The Scribes 4: Retro conjuring and Elohim’s blessings

The Scribes 4: Retro conjuring and Elohim’s blessings

1 October 2017

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Scribe 23 had now recovered from her disappointment and despair at having ruined the ceremony of releasing the primal. The Master had not come to visit her for a couple of weeks after the incident when a hurried act needed to be carried out instead of the beautiful ceremony that so many scribes had hoped to witness. She was not sure at first whether it was because she had caused the incident but he soon reassured her that it was simply because he was too busy with other ventures.

She walked around aimlessly in the house as she had already conjured all the items the people from the neighbouring cities requested with the help of all the energies that were available as well as to the residual energy in her heart. She realised that Elohim had only sucked the excess energy but left her enough to conjure all the imtes. Such was the power of the Masters that they knew to the milligram of energy what would be required. She sighed and thought to herself that she must forget this unfortunate event and look forward to when new items would be needed again for conjuring. Unfortunately now nobody would need her to conjure anything for several weeks. She realised that this meant she must keep away from the sun or she would involuntarily soak in more energy and risk reaching a point of combustion.

It was while she was walking aimlessly that the Master arrived. As usual she could feel his presence but not see his face. It seemed that he was not yet ready to disclose fully his identity and show his face.

  • I need you to come with me, he said
  • Whereto, she answered
  • We are having a ceremony and I want you to be a part of it
  • That would be lovely. Let me get my cloak and we can leave

Scribe 23 put on her cloak and followed her Master using her echolocation skills as she could not see him. They journeyed through portals that took them through continents in the same way that a joyride would take someone from one point to the other like a train in a twirling tunnel. Her Master seemed to always stay ahead of her and she was glad as she had no idea where they were going. When her Master finally stopped travelling into portals, she could see a small clearing in the woods where her Master was heading. Scribe 23 shook some of the ice that had formed around her cloak as some of the portals’ waters was frozen. She looked toward her Master and enquired why they were in the woods.

  • We need to go ahead with the releasing of the primal according to the ancient tradition, he said
  • Was he not already released?
  • Yes he was but he was put back to sleep to gather more forces and to be awoken at the right time
  • Why do a few weeks only make a difference
  • It is all about equinox calculation my dearest pupil. One day, one hour or sometimes even one second can change the overall design of the multiverse

Scribe 23 said nothing as her Master said this final truth that she herself had come to realise throughout her life. One minute could change everything sometimes between finding a door open or closed, between catching a train or losing it. She asked her master whether he would show himself now but he was unwilling to do so but mentioned he would after the ceremony was over.

They both sat on a small tree trunk in the midst of the clearing and waited. Scribe 23 wondered what they were waiting for and wanted to ask her Master but he seemed too engrossed in meditation so she did not dare disturb him. Just as this thought occurred to her, he opened his eyes and told her that they would not have to wait for long anymore. No sooner had he said that than a group of scribes started arriving and took seating at the other tree trunks. As she watched them getting seated she realised that the tree trunks were disposed in a circle and seemed to have been disposed that way by humans and not by nature.

  • We are in the midst of an ancient circle of life, said the Master
  • This is the first time I see one
  • It will not be your last. There will be many more to come

Scribe 23 was awed by the prospect of the ceremony and the appearance of other Masters. These were visible to the naked eye and had their own apprentice scribe accompanying them. They all smiled at her as if she were a child and she smiled back, a bit embarassed by their attention and how inexperienced she felt they thought her to be. The Master giggled by her side and she knew that he had sensed her embarassment. After everybody had gathered, some of the scribes lit a fire by projecting some of his energy onto the pile of leaves and tree trunks at the center of the clearing. As soon as the fires were high, the scribes starting throwing something that seemed like leaves except that they had aromatic scents to them when they burnt.

