The Secret History (of Magick?)
Posted on Apr 19th, 2006
by 
Zo
Zo
Image the world before you is a vibrant decay, you see it's beauty, wonder, and potential, yet for untold millenia it has remained in a state of grey. Nothing Wrong, Sinful. Yet Nothing, Right, or Holy. What if you just wanted things to STOP.... to stop the endless reproduction, multiplication of the mundane and hypocritical... what if you had the Power to bring everything to a Rest?
Five thousand years ago, an adept of Supreme Power walked the earth in simple robes of grey, to reflect how he found the world. His ashen face was his judgement upon all who saw. His heartless sighs reminded all who Heard that they should... just die. His Original Face was of indescribable Beauty, with flowing silver/white hair of perpetual Twilight. Yet the One he came to this world for, became irrevocably Lost in the lifestreams of this world. Beyond even His power to find and forge.
Before reSurgant History... this world was a world of magic. Dragons, elementals, faeries where as common as cats, dogs, and frogs. The Winds carried a visable shimmer, the Moon's beam's opened Gates between worlds. And the Words of Man could shake a mountain. Master's flew through the air with and without vehicles, women wore singing garments and jewelary of dancing light.
In this Tapistery of Power the Precious One of the Adept was Lost into. Into society's where wonder was the norm, where Power was as common as air, where His Shimmering One would appear as everyone else, where even his Immortality would not grant sufficent Time to find Her.
The adept would deceive these angel beings, weaveing ever thickening layers of mentality. Knowing for each temporal power increase mentality grants, it also weaves a thickening veil between the Source and the Manifestation. Soon divisions where cast on the One People, untill thier bodies reflected the differences in mind, "Races" where born. Further divison was cast as the differences Became thier own gravidic fields, forming "Nations". The divisions caused the Power to be Unbalanced, more into some, then others, hence Dominance and Submissiveness where born.
The final stroke, was War. The Adept would flush His Heart/One from the filth of the masses. He would allow thier corruption so throughly that His Love would NOT be as the norm, she would stick out like the Sun on the Veil of Night.
Race against Race. Element against Element. The World at War... beyond the imaginations of even atom bomb's and cyclical cataclysim's.
Yet, it was for Naught. Over a trillion sentient beings inhabited the Sphere of the World and it's many pocket/demi planes. Even thier clashing only strengthened thier resolve to Exist, they reproduced beyond the toll destruction could inflict. The Adept's Will began to falter unto Sorrow's Way.
The Adept's Eyes turned from Sorrow to Rage when the World's Torrent caused the extra-solar civilizations to Interfere. Massive ships of spirt and form descended from the stars to flood the world with even more beings and power, thickening the clouds of existance.
Driven to the point of madness... the Adept went into the Aether and stole the Heart's of all People's, Nations, Grids, Powers. He wove them into a Final System at the Poles of the World... and then Exerted His Will Beyond All Hope... like a Nova of Force... He Subjugated the World.
Princible One: In the Presence of Power, the Strongest Will determines it's flow and "use". The Adept Became "The Deadlock" as his neigh limitless Will devoured all magic, spirit, and potential. In the blink of an eye, all the "magical" races died. The power that was thier "air" was totally and wholly removed to serve the Stronger Will.
Yet as the world fell into a shamble of corpses and sorrow, even then His Star was Unseen. He fell into a Stasis, turning to Stone Sorrow... introverting his Existance beyond all Recovery.
The world was dead, for all intensive purposes. Except for a handful (afew hundred) extra-solar beings... thier ships destroyed. They did the best they could to heal the lifestreams and developed a basic material matrix (body) that held the energetic and physical DNA of all the slayen powers and peoples. Thus the "humanoid" was born.
The aethers remained as Stone, yet Mentality still flowed strong. This would be the salvation of a future civilization, for people could Dream of the Endless... even if they lacked the Power to Manifest it... thier two hands could still do much.
Eventually the alien guardians would themselves die in a world flood... but the seed that is humanity would live on. Untill the day afew illumined souls gained sufficent Power.. to Blossom the seed's that we ALL carry within our Souls. And again Become the People of One.
Five thousand years ago, an adept of Supreme Power walked the earth in simple robes of grey, to reflect how he found the world. His ashen face was his judgement upon all who saw. His heartless sighs reminded all who Heard that they should... just die. His Original Face was of indescribable Beauty, with flowing silver/white hair of perpetual Twilight. Yet the One he came to this world for, became irrevocably Lost in the lifestreams of this world. Beyond even His power to find and forge.
