Gods at War with Peace Chapter 1 - The Chilam Balam

Character list and first chapter of Gods at War with Peace Balam won the right to rule Pisces when he beat his brother at war, as Aries the god of war

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Tysoe " A Chestnut Centaur half man - half horse, and a young semi-immortal.

He is a resident of Olympus now the gods have gone. He is the author of this story. His tutor and mentor is Bayard, a large bay Horse gifted with speech.

Bayard " Bayard a horse in mythology who also resides in Olympus, gifted with the power of speech. A Bay horse " A bay is a colour description of a horse with black legs, mane and tail, with a brown body. Of great intelligence and a highly skilled mage.

His skills are in ‘the arts of magic’ and spell casting. Bayard is a lecturer and part of the governing body of hybrid animals, with human characteristics that have sworn to protect the planet earth and its people.

He is waging a war against Balam who will fight his brother over the next 300 years in his desire to rule ‘The Age of Aquarius.’

Balam " Balam is one of twins gods born at the beginning of creation, he chose to be ‘The lord of destructive creation,’ after his father ‘chaos and time’ gave them the option of choice.

He has appeared in many guises over the years in the various conflicts with his brother to rule mankind and creation. He is also known as Aries God of War.

Aquarius " An age within the cosmic clock, when planets and sun align from the earths / humanities viewpoint. Aquarius started on the 5th of May 2012 and will take a further 300 years before we are truly in the Age of Aquarius.

The twin brothers fight at the end of every age for control, and obviously only one can rule. As Balam bested his brother in Aries, to rule in Pisces, the three hundred year fight gas just begun for the souls of men in Aquarius.

Ages " Not to be confused with an ‘Age’ like the Age of Aquarius, but the ages of man have been 2 of gold, one of silver one of bronze and we are now in the Age of Iron. This is not like iron-age man, but it is more in context of a time where men on the planet are independent of gods.

The classic of the age of bronze is the war of the Iliad and Odyssey where wars lasted hundreds of years and cost the lives of hundreds of thousands of people.

Religious texts are full of these wars. 

The golden ages are identified by paradise and the ‘Garden of Eden,’ where mankind did not have to toil as there was always an abundance of food, for the picking.

Symbolically man is wishing for these times to be on earth again as in heaven so on earth, a time of peace and abundance, even the Mogul and Moslem art depicts this in their art and painting as representations of the ‘Garden of Eden.’  

Astra " The Astra is the most destructive weapon ever made and used. It sole purpose was to cause major destruction and it was deployed in the age of Aries by Balam in his guise as Aries - the god of war. 

Millions of people died in endless wars and fighting, under Balam’s rule and humanity was almost wiped out through the constant fighting. The Astra after its deployment guaranteed Balam the rule of Pisces.

Snake Sigil " snakes are entwined in human history, from the snake that tempted Eve to the caducean symbol of snakes entwined on the staff of healing.

Snakes represent DNA and longevity in humans and humanities fixation with life and death.

Daeyas Priest " Goat hominoids versed in magic and bound in fealty to Balam in Aries.

They are warrior priests with a hidden ancestral mission and are under pressure from humanity, who do not believe anymore in these and other mythological creature’s existence. 

The Daeyas have various names through the ages including Airymen and Aryan Devas. They were part of the original creation before mankind was given form and substance.

Basker is the head of the priest nation.

Mantra " A chant that uses the power of the voice and the energy of creation to empower the words.

Mantras are powerful utterances based on the original words of creation like OUM.

Deamons " the world is populated by deamons many who have created themselves, from the residual energy of the first creation.

Others were brought into being as powerful concepts like greed and jealousy.

The deamons are a complex genre of entities who have their own agendas or inspirations. Not all of them are evil although they are characterised as such. They control their form and can manage and control elements like storms or insects.

Some deamons choose to be seen as grotesque using parts of animals to portray their essence like birds head, claws and other animal parts to bring fear to those who view them.

