Chapter 12
05 Jun 2010 Leave a Comment
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I love you, Airielu!
As the words left his lips, an ominous silence followed…the echoes taunting him from a distance. It was a warning, a reminder of his plight. Kurutio pushed the thought out of his mind; the only thought in his mind now– the only thing left to do was to consummate his love.
Kissing her vigorously now, he unbuttoned her blouse, his heart beating wildly. He lay against her breasts, and felt her intense warmth. Kurutio sat up, and looked once again into her eyes: They were overcomewith panic!
“What’s wrong?” He inquired.
Even now she remained silent. It was as if she had no voice to begin with…and yet, her silence was a piercing thorn to his heart.
“What should I do, Airielu?”
She was disappearing from him. He could feel it! They were running out of time fast– he felt compelled to experience her Beauty while he still had the chance.
A cloud of chaotic voices suddenly overwhelmed his being– a torrent of passion, flooding him with anguish, desperation and rage.
Sensing that the end was near, Kurutio beckoned Airielu:
“What I’m about to do, I do because I love you!“
He ripped her laced undergarments from her body with utmost shame, and she lay there frail and helpless. Taking in her raw nakedness and wretchedly vulnerable state, he smiled with criminal pleasure.
Her eyes were no longer filled with bliss, but neither were they innocent. These were the eyes of one experienced in vulgarity, and one corrupted by carnal desires. She hated him, and loved him– all at once. Her eyes shone with anger, but laced with that anger a secret glee. Both of them looked at each other intensely, the room now saturated with a mutually sadomasochistic lust.
As he tore his own clothes off his body, Kurutio smiled menacingly at Airielu, who at once returned the savage gesture. They were like animals– primal beasts, and yet ever so eerily, it was through the beast within these two that their humanity was revealed.
Kurutio lunged at Airielu forcefully, but stopped short when he noticed scars covering his hands.
Filled with a sudden terror, he looked upon his own body, and found that his entire body was covered in scars. There was visible blood everywhere– sears, incisions, gashes, and lacerations all over his body. His breath became shallow, and as he turned again to Airielu, his breath stopped.
She too had scars on her hands, and wounds all over her body. But the most terrifying thing about this ordeal, is that they were the same.
The very same scars, same wounds– completely identical.
After a lengthy pause, his breath returned, and he started coughing morbidly. With much hesitance, he turned to her again, and whispered:
“What have you been hiding from me all this time?”
Airielu turned to him slowly, her every movement caught in a ripple of time, and her composure changed to a more angelic appearance. A transcendent glow upon her face now, she walked toward him as if she were walking on water, the air providing a cushion for her tender feet to glide upon.
A warm breeze swept through the room, and her hair blew freely across her face, barely revealing a mysterious yet strangely innocent smile.
As Kurutio stood entranced by her beauty, the mansion in which they stood disappeared like dust into the wind. He stood in awe, taking in the new landscape that stood before him.
It was the same meadow that he had taken Airielu to that day.
His eyes became murky with tears, and his face was soon covered in a flood of salty tears. His whole being overcome with bittersweet melancholy.
She drew close to him gently, and pressed her hand to his cheek.
“Remember how much I loved you!”
The words reverberated with pure emotion, engraving their place in his soul.
Airielu’s eyes glistened like tears suspended in time…the eyes of an angel! Her composure was surely akin to an angel, with a serenity and beauty that far surpassed an earthly existence. Her very essence seemed to echo to the ends of the world…her face– her beautiful face a glimpse of the Heaven that awaits.
As he stood mesmerized by her beauty, a wonderful song began to unfold.
It was a song filled with memories, of times long forgotten. It filled his heart with emotions untold– feelings of an intense quality, yet of a substance for which there could be no name.
Kurutio became hypnotized by this mysterious music, and drawn to the profound essence of its message. He was overwhelmed by its magnitude, his heart lost in the waves of an age-old epiphany. He longed to better understand this feeling, and to become one with it, but was interrupted by a disturbing voice in the dark corners of his mind:
It’s only a dream!
Coming to his senses, he looked up at Airielu’s face, and was startled to find that her face was now shining with a brilliance so great that it struck fear into his heart. It was as though if he were to gaze upon her any longer, he would crumble to ashes in her magnificence!
Airielu spoke directly to him now– her thoughts to his heart– with a voice that was both loving and stern:
“Don’t be afraid, Kurutio! Tonight marks the end of the beginning! “
“Where will you be going?”, Kurutio inquired. His words were shaky and anxious.
“You will see me no more, but I will always be watching over you!”
As she said those bittersweet words, her voice began to falter, and tears once again filled her bluish-green eyes. As he stood there helpless, she shattered into a million pieces, and blew away. Just like the mansion they were once in, she disappeared into the sun, like dust into the wind.
As he stared into the open expanse, Kurutio’s eyes drifted to the past, to the first time that they had met: three years ago.
Chapter 11
11 Mar 2010 Leave a Comment
in Essence Of The Soul Tags: Phase I: Rebirth
As this mysterious woman stared intently at Kurutio, his eyes could not help but return that gaze. A strange silence filled the air, a sound akin to the vibrations of speakers turned up too high…a shallow and fuzzy static.
His heavy breathing echoed off of the walls, reverberating in every direction. In this mansion of a house, there was naught but the two of them.
Alone
Their eyes now locked, a trickle of bittersweet emotions flowed from her spirit to his heart. Kurutio accepted her feelings freely, and this small trickle soon became a river, then a flood of emotions.
At first he felt only the pain…desperation, anger, and vengeance. But as he searched past the pain, he was blessed with a small glimpse of that which lies between the lines…
Beauty
Beneath the rugged and intense exterior of this woman’s feelings was a beautiful innocence, an unconditional love, a pure spirit.
As he took in the burden of her feelings, there formed a concept, then a journey.
A journey…
The words stung. He was suddenly reminded of a fate long forgotten.
Is this the truth he had been missing?
No…This is only the beginning!
The beginning of what?
Kurutio was broken out of this trance by what sounded like a chyme. Looking up at the woman now, he noticed that she was crying, her tears falling down her face like rain drops, and dripping off of her nose like sweat.
Her moist face glistened in the flickering flames, and he looked upon her in wonder. He was certain that he had never met her before, and yet, without a doubt, he knew her.
There was a connection, a nexus between them, and one unlike anything ordinary people could have.
Deeper…
Kurutio wanted to speak with her, to know who she was, but fear set in. It felt as though if he were to break the silence, she would disappear.
With this uneasy happiness saturating him, he felt the distinct sensation that he was in love…That he loved her.
But how could this be?
That voice again. Who was this shadow figure, and how long would it continue to observe him, continue to narrate his life?
Her eyes were still locked intently upon him, and Kurutio wondered if perhaps she was thinking the same things he was.
His lips shuddered. This “journey” still haunted him..
To find the Essence of the Soul…what did it mean?
With much hesitation, he finally spoke–
“Who are you?”
Such simple words, and yet so meaningful. If he could at least know this, he could be satisfied.
But rather than reply, she gazed even more intensely at him. It was as if she wanted to know the very same thing.
We know each other…
It was a fateful reunion…an inevitable meeting. And yet, somehow– was not yet meant to be…
Prophesy
As he looked into her eyes, tears flowed freely…A deep sadness pent up for many years past, now finally released.
Finally, we meet again
Kurutio felt shivers down his spine as he realized that these feelings, these memories, had been felt by another, long ago. Those feelings– these memories had become a part of him.
From the surface these two were merely looking into each others’ eyes. But it went far beyond that…this was a reunion of souls, of kindred spirits.
Kurutio was suddenly filled with a renewed passion–
He wanted her!
He clasped his arms around her, embracing her tightly, as though she would disappear if he let go. She smiled gently as she returned his embrace, and their tears of deep sadness turned to tears of unfathomable joy.
It all made sense…felt so right!
He wanted to love her, wanted to know her…
He wanted to become one with her
His lips still quivering, Kurutio touched his hand to her lips, stroking his fingers across them gently. He breathed in, then out…savoring every moment.
Time slowed down…almost to a standstill.
His fingers slid down, her lips shying away as he dipped into her chin, and finally making their way to her throat, tickling her sensually.
Her breathing slowed to match his…a union of heart, body, and spirit. She touched his feverish, tear-stained face, stroking his unkept beard.
As they both looked into each other’s eyes, in that moment everything made sense! It was as if they had lived for this moment!
Their lips touched gracefully, yet firmly.
Filled with an intense passion and longing, His lips clung to hers like honey to a bee. It was an addictive sensation, and her moist lips made his mouth water with the juices of true pleasure.
As their lips parted, they came back together even more passionately; it was as if an age-long wish had become reality, and the built-up lust had finally been released beyond all control.
It was time
Their lips now coming together again…The silence disturbed only by the echoes of heavy breathing and gentle moaning.
Embracing her now, his lips pressed hard against hers, her neck hung back in submission. He pressed his hands against her flushed cheeks, and once again captured her lips within his…
Passion manifested
Kurutio wanted her more and more, and this took from him all remaining pretenses of control. She wanted him too, so what was the problem with consummating their love?
He became intoxicated with this single-minded desire…nothing else mattered. Everything was perfect…nothing could go wrong!
Nothing…at all
Slamming his body aggressively against hers, he forced himself on top of her. Grabbing her by the wrists, he dominated her guiltlessly.
This is how it was meant to be…this is how it was supposed to be
He once again slid his fingers across her pale skin, then pressed hard against her inner-lip. As he took hold of her chin, he noticed that her lips were quivering.
Pressing her heart against his, he could feel both of their hearts beating rapidly in unison. Kurutio moved his lips close to her, now breathing heavily into her ear…
I love you, Airielu. I love you!
Chapter 10
03 Mar 2010 Leave a Comment
in Essence Of The Soul Tags: Phase I: Rebirth
Kurutio awoke to the crackling of flames, his head swirling with the fragments of lost memories. Feeling drained and disheartened, he skeptically surveyed the room about him, with a jaded mind, empty heart, and vacant eyes.
He could no longer take anything seriously; after all that had happened to him, all that he had been through– it just wasn’t in him anymore. Despite having just recently been reborn, he was already good as dead– little more than a zombie.
Why was he still alive? What god-forsaken purpose was he cursed to carry out? Kurutio had the distinct feeling that he was being mind-fucked– no! He was sure of it.