The Master asked Scribe 23 to sit as near to the fire as she could possibly do and he then proceeded to attaching a second locket at her neck. It looked very similar to the first locket he had granted her and he answered her mentally that it was. After attaching it, the Master asked her to circle the fire seven times before stopping in front of him again, which she did eager to please him. At the end of the seventh round, the Master slowly materialised in front of her eyes and she was amazed at his appearance. Before she could say anything, a sound of clapping made her turn around. On the opposite side of where she and the Master stood, there drifted the head of Elohim, the Primal Master.

She cried out in surprise and this caused Elohim to come closer. It was a strange sight to see this head floating without a body but Elohim answered her that he did not need a body, nor a head for that matter but that it helped create a link with people who could not see beyond the physical. Elohim offered to create himself a body if she felt uncomfortable talking to a head but she said she was fine so he stayed as a head. The Master then introduced her officially to Elohim as being his disciple and Master at which Elohim smiled. When he smiled, the whole forest seemed to shine with a beautiful golden ray and the trees seemed on fire although she knew that this was not possible.

Slowly and carefully, Elohim materialised outstretched hands and placed them on her shoulders. With a slight pull to her frame, he brought her closer to him and blessed her three times announcing that she was now a Master in her own right. After he had blessed her, all the scribes rose and she was hailed as a Master before they all clapped. Once the clapping had subsided, the Master asked her to lead the dance around the fires and she led them heartily, dancing a gig, her hand tightly held by the Master who followed her every step. As they danced around faster and faster, it seemed to Scribe 23 that they were literally dancing on the fire that seemed to coil around itself like a fractal snail so she asked the Master whether they would hurt themselves. The Master merely gazed at her and smiled.

 

Aphrodite – Stive Morgan

The Scribes 3 Primum Invocatio

The Scribes 3 Primum Invocatio

12 May 2017

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Scribe 23 looked from the sun to the jasmine growing under the balcony and marveled at how the small flowers soaked the energy in effortlessly. She turned towards her Master and asked him whether he meant to stay or whether he would be leaving and he made her understand that in a short while he would be leaving again as he had work to do in preparation of the special ceremony. She asked what was so special about the ceremony and he told her that it was not often that the Scribes witnessed a primal being released so it was accompanied by a large ceremony where several Scribes from all over the world were invited to celebrate.

 

Shortly after the sun had set high in the sky the Master left for his own dwelling and Scribe 23 was left to herself. The house was abuzz now with activity and several attendants were preparing the rooms for the various ceremonies of Conjuring that were to take place later on. Most of the people in the city already had what they required as she had conjured items with many usage times but some people from further cities had a need for several items so her skills were required again.

 

She wondered whether she had not floated around too aimlessly and too often the past days to wear off the energy and whether she would have enough left for the various Conjuring ceremonies. She was not overly anxious though as the energy had never failed her and she had always been able to perform the Conjuring. Whenever she felt a waning in the energy either because she had not received sufficient energy from the star gazers or earth conduits or because she had not absorbed enough of the energy herself beforehand, the Master always stepped in and compensated. Right from the earlier days when she had been a disciple, the Master had asked her to perform the Conjuring herself, only stepping in to complete the energy required if there wasn’t enough to complete the Conjuring.

 

Slowly, the house started filling with various persons from the neighbouring city, some star gazers and some normal beings. Scribe 23 noticed with distaste that some of the normal beings were on the older side and realised that she would not be able to ask them for life force energy as they would then be depleted and it was not in her habits to turn away people who required items or to deplete beings that required the Conjuring for their families. She moved towards the front of the first room where there were only star gazers and slowly inked out the items that they required as their flow of energy whirled through her, whipping up the thoughts into manifestation.

 

When she had first asked the Master why it was that the star gazers or earth conduits did not perform the Conjuring themselves, he had answered that while they were able to channel the energy, they were unable to think creatively or to focus their thoughts together with the energy in order to be prepared to ink them. Besides, none of these beings knew how to register the Conjuring down because they did not know how to make the ink of life from the stars and therefore even if they discovered how to focus the thoughts, they would still be missing that vital item to make the Conjuring concrete.

