Demian
08-04-2007, 04:28 AM
I am no longer able to tell what is truth or untruth, fact or fiction, the real and unreal any longer. It seems as if this whole world was merely a projection of my subconscious mind, and every biological entity merely another dreamer wandering around this distant harbour of stolen dreams. It was a long time ago when it happened--at least I perceive it as such. But the search for that book which is rumoured to hold every hidden mystery had led me to him one dim morning. He was gazing at me with such a forlorn pangloss of reverie that I nearly dropped the book. After all, the book was about him. And I was reading about his funeral. I knew that the felliniesque omen from two days ago would pay off. As I was driving through the outskirts of town I came upon a church late one night. It was framed by three lifesize crosses which were lit from below. They seemed to glow eerily through the dust and debris swirling around them. Which is when I saw a young man walking in front of them. He was dressed in his bed clothes, and I thought, "perhaps he's a sleepwalker..." He was gazing with great intensity straight ahead and walking as if in slow motion. And he was pointing a single finger straight in the air like a hierophant of the Mystery religions. He pointed toward the heavens. And he was pointing away from those crosses!
So when I found the coptic codex of which he had written of in the library, I was not surprised to find that he had found me. He himself had tried to find it in his youth, but had given up for some time and settled upon writing his own exegesis. As he gazed in my eyes I felt a shallow pain in my side and then understood everything. For now the Apostolic mission had been handed over to me--I was to take up the Lance--and chase down the Holy Graal in a distant land...another desert he had told me of. He took the book and opened it up, and a reticent lion's howl came out of the pages. Then the lion spoke to me and I could understand him better than my own mind could fathom my soul. He told me to prepare myself and those close to me for the coming Aion. To put the book back on the shelf and go home. For the time was at hand...TBC
So when I found the coptic codex of which he had written of in the library, I was not surprised to find that he had found me. He himself had tried to find it in his youth, but had given up for some time and settled upon writing his own exegesis. As he gazed in my eyes I felt a shallow pain in my side and then understood everything. For now the Apostolic mission had been handed over to me--I was to take up the Lance--and chase down the Holy Graal in a distant land...another desert he had told me of. He took the book and opened it up, and a reticent lion's howl came out of the pages. Then the lion spoke to me and I could understand him better than my own mind could fathom my soul. He told me to prepare myself and those close to me for the coming Aion. To put the book back on the shelf and go home. For the time was at hand...TBC