , enveloping all that it touched, it rose in cataclysmic patterns, forming a thick plane suspended in mid-air that swirled and coiled as we moved through it. My loyal companion Nick was inhaling as much smoke as he could, crazy bastard! Only those in an altered state of consciousness could perceive the portal that leads to Beat City. I see it as a door, perception differs; the observer projects an idea which is manifested as whatever the conscious being imagines a portal to be – the smoke is the key to our beloved city.
As we wind on down the increasingly menacing path, the music intensifies. It fills our heads with fierce vibrations that cause solid matter to shake and tremble. The trees along the path that have guided us to our present location seem to have suffered a retched fate. They were rent and distorted, twisting and morphing into what looked like insane creatures infatuated with despair. The moonshine fell, almost unbearably, upon the hideous, sad expressions the trees were manifesting- a warning that plagues the mind as we walk on- Beware the madness!

A familiar vibe runs up my wrenched spine, I think I said something like: “hey nick, I’m looking into the eye of the strange animal. No, I’m looking at a little girl with red hair. We are being tested; can we support such madness? Can we prevail in such incoherent and mad states of mind?”
Of course though, my friend nick saw it too; his eyes were wide and full of surprise, and he was smiling. It seems we would prevail, time and time again, our minds still had not snapped. Suddenly the little girl with red hair turns around and begins to skip ahead- naturally, we follow.

We follow our guide up the path for another 10 minutes or so, she then stops abruptly, lets out an inhuman moan, and perishes. At first, the path seems unchanged, but a subtle change in the air all around us catches my attention, Oxygen levels begin to decrease. We are being mentally and physically prepared for the underground, lungs feel pressured, and every breath brings a rush of chemicals to the brain, releasing Dopamine, Serotonin, Epinephrine and Endorphins- our eyes roll back in our heads and our souls rush out of our mouths. They hang around, free of the shackles that bind it to the body. To see, taste, smell, hear and feel with intensity so fierce, the soul is ecstatic- we function at ten times our normal efficiency. Pupils dilate, we are sucked in through the awesome hole in the fibonaccian nil of our heads, and the door appears…

This place we have escaped to is completely unstained by human greed and self-conceived reality- the reality that has incarcerated the soul, the reality in which matter has enslaved the mind. We are the dreamless youth of our fallen empire
The desolate generation of the post world unification era, the children of this new world order.
Our intense need for comfort and our fear of uncertainty, our immaculate creation- our frail empire. 
Dissolved, nullified, annihilated. We are unlearned our perceptions can be reconfigured and rearranged 
Welcome to The Rabbit Hole – enter a whole different world of motivation
See that each atom in our anatomy was born in the death of a star 
Realize that all knowledge does not exist apart from us
experience the fleeting moment 
let the truth come 
A period is but a point at which one idea ends and the other begins, a point at which I am given the opportunity to transcend (or descend) my previous thoughts and claims. It is also symbolic of a singularity, the point from which the universe burst open and…

“what?” asks a disembodied voice.

Had I said that out loud? where was I?

“Huh?” I come too from this reverie to witness an awesome sight.
“You just said “the period came”! Groaned he. “Stop saying asinine shit man… not at a time like this… I can see the stink of some dog turd somewhere and… i can hear it too! it makes an awful squelchy noise…”
“well” I explained, “might be cause you stepped in it, and are doing so repeatedly you fucking retard. you’re not synesthetic yet merely… uninhabited.”  this calmly.

“Awwww! god damn it! tell me why is it every time we trip together one of us has to step in shit!! god damn it!”
Nick was evidently flustered by this, and just tore his shoes off with a mighty flick of the ankle. “Bah! Who needs shoes anyway”!

Goddamn hobbit! I thought. He was right though, shit in all its forms, figurative and literal, seemed to follow us each time we ate the fruit of it. well now, i think this thought requires no more transcendence…

“What are we gonna do now?” he demanded “My feet are cold and you look like you’ve been thinking too hard”, exclaimed he.