 

Upon entering the final room which contained both star gazers and normal beings, Scribe 23 could feel the palpable anxiety of the normal beings, especially the more aged ones. The younger ones were anxious because they felt that she might ask them to compensate for the lack of energy of the older ones and they would then lose more life force and become older themselves quicker than they wished to and the old ones simply because they were not sure the giving of the life force would not finish them off. Scribe 23 signaled to the older normal beings that she would not be requiring their life force in exchange of the Conjuring but could make the items with less usage times than what they initially wished for.

 

A murmur ran through the huddled crowd as they had come representing the larger population of their city and more usage times were required than what they were asking for. They had only reduced the demand because they realised that they would not be able to offer enough energy for the Conjuring required. Scribe 23 felt their despair and realised that the items they were asking for were not fancy items but simply nutrition and maintenance items so she set about concentrating on how she would harness the energy herself from the room without any of them noticing.

 

Scribe 23 beckoned to one of her attendants signaling to her that she should open wide the windows which the attendant did immediately. The sunlight streamed into the room illuminating her purple robe and she raised her hands over the head of the first star gazer who started absorbing its energy. Her hands hovered over his head seemingly taking in his energy but all the while drawing the sunlight directly into her body. The combined power of his intake and her own absorption was intoxicating and she felt her heart pulse with the rawness of the energy. Scribe 23 asked the star gazer to retreat as she felt she had had more than enough energy for the Conjuring but instead of simply retreating, he immediately sent in a replacement as he had thought it would be necessary to immediately replenish her energy.

 

As the star gazer’s substitute entered the ray, intersecting with the angle of her hands, she felt her palms tingle connecting involuntarily again with the sunlight that coursed through her arms. The star gazer who was on the path of the absorption slowly felt the intensity grow into his brain to the point of almost sizzling and she immediately put her hands to his head absorbing the energy off his brain and disconnecting him. As she did so, the energy he had been channeling flowed through her own hands doubling up the quantity and she could feel her heart ablaze with the energy. She closed her eyes thinking that she had been so foolish to absorb the energy directly without putting in place a protection mechanism where she could be able to stop the absorption. She knew that in a few seconds her heart would implode causing the combustion of the entire neighbourhood.

 

She felt more than she saw the rush of cool air as something sucked her lips shouting “Primum Invocatio” before it hit her on the chest knocking her off her feet and out of the sunlight. Several feet above her body, there was the looming head of what she recognized as Elohim, the first Master. Inside his forehead was the blazing ball of fire that had been seconds before within her heart and Elohim’s head was shimmering translucent under the effect of the condensed energy. The crowd that had dispersed frantically running for cover when they had seen her close to imploding ran back towards them, their eyes wild with adoration and hope that the Master of all Masters would notice them and take one of them as disciple.

 

Above Elohim’s head, she could sense the Master looking down at her and next to him she saw the vial from her locket floating emptied of its content. She could see the outline of his lips where traces of the blood shimmered and moved and she could feel the same movement and tingling on her lips too. The Master made her understand that he had used the vial to invoke the Primal, Elohim, by painting her lips with the blood and when Elohim had appeared and delved into her to absorb the fire ball he had then sucked him out of her, pressing his lips against hers and subsequently levitating with him several feet above her. She knew confusedly that this was not exactly how they were supposed to have carried out the ceremony of releasing the Primal and was sorry she had spoilt it for so many Scribes who had been waiting but was grateful that her life had been saved. She was also surprised to find out that the Primal was Elohim, the Master of all Masters and wondered what this had to do with a second sun.