You must finish the story if you are to be free!
That dark voice again. A shadow wrapping around him, feasting on his every fear– yet somehow, a part of him.
He really wanted to give up, to just lay there as if dead, and fall into a dreamless sleep forever. But deep inside, the hope that someday he might find happiness– it ate away at him, and he knew what he needed to do.
As Kurutio began to study the room, around him, it was clear that this was no ordinary room.
Light shined through stained-glass windows, shimmering with the magnificence of a thousand diamonds. The room seemed to go on forever, with brilliant red carpets stretching out in all directions before being swallowed by a profound darkness.
But the most mysterious part of this room– the facet that stood out the most– was the fireplace.
The fireplace was located in the center of the room, and flames towered from all sides, licking away at the fuel in a spiralic motion. Looking skyward now, it occurred to Kurutio that there was no smoke, and there was no fuel. The fire just was.
As he intently gazed upon the fire, he saw voices whispering among each other, as if returning the curiosity that he shared of them. The fire, or more specifically– the flames, were alive.
He beckoned to them in his heart to come out, and the flames began to dance, as if trying to send a message to him: a mystical charades. And at the same time, they wavered in and out, as if their very existence was being repelled by some ethereal force. Kurutio could not understand their movements, but was touched by their warmth. He was content with just looking at the flames, and being immersed in their hypnotic movements.
But suddenly, he was brought out of this trance by a harsh chilling cold. Pangs of ice engulfed him, and drops of cold sweat ran down his forehead. He felt as though all of his blood had been drained from his body, and that he was now drowning in it.
He instinctively turned again to the flame, and watched in horror as they flickered in an wind that he could not see, smell, or touch. As the fire smoldered desperately, he felt himself slowly dying.
The fire was his life.
Laying there helpless and resigned, Kurutio stared absentmindedly at the ceiling, waiting for his life to end. There was no Heaven, no Hell for him– only an etheric wasteland…
a world with nothing in it, and no one in it.
Despair
It was a bittersweet compromise, but a fate that it seemed he was destined to fulfill.
Time was now irrelevant, as Kurutio lay down in a dazed sort of suspended animation. He wondered if perhaps this is what death is like. He asked himself the questions that anyone might ask when knocking at death’s door.
But soon, it was clear that such questions were meaningless and futile– that they were asked too late…
It was too late for anything now.
But who was that woman?
He laughed half-heartedly at the irony that was his life. What had he lived for? Was there ever any real purpose to begin with?
Now melting in a sea of sadomasochistic self-pity, an exaggerated manic frustration intensified, he abruptly stood up, bracing himself to meet his maker. And as he opened his mouth to curse the heavens, the flames that were his life shot up to the sky, exploding in a raging display of fiery hail, raining down upon him.
He called out to them in a wild desperation, now presently seeing his last hopes being literally dashed to bits. These pieces of his soul now looked upon him intently, as if waiting for a response. Kurutio cried out to them once more, but to no avail.
His feelings has not reached them
As he stood there mouth still gaping open, awaiting his doom, there was a marked resemblance to that of one facing impending disaster. He was one who had seen death’s face, and embraced it– embraced the inevitability.
In this delirium of forced-fatalism, he began to sing.
It seemed that when the end was near, singing appeared to be a profoundly beautiful idea. At times like these, the sweet and melodic sound of music seemed to be the only thing that made sense– the only thing that could make sense of this wretched fate thrust upon him. Music brought him peace. So as the hail drew near, he raised his voice all the more, channeling all of his feelings into a bittersweet symphony.
There is a saying that when a person meets there end, how they decide to spend their last few moments will tell you what kind of person they are, and what kind of person they were.
Perhaps the flames knew this to be true; in recognition of his radiant inner-light, they joined in with the symphony, forming one of the most fantastic displays of fireworks ever seen, or should I say, not seen.
The hail had accelerated, but Kurutio’s voice grew all the louder, with an immeasurable intensity. His soul might be destroyed in fire and brimstone, but his heart would go on.
Then a miracle occurred…
The hail, having now touched his lips, proceeded to run down his throat, and into his body. It was as if they were forced into his body magnetically.
As the torrent of flames entered his being, Kurutio felt a sudden rush of excitement, a beautiful and mysterious ecstasy.
A true Second Wind.
Warm and tingling sensations filled him, and it felt as though his soul was made of milk and honey. His Soul– his Life Force were once again a part of him.
A Second Chance
It’s at times like this that we truly experience and appreciate the beauty and wonder that is Life.
An unfortunate side-effect of being human is that we often get so caught up in our own thoughts and activities that we tend to take life for granted. In our busy lifestyles, we tend to lose sight of the things that truly matter, and sacrifice a true appreciation of life to fulfill a primitive and childish need for security.
But Kurutio, having gone to Hell and back again, gained the love for life that we have so sorely missed…if only for a moment.
Having now consummated a new-found passion for living, he collapsed onto the floor by the fireplace.
But rather than displacing the brilliant red carpet so prevalent in this room, he instead fell into a soft, warm bosom. In surprise, he looked up to see who this lap belonged to– in a room where he thought himself to be alone.
What his eyes met: A silver-haired woman, looking intently back at him.
Chapter 9
16 Aug 2009 Leave a Comment
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“Hello? Hello? Are you okay sir?..”
Her words echoed off each other in slow-motion, and for a while Kurutio stood in silence, as if he was waiting for her words to bear meaning. Every sound- from his footsteps- to her breath, seemed to be shouting at him. He knew he should do something, But what?!
“What can I do to save her?”
The words came out without him knowing, betraying his deepest fears.
“Please save Airielu!”
“Illyr– It couldn’t be! Has the world already reached that dreaded point? Has the Essence finally revealed itself?”
“Wha-Wha-What-t-t-t-t do you mean?” He stammered the words out forcefully, through gritted teeth and shuddering lips. Kurutio began to hyperventilate, and looked around the room nervously, as it expecting the grim reaper himself to attack from behind….
“There’s no need to be afraid Kurutio. The paranoia is just aftershock from these dreams you’ve been hav-”
“What do you– how do you–”
“This just isn’t going to work, and we just don’t have the time. Take a deep breath right now- I’m taking you to my place…”
Kurutio hesitantly gulped down some air, and tried to calm himself. Then he heard a sharp rustling, and felt a heavy wave of wind. The next thing he knew, he was in a wondrously breathtaking room. Looking around in fear and awe, Kurutio tried his very best to calm himself, and understand this new environment. Setting aside all questions about how he got here in the first place, he instead focused on the reality that now lay before him. A fireplace in the shape of a spiral lay in the center of the room, providing the only source of light in this present darkness. Shadows danced off the acoustically-charged walls and ceilings of what he perceived to be a huge mansion, and at first they provided a small amount of comfort to him.
As he let himself be “spirited away” by them, the shadow began to come alive, taking on the partial semblance of primates, and joined hands in what appeared to be a tribal ritual. Then, to his complete surprise, the shadow-creatures began to act out the story of his own life, or rather, the life that he had with Airielu. As the climax of the story unfolded, Kurutio’s eyes ran afresh with tears, and he tasted the saltiness of his own sorrow. He now began to cry aloud for his Elly, letting loose all of his feelings and venting his suffering.
But his voice was almost immediately overwhelmed by the sound of chimes. Looking above him at the ceiling, he now became aware that the shadows were now changing form, taking on forms akin to chaos, and banging against each other over and over again. It was all so random- so disturbing- and yet, their actions seemed so synchronized- so purposeful. The chimes that he had heard- that he was hearing, were actually of their making.
A series of deep melancholic tones echoed off the ceilings, and the combined force of these channeled together into a spiritual arrow, which shot straight through his heart. The arrow passed through seamlessly, and no mark was to be seen, not at his chest or back. But the emptiness it left in his heart was clearly evident. As he glanced back to see where the arrow had gone, he saw a huge beam of light, taking the form of a shooting star. In the blink of an eye it ascended to join the shadow creatures, as if magnetically drawn to their presence.
Gazing up at the ceiling in wonder, he watched the beam of light transform into what appeared to be a supernova. It purred rhythmically at him, beckoning him to join them. Kurutio now realized that this miniature supernova was a piece of his soul- a part of his memories. Filled with a sense of urgency to retrieve this vital thing he had lost, he focused all of his remaining energy towards this purpose. Suddenly he found himself floating, then flying towards the light, and was about to collide– but then, he got pierced by another arrow, and then another.
He could now hear the whistling of arrows, and unlike before, there was now a terrible sting with each arrow that passed through. Now immobilized by this barrage of arrows, he could only helplessly watch as his soul broke away from him piece by piece. The shadows were now laughing at him in high-pitched voices, and he could now see the cruel expressions on their faces. The light had now combined into a massive and radiant field, revealing an intensely lucid image:
Airielu
It was Airielu, and she was displaying her beautiful, graceful smile. Kurutio savored the image with an unabashed and youthful longing– but an instant later, she was gone– enshrouded in a wall of flame, and finally reduced to a putrid ash, and blown away completely, disappearing into the shadows. The shadows then proceeded to consume his light, and as they did so, he felt his memories of Airielu disappearing along with them, until nothing was left. His soul was now consumed by shadows, and his memories gone!
In their place, he instead held a deep emptiness, a loneliness, and a strong desire to get his memories back. But one new memory stood above it all: He needed to find the Essence of the Soul! Nothing else mattered as much as this. If Kurutio could find the Essence, everything would come together- everything would all make sense. He could finally be at peace- or so he thought.
The shadows finally spoke– in a myriad of voices, high-pitched and low– their words intensified by the singing of chimes:
“You humans are so naïve, it’s pathetic. All of this time- trillions of years now- and none of you have learned a thing? But we just can’t have that- you’ve had too many chances! We sent you prophets from all walks of life- Buddha, Jesus, Mahatma Gandhi, not to mention how many people so conveniently recorded in your so-called ‘Holy Bible’?”
The aggressiveness of the shadows was ominously similar to the shinigami he had battled in dreams past. But in his amnesiac state, Kurutio saw them only as a source of knowledge– something to help him find himself again.