Some deamons have childlike bodies, and large adult size heads, to cause stress in people as their child like bodies should be innocent but they are not.

Shedu " Great daemon magicians, they created many magical items to support their magic.

Sheddim " These are very large storm deamons capable of manipulating the weather and other elements including living creatures.

Various deamons have the name of Shedim, and under this genre are also the Mazzikim, Rubin and Psitis.

The Psitis are Pazu of pestilence, Doji of earthquake, Lilitu the daemoness in control of storms.

Other deamons have attributes of the manifested creations Lilin night, Tekane shade, Ti hairne midday and Zafine of the morning.

The Saragon " Saragon 11 Dur is one of 8 genii created from the Akashic and empowered with the ability to grant dreams [wishes] to humans as their very substance is dream.

They are protectors and have watched over humanity for thousands of years planning and teaching and shaping the will of man according to his dreams and wishes.

Be careful what you wish for as they make it happen.

They are self-creating manifestations of the original power of creation.

They are also known as Akkadiana or ‘the bull-men.’

Each has the first name Saragon.

Girtab Tetson Wan " The eddies of energy left after the original creation of planets, existed in the barren landscapes that were also full of poisonous gases like carbon dioxide.

The titans created from this residual energy were the first living immortal creations tasked with transforming the world from barren to habitable.

These creatures absorbed the poisons unharmed being powerful immortal creatures, however the effects of the poisons and toxins slowly changed their nature and they became powerful and spiteful creatures that eventually shunned the light and went underground.

They are the first creatures of a planet, with dynamic DNA allowing them to change and adapt to the ever changing environments their presence altered.

Horatio " He is a selinius half man and half horse, his horse body though, are only the horse legs, skin, ears and tail. He is a piebald or black and white in colour, and lives and lectures in Olympus.

Echidna, Assuris and Cyla " Cyla is a Titan witch, and this group of Titan sisters are characterised with three dog heads, and snake, scorpion and human DNA that manifest in various configurations.

Titans are immortal and the sisters have evolved to be more human and calculating under the guidance and protection of Balam.  

Rods of power " Various rods were made as symbols of god’s authority on earth. Priests manufactured them or gods conjured them from the air. There are thousands some more powerful than others.

The most important ones were made by Hephaestus and the most powerful of his creations would give the wielder, the power to change the world more to the wielders’ heart’s desire.

This rod is known as the Rod of Agamemnon amongst other names.

Hephaestus " an Olympian who along with the other gods has abandoned Olympus. He has left an enormous legacy of fantastic creations, including fabulous automatims whose mechanical constructions have a life of their own.

He was a cripple and shunned by the gods, so he flung his heart and soul into his work.

He was tasked with creating Pandora and imbued her with a spark of life and creativity. 

Angels " Spirit beings tasked with working with humans for various reasons. Some of the angels are known as Seraphium, but they are actually nymphs.

Haizum " Winged horse created from the Akashic first mentioned in the Koran and given to Gabriel as a gift for his work with humanity. His reason for being in Olympus is neither questioned nor asked.

Daeyas Ahriman or Bhula Kala Oni or Vgalla deamons " They are dead souls who take on a corporate body that is black and hard and the skin of these bodies is all wrinkled and has areas of red inflammation, their eyes weep puss as their bodies are putrefying, as the dead inhabiting an earth body is not of a natural order.

They rise from the ground and lose their bodies, if mortally wounded.

They are controlled by the three furies, are single minded and protect sacred places. 

Dionysus grove " A Sacred place on the earth were the secret rights of the rebirth of the sun through fertility was practiced.

The various incarnations of the sun are worshipped here like Apollo as a young man. Balam disguises himself as Dionysus with his horns and pointed ears.

Humans are tempted by him, but do not recognise his nature following blindly through the promotion of extreme pleasure.

Dionysus is also synonymous with the green man, as the face within nature that embodies the creative destructive force of nature.