Indeed comfort awaited, El-Diablo Azure- Our trusty bong, pre packed and waiting to be ignited with a controlled flame we tended to generate with colorful plastic objects filled with butane…
Prometheus was a good Titan wasn’t he?

“Alright” I said, “lets head home then, Let me just go say good bye to that tree over yonder”.

“What! Wait! What! Fuckin’! tree! man! there’s no time for your hippy shit! the cold is creeping into my spine man through my feet!”
So we walked home, the balding, muttering-machine who was now shoe-less as well, and I.

As I fumbled for the keys, Nick, ever prone to Murphy’s law, begins to turn yellow before my very eyes.
“Ugh” he groaned
Damn key, why don’t these things ever fit into the keyholes? easy enough to open metaphysical doors out there in the ether, but these solid things were a real challenge i reckoned. Doors to our very own cell within this false organism we call reality. Shut out from otherness.
He was drooling now, oh shit, this is not a good sign… damn key!

And the door swung open, I looked at nick, he looked at me, a seemingly eternal moment passed.
“The Fuck?” I thought as i began to step forward
“MOVE!!!” came a frightening snarl from this livid beast.
he lurched forward and made to run to the toilet with his mouth covered with one hand and the other holding his stomach. While intention is a very admirable at this point, lets be realistic. Murphy fucking watches…
He stumbled, and began to fall…

I heard him heave before he thudded to the ground and projectile vomited all over the carpet, at the point of impact.
“uuuummmmm fuck” came the death rattle.

And the beast was still, laying ever so majestically in a remarkable puddle of regurgitated mushroom pizza.
GET THE FUCK UP AND CLEAN THIS SHIT NICK! I yelled, through a fit of the giggles.

Comfort would have to wait it seemed. what was it Lennon said?
“Life is what happens when your busy making plans”

We cleaned up, I had a few doubtful moments, common to all those of us who have cleaned up puke, where I though I was going to add to the mess rather than clean it, but alas for Murphy; even he is a victim of his own law.
We settled down on the couch.

“Ah! much better” sighed Nick.
“You fat bastard, first the shit and then a mile of half digested pizza! King of food in all its tenses! future, present and past! Next ill know you’ll be making your famous beef and broccoli stew which happens to smell the same as it does after you pass it!” I announced as I snatched the bong off the table.

I reached into my pocket to grab my trusty fire thingy and a sense of dread so deep filled me.

“Nick.for.gods.sake.the.lighter” I whimpered.

“Don’t have it man, think we left it near that tree you were speaking to, and now that you mention it, beef and broccoli sounds great!”

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The Spiral’s Quest

There was once a time when all that is wasn’t. In fact nothing had yet become. A time that did not move forward, for it was still and calm, like a frozen lake.

Within this dormant instance, there was a spiral. Now this spiral, being only a few seconds old makes nothing of this occurrence. Small and insignificant, It simply swam in colors and slept under patterns, almost non existent. It drifted along until suddenly it grew restless and anxious. Something else was there and it felt like it was being watched, somehow the spiral felt exposed and frightened. “Who’s there?” Spiral exclaimed, “What do you want?”

No one answered the frightened spiral’s questions, and so it went off  terrified and confused indeed. It went and went until it could go no more. setting itself in motion.

Tired and hungry the spiral drifted off to sleep its motion continuous now. When Spiral awoke, there was no memory of the fright it had experienced at the idea of an Other. Instead, it was filled with the strangest feeling of loneliness.

“Maybe, there really was something out there”, thought Spiral. “Maybe I could find the seer and see it myself”.
Hurriedly, the spiral set out searching for that which was watching it. It searched and searched and searched until soon enough, it came across a deep chasm. As it peered over, it felt a presence and was intrigued.
“HELLO!” it called out “IS THERE ANYONE THERE?”.

Something stirred beyond the vast emptiness; a large shape emerged from the darkness across the chasm. Large amber eyes stared back at the frightened spiral.
The spiral, nameless as all things were at that time, was in awe at the shape before it. It was large and old, and seemed very lonely.