“…and all of that is just from the latest generation. You all seem to have a penchant for fucking up, and a terribly bad habit of taking all life down with you! You know how your archeologists say the dinasaurs were killed by an asteroid taking out the sunlight? Yes…- we know all about your people, and the rationalizations you make to go on living your blissful lives- without regard or appreciation for the world you were born into…Plants dying due to lack of sunlight– and deterioration of the food chain? What a load of shit!
As interesting as this all soyunded, none of it had any meaning to Kurutio. He wondered if perhaps that was proof he was part of the “ignorant masses” to which the shadows were referring.
“…You killed the dinasaurs, yourselves, and everything else alive– all in the name of science- your goddamn transhumanist experiments. K.I.S.S.- Keep It Simple…Stupid! All of your complications do nothing for you- they only keep you in an samsaric wheel- repeating your mistakes over and over again. In your own words, wouldn’t that be called ‘Insanity’? Which means that you’re all Insane! And ironically, those among you who are considered ‘crazy’ are probably the most sane, because at least they don’t repeat the same mistakes that most of your kind seem to!”
Kurutio’s head was spinning. His memories now lost, he hadn’t the slightest clue what the shadows were talking about. But sensing that it was somehow important, especially in relation to the Essemce, he listened intently.
“We archons are very patient, owing to having lived very long lives, and having to face the inevitability that we cannot die. But this is getting ridiculous! Do you have any idea how much we suffer because of you? Until you progress, we are forced to continue to waiting, and carry the burden of your evolution. We can give you suggestions here and there, and have some influence in your dreams, but there is onlyso much we can do! Do you have any idea how frustrating that is?…and to think that such primitive beings could be our pa–”
He had by now completely zoned out, overwhelmed with the ramblings of these embittered nomad archons. As Kurutio let go of all attachments he once had to this now-empty reality, the archon’s ramblings were reduced to mutterings…then vibrations…finally, he couldn’t hear anything at all. Time had now come to a standstill, as he lay motionless in a cryonic state.
Sound, motion- every kind of sensation around him now played itself back in slow motion. He let himself drift through the open space, not caring any longer for this world, wishing only to rest. He felt his heartbeat slow down until it seemed not to move at all. He was finally becoming ‘one’ with the Essence. He could rest.
The silencer was broken by the creaking of a door, one that opened from within the dark expanse of the shadows; The darkness was flooded by countless rays of warm, sparkling, vibrant light. As he peered into the light, Kurutio’s eyes shone with a strangly vacant awe. It was heaven. Flying towards the light now, he was blocked by a person who appeared out of thin air.
Confronting this stranger, he was indignant that someone would dare to block his pathway to heaven. He met her eyes, and was taken aback by what he saw. Kurutio instinctively shouted out “Airielu!“, and collapsed into her arms.
Chapter 8
08 Aug 2009 Leave a Comment
in Wake-up Call Tags: Phase II: TEOTWAWKI
She was a petite beauty- deep and penetrating green eyes, long and flowing dark brown hair, and the smile of Mona Lisa. As she gazed up at him with a paralyzing fervor, Matthias was sure that she could see straight through him.
Don’t stop on my account…
Her commanding voice took him off-guard, sending chills down his spine.
Who is this girl?
Everyone else was by now reading their text messages, with the noise pollution gradually reducing itself to a tranquil murmuring. He could hear the shuddering, feel the fear, and taste the tears flowing down the myriad of faces. For everyone else, the truth was beginning to sink in. But this girl… A mischievous grin spread wide across her beautiful light-skinned face, and Matthias’s gaze was locked to that treacherous smile- completely vulnerable in her presence.
Did you really think that you were the only one to possess *the gift* Pathetic…
He of course knew exactly what she was talking about, but this aggression– this “mind-fucking”, there was something very wrong- very ‘unnatural’ about it. But before Matthias could even think of a way to deal with it– deal with her, a terrible song of chaos permeated his entire being; a song of vengeance, of loathing, and of an undying wrath– a song of melancholy and an insatiable longing.
At first he resisted it fervently, and to his ears it seemed a murmur of foreign voices. But then in progressed in intensity…First in the form of a a roaring crowd…Then the gibberish of thugs and outcasts…and Finally that of the whining of troubled youth. All of it mixed together, clashing with a brutal discombobulation. And yet there was something familiar about all this– very familiar! But he couldn’t remember what.
Questions flooded him… Who are these people? What do they want from me? How did they all come to be forced into this position? Up till now, the music was a curiosity, albeit an unpleasant one; but soon it came to possess power so great that it overwhelmed him, causing his own world to erupt into chaos; Matthias was completely lost, trapped in the corruption of the song, and in the labyrinth of his own heart.
If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em! a voice called out. He suddenly got the urge to merge himself with the voices, to enthrall his whole being into the chaos, that he might understand it, and become one with it.
Just let it all go…all your goddamn pride- it’s the only thing that’s holding you back.
All this worthless Ego of yours- that’s what’s causing your suffering!
Matthias began to forget why exactly he was resisting this spiritual force in the first place. Or rather, as the lines his own reality and the one that had now encapsulated him began to blur. The “exacts” of reality seemed to no longer be relevant, or even valid. He was now intensely curious as to what mysteries might be hidden between the lines….The Lines! The seemingly ordinary words echoed loudly through his mind.
“Why!” Why does this all seem so familiar?! he shouted the words aloud, but when he opened his mouth, no words came out. Now in a crazed panic, having suddenly become mute, Matthias’s mind swirled in a torrent of fast-paced thought, struggling to separate one thought from the next, and tripping over his own introspections. Blaming the music for his predicament, he rebelled against the chaos once more, and with a renewed passion and a frightening rage. As he wildly struggled with the force, his suffering was further aggravated as a bright light overwhelmed him. Once the light faded away, he realized he was now blind.
Ehehehehehehehehe…Te-heh!
A deliciously melodious voice echoed through his soul, the acoustics of which intoxicated his inner-being. You wanna press your luck?! Without warning, the feminine and luscious sugar-coated sweetness had morphed into a dark Satanic growl, and Matthias cringed at the distinct sensation that he was being mentally raped.
*You’re finally starting to get the picture…!*
What picture!? Matthias growled indignantly. you’ll see…The sweet and tender voice chided.
“What the Hell are *you* trying to pull, you sick demented fuck?!”
Ahhhh….and I was going to give you your eyesight back too…!
Suddenly Matthias’s attitude dramatically changed- this new development changed everything. Almost instinctively, Matthias dropped to his knees in worship to this being. He- or She (he couldn’t tell which), must truly be a god. “Please!” he screamed in desperation…”I’ll do anything, give you anything.” He tried in vain to calm himself. “I don’t care what it takes- if you can restore my sight, I would even sell my soul to you!”
“Eheeheeheeheeheeheehee!”
Her high-pitched laugh scattered through the empty expanse, in mockery of him. You’re so naïve…so pathetic, you’re such a waste! Matthias wanted to give her a piece of his mind, but he held back. It would be unwise to anger a god, as he had learned the hard way, having lost his sight after cursing him.
*Why are you holding back? Go ahead, try to give me a piece of your mind!
This time, both the feminine and masculine voices taunted him together. He felt a sharp painful chill attack him, and a fuzzy numbness possessed his body as the truth set in. Surely I’m done for, he thought.
*I knew it would be easy, but I never thought it would be this easy*
What was she talking about? Was this a test? If so, he hadn’t the faintest clue how to respond.
Tee-hee! Sorry to break it to you darling, but there’s no way I could be a god, and even if I was, the only one who can fix your blindness is you. Sooooo…go and be a narcissist and sell your soul to yourself :p
Matthias then saw a gigantic image of an exaggerated stick-figure of a female sticking her tongue out. It was so surreal, it was sickening. There was a centrifugal rush of wind, and the image was slowly torn apart by it- stretching and crumbling on itself, torn apart as if it were spiderwebs. He could still feel the giggles menacing at him, and the echoes of her laughter were suffocating. As the facial debris disappeared from sight, a black expanse took its place, taking on the likeness of an all-seeing eye.
From the Cave, a mysterious beauty emerged, with an intense shadow cast upon her downcast face, and a demonic grin plastered to her pale cheeks. Matthias was stunned, indignant, and in disbelief. It was the mother of all ironies, as he at the moment felt the same way about her, that not too long ago, the room full of newbs had felt about him- that he had caused to feel about him.
Babe, you’ve got a lot to learn.
It was the same sickeningly sweet voice as before, but now he knew who the voice belonged to…well, at least he thought he knew. “Are you kidding me?” He retorted back. “You may have some hidden talents, but I’ve been in WUC wayyyy too long to get punked by a newb. You’ve got some ner-” Matthias’s right eye was suddenly forced out of its socket. “Ahhggh! Fuckin’ Shit! God Dam– Uhh…”
He was now lying on the floor, writhing in pain, watching his eyeball sizzle in the burning and bright light, while blood formed a dark pool around it. The innocent-looking girl now sat laughing at his pain for a while, and then, as if bored with it, rolled her eyes. At that instant, the eyeball and blood re-integrated, and merged with his empty socket, restoring his sight in the process. The pain was now gone. It was like watching a gory action flick in reverse, only this was no movie– this was reality.
As I was saying, before you went ‘macho’ on me…
Seeing that he was no match for her, Matthias resigned his pride, and listened intently. Now you’ve learned At least one thing. NOW you at least know what control really is. It’s not much, but it’s a start. I doubt you remember me, so let’s reintroduce ourselves…. My name is Airielu.
Chapter 7
12 Jul 2009 Leave a Comment
in Essence Of The Soul Tags: Phase I: Rebirth
Kurutio woke up screaming, tears still saturating his face, and soaked in a pool of sweat, now lying rigid in a fetal position on the floor. For a full 37 seconds, he couldn’t draw a single breath…Then he spontaneously began to erratically sputter and cough like a recovering drowning victim.
Despite a monstrously painful migraine, he remembered the details of the dream with an extraordinarily cruel level of clarity; the lucidity of it all seemed far too realistic- far more real than life itself, and most definitely too real to be just a dream.
Maybe it wasn’t just a dream…
The thought was inevitable, but all the same, the question plagued him with a ravaging cruelty, quickly eating him alive with a fearful ferocity.
Instinctively, Kurutio quickly forced the question to the back of his mind, and tried to forget the horrid dream. But against his will, the dream played itself back in his mind, torturing him with a progressively intense vividness.
