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Time to continue the chronicles. We began here. And, we wound up here. And so, here we go . . .
Chapter 13
There he lay in a field on a warm summer day. The radiance of the Ever-Creator feeding all of existence directly shining down upon his face as the flowers drank it in to create their own blood, and every animal ingested it into their eyes to see by. Gendlebleth felt the warmth of ever-filling mercy as the grass swayed gently around him.
As his skin drank in the radiance of Omni-Existence’s Love, he thought he felt the ground beneath him shudder. It was almost an after-thought in the light of the Divine, but it called his thought from the sound of the sun’s gaze. As he felt the warmth, so too did he begin to feel earth beneath his back begin to ripple against his spine.
He made himself ready to roll onto his side to see if a gopher was not about to make its way above the soil’s surface when a bloody hand, Abel’s hand, gripped around his ankle from below where he lay.
Gendlebleth awoke with a start to find himself being carried between too wood poles atop the sewn-together skins of animals by his brothers and sisters. As the sun shined brightly upon him, Darwith inquired of him, “are you okay brother?”
Light almost blinding him, Gendlebleth answered toward the voice of Darwith, “I am. Just more nightmares.”
He next heard the voice of his friend and sister, “Do you need water, brother?”
“No Antagnous, I wasn’t sleeping for that long. He still walks?”
“Sometimes he leads us in circles for days, though lately he’s been heading at daybreak toward the sun, and has kept it in relation to him as he walks so that his course is fairly due East. I think it has been almost thirty risings and settings of the sun now that we’ve been following him.”
“If Our Creator does not send my sleeping visions to mock me, then it is my mind that rightfully will not stop hating itself that has kept my body unable even to stand by virtue of its own capabilities. That I can not move myself is worthy of my crime, I should be left and no longer made to be a burden of by the lot of you carrying my body around as though I am a baby without muscle mass to raise myself to my own feet. Let me lie here until I can forgive myself enough to regain the ability to crawl, and I will find you some centuries later when I am worthy of groveling in the shadows of you who would still make of me a companion on this journey at which I seem not able to step in the right direction by virtue of some flaw in my nature.”
“Certainly if you wish to annoy us further with such talk,” responded Antagnous, “I’ll be perfectly happy to stitch your lips together so that we can be spared your vain tongue waggings further. But, we all knew the boys fate was near as good as sealed when his mother and father agreed together to call him an offering to the wind by name. I hope none of us, including you, are at least stupid enough to doubt the Absolute Will of The Lord Our In-Transmutable Law which every rock or conscious will must obey.
“This may be more painful a lesson than you’ve been able to bear on your own thus far, but, this is all these events are are a lesson to us all, and you will know this lesson better than all for which you and the rest of us are blessed by same law that damned the second one to the fate we all find so distasteful. Give it a few more days and you’ll be able to stand well enough without vomiting immediately, and wherever you may find yourself inclined to fall, we will be ready to catch you.”
“It’s divine mercy for the moment feels like spite to me. Though, if truly I am able to help them where otherwise I’d not have been, however many eternities declare me worthy to return to myself, I will recall the blessing then of my own self-damnation this day. Thank you and you all for carrying me forward when I could not carry myself, for the enormity of my potential’s smallest part was too much for me to bear.”
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