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Eris entered the hall, removing her shoes and pacing silently to take her seat. A crowd of men and women, young and old, surrounded her. The walls were covered with writing, art, mathematics, the messages brought to the people as they communed with their gods. The atmosphere was one of respectful silence, a time for reflection and contemplation in the company of others.
She closed her eyes and began to hum softly to herself. The noises of the world around her – the breath of others, sounds from the street beyond – dissolved into a fabric of sound, its pattern ever changing. She breathed deeply and pushed unnecessary thought out of her mind. She felt rather than saw Amos enter the room, and when his voice came it was as a ripple on a lake.
“We are gathered here today, one from many, to share together in freedom and in love. We celebrate those who live and rejoices in the lives of those who have left us. We reveal that which is hidden and set aside that which is unneeded. We set ourselves free from earthly constraints and allow our minds to soar to places unknown, worlds unseen. In understanding ourselves we may understand the world.
“For these are days of confusion and of pain. Many here have felt sadness with the passing of Simeon, a good man of wisdom and strength who was taken from us before his time. We weep. We weep for his passing and we weep for ourselves, for his loss.
“We live in times of great uncertainty. Yet for every positive there lives a negative, for that which destroys another which will create. A world open to evil is also open to good, for each is born of the same soil, the heart of man emboldened by the opportunity to remake his world. It is for us to sow the seeds of the future we wish, for ourselves and for those who in years to come shall reap them.
“In these days we celebrate our time with those who have been taken from us and come closer to those who remain with us still. We must stay firm, living in honesty and truth, compassion and wisdom.
“As we take this sacrament we join together in perfect union, melding our hearts and freeing our minds from all constraints and oppressions.”
Eris opened her eyes. On either side of Amos stood a man and a woman, each holding a cup filled with the sacred substance, the kykeon. One by one those in the crowd took the cup, sipped, and passed it to those beside them. Eris smiled as the man beside her passed it with the words, “There is no truth.”
“There are no restrictions,” she responded in kind. She took the cup and drank deeply from it, feeling the liquid flow into her. In her mind's eye it was a beam of light shining through her, filling her, her body drawn in brilliant light. She passed the cup to the woman next to her with the same words and closed her eyes, letting her mind soar to some unknown valley.
[i]Colours, vast textures, an ocean of sight. I am floating, dreaming, sinking, swimming.
The colours become shapes, intricate, patterned, endlessly collapsing in one one another, each a reflection of the last and reflected by the next. They shift, change, turn, their size and shape flowing together. It is a world, a world within this and beyond it, part of this yet unseen. I feel life all around, welcoming, comforting.
I am not alone.
Colour becomes feeling, a wave of peace, a peak of excitement, love and nostalgia crashing together to form something new, something beyond words, beyond understanding. I am turned by them, cast through seas of colour beyond imagining, flowing with them in silence.
The world opens before me. Days pass, times come and go. Through it I see all.
An innocent, waiting for death, a death by fire. Yet all is peace, all is forgiveness. A tavern, men and women gathered together in companionship. A man with a cause, seeking out those who are lost. These and more, passing together, universes bursting in and out of existence, each a grain of sand in the celestial hourglass. Our vision of eternity is but a blink of an eye in truth.
I see these things, receive them, bring them into myself.
The world folds in on itself, becomes one and vanishes from view. Waves of colour, reds and blacks, powers and symphonies clashing together to bring forth life.
She is beautiful. Outlined by the stars. Her eyes burn the deepest red, her crimson hair flowing over beautiful shoulders. She is in eternity and eternity is in her.
She raises one finger to her lips, a smile on her face. I can feel her presence, her mind within mine, probing, searching. Her voice, little but a whisper.
“Help her.”[/i]
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