Though only a shadow– a reflection of the original experience, even then it possessed a magnitude of pain to which few ordinary conceptions of suffering can compare.
As he re-lived his literal worst nightmares, new mysterious elements came to light, further deepening his already unbearable anxiety and relentless paranoia.
Kurutio recalled being struggled by the invisible force, tormented by the eternal dream, and being estranged in the infinite darkness amid confounding streaks of red. He was force-fed another taste of the myriad of negative emotions which had permeated the depths of his soul, flooding out of the vision in endless waves.
He continued on, retracing his footsteps as these proverbial feet moved ahead on their own, completely beyond his control. Things continued to complicate, so much that it would not be outrageous to suggest that this eerie world’s very existence redefined “complexity”.
As he began to once again relive his immolation, this time Kurutio was able to see beyond the negative emotions, and before him lay three doors.
In a sort of Déjà vu retrospect, the emotions and doors were revealed to be one and the same, only in different forms (The emotions, being attracted to each other by nature, bonded with each other; in that nexus, the three doors materialized). To see the doors, Kurutio had to first become aware of and acknowledge that nexus.
Looking further beyond the doors, Kurutio suddenly realized that these doors were mirrors- reflections of himself. And as he gazed at the doors, he realized in horror that there were no reflections.
As he grew numb from the venom of despair, He felt someone push him from behind, and began to crash into the doors. But instead of colliding with them, he instead passed right them, feeling the sensation of hot water passing through ice. Looking back to steal a glance of his assailant, he saw a familiar shadow looking back at him, before disintegrating into chaff and wisps of smoke.
As he floated in a room of deathly silence, Kurutio found himself flanked by strange characters- glyphs that floating in contorted and warped bubbles of a dark acid; blood dripped from them into a bottomless pit.
There was no clear pattern to their movement, except for a spiraling tendency- as if they were in orbit.
But around what?
Kurutio’s common-sense told him that they were pulled into orbit bottomless pit, like a black hole would pull in light. But no sooner did that thought come to mind, a loud and stern voice called out…
No!
The abrupt response continued to echo on forever…
As he gazed at the characters before him, which- in a poetic sense, seemed to be written ‘with the Hand of God’, they began to darken. In frustration, Kurutio concentrated more intently upon them. But as if to toy with him– the more he struggled to analyze them, the darker they became. Before he knew it, the entire room had become shrouded in darkness.
Sensing an enormous shadow behind him, Kurutio whirled around, and was blinded by a supernaturally bright light- not only his physical eyes, but his spirit became blind as well– his whole being.
As everything came back into focus, he saw the invisible beast, and realized that the beast was Airielu.
All of this time, he had been blind to everything.
Although Kurutio still remained in denial and disbelief, there is no doubt this dream will change everything. He has received a very rude awakening, and there is no going back.
But as horrible as it may be, this nightmare is only the beginning. In the end, the journey that will follow is unfortunately too terrible a burden for him to bear alone. Perhaps that is where the real trouble lies.
Chapter 6
12 Jul 2009 Leave a Comment
in Wake-up Call Tags: Phase II: TEOTWAWKI
Matthias, having finished his introductory speech, surveyed the myriad of newbs– newly woken folk– and savored the high levels of diversity in the room, all of them peering up at him; some as if he were God, and to others he was Satan incarnate. All of them awestruck and in disbelief.
The fresh members were always the most challenging, and that is precisely why Matthias volunteered for the task of guiding newbs. It probably played a role in his decision to undertake the search for the Essence of the Soul, as no task within the WUC was more difficult than this.
Matthias- he was fortunate enough to awaken at “The Rapture”, but for those who would wake up later on, and especially for those possessing very little spiritual energy, it’s always a very rude awakening.
“Any questions?”
The some hundred newbs that stood before him emitted nothing but a deathly silence– well, that’s what you would think. But he felt the intense surges of spiritual energy that radiated from the crowd. If only a few newbs were present, it might have been very faint, since all individuals of high energy levels had already woken in The Rapture. But as their thoughts connected, merged, and bonded with each other…It was beautiful!
And what is even more amazing, was that he could read their thoughts. Matthias had the very rare gift of being telepathic. So when he asked if there were any questions, he already knew from experience that there wouldn’t be any- at least not in the verbal sense.
But everyone always has questions– the silence was actually due to everyone having too many questions- so much that they were overwhelmed by their own curiosity.
This makes things so much easier, though. After all, everyone is so much more honest in their thoughts than in their words- it’s human nature. This way, he could collect everyone’s true thoughts on all of this, and everything would be lucid from the very start.
And more importantly, this way he could capitalize on an opportunity to break everyone out of their disbelief and denial, and skip all the psychological bullshit. Matthias was a good teacher, and no man was for this job than him. But he was very impatient, and sometimes his conviction got the best of him, admittedly.
Telepathy is an ability so rare and specialized that no one can pass it off as “normal” or “coincidence”. Alrighty then, he thought excitedly to himself…Let’s get this crash course rolling!
After extracting the phone numbers from each and every newb in the room, he sent out the initial responses to their phone numbers, texting messages to all of their cell phones at once, and by that I mean, at the same instant.
Matthias loved mathematics, and as he determined the initial answers he should give (crucial important, considering the group dynamics present in such a large group of people), nostalgia overtook him as he considered the simplicity of “like-terms” which somehow becomes so amazing and awesome when applied to people. That is: answer a few questions that everyone had in common, then sit back and watch things take care of themselves.
He smiled almost mischievously, as he anticipated the chaos, confusion, fear, and excitement, that awaited.
A master of multitasking and micro-management, Matthias could collect, organize, and respond to all of their questions with ease- so much that he was given the name Hermes- an allusion to the Greek god known for his flight, incredible speed, and most importantly, his role as messenger of the gods.
To become a “prophet”- that is, a veteran W.U.C., there are two primary stages in the rites of initiation: the Microscillation and Macroscillation.
The first stage focuses on understanding the newb as an individual- and more importantly, for them to understand their own true nature. To achieve this, it’s most important to perceptively separate the self from the environment. Once their true nature was both understood and accepted (by both themselves and others), they were given a name that best harmonized with that nature; Matthias’ name was also decided upon is this manner.
It’s important to note that although every name is decided upon by the WUC community (by vote), the individual receiving the name can veto (reject) any name for any reason, or even no reason at all. But whether or not a person chooses to veto a name, and their reason(s) for doing so– these things play a huge role in determining their collective (social) character, as well as their will and integrity.
The deciding upon and accepting of the first name marks the end of the Microscillation, and the beginning of the Macroscillation. Whereas the former focuses on the understanding and accepting of the individual (and the true nature thereof), the latter is dedicated to understanding and accepting the WUC community, and its true nature.
Once a newb has achieved a high level of intimacy and fidelity to themselves and, by extension the community, the individual will progress to deciding a future; that is, what their role within WUC.org will be.
Unlike the Microscillation, which is limited to the self, the Macroscillation is an ongoing, theoretically eternal journey, because while the individual is limited in potential, the collective is infinite.
The last name is decided once a person understands and accepts their role within W.U.C., and [of course] when the newb accepts the name to be attached to that role. Upon embracing their first and last names, and thus accepting all responsibilities attached to these names, a newb becomes a prophet- that is, a true leader.
Even before the Rapture, a person’s name has always played a huge role in the fate of individuals, and of the collective to which one belongs. The individual actions will either honor or dishonor the family name, and names have a stigma attached to them so spiritually powerful that they continue to heavily influence the fate of the world, even long after going out of style.
Every object, person, living thing, and entity is filled with spiritual energy; the relative importance is determined by the amount of spiritual energy, and vice-versa. Since a person’s name is so universally important, it must contain an enormous amount of spiritual energy. That’s where here at the W.U.C., the choosing of names of so meticulously emphasized.
Matthias lowered his head to hide the smirk on his face and twinkle in his eye- preparations were now complete.
For those specializing in the esoteric arts, focus is key. Be it an object, word, language, or physical gesture, there needs to be something to store the energy in, and a means by which to release the energy, and decide its form, intensity, and nature.
In both a homage to the popular Internet service of the 90′s, and a means to amplify the shock value of what was to occur…
“You’ve Got Mail!”
His voice echoed loudly throughout the room, and not a second later, everyone’s cell phone went off simultaneously.
Everyone began to look at each other in almost perfect synchronization, pointing fingers- all of them surprised; it had not even yet registered to anyone that he had predicted all of this. All of them were to busy trying to figure out what the fuck was going on…
Everyone…but a single female, sitting in the right corner of the room…
Chapter 5
05 Jul 2009 Leave a Comment
in Essence Of The Soul Tags: Phase I: Rebirth
Held captive by this agonizingly nightmarish state, Kurutio shifted between hope and despair, his soul splintered and stretched in a rack of emotions, fear, and a profound sense of desperation. His eyes now vacant, he had the look of an adolescent casualty of war- one who death had taken completely by surprise.
He was not near dead, but at the same time far from what might be considered alive. In a state of suspended animation, determining his actual condition would be similar to trying to do the same with Schrödinger’s cat.
Try to imagine a soul that desperately wants to leave the body- but can’t- perhaps that may give you a small glimpse of what Kurutio was going through. In one word, as unworthy as such an ambiguous concept might be- Hell. To be caught between hope and despair, as he is- that’s what hell really is.
Though appearing vacant, Kurutio was forced to continue this vision. He recalled how in the past, there had been a time when he dreamt of terrifying things, and realizing he was dreaming, he struggled incessantly to wake up; the struggles were futile- trying to wake up only aggravated his condition, and intensified his fear. There was no escape- is no escape.
As this night terror continued, his eyes were by now peeled back, and body stiff as if mummified in papier-mâché – his entire being held down by an invisible force.
Resistance is futile…
He felt the words being fed to his head. Normally he would caustically point out the clichéness of the statement for his own entertainment, but somehow, it wasn’t funny anymore.
Actually, humor itself now seemed remote, superficial, and worthless- a worthless means of living in denial. The voice in his head was now sickeningly mute– or was it even there anymore?
In this now-deathly silence, he began to wonder if there ever was a voice to begin with, and was filled with a psychotic paranoia. Suddenly nothing else mattered.
“It’s me against the world now!”, he shouted bitterly. Another cliche’ saying- one that he had often joked about in the past.
