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Alucia Speaks:

Apocalyptic Snapshots #2 (An apocalyptic promise)





Into the Ice I sink

And think
And sink
And think
And sink
And think

But when I heal from My Wounds
and swim out from under the Ice
My Hammer will strike at the Heart of the World
And in My absence,
those who chewed upon
My Sinew and Bone
Will be no more…

Tic Tock
Tic Tock
Tic Tock
Tic Tock
Tic Tock


(Inscription found on Hell Tablet S, attributed to be the words of Lucifer of the Morningstar)

The Dolphenian Abbess, Alucia Delecourt, unlocked the vault door that led into the secret crypts that housed the ancient tablets and tapestries. She took a deep breath, exhaled, fired up the torch, and began her mile long descent down the ancient rune stone. Her feet were well versed in navigating the treacherous steps, (made from gems, stone and materials unknown) that spiraled sharply downward in a dizzying series of twists and turns that only the brave of heart or fanatic would attempt. She cursed herself for wearing sandals as each step that she took, produced an echo that cascaded off of the other; creating the effect of a thousand marching feet pounding away at her eardrums. After what seemed like days, rather then hours, she finally found herself on level ground in front of the monolithic gates, (also made from gems, stone and materials unknown) that were the entranceway into the “Great Halls of Forbidden Knowledge”. She put her right hand in the designated spot and whispered the words of incantation whereby the gates creaked and groaned and slowly opened. As she walked through the gates the darkened hallways sprang to life with light. She unlit the torch and put it back in use as her walking stick and rod of power and headed towards the chamber that hung the “Hell Gate Tapestry” and it’s accompanying Tablets. Of the Twelve Great Tapestry’s that hung in these chamber rooms she was near certain that the “Hell Gate Tapestry” held the answers to the whereabouts as well as the how and the means to safely retrieve the “Thirteenth Tapestry”. Ultimate Power and Control was within her grasp. She opened the chamber door and entered. As she touched the Tapestry a shiver went through her spine as she felt the bitter chill of the winds and ice in the ninth level of Hell. She took a deep breath and entered into its weave…..




Appendix C of the "Tangled Tapestry"



Notes and Commentaries from Alucia Delecourt

I felt the pull of the ninth gate calling me- The Voice inside my head pounded away at my skull with relentless fury. My time as Alucia Delecourt was coming to an end as The Lady of The MorningSun started to spread and weave Her imprint throughout my whole being. I can only hold Her off for so long before I become a flickering speck of dust occupying a body that only in appearance remains my own. The Sun and The Star will fully possess, control and reside in the bodies of The Monk and The Abbess and shall become personified in living flesh.

As I walked through the ninth gate and entered the cold dark corridors of Hell my counterpart, Santo Nicola, greets me with a kiss and hands me a fur lined coat to keep the chill of hell from reaching my bones. He looks deep into my eyes and sees the doubt and bubbling anger that lurks behind them. He touches my cheek and says:

Not many get to see there destinies fulfilled before their very eyes. Although we will no longer be in control of our Body/Mind and Spirit, we’ll still be able to see, what They see, touch, what They touch and feel, what They feel. We’ll get to know what it’s like to be Gods. The secrets of the universe will unravel before us. Our voices may be diminished but our souls will still be able to sing. The Star and the Sun will hold on to the piece of humanity that is us, in order to meet Their Own Destiny.

I mostly agreed with what my beloved Monk said and understood what my fate and destiny was to be. But for all my wanting too, I just couldn’t come to grips with my near death. To be shoved aside into the deep recesses of my mind- to lose my autonomy, free will and the Voice that I had in the world. To be fully possessed by the One who created the ways and means of possession. What if the Glorious MorningSun decided She wanted no part of a piece of Humanity and rather then it being a near death it would be my oblivion.

I had half of the incantation scroll and the monk had the other half. Made whole this incantation spell would show the way to the Thirteenth Tapestry. After we prostrated ourselves before the Light and Dark and allowed Them to fully enter our being; it would then be up to them to take possession of the Tapestry and rewrite the weave. The story would then start anew. But my faith was being tested. I was tempted to turn around and go through the portal and disappear in one of the portal worlds. Let the Gods find another stooge willing to let their life be sucked up. The Monks gentle touch stopped me and his eyes implored me to follow him to the Ice crypt where Lucifina Domini MorningSun and Lucifer MorningStar lay entombed in the Ice.

This was my moment- to become a God or keep my humanity intact- The fate of the Universe rested upon my shoulders…..















------
nature weeps, the devil sings
at man’s greed and pride
and what it brings

just lots of useless
little things…

"He was the brightest of all the stars
of heaven, and even ripped and torn
in half, he still shone with a fire of a
billion suns. With a mighty roar
and a Big Bang, he imploded and
exploded out of the nothingness; and
the flow of Time began.”


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The following comments are for "Apocalyptic Snapshots # 2"
by TheRedCockroach

My Blogs
Lucie

Most of these snapshots are flash pieces with some poetry thrown in. A few will be short stories, a few essay type and some just poetry. I intend to do 66 of them most with varying distinctive voices. These all relate to the end times concerning the Tangled Tapestry world. Those reading these few snapshots without having read the tapestry will be kind of lost but after I do more of these then the Appendix's will be a separate book unto itself.

The fact that you felt a connection to this voice while the others held no interest or left you cold
or felt too dense-(the essay)is a success of sorts- that these voices are distinctive and separate- I just need to make them pop a little.


The voice that I'm writing this is is Santo Nicola
or at least that's what he thinks.


my warmest
bob

( Posted by: TheRedCockRoach [Member] On: February 6, 2011 )





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