The Coming Of Chaos
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
It shall not be very long before you come to understand that such a life is the true Liberty. You will feel distractions from your Will as being what they are. They will no longer appear pleasant and attractive, but as bonds, as shames. And when you have attained this point, know that you have passed the Middle Gate of this Path. For you will have unified your Will. (Crowley)
There is always the unseen risk of opening a portal and allowing other entities to trespass where they were not invited. Such as the divine scales of Retribution.. or Tisiphone, the avenger of the Erinyes. Although I cannot be for certain.
She brought a prophecy of a sort when she entered my rented room, compelling me, if possible, into a remorseful confession. I hear the words.. but not all of them are divine. And I am more than convinced it is a trick of Leviathan to repel me from my current path.
"Who has sent you here? Who are you?" I had asked her this more than once, though when her answer did finally arrive, there seemed a bitter sorcery to it that could not have its roots securely entwined in either the retributive justice of Nemesis, nor the avenging spirit of Tisiphone.
"I am the Catalyst Feyth de Macedo, one who is both warning and witness, at least as far as you are concerned. You should be more interested in why I was sent here." She says she has come to me on behalf of Change, Chance, and Chaos.
"Death holds little fear for me, Necromancer. I have already lived and died and lived again. Death and I have danced. But why do you leave your handiwork naked and forlorn upon a bed of blood and longing? This scene is a sculpture of your art, and more importantly, your Choice. Ah, the future is a creative act. And it rests on the sum of all our choices, yours more than most. You had no right to take her life. By making your Choice, you denied her hers. I am here to see that you have another and this one, will twist the destinies of thousands in its wake, yours not least among them. You seek to obtain that which you have not earned, unwilling to risk giving what could net you all you desire. And so, you sabotage your own secret dreams to hold graveyard dirt in your hands. There is much you will need to do before the conditions are met for the Choice you have been selected to make. We will meet again, I’m afraid."
She was gone before I could speak a further word on my own behalf. Though in the end, I suppose it was best that I held my tongue as I did. For I shall not bear a guilt that is not mine to bear. Nor shall I turn back from the choices I have already made. Leviathan awaits me. I will.. stop him. Even if Bryony must be ripped limb from limb in the crossfire.
There is always the unseen risk of opening a portal and allowing other entities to trespass where they were not invited. Such as the divine scales of Retribution.. or Tisiphone, the avenger of the Erinyes. Although I cannot be for certain.
She brought a prophecy of a sort when she entered my rented room, compelling me, if possible, into a remorseful confession. I hear the words.. but not all of them are divine. And I am more than convinced it is a trick of Leviathan to repel me from my current path.
"Who has sent you here? Who are you?" I had asked her this more than once, though when her answer did finally arrive, there seemed a bitter sorcery to it that could not have its roots securely entwined in either the retributive justice of Nemesis, nor the avenging spirit of Tisiphone.
"I am the Catalyst Feyth de Macedo, one who is both warning and witness, at least as far as you are concerned. You should be more interested in why I was sent here." She says she has come to me on behalf of Change, Chance, and Chaos.
"Death holds little fear for me, Necromancer. I have already lived and died and lived again. Death and I have danced. But why do you leave your handiwork naked and forlorn upon a bed of blood and longing? This scene is a sculpture of your art, and more importantly, your Choice. Ah, the future is a creative act. And it rests on the sum of all our choices, yours more than most. You had no right to take her life. By making your Choice, you denied her hers. I am here to see that you have another and this one, will twist the destinies of thousands in its wake, yours not least among them. You seek to obtain that which you have not earned, unwilling to risk giving what could net you all you desire. And so, you sabotage your own secret dreams to hold graveyard dirt in your hands. There is much you will need to do before the conditions are met for the Choice you have been selected to make. We will meet again, I’m afraid."
She was gone before I could speak a further word on my own behalf. Though in the end, I suppose it was best that I held my tongue as I did. For I shall not bear a guilt that is not mine to bear. Nor shall I turn back from the choices I have already made. Leviathan awaits me. I will.. stop him. Even if Bryony must be ripped limb from limb in the crossfire.
Labels: Bryony, Bryony de Rose, Druid, Necromancer, Storyteller's Triquetra, The Triquetra, Triquetra, Vale, Vale of the Enclave, Warlock, Warrick, Warrick Erebus