But in his self-absorbed, psychologically mutilated, and brutally traumatized state, he was dead serious. In this morbid and demonic darkness, what have been a last resort escalated to no choice at all- an inevitability. Self-victimization became self righteousness. There was no solution. Doom was only natural.
A voice deep within him made a final appeal…
How did it all come to this? You had it all- weren’t you supposed to be a god? You can’t just give this all up- What about Airielu?
The words registered, but listening to them now was far beyond Kurutio- it went way over his head. Who he was- his friends, Airielu- all of it was now mere wishful thinking, a distant hope, a dream of a long dead past. Everything and everyone he had known was nothing more than memories of another life- someone else’s life. It was all now completely irrelevant.
This pain was the only thing that felt real- the only thing that could possibly be real. Everything else had to be a lie- it just had to be, he was sure. This heart-rending chaos was surely the only real truth.
Now of a vulnerable spirit and weakened will, Kurutio would submit to any temptation without question- anything to even distract him for a moment- to escape from this horrid place.
Once again, the deep and shrieking voice called out to him, and this time, he welcomed it enthusiastically. His prayer would be answered- he would finally be granted peace. But before he could respond to the voice, his eyes were once again forced to gaze upon the red lines amid the dark void.
As he watched the vision unfold, his resolve and desperation was replaced by a deep sorrow and melancholy. He was completely taken by surprise as tears flowed in streams down his face. As he touched his pale and now-shaking hands to his feverishly hot cheeks, he felt a sudden rush of ice-cold mist.
Kurutio’s body tingled from the sensation, and he felt deep chills saturate his being. With these chills came guilt; he felt dirty and ashamed, as if he had lost his virginity to a stranger. He began to wonder if he should try again– try to accept the world that had rejected him.
But no sooner had he considered that, a mysterious confusion plagued him, and with it fear once again consumed him. His willpower was now at its limit, and he reverted to playing the victim. A second chance was now out of reach, for now he would sooner die than face himself.
Now, more than ever, Kurutio felt so corrupt- so wretched that resigning himself to his fate was all he could do to keep what little sanity he had left.
This is my karma- I have no choice but to live this way- He thought.
This is just the way it has to be.
Kurutio realized that ultimately, his greatest suffering came from indecision, and by reaffirming his resignation, of himself- everything he had known, and his resolve to fulfilling his fate, things weren’t so bad. Somehow, he knew that he could get used to it. It wasn’t much of a life, but at least he could go on.
I have to make a decision. Which is it going to be?
He remembered how he had been empassioned with indignation and hatred for criminals, those terrorists, killers, and evil-doers that infected the world’s happiness. Somehow, without even realizing it, he had become one of Them. An evil-doer.
*Am I evil?*
Just asking the question sent a chill down his spine. Another bout of confusion ensnared him- a sort of karmic aftershock. With the confusion came more paranoia- this time intense and unyielding.
A menacing smile followed, and somehow, that silence was intermingled with loud and incoherent voices. They all screamed and shrieked chaotically, so much that it overwhelmed him. Somehow they all sounded familiar, but surely it was a nostalgia that he would never wish to recall. None of it made any sense- but he couldn’t get it to stop! The worst of all this wasn’t really the voices- they were just white noise compared to the feelings.
All of these feelings were filled with intensity and desperation- calling out to him, beseeching him- haunting him. But more than anything, they all reminded Kurutio of the worst part about it:
He couldn’t help any of them!
How could you be so worthless, so helpless, so pathetic?
“Make it stop!” he shouted aloud. Adrenaline was now pulsing through his whole body- he writhed, and felt as if he were being burned alive. His skin rapidly peeled back as the flames vigorously lapped up his body, revealing lightning-white bones, and this time he did not resist.
Passive suicide.
I have no chance at beating this thing.
His worst nightmares had now turned to reality- This was a shinigami he could not beat. Kurutio turned around to face the shinigami that was restraining him, and now-too-late, he realized that he was no longer bound– no, perhaps the captivity that had felt so real was all in the head to begin with.
But as he faced his invisible nemesis, that he had wrestled in that dream which seemed so long ago, he choked at the tragic scene before him. Enveloped in flames, the shinigami was clearly visible. She was a molten and groteque mess, but Kurutio knew immediately who it was now:
Airielu!
As he gazed at her with feelings of both shock and terror, he recalled so many memories, but every one of them tainted with a violently shrill negativity.
I did this to you…!
By now, Kurutiowas completely sick of irony
As he continued to stare hopelessly at her, he started to gasp for breath- he was suffocating. Struggling with what little strength he could muster, he faced the one that in another life, he had loved. Her face was pale and grim; after he had neglected her so much, she had the face of one who shared his suffering, and in her eye resided a deeply empathetic sadness.
As he continued to struggle to breathe, and withstand the liquidation of his body, Kurutio watched his Airielu slowly and painfully fade away to dust, and that dust scatter through the endless darkness. Finally, having let go of all pretenses of hope, he made a wish that at the very least, be it at the price of non-existence, he might be able to find peace.
But upon breathing his last- a series of short and heavy breaths, he woke up still shaking- drops of cold sweat sliding down his chin, and collapsed in a pool of phlegm, tears, and blood.
Chapter 4
01 Jul 2009 Leave a Comment
in Wake-up Call Tags: Phase II: TEOTWAWKI
It’s the year 2015- the future…and yet, life goes on as usual. The same two years before your new computer becomes obsolete. The same political bullshit and petty strife. The same “mentally ill” folk who seem to pop up randomly, and that the most unexpected places.
Well actually, thanks to extensive clinical testing, research funds from philanthropists, and an unusually high amount of support from the general public, all mental illnesses are “cured” the moment they surface. Or so would your government have you believe…
In the year 2012, so-called TEOTWAWKI (The End Of The World As We Know It), genius scientist and philosopher Mihael Carlsen discovered a common link between many (if not most) people having mental illness.
Carlsen believed that mental illnesses is not illnesses at all; rather, the reality of those with exceptional levels of spiritual and creative energy such individuals absorb cause them to exhibit the symptoms of mental illness.
In other words- In Carlsen’s view, it’s not that people live in a different reality than “normal people” because they are mentally ill– rather, they are mentally ill because their reality is different- the other way around.
When judged by this perspective, they have likely always been a lot more mentally ill people than most people would expect, because there are several mildly crazy people that neither they nor anyone they know ever realizes that they are crazy.
Everyone prefers to live in denial, so when things are out of our control, we put a label on it. For example, people labeled as “emo”, “punk”, “homosexual”, “hippie”, “eccentric”, “unique”, etc.– they are all actually crazy, but not crazy enough to merit the label “mentally ill”.
So then, those that are considered “mentally ill” are labeled such because their realities are so drastically different from the norms of society that their realities are irreconcilable.
Carlsen took these ideas a step further- to the utter shock of the scientific community, he proclaimed that mental illness is sometimes a purely spiritual phenomenon, and that people without it likely lack spirituality, whereas those having it are likely in excess of it.
After making these statements, he was shunned from the entire scientific community, his reputation ruined, and he was made mockery of. After that, Carlsen disappeared for a few months.
Then on August 31st of 2012, the apocalypse occurred. Millions of people around the world spontaneously began rising up in revolt, challenging every norm, moral, ethic, standard, belief, assumption, and political standpoint imaginable, and all with an impossibly high level of synchronization. The government and media reported this event as “The Day The World Went Crazy” (TDTWWC).
But among those millions who experienced it (including Mihael Carlsen himself), it was referred to first as “the great interconnect” (TGI), and then as “The Rapture”. Carlsen had performed the greatest miracle the world will ever know, and not with mysticism and voodoo, but with science and logic. The world will never be the same again.
It’s said that in 2012, September never ended. As every pretense of security and control slipped from the grasp of the naïve billions, so-called philanthropists worked together, taking advantage of the circumstances to elevate their own position in their world.
After hundreds of the richest men on earth offered a plan to rid the world of the ever-present madness now saturating the world, people of all religions, backgrounds, and lifestyles– all of them with any “sanity” left were willing to worship these mens as gods- even kill for them.
After all, in desperate circumstances, all of the morals and values that humans normally hold so dear become irrelevant anyway.
On paper, these men were (and are) elected democratically, but in reality, they are a loosely formed and highly unstable Plutocracy- trading money for power, and exploiting sociological instability to become gods.
A one-world government, born out of psychological desperation and greed.
So in a slightly twisted sense, those apocalypse radicals were right after all- at least so far, anyway. I always thought that when TEOTWAWKI took place, most people wouldn’t even realize it. I guess I was right about that too. But that it seems is what the real problem is- and probably why Carlsen triggered the apocalypse in the first place.
To this day, despite 3 years of relentless research, I have yet to find anything on how Carlsen found the link, or how he was able to activate it. Not I, nor any members of my sect.
The organization we are all part of: WUC.org- or W.U.C., and we stand for giving the world a big “Wake-Up Call”. WUC is made up entirely of individuals with abnormal or should I say “paranormal” psychology.
Our mission: To crack through the superficial shell that makes up mankind’s: “perfect world”, that humans may progress forward to a higher plane of existence; this purpose is in accordance with the will ordained to us by the Logos, which is Balance. Sound’s kinda like a religion, doesn’t it?
Truth be told, it does possess many of the philosophical elements of a religion, but the purpose of WUC.org is to create- or should I say ‘awaken’- leaders– not followers. In accordance with our emphasis on leadership, there is only one absolute: We all need to “Wake Up” from this dream that we’ve been having, and face reality.
There are so many lies, deceptions, broken promises, delusional beliefs, biases, and illusions in this world, and most of which people not only regard as truth, but take such things for granted, as if there were common sense- universally agreed upon- simply because sadly, they are.
This is mainly because people are no longer able to think for themselves. Society programs people what to believe, and brainwashes them, thus taking away their freedom– and the same people thank them for it, because they don’t know any better.
Society has had a high level of control over people for a long time, but in part due to democracy, it’s becoming increasingly more difficult as time goes on to detect how we are being controlled, and to what extent we are controlled.
But although it might seem be the end of the world to an outside observer, here at WUC, it’s the birth of a new world – the beginnings of what was once theorized as “The Singularity”.