 

She heard sizzling sounds around her and saw that several Scribes had materialized all around and realised that they had probably felt the release of the primal and had come to pay homage. It was a rare event when a primal was invoked and it was even more precious considering it was the Primal, the Master of all Masters. The Scribes hovered in the air around Elohim, sheltering him from the groping hands of the desperate star gazers and slowly lifted him higher. The Master explained to her that Elohim who was holding her fireball intact with the power of his intent could not use his energy to levitate away as he would then activate the fireball that would pursue its combustion. The Scribes continued floating slowly upwards and dissolved into the ceiling taking the Primal, Elohim, with them.

 

The Quality of Mercy – Max Richter

The Scribes 2 : Releasing the Primal

The Scribes 2:  Releasing the Primal

14 December 2016

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Scribe 23 was holding a locket that belonged to her Master and had been sent to her through his representatives. It was attached to a gold chain that had hung from her Master’s neck and was now swinging around her own. In the locket were inscribed the words invocatio and opposite the words there was a tiny vial that contained a few drops of the blood of the first Master, Elohim, who had passed the locket on to his first disciple Gabriel. She played around with the locket nervously while pondering whether her Master would deem it was the Time to leave yet and join him. Outside, in the outline of the sky, she could guess the dawn arriving but the city was still sleeping.

 

In one swift movement, she leapt out of the window and flew to the nearest building. She had first been exhilarated about having acquired this new skill but now it was getting tedious as she had to keep using the energy to do that. She had conjured items with too many usage times for the city and nobody needed anything anymore so she had to reduce the overflowing energy floating around so as to avoid the fate of those who had imploded. Throughout the years too much energy had accumulated within her as she had conjured very often and people had rewarded her immensely with their flow.

 

Perched on the top of the nearby building, she observed her own dwelling lying several meters below. She knew that she was not supposed to as they were essentially nomads but she had grown fond of this dwelling where she had stayed longer than with the others. Despite her attachment to it, she knew though that in an instant she would leave it if the Time did come. She wondered when the Master would summon her and why it was that his teachings had only been from afar unlike how it was for all the other Master-disciple relationships. Ever since the first time he had transferred half of his energy to her, it had been a period of enchantment going from one discovery to another but she had always wondered why he had not simply come into her life openly. Yet she could hardly complain as he accompanied her every step and watched over her at every moment, giving her guidance on every small matter she required assistance on.

 

Scribe 23 floated down from the building and walked back to the entrance of her dwelling. Dawn submerged the horizons in a growing light until she could slowly feel the sun rising behind her, its warmth slowly invading her back. She turned and gazed at it wondering at its amazing energy that they could harvest from so far away. What most of the population did not know was that the Scribes actually did not need the Earth conduits or the star gazers to derive the energy for the Conjuring. In fact, most Scribes actually were able to harness both energies themselves but they chose not to do it most of the time as they collected too much of it at a time. One of the rare times the Scribes would harness both energies was when they were making a disciple because that was the only way to create the Bond, which was the sacred link that tied a Master to his/her disciple and through which all the teachings were enhanced.

 

The dwelling in front of her was also waking up like the city behind her which had turned from sleepy to bustling in barely a few minutes. She knew she could no longer float to the balcony now but would have to walk upstairs if she wanted to watch the rising sun. She felt her Master beside her and greeted him. He greeted her back addressing her as Master too which was another oddity in this Master-disciple relationship. When she had asked him about it, his answer had been that she already was what he was preparing her to be. The answer had puzzled her but so had many things with her Master and she had learnt to accept the apparent contradiction and not push further than he was willing to go.

 

He smiled noticing her confused mood and made her understand that it would soon be the Time. When, she asked excitedly and he responded just a little over a fortnight. He made her understand that they would need the contents of the locket and they would need to perform the Conjuring together to release the Primal for the birth of the second sun. Would a second sun not fully scorch the Earth, she asked but he merely laughed off her question. She wondered what it would be like to have a second sun warming the Earth as he left her temporarily to perform some other task. She pondered that perhaps a second sun would finish off the remaining life on Earth as the heat would then become too intense.

 

He was back with her as she walked up the stairs and back to her room, onto the balcony where they both watched the rising sun. In over a fortnight, together they would be releasing the Primal. She wondered what that meant really but consoled herself with the fact that soon enough she would know.