Before reSurgant History... this world was a world of magic. Dragons, elementals, faeries where as common as cats, dogs, and frogs. The Winds carried a visable shimmer, the Moon's beam's opened Gates between worlds. And the Words of Man could shake a mountain. Master's flew through the air with and without vehicles, women wore singing garments and jewelary of dancing light.
In this Tapistery of Power the Precious One of the Adept was Lost into. Into society's where wonder was the norm, where Power was as common as air, where His Shimmering One would appear as everyone else, where even his Immortality would not grant sufficent Time to find Her.
The adept would deceive these angel beings, weaveing ever thickening layers of mentality. Knowing for each temporal power increase mentality grants, it also weaves a thickening veil between the Source and the Manifestation. Soon divisions where cast on the One People, untill thier bodies reflected the differences in mind, "Races" where born. Further divison was cast as the differences Became thier own gravidic fields, forming "Nations". The divisions caused the Power to be Unbalanced, more into some, then others, hence Dominance and Submissiveness where born.
The final stroke, was War. The Adept would flush His Heart/One from the filth of the masses. He would allow thier corruption so throughly that His Love would NOT be as the norm, she would stick out like the Sun on the Veil of Night.
Race against Race. Element against Element. The World at War... beyond the imaginations of even atom bomb's and cyclical cataclysim's.
Yet, it was for Naught. Over a trillion sentient beings inhabited the Sphere of the World and it's many pocket/demi planes. Even thier clashing only strengthened thier resolve to Exist, they reproduced beyond the toll destruction could inflict. The Adept's Will began to falter unto Sorrow's Way.
The Adept's Eyes turned from Sorrow to Rage when the World's Torrent caused the extra-solar civilizations to Interfere. Massive ships of spirt and form descended from the stars to flood the world with even more beings and power, thickening the clouds of existance.
Driven to the point of madness... the Adept went into the Aether and stole the Heart's of all People's, Nations, Grids, Powers. He wove them into a Final System at the Poles of the World... and then Exerted His Will Beyond All Hope... like a Nova of Force... He Subjugated the World.
Princible One: In the Presence of Power, the Strongest Will determines it's flow and "use". The Adept Became "The Deadlock" as his neigh limitless Will devoured all magic, spirit, and potential. In the blink of an eye, all the "magical" races died. The power that was thier "air" was totally and wholly removed to serve the Stronger Will.
Yet as the world fell into a shamble of corpses and sorrow, even then His Star was Unseen. He fell into a Stasis, turning to Stone Sorrow... introverting his Existance beyond all Recovery.
The world was dead, for all intensive purposes. Except for a handful (afew hundred) extra-solar beings... thier ships destroyed. They did the best they could to heal the lifestreams and developed a basic material matrix (body) that held the energetic and physical DNA of all the slayen powers and peoples. Thus the "humanoid" was born.
The aethers remained as Stone, yet Mentality still flowed strong. This would be the salvation of a future civilization, for people could Dream of the Endless... even if they lacked the Power to Manifest it... thier two hands could still do much.
Eventually the alien guardians would themselves die in a world flood... but the seed that is humanity would live on. Untill the day afew illumined souls gained sufficent Power.. to Blossom the seed's that we ALL carry within our Souls. And again Become the People of One.
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July 2008 
beloved one,
thank you thank you for your power & magnificence.
a poem in gratitude…for you, my dear zo:
tonight you gifted me with
an experience of profound opening.
we journeyed together in the land milk &
honey, feeling our way through the divine
line between the shimmers of pain
and the sunset of ecstacy. the sky
was colored in the most vibrant of
hues– deep oranges and purples
with a smattering of blood red. you
singlehandedly discovered the key to
this sacred temple land, so that we
may return again & again at will. i
am forever in your service, my lord.
the kundalini serpent no longer
slumbers half-heartedly. instead,
she rises again & again to greet the
thunder god. sharing the bliss as a
flower girl disperses petals of velvet
in holy ceremony. lone limeflower bud.
satisfaction moves as waves through
the seven-layered body. the intensity
builds in the sky with each passing
cloud & stroke. of color. until.
suddenly. there is nothing. but. pitch.
blackness. & release into the grand
nothingness of the all-one where
two become one seamlessly. wholly.
<3 <3 <3
i love you.