Even now, the consensus says that a technological singularity is nothing more than a transhumanist’s wet dream. But it is neither a wet dream nor fantasy. It’s not even an option. Singularity is a necessity.
Throughout the history of humanity, perception has alwyas been simple enough, and black-and-white enough, that most people could come to an agreement about most things. Those that didn’t were shunned, suppressed, persecuted, scapegoated, institutionalized, imprisoned, or killed.
But as time goes on, things aren’t nearly that simple anymore– on the contrary, the level of complication in the world is accelerating so fast we can’t keep up with it anymore; unable or unwilling to cope with this dilemma, most of the world chooses to live in denial, believing what they want to believe.
Lawsuits are won and lost for stupid reasons, just about anything can be considered “harrassment” or “abuse”, success is determined more by popularity than by credentials or skill. Humanity is changing, and until we accept it, we’ll be on a highway to hell without even realizing it. Why is it that we are so inevitably doomed? What is it that we are refusing to accept?
Reality. See, to socialize, work with, utilize, or even bond with other people, we must either pretend- or assume (the latter for most), that we both share the same reality, or at least have realities that are compatible.
This is quite easy, because all humans are programmed at the biological level to assume such things, and originally, we all truly did have the same reality.
But in this information age, everyone is becoming increasingly unique, and our psychology is rapidly becoming more and more complex- not just at the micro level, but at the macro level as well.
This is, and was, an inevitability- it was programmed into the DNA of the Soul- the ultimate source, not just of humanity, but of life itself. No one knows who, or what the Soul is. It’s my role in the organization to find out. To discover the Essence of the Soul- that is my goal.
It’s not as if we hate our nature- the pattern impressed upon us by the soul- without which our existence would bear no meaning; rather, we wish to know our true nature in full, that we might fulfill our true purpose.
Even though I said my role is to discover the Essence Of The Soul, that is a role I chose for myself. As individualists, we are all leaders, and anyone who joins the organization must first possess the qualities of a leader: Independence, Proactivity, Charisma, Perseverence, Integrity, Courage, Conviction, and so on.
We may all share the same goals, but as to how we all achieve them, that is something each of us must decide for ourselves.
Chapter 3
26 Jun 2009 Leave a Comment
in The Beginning: Airielu Tags: Phase 0: Hidden Truth
As he lay in bed, Jason Thomas was overwhelmed with what seemed to be a trance. Well, not that he would know, not having even been in one- but it was at least exactly what he imagined one to be. But as he “smoldered” in a daze, he became engrossed in the dancing of lights in the shadows of him apartment.
He felt a mix of peace, ecstasy, and…Suddenly Jason realized that these all these feelings and the way they blended was exactly the same at it had just hours before while he was listening to the voice, and playing the piano in harmony with it. With that realization, he broke out of the trance instantaneously, and in the same moment realized that under normal circumstances, lights would not dance in the shadows at night.
Moments after that, he heard a voice speaking out to him. At first the words sounded like gibberish, and had a more chaotic tone, but intuitively he took the initiative and forcefully calmed himself. Then, he reasoned that since this voice was in his head, in order to communicate he had to speak on its terms, which in this case was telepathic.
Who are you? I somehow feel that you are close to me, but at the same time far away. Please help me to understand what is going on…
In all honesty, Jason was not even aware of that much until that instant. It was as if at the very moment that he established communication, a small glimpse of the truth had been revealed to him all at once. That, and he was also able to respond under those pretexts at the same time. Well, perhaps it was a bit different, but there are only so many explanations available, considering that the time frame is limited to milliseconds.
I am very surprised that we are even able to communicate- this has never happened before. Not in the trillions of years that we have existed. I know everything about you- but, as it is to be expected, you know nothing about me…
Normally universal law states that we are not to enlighten humans of the true nature of things, or about their connection to ourselves. But it seems that another of our kind has already done so- and, as is the nature of these things, there is no going back…
I don’t know if this is for better or worse, but if you don’t mind I plan to take full advantage of this once in a lifetime opportunity…
At these words, Jason became exhausted, and once again fell into a trance. When he finally came to, he was in a world unlike any other. Next to him was a man, glowing with the same radiance of that of the woman that night, and also taking a similar form. Rather than questioning his surrounding (he knew better) Jason took the initiative and began the introductions. “Since you know everything about me, it’s only fair that I know a bit about you. let’s start with your name.”
“Good question- and the answer is not so simple. Souls- if that is what you would call us, do not have names. The reason for this is that we could not bear to taken on such superficial traditions. Instead, we prefer to familiarize ourselves with each other’s auras-the signature or DNA of each individual soul. This is especially appropriate since we only communicate telepathically.”
“On that note, I noticed that right now we are not using that method, but instead as “humans” do. Explain to me how this works.”
“Ah, yes, of course! See, I’ve enveloped us in an illusion for your convenience- seeing as how it can be a bit awkward, if not disconcerting for one such as yourself to communicate in the “normal” manner.
“One more thing…-” he was cut off. “Perhaps it would be better if I read your mind and give you all the answers in an instant.”
“That would be quite convenient…Okay go right ahead.”
In that moment Jason learned of this place, of the connection between souls, and several things were cleared up with the answers he was given. To be safe, the soul only informed him of the bare essentials, partly because the development of the human brain was a group effort- and as such no single person had an completely accurate understanding of it.
Another reason was because communicating with humans directly, although has happened, only happens about once every 100 years, and only in special circumstance. Thus, the nature of such communication is fundamentally experimental.
The place in which they were currently “conversing” was a middle-ground between dimensions, the realities of souls and of humans. This soul, which prior to these events had been assigned to him, was able to take Jason here using dreams as a catalyst.
The reason why it could be done in this way is because this area was the closest to the human psyche- and as such could be reached by an ordinary human while dreaming. At some some point in their life, most humans actually have crossed over to the dimension of souls- but because it is a dream, few if any have ever been able to realize understand, or believe this knowledge- simply because “it was only a dream.” This place is conveniently also the best place for humans to exchange thoughts on a subconscious level, which of course is the best way to exchange thoughts- because there is no better way to ensure applying knowledge effectively.
Even a stranger with an untrained eye would see this place as a utopia, and Jason, a well-prepared and open-minded individual, could fully appreciate the magnificence of it all. He scanned the area, demonstrating uninhibited admiration. But before he had more than a glimpse, He collapsed exhausted in the radiant depths.
What seemed an eternity later (which is clearly disconcerting, considering that he had been in a dream-state for the previous encounter) he heard a faint voice in the darkness, whispering with a voice comforting, but also stern and serious…
You must understand- the others are not aware of these circumstances, so we must act with caution, to avoid a conflict. If such a dilemma were to arise, I may not be able to save you…
Jason thought he recognized the voice-it sounded vaguely familiar. But his mind was in chaos and struggled to retrieve the most minor of details. He wanted to speak, to ask the voice if he knew it (or him), but the words would not come out. He was helpless.
The others have already discovered your presence- A moment more and you would have been completely assimilated. Humans like yourself would not survive such a process, it’s fortunate that I sensed the trouble in time…
Jason recounted his thoughts. The last thing he remembered was Tony recommending a mysterious piano worth investigating…Jason went over there, but what happened next? He could not remember, and his head was throbbing…
You seem to have experienced side effects of the partial assimilation. Well, this is to be expected…
At that moment, Jason felt a jolt so violent that he thought that his body would go into shock. He was then thrust into a dimension that defied any concept of understanding. He was completely lost in confusion as he drifted weightlessly, surrounded by translucent bubbles composed of matter shifting and fluctuating at such a rate that any single form did not reveal itself long enough to be properly assessed by even the keenest of minds. If his head had felt ready to split prior to this, that pain had somehow grown exponentially, exceeding any and all concepts of “unbearable”.
Still unable to speak, Jason desperately called out to anyone, anything that might ease his pain, give him peace. At this point he was sure that he had gone mad, or that his life was about to come to an end.
Then with the same abrupt nature as the first wave, a second wave permeated Jason. This one was of the same overwhelming intensity, but the suffering was replaced with the ecstasy, and the pain with pleasure.
The torture that he had previously experienced, which possessed the mysterious quality of seeming both an eternity and a moment, was replaced with this antithesis that only paralleled in terms of magnitude and brilliance. What’s more, earlier half of this phenomenon had begun to slip from his mind. It first began with his mind becoming clouded, and those once vivid details losing their clarification.
Then he began to doubt that these feelings had ever actually existed- possessing quality more akin to wisps of smoke than reliable tangibility. Finally he became aware of these shifts of judgments, and desired for these feelings to recover, that he may understand in full the significance of them. There was a great sorrowful aura present amid that of great joy, and such a combination presented itself as being of the utmost importance.
As he relentlessly struggled towards finding the reason and underlying meaning of all this, a third wave pulled Jason away from it, and the ensuing exchange of willpower threatened to consume his body, if it were not ravaged to dust first. Then a miracle occurred…
A familiar voice called out without words, beckoning Jason to yield, and with such sincerity that he could not refuse. Jason obliged, and was subsequently swept away in the torrent of ceaseless chaos, until finally he experienced what would be the final wave. As he braced himself in foreboding of the eminent intensity, he was taken off guard by an incredible passivity, devoid of all passion.
As he zoned in further though, seeking any underlying details in hopes of reaching a better understanding, the wave balanced out, and weaved in and out of itself with a likeness reminiscent of a strand of Deoxyribonucleic acid (DNA), the building block and blueprint of life itself.
Having realized this, a melody reached his ears; resounding notes blended together in harmony, reaching out from the depths of oblivion. Or rather than blended, they seemed to be independently joined, but how could this be? After speculating on this, Jason became aware that these notes were in fact parts of one being, although he himself could never understand why, despite having no conscious reason for coming this conclusion, this seemed to be an indisputable truth, devoid of all doubt.
At this point Jason had finally become relaxed, and completely alert, and attended to his instinctual desire to better understand his surroundings- namely the melody. But it soon became obvious that this was not necessary, as the melody, and entity thereof, was prepared to divulge all that he needed- or rather, wanted to know regarding the nature of these things, and- more importantly, the Essence Of The Soul.
