The nool

Paranormal

Chapter 6 The nool

“My lord, why has thou deserted us?” Ekim asked.

“We have not deserted thee,” Etsiraga answered. “We are engaged in intensifying the experience of creation. The journey to perfection is too long. We have to recharge our resolve.”

A soft blue light emanated from the voice of Etsiraga and it permeated the universe. It traveled far and like the rays of the sun, on earth, it came to touch on everything.

“It is I, don't you know?” Etsiraga said.

Selrahc came over to where Ekim stood.

“It is the law of the Nool, sire,” he reminded him.

Irhtognag joined them in the center. Together the three of them looked up at the stars in the bluish black sky.

Ekim appeared diminished when the white light they had depended upon vanished and came to be substituted by the blue, but he fought to stay alert.

“I am the sun to come,” declared Etsiraga. “I join you in the fire of life to recreate our presence. A new universe, new life, new joys of what we are.”

“How will we know of thee?” Irhtognag asked.

“I will find you,” Etsiraga replied. “Think always of who we are.”

Away from the center and in the opposite direction as Atsiraga, Chiron the great master awoke to the day of stars. He spotted Crux next to him.

“My Lord,” he began,” why does thou impose on yourself this will?”

“It is my father,” Crux replied. “He is the Koob. We are but a reverse expression of his passions. We have the power to be but it is the will of man that creates. Our joy is in serving such a cause.”

They were joined by Eridanus, the great river.

Together they turned to look at Bootes, the plough. Bootes waved from his position to indicate that he will be commencing his work soon.

Mike stood at the side entrance to the Massandra in the Crimea. On one side was a statue of the Satyr and on the other side stood the Chimera.

“It is you and your father,” Etsiraga whispered in his ear.

“Stop,” Mike complained and walked over to the low wall overlooking the city. The journey from the Pamirs to the Crimea had worn out Mike completely. He was confused. He missed his long walks. Suddenly the voices had appeared and the Lady Etsiraga, a voice from his passions spoke to him to say that she is now the sun and she can no longer serve him as the Lord of the Universe.

Mike fought the urge to jump over the palace walls and dive into the steep gorge below.

“Mike, my son,” came a voice from behind him.

He turned to face the direction of the voice and faced the Satyr.

“I am your father,” he assured him. “That,” he said in apparent reference to the Chimera, “ is the state of understanding you have about yourself at this time. Thou are the noble Ekim, the Lord of Time. Find out what that means.”

The Chimera spoke. It had a raspy voice that was laced with sobbing and tears. It tried to make up for it by being demure.

“I know what you are thinking,” he said. “You think you are going mad. You think you have become the Son of Sam. But you are here for another purpose. You think you could have prevented all the massacres that was perpetuated by the b*****d, Bosennica. Did you think he was a friend, Mike?”

The Chimera yelled the last line and made Mike faint with exhaustion. He sat on the ground and leaned on the wall.

In the Seals training, Mike recalled how he had swam in freezing waters to the boat waiting to pick them up. Once inside and drying off, they were offered a cup of hot chocolate with the condition that they were supposed to wait an hour before they consumed it.

It was a long hour but it taught the Seal one important lesson. If something you expected with all your mind and heart is suddenly not there for you, wait a while and then try a fresh perspective.

He waited. When he had recovered his composure, he changed the rules to suit himself and his understanding.

“The Satyr is the Oedipus Complex. The Chimera is the pagan part of Gangothri,” he declared. It calmed him down. He was engaging the naming convention. It was the will of man.

“That means, you are the fat pig, Gangothri,” the Chimera declared. “He has murdered his mother and has run away. If the law of Etsiraga cannot get to him, they'll nail you to the cross. Will you die for him, friend?” the Chimera yelled again.

Mike found his voice stammering, but he managed to bring it out. He recalled the way the Indian women will hold a can of rice with two fingers, then tip it over expertly, into his basin, without spilling a single grain. She has been trained, is all that he found himself saying about it.

“I...I....am the Ganga.....it is a river.....I am the waters of life.....I give and withhold the rain......,” he stopped, a little puzzled with himself.

“Keep going old boy,” a British accentuated voice, with a military bearing, spoke in him reassuringly, “ we're not out of the woods yet.”

“Do I know you?” Mike askd.

“You know me as Charles,” the voice said. “But you'll get over it. You have to find your own voice.”

Mike raised himself on his feet. He addressed the Chimera.

“I'm trained to fight something I can see,” he called.

“Learn to see me,” the Chimera replied. “You're got half the job done.”

Beside him, the Satyr smiled.