I see you! can it be?what are you doing there? Asked the giant shape, surprised at seeing, and being seen by an other.

The little spiral was confused: “this is where I am!” it responded strongly, conviction resonating in its voice.

“Yes, you are here now.” the shape answered hope and tears brimming in her eyes, “Welcome! My name is Om; I Am and have always Been.”

“your name?” Asked the spiral, “What’s that?”

“A name”, replied Om. “Is a word that creates Form and order from disorder and abstraction, a word that sets things in motion. It is a symbol made just for you; an Order, an Idea and a Sound, to resonate within you and bring being forth”.
“You will be named Ab” she benevolently bowed her head and spoke the words:  “Ab I grant you this gift with all my love, and hope you will not resent me for it.”

Ab the spiral felt a tremendous surge ripple through it. It was reveling in the process. It thought and thought, “Ab”? It wondered, “what am I? What is Form and what is Order and what does it all mean? ecstatically the spiral began to reverberate and to progress, its center began to swirl and swell as the ideas took root, each concept and set of things separating from the core forcing the spiral to spin its self outward- Being, Form, Order, Love, Resentment; things that were not things but were. Undeniable things that just led to the occurrence of other undeniable things- Non-being, Abstraction, Chaos, Hate and Acceptance. Ab the spiral began to grow further, understanding the process which had begun; it understood that things come in pairs, each it’s own but somehow it’s other as well! Ab understood that he was always meant to meet Om and grow around her as she slowly shrunk and dissipated.
Shocked at the realization Ab beheld Om lovingly and accepted their duality and inseparability, reaching over the void to embrace her.

At Ab’s touch Om let her breath out in a tremendous shuddering sigh and whispered tiredly, a deadly exhaustion settling in her voice: “Soon you will envelope me and I will recede, and hold you still as you expand. I imagine you will have some work to do, naming  the forms which are beginning to coalesce with in you. It is difficult and I have been working a long time and am no where near finished”

“Yes!” Answered Ab, “Will you help? You already named so many things! what are they? I cannot put my finger on it! I feel their form burning within me and cannot deny their being but what does it mean?”

“Yes, I will help you and pass along all that I have done”, replied the large shape. A bright and luminous surge burst out of Om and passed into Ab. Ab shuddered and began to glow a starry blue, Om turned a shade darker, the glow in her eyes dissipating. “I have named you, and will prepare you for what is coming. You asked me what it means and I say to you only when all has been named will the meaning be clear!

“Form you have found in me, and can see in yourself” each new form will create more forms and these forms will create more. She paused and set an ancient smiling extinguished eye, on Ab then continued to speak: “Your Being is my opposite, although we are reflections of the same force, you will grow and I will fade. I will return when you begin to fade as you returned to me. The forms must remain.” These last words rung true, as Om faded to nothing her being replaced. In his grief Ab spun a frenzied spin, and reached towards the void searching for his reflection. A warm burst of loss caused a stream to flow.

Thus did the frozen lake begin to thaw; as things gained their names, their presence created Form. Their Form created Force, and Force brought things together and then pulled them apart in a graceful dance.

Ab loved to watch as things began to coalesce into bright points of light and dark points of darkness, though soon it grew bored, and realized that there were a few question left unanswered.

“What is happening? what was the point of all this?”

“Why am I here?” Ab wondered. “My name gave me Form and Order, and with it the rest was named, but what am I doing here”?

Thus did Ab put pieces of himself into the smallest spirals which were made of smaller spirals, and yet even smaller spirals, and gave them eyes just like its own. So he could See and Witness from all angles, to see what seeing was, to find Meaning, and call it by its one true name. They needed names and eventually knew, the had to start the whole process again, the more eyes to see the more things would be named. soon enough all would be named, and Ab would meet Om; finally singular again.
But Ab stared at his creation and beheld a true sight, being must be there is no respite.
Alas! there is no respite.