I’ve finally reached you…
Jason’s surroundings began to contort, that is, if contortion of such substance was possible. He felt himself being pulled…carried by something like wind. Reality itself had redefined itself, so it was futile to be sure of anything. Somehow, that gave him a feeling of peace, and even more of satisfaction. Where did these feelings come from, they were ones that Jason was sure he had never felt in response to such circumstances. Normally he would have been confused, anxious, upset, and others of a similar negative nature. In such chaotic circumstances, that would be only natural. But he was not questioning these irregularities out of concern, but out of curiosity.
Like never before, he longed to understand all that he could of this being, feeling a bond so strong that it seemed inseparable, to such a point that even time possessed not the power to break it. And yet he also knew not why he could have such confidence in these things, having no actual knowledge of any of these surroundings, much less the entity enveloping him. As Jason pondered these things pensively, he finally took a moment to once again reexamine his surroundings, and was taken off guard: The entity had wrapped him in something like a cocoon, which he now floated weightlessly in comfortably.
There are many things to explain; the excitement of it all, of our meeting is a blessing- I have long anticipated this, and finally…
He now became aware that, although he understood these thoughts as if they were words, and of his language…In truth he was hearing the words in two different ways- the way that this being best understood, and that which he best understood. The more that Jason listened, the more that he sensed the blending of their understanding. At first they were two different languages, embedded in one stream, but as their thoughts flowed freely, they came together as one. Their thoughts had begun to merge…
I see that you have realized it- the nexus that has brought us together…kept us together…allowed us to harmonize so beautifully!
Without a doubt, this was indeed the case; Jason was sure this must be the case- it was without doubt in his mind, after contemplating on the underlying harmony and consonance weaved into their communication. But at the same moment he realized this, he felt an incredible, mysterious attraction to this being. Was this passion? No. Was it instinct? Most definitely not. Although he knew it would be exceedingly difficult to grasp the meaning of it all, it was clear that becoming one with this entity was a necessity, with the reason why seeming minuscule in comparison with the need, which commanded such an urgency that could not be ignored or disregarded.
All of this time, Jason had been remarkably silent, something he knew was out of character for him. He had become content with merely observing, and why? The answer came to him instantaneously- it was because he was dumbstruck by the breathtaking and surreal nature of his surroundings, which clearly defied any concept of reality to which he had ever adhered to or even heard of before. At first, he concluded that he had discovered the answer to he question by means of deductive reason or logic, but the entity cut off his thoughts…
No, the answer you have received was not, as it may seem, the product of your own reasoning- although this itself also was a gift to your kind, and it may have assisted in the dilemma we now face. I have bestowed to you the gift of knowing the answer to any inquiry regarding the underlying reason of anything- That is, any time you ask “Why?” you shall know. Now you will forget all of these happenings, and those things that played a role in our meeting shall remain forgotten.
This is a necessity, that which is meant to be, and so it shall be. In time, however, you shall recover your memory of these things; when the time is right you will know. Your journey will be long and filled with troubles, but without a doubt you will find the Essence of the Soul. When you finally find it, all that was hidden will be revealed- though there is much in the world that is hidden but not known; the reason that life is worth living is indeed because we will never know all the answers.
Chapter 2
10 Nov 2008 Leave a Comment
in Essence Of The Soul Tags: Phase I: Rebirth
“Ughhh! Uggh…Ehh…Geh-Heokk..uh! Akkh! Can’t breathe…am I really going to die like this?”
Kurutio Ishin, a college sophomore, had been wrestling with an invisible force, and as he’s now approached his limit, the monster had taken advantage of Kurutio’s “spiritual blindness”, and was now strangling him to death.
“Uggh…think, think! –Calm down…let it come…Found it!
“Let me go, for the day breaks.”
In what appeared to be a response to his words, a sudden bright stream of light flooded the swamp which Kurutio had battled the monster in. As the light shined upon the invisible beast, her grotesque form manifested, and not a moment later, she turned to stone.
“Ehhh! “It’s” a girl???”
That was his first reaction. The second one was interrupted by a familiarly obnoxious voice in his head:
“Light turning a monster to stone? Talk about jury-rigged fantasy cliches!”
At these words he awoke, and groggily stared at the alarm clock. It read 5:50 am– 10 minutes early. Kurutio stretched, letting out a uninhibited yawn, while thinking,
“Took the words right out of my mouth!”
The words that he spoke were taken from Genesis 32:26, which reads “And He said ‘Let me go, for the day breaks’.” The latter half of Genesis 32 is about Jacob wrestling with God, and when Kurutio recognized the similarity of that to his present situation, he decided it was worth a try…Never thought it would actually work though…But what was that light?”
“Would be nice if I had the forces of nature at my command like that! Then I would pretty much be God…”
In your dreams…the obnoxious voice said.
“Shaddup! You don’t have to be so–wait a minute…in my dreams is right!!! Wow, the irony is killing me!” The more he thought about it, his grin became broader…and he began to giggle, then laugh, and cackle, almost hysterically. It was just too much! Perhaps this excessive joviality might have robbed him from what would be by appearances a “normal” day, but he was saved- not by the bell, but by the alarm clock.
Ten minutes was up- it was now 6:00 am. “Come to think of it though, how did I know that “it” was a girl? There’s no way anyone could tell from appearances…”
Kurutio Ishin was quite the eccentric fellow, and at first glance one might mistake him for a loner. But his many talents and active desire to help people have complimented his deviant tendencies, to the effect of overwhelming popularity and a large circle of friends. So despite being ‘different’, he had quite the social life.
Naturally, he stood out at college, but not in bad way- far from it! While otherwise people might only see his eccentricities and avoid him, his commitment to serve others (and an unsurpassed ability in this regard) has compelled classmates to instead think “If only there were more eccentric people like him.”
Because so many people depend on and look up to him, he’s become a legend there. So in all honesty, depending on the definition, he has already become a god.
“Shower, Check! Lunch, Check! Homework…” As usual, Kurutio double-checked all the basics, ensuring he hadn’t forgotten anything.
I’m on a roll today- remembered everything the first time around…and I’m half an hour early too!
Gathering up his laptop and backpack, He started off for class, locking the door behind him. As he was leaving, a shadowy figure suddenly appeared behind him, as if out of thin air, and clasped her arms around him, knocking his wind out in the process….! “Deja vu…” He thought
“Is this really the time to be thinking stuff like that?”, responded the inner-voice…
“Guess who…” she said.
“Hmmm…luscious breasts against my back…and a formidable chokehold- who else but Airielu?”
“Tee-hee! But to use words like ‘luscious’… you’re making my blush!”
“C’mon now, let’s go, Elly!” Kurutio took Airielu’s hand, and started to run, almost dragging her.
“Hey, what are you so excited about so early in the morning? College is still hours away…”
“There’s something that I want to show you- you’ll love it, trust me!”
If only he could be more bold about “that”, Airieluthought- while subconsciously pressing her index fingers together.
As they ran through the lush meadow, the crisp wind channeling itself through their hair and riveting itself through their hair and riveting through their clothes, Kurutio and Airielu shared this rare and beautiful nexus of freedom. Although at this point in time he did not savor it- as Airielu did, it was a memory to be treasured.
Sometimes we just aren’t able to appreciate these moments until long after they’re gone, but for Kurutio– well let’s just say he’s not as fortunate. With the warm and gentle sunlight saturating and illuminating their bodies, both of them secretly wished for this moment to last forever…and perhaps it did, if only in spirit.
But alas, they had now reached the summit. The sunlight sparkled off the fresh and powdery snow in waves that reverberated off each other like picturesque echoes, and snow-freckled wildflowers complemented the scenery in patches spreading out as far as the eye could see. “It’s beautiful”, Airielu said with a sweet and breathy tone.
She knew it was such a cliche’ response, but amid this breathtakingly splendorous scenery, there really were no words to properly describe it- nothing could quite cover the beauty and magnificence of it all. Kurutio was pleasantly surprised (to say the least), and they plopped down in the soft thick grass together, side by side, basking in the sun.
As they both lovingly gazed into each other’s eyes, ecstasy danced frivolously with their hearts, and their spirits became one, as a beautiful intimacy overtook them. As they serenely took in the flourishing paradise they had willingly entrapped themselves in, Kurutio and Airielu were hopelessly mesmerized, and time itself had become completely irrelevant.
Then without warning, as if this meadow were mere illusion, the sky abruptly exploded in an intense flash of light, and everything faded into a dismal darkness. Airielu suddenly fainted into Kurutio’s lap, and as he watched awestruck, a mysterious and visually absurd image stretched across the sky.
Red lines were staggered across the the expanse of an endless darkness, but they weren’t ordinary lines– actually, you couldn’t be sure by appearances if they were lines at all. But somehow, for reasons he couldn’t explain or understand, he knew they were definitely lines.
That being said, there was no way to tell where these lines began and where they ended– a quality strange- even disturbing, for lines to possess. They just “were”, but it was as if the nature of their existence, and even that they existed at all, was irrelevant.
He was overwhelmed with questions for no apparent reason, about things he did not understand. Kurutio tried to catch some of it, hoping that somewhere in these questions he might find some answers- and somehow, for the first time in his life, the irony was not funny; this time, it instead haunted him like an evil spirit.
In this intense desperation, unspeakable fear flooded his soul- as he sat there rigid, helplessly in shock; he had completely forgotten Airielu was there, passed out on his lap…with these questions came feelings– Love, Joy, Hatred, Fear, Doubt, Passion, Melancholy, and Rage. All of them were intense, all of them chaotic, and of a caliber so great they seemed to render his own feelings, and even his identity- meaningless.
With these feelings came a feeling of corruption; Kurutio felt soiled- even evil. It was as if his very existence were an abomination- an unforgivable heresy. Fear had turned to corruption, corruption to conviction, and now conviction to suffering; he was ruthlessly torn between the evil that he was and the good that he knew he should be.
Eventually the suffering gave way to apathy, and apathy to Nihilism. For the first time in his life, Kurutio wanted to die.
God, put me out of my misery! He prayed. Kurutio hadn’t believed in God for a long time, but somehow that didn’t seem to matter.
Put me out of my fucking misery…God! Damn You! I would rather spend eternity in Hell than to go on like this! Fucking kill me now…- God dammit! Curse you– what kind of sick sadomasochistic pervert are you?…God!
As he continued to curse and blaspheme a god he did not believe in, it became clear that all rationality had left him; he had gone insane- traumatized by things that neither you, nor I, could understand.
