The Burning (1002)
Type of Missve: mass distribution
Burning.. yes.. there is much to be said of burning.
Date: 11/23/1002 - 12/2/1002 Responses: yes, included Burn the dead, destroy the body to save the soul. Sear the wound, that the infection dies. Cook the food, that it is safe to eat. Do you see the Purity of Fire? Burn a candle, a torch, a lantern bring forth light bring forth enlightenment bring forth vision.. banish the dark. Do you see the Way Burning Brightly in the Night? Burn the wood, bring forth heat Stave off Cold, winter's death knight. Burn the fields, that the enemy may not eat. Torch the forts, the the enemy may not roost. Do you watch as it Protects in it's fearsome glory? Bake the clay, make urns and crocks, Melt the Ores, to bring forth steel to fight. Make the charcoal that let us record such trivial things. Do you see how Fire Creates something more? Some see passion as she seethes Some see death where he breeds Some see anger or often rage But destruction is the only coin it heeds. Destruction. Salvation. Your only Hope. Are you listening? You haven't much time. Death stalks among the dead. Hurry. Hurry. Hurry. - dandelion acorn, the favoritest name I was ever given. - madcap - the unnamed "He made an ash of himself." "Yeah.. but I ain't never seed an undead ash." - druid humor. ----------------------- To All Who Requested Information: I responded to the missive regarding "The Burning," and received this reply. I do not know whether or not it relates to your quest, but I wouldn't be surprised if it did, in some way. You may already have all of this information. If so, that's not really my concern. My only intent was to disseminate any information that may not already be available. -Saskia of the Southern Wastes. ----------------------- more of the ringing in my ears? The color of the tears? more of the colorful messes that splash across my consciousness, making me 'mad'? I am not mad, or perhaps I am.. enlightened.. cursed.. little difference.. and it's all a matter of perspective. I wasn't talking of the burning of the wood, but I was.. I wasn't talking of the burning of the second wood, but I was... I wasn't referring to your story.. but I was.. It's all a matter of attention, and perception, and perspective.. do you see? Some who read the letter thought it was about Fire. Some who read it thought it was about Trajedy. Some who read it thought it was about Them. It wasn't.. but it was. It was a warning.. and a course of action.. but .. but.. there is always so much more.. The moon has five faces, did you know? it all fits together, like a crazy jigsawed puzzle of a crazy life. sometimes.. i don't even know what i'm writing until after i write it.. and I don't even know what it means.. more.. more.. There is a war on the wind.. several of them right now. a war of souls, a war of hubris and a war of power.. Burning will be your salvation but only if you hurry the lady says 'no more'.. time for a nap. goodnight. --------------- I see, with hope anewed, that you are wise to have me up here, O Bright Lady in the dark sky.... I answer, and serve.. I say again, for repetition seems the only constant: There are five faces to the moon, and three sides to every story. But I'll try to keep this simpler.. Several of you have written me, asking me to be more plain... can you ask such a thing from the sky or the moon? I was as plain as the shifting sea, and the swirling clouds that crash and spin in my head... Only you can make the patterns have meaning, not I. One wonders, why is it that others, more clear than I, do not share the wisdom with each other? One seems to think I have made these colorful messes to hide a truth from an enemy.. The enemy knows all I know already. But, let the games begin: I see now many things, which I will share as best I can... Part the First: Of Burning and Salvation: Third time is a charm, I will prattle on no more about this, unless the Lady thinks otherwise... Two now, take heed, stalking quitely - criminals that serve and protect.. and more consider the awful bright path. Will the Sherrif and the King, the Guardian and the Guard take the path they see? Such little evils, but taking life to save life is always difficult, your grasp on the past is strangling your future. This choice should be easier by far, for no life is at stake but the coming of the dead.. Take away warmth, not coldness. Let go. I am sure your loved ones would rather this than the awful alterntive. Brave sister of circumstance, and timid man of trajedy, take heed, you are doing the right thing.. Hell was once a refuse heap. Will you find the Paradise there? Salvation in the Flame. Hurry Hurry. Pitch on. Part the Second: Of Garden Implements. The Son is a matter of contention. Father and Mother would tear the worlds apart for him. The Earth Child's life is held fast by the Son of the End and Rain, but his grip grows weak as the Hidden fall. Soon his grip will loosen and the son of Luck will be alone no more. Be aware Wolf, Brother, Sea-Child, Shattered-Man and littles all.. She'll return. Pay heed now to the Wheels within the Wheels.. the Spheres within the Spheres and the Cages we call Loyalty and Love. Love has bred more Hate than Hate Love, Loyalty breeds more Destruction then Destruction Loyalty.. The circle seems to favor a one way spin. ask the Blind Fool of the price of His Loyalty, perhaps he will agree.. but the king has no clothes. Monsters are those without such things, but these Monsters discovered hope... Monsters are your bane and saviors. Part the Third: Of Sacrifice and Time is running precious short. One purpose, or all will fall. One Goal, or failure will be. Together, ants can move mountains, alone, they get crushed. Thirty heads at odds are no better than eight snakes tied together at the leg. You scorned the Hunter's gift, and now he stalks the woods alone. You reviled the aid, not seeing the wisdom in the harsh, sharp truth, and now you are left to scramble in the dark. Ah, but this is an echo of the Past.. it applies no more.. or will you learn from the past, and work to the future? Winter is coming. Summer is the time of War. -- the unnamed. |
Created by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee at 02-15-08 03:22 PM
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