 

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Wings of Gabriel – Arcana

Someone else’s dream – Avi Rosenfeld

Far Away – Diana Boncheva

 

The Scribes 1: Conjuring the Manifestation

The Scribes 1: Conjuring the Manifestation

12 December 2016

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In a distant future, humanity has lost the capacity of producing anything. Paper money is a thing of the past and anything one needs can only be conjured up through the power of intention, it cannot be made. Unfortunately, most of the population having just been conditioned to picking what they need from what was mass produced in the past, they have lost the capacity of thinking and even more of dreaming and visualising so are unable to conjure up anything they would need to have.

 

The world population resorts to a group of creative people who have kept the capacity of thinking and are particularly skilled in conjuring up with their thoughts, which are powerfully channeled in a very precise manner, what the population needs in a ceremony called the Conjuring. This group of people are called the Scribes as they write down what is termed as the Manifestation, a detailed description of a series of images related to their thoughts during the Conjuring and these can be used a limited number of times to manifest similar items elsewhere.

 

The ink used by the Scribes is a very special ink manifested from their thoughts that fades away when the writings have been used a certain number of times and it is impossible to remember the sequence of words used, making it impossible to replicate the item beyond the intended number of times the Scribes have created the Manifestation for. When the Conjuring is attempted by anyone who is not a Scribe based on incorrectly memorized versions of the Manifestation, the person attempting the fake ceremony meets a deadly fate.

 

The population compensates the Scribes in energy which can be energy channeled from the stars or the Earth or simply life force energy depending on whether the population belongs to the star gazers or Earth conduits or to neither of these two factions. This energy is in turn used as a fuel by the Scribes to manifest their creative intent. Some scribes are so talented in their Manifestations that they are particularly sought after and compensated heavily making their energetic storage so immense that they are able to conjure up all kinds of intricate items effortlessly.

 

The Scribes do not offer courses on conjuring but decide from time to time to have a disciple who is taught the skill of conjuring as well as how to write the description of the images used in the ceremony. Often, the disciple is a member of their own family although sometimes, when they are childless, they may take a person from the general population. During the time the disciple is an apprentice and especially if he/she did not possess the skill of Manifesting by birthright, the disciple must act as a channel and a source of secondary energy when the portion of the population requiring a specific item is not able to compensate the Scribe appropriately with the right quantity of energy during the conjuring. After the ceremony, the disciple then waits with the population for a week receiving restorative energy from them before joining the Scribe who has moved on to another place where conjuring is required.

 

Nobody knows how the Scribes managed to keep their capability of conjuring up the thoughts that allowed the creation of the items required and nobody knows how they are raised and what they are taught exactly as it is a well-guarded secret. None of the population is capable either of assessing just how much energy has been harnessed by the Scribes. On occasion one or two Scribes would have gathered so much energy and not being able to use it because nothing was required in their surroundings, they simply imploded into balls of fire, igniting the whole neighbourhood during their combustion. For this reason, the Scribes are always on the move and never stay in the same place too long except if their services are extensively required.

 

The Key to the Universe (Dance of the Sacred Union) – Stellar

As the pace quickened it stilled

As the pace quickened it stilled

16 August 2015

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Electricity

Common connecting factor

I absorb it in

 

The games we could play

On threshold of new endings

Lighting with it dark

 

Fanciful choices

Tickle me now here and there

Tingle everywhere

 

I speak not you know

Silent communication

Minds in communion

 

Exquisite torture

Unseen but oh so vivid

Placating presence

 

In rapture breath failed

Turning twirling to your touch

Each spot of me lit

 

Castles in Spain built

Upon ceilings in mid-air

Your wing and mine held

 

We sang of wonders

Danced to the replenished moon

That cast its magic

 

Conjuring up hope

As the pace quickened it stilled

Gifting us more Time

 

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