Out of this torrent, a voice roared above all else, as if in answer to his prayer. It also possessed absurdly impossible qualities- projecting itself as both deep and shrieking- all at once. Sensing the similarity of this to the phenomena that had forced him to this pathetic state, Kurutio shrank away from it, clawing at the air with a brutal madness.
He was shivering and shaking like a young boy who had gotten his first taste of what torture really is…
That’s what I really am…He thought. A child!He laughed grimly to himself, revealing a forced and bitter smile. Up till now, Kurutio was in control– or rather, he thought he was. But in reality, he had taken everything for granted. He was naïve, and all at once- for an efficiency I would wish on no one, not even my enemies- he had been forced to accept all of this.
As he was made to bear the unbearable, Kurutio began what was going to be a veryrude awakening. He wasnaïve- but now, in this present darkness- surrounded by emotions and chaos, and tortured by his very own existence, he was forced to face not only his naïvety, but something far worse:
Himself.
Chapter 1
10 Nov 2008 Leave a Comment
in The Beginning: Airielu Tags: Phase 0: Hidden Truth
By what method can one determine reality? We have guides all around us, things like the senses, logic, and the perceptions of those around us, but does it not vary from person to person, even if only the slightest? In addition, with all honesty we can only accept that this reality we are bound by is wholly attributed to the past. What if reality was something to be discovered, is something to be explored? Most choose to leave those questions unanswered, and accept the reality created by the past. Some indulge in determining their own fate, but “in reality” are still bound by the same legacy; many of these would not realize this even if they were told, because the vast majority of the rules bestowed upon us are painfully unsaid. It would seem that this would sum up all those that are governed by this antiquity in one way or another, But let us not forget the select few that make the choice to abandon these limitations and create their own reality- although some do not yet know they have made the choice…
Chapter 0 – The Mysterious Piano
In the the elevator of Congress Library’s Madison Building, all inside were backed up against the walls. Most of them seemed to be holding their breath…except one. Was this person dangerous? No. Did he have a deadly illness that was highly contagious. Most definitely not. But Jason Thomas did have a quality that seemed a novelty in this day and age: His life was not influenced by society in any way, shape or form.
Jason’s disconnection from the rules of society even extended to his ideas about life. Basically, he believed what he wanted to believe, and had a highly original logic that only he could even begin to understand. That’s not to say that he was one of those creepy conspiracy theorists who believed in Big Foot, aliens, and other supernatural phenomena– he was highly original, with ideas far more unique than such cliche’ fantasies.
However, this did not explain why all the people in this elevator– everyone but himself– were plastered against the wall, barely drawing breath. The simple answer: he had behaved like a true American psycho, only this time they actually believed him! Jason had casually mentioned that he had a deadly and contagious disease, and then went on to explain the details, mercilessly building upon the fearful visual. Within the first 30 seconds, there was no doubt in any of their minds that he indeed had the disease of which he spoke, and furthermore, was mentally unstable.
Jason was actually one of the most honest people you’d ever meet, and probably also the most candid. That being said, how could he lie so convincingly? The answer might puzzle you, but try to keep an open mind: He could because he’s so honest! Now, before you get worked up about this paradox, Let me explain: Jason’s fundamental understanding of reality is that of Subjectivism; that is reality cannot be defined, or even if it can, that definition is not static.
Thus, because at least one version of reality involved him having a deadly and highly contagious disease, He could easily believe it, and cause others to believe it as well. In truth, however, for him to get sick was so rare a thing that some may call it an omen– he could literally count the times he’d been sick in his entire life on his fingers.
Jason loved playing mind-games, although sometimes he loathed this about himself. After all, most people don’t like others to mess with their heads. As a result, this hobby of his tended to result in social isolation. The habit was so hard to break (since it’s so damn fun), so he had given up on trying to break it. Admittedly though, he still thought about it on occasion.
He also didn’t care much for what people thought about his actions. Not that he didn’t take others’ thoughts into consideration– but usually, he found that his way of living life was best– that’s the kind of person he was. You could say that most of the time, he just took others’ perspectives into account as a courtesy. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered.
Once the elevator reached the first floor, and the doors opened, all those people inside scrambled out, like bats flying out of a cave. Jason gave himself a moment to take in the pleasantly comic scene, and then proceeded to head home.
Pulling off stunts like this– that was actually a daily occurrence for him. So you might wonder what kind of person he could be, having that kind of time on his hands. But the truth may surprise you: the reason he has “so much” time on his hands, is because acts like these were part of his job! Now as convenient as this may sound, most of his work isn’t that easy; sure he had ample opportunity to indulge in his manipulative pastimes, but this only accounted for about ten minutes of each work day. The rest of the time, he wrote notes, analyzed data, and researched statistics.
He was a genius when it came to that kind of thing though, so I guess you could say it was the perfect job for him. After all, the results of his work have had a significant impact on the future of society, and he knows it! But the goals that he has had in mind far exceed even that; truth be told, Jason’s goals were so ambitious that even he was not yet fully aware of their scope; much of these details were still buried in his subconscious, waiting to be discovered.
Right as he parked into the driveway, Jason received a call on his cell, and deduced that the call was from someone he did not know; after all, he had chosen this particular trance tone for such mysterious calls as this. The reason why he chose trance for unknown callers, was because both trance music, and the concept of getting calls from random people, were both very intriguing experiences for him. Perhaps his anticipation was misplaced this time though, as in this case, the call was from someone he did know: it was his good friend Tony.
“Bet you were wondering who was calling, huh?” he remarked.
“Well actually, my cell just died, so I had to use the pay phone. I knew I should’ve replaced it by now, and speak of the devil!”
Jason grinned.
“Well anyways, listen- there’s these rumors going around about this mysterious piano. But this isn’t just the everyday National Enquirer bullshit– no one has any actual information on it, and we all know if it was made up, somebody would have done a better job. I thought you’d want to check it out. Me personally, well you know me- I’m not the one interested in this kinda stuff. Why don’t you check it out?”
“You read my mind- hey Tony, did I ever tell you I have something of a hobby for playing piano?”
“No, you haven’t. That being the case, what kept you from telling me until now?” Tony asked.
“Don’t be silly- I just said it’s something of a hobby. You know well that my other hobbies are a whole lot more that something. The truth is, I just never got around to telling you, or even thought about it. I was too preoccupied with those other hobbies, as I’m sure you understand.
“Okay you got me, I give!” They both laugh.
“I won’t give away any spoilers, I know you wouldn’t like that. The address is at 828 PROSPECT PL, 53703- so yeah, it’s pretty near here. So I’ll leave things at that- I’ll catch you later then.”
Tony was more than a friend, he was a brother to Jason. Actually, Jason didn’t follow the philosophy of ‘blood’s thicker than water’ to begin with. Sure there is an undeniably convincing amount of history behind family bonds, But that was about the only thing that could support that type of thinking in his mind. But even then, Jason never really spent much time with his family, so he didn’t have any real connection to his relatives at all– it was if he just “happened” to be related to them.
Jason got in the car, and headed down to the address he and Tony had discussed, but halfway down there, something changed. he didn’t know what it was, but was sure that it had to have been something important. It was a bit surprising, as there was the inevitable question “How could I have known that something changed, if I don’t even have the slightest idea of what that change might be?”
But instead of worrying about this question, he marveled at it- and kept his mind occupied with the mystery of what it might be. Not for long though; he soon found that such an engrossing thing was too dangerous to think about while driving.
Upon reaching the place, Jason suddenly became aware of the location of the piano, as well as the things surrounding it, and he couldn’t help but wonder where all this psychic-like intuition was coming from.
This is getting to be very interesting! he thought. But if he had been able to see into the future, I doubt he would have said that. Not that is wouldn’t be very interesting– rather, these words wouldn’t even begin to cover the magnitude of what he would experience. Not only was he aware of the piano, but he felt drawn to it– not just from pure interest, but almost magnetically as well.
As he approached the piano, a song ran through his head- a beautiful song, not only one that he’d never heard, but also in a language he was quite sure was not of this world.
But at the same time, the voice in the song maintained a striking air of humanity; it was a song that illuminated the entire spectrum of human emotions. He felt a growing sense of calm at first, but just as the color spectrum blends together tones that would normally clash, The feelings shifted between intense passion, melancholy, and ecstasy, as well as so many others– even emotions that he had not even felt, or even been aware of before.
Awed by the utter splendor of the song, and the undeniable power it possessed, Jason was speechless. He had always been the inquisitive type- but never until now had the questions been so numerous, or so profound. He wanted answers, and somehow intuitively, he knew that there was only one way to find them.
So he sat at the bench, and began playing the song that ran through his head; this was not a problem, as Jason was an expert when it came to improvisation. As he began to play, the voice began to change to blend in harmony with the original song. As he realized this, Jason decided to take the challenge and concentrate on improvising the original part. The resulting piece was, quite frankly, out of this world; a pity that it wasn’t recorded. As he continued to play, Jason began to see a shadow taking form beside him. This must be the owner of the voice, he thought.
He was determined to learn more about this person, about the secret of the beauty of her voice, and what her relation was to the mysterious piano. He wanted to know of the aura she emanated, and of the supernatural qualities the piano possessed. He motivation now fueling his enthusiasm, Jason continued playing with legendary fervor, and passion worthy of recognition.
The shadow grew in clarity, and eventually took the form of what seemed to be female; but the bright and warm glow made it perfectly clear that she was most definitely not human.
But at that point, the song drew to an end, and at the same time, she began to fade. But before she had completely disappeared, he distinctly heard her say a few parting words.
“For the past few centuries, I have been trapped within this…piano. Well, at least that’s the form it has taken now…I don’t have time to explain. I have been very lonely here, and you’ve not only freed me from this prison, but also helped me to remember the joy of the simple things in life. In return, I shall now bestow upon you some of the mysteries of the world.”
With those words, she vanished completely, and to his great surprise, the piano along with her. At this point, Jason had a whole lot of questions and no answers, and he thought that quite ironic, especially since she had said that she would bestow upon him mysteries of the world. At least from the surface, it was quite the opposite- she had bestowed him the first mystery he had not solved…Well, of those that he had actually tried to- there are more mysteries than the whole world could even hope to solve in their lives. This being the case, it was clear to him that her words extended beyond human knowledge, and the truth would probably come… with time.