The sun is represented as the power which makes things grow, like a tree, but when the tree dies and it is burnt this action releases the suns power within the tree in order to reignite and power of the sun again.­­­

Satori and Satyrs " Human like animal men with cloven hooves or horse hooves and very hairy, usually seen with Dionysus.

Fixated on pleasures of the flesh and excess, some have horse manes and tails, or horse or goat ears.

Nymphs - Nymphs are a group of protective spirits, many were dead humans who took on a guardianship role, by possessing a tree or grove. They have the ability to be part of the organic structure they inhabit, like water, wood, fire.

Prometheus " A human titan who stole a spark of fire from the gods as humans were cold and could not cook their food.

He was punished by Zeus to having his liver eaten by his eagle, every day for 30 000 years.

He is involved with the creation of man and marries Pandora, the animated clay woman made by Hephaestus, who brings a jar as a present to humans where the last gift in the jar is a spark of hope. 

The liver is the only organ imbued with regenerative powers and Prometheus’ liver would re "grow each night to be eaten the next day again.

Eyrinyes " The 3 furies, are woman who evoke terrible vengeance on humans who do bad things.

Their names are Alecto, Megaera and Trisiphone.

They in turn command the embodied dead army of the Daeyas Ahriman or Bhula Kala Oni or Vgalla deamons

Horace " Fabulous mythical beast living in Olympus.

Azeman " A female vampire werewolf with a really big axe

Sephiroth " The Sephiroth is a concept represented by the ‘tree of life,’ with branches that are ten aspects of creation that when enacted can create life.

Font " A corner stone foundation and source of water.

Guardians " creatures either made or spell bound to be protectors like the angel / nymph who wields the sword Nibiru.

They can be mechanical automatims created by Hephaestus or any number of deamons or angels depending on the purpose or what they are guarding.

Nazgul " Nazgul are living shadows, they are a manifestation of a living entities energy, however the best way to describe them is negative, like a negative of old photographic film, however they can project themselves into the earth realm especially at night and protect you.

They are entities despite being immortalised by Tolkien, and some can be invoked to be aggressive and destructive.

Dreams " Dreams are complicated states of energy, most people will only ever experience a dream, nightmare or a day dream.

However the dream world is accessible either awake or sleeping, and is layered being the future, past or present.

There are many pathways man can use to enter dream worlds or states as they are known.

Shamans are taught about the dream world and how to enter it, at time even using the dream world to travel long distances in the waking form.

Astral travelling is one of the ways where you use your dream body and project your conciseness into it, this body, is connected to a dreamers body by a blue umbilicus., or you can have a winged horses created from the substance of the Akashic, who can move around it at will.

 

 

 

Author’s note

One always must thank people who have contributed from a genuine place in your heart as writing has been the hardest thing I have ever done. Learning the craft has taken years to hone the use of words and to bring the emotion into the story.

I have had bits of the story on critters where people would not even read it because the commas were in the wrong places, to the wonderful sounding board of Suzanne Cantrell, whose valuable input and questions have helped me raise the bar for the story.

To my cousin Carol who has read every single draft and given comment and feedback and her enthusiasm is just so appreciated. To my readers from Liz, Gary and others who endured the early very bad first drafts, my sympathy and thanks.

 

GODS AT PEACE WITH WAR

BOOK ONE " Tysoe and the world of dreams

 

The Chilam Balam

Every story has a beginning some beginnings are longer than others, but how do they end? " That is why we follow them

 

CHAPTER 1

Exploding down the wide marble passageway, I waved my arms and shouted as nicely as I could “Please Sir! Out of my way.” My hooves clattered on the hard marble surface, my flanks heaving.

Bayard, my boss a talking horse, waited for his lecture notes and copies of the Chilam Balam in the bag slung across my back. Various creatures left behind in Olympus milled around the mural lined passage, enjoying the sun.

I slipped and almost collided with a fawn as he reluctantly cleared a path. My boss; Bayard is a large bay horse gifted with speech and always early for lectures, which I struggle to be much to his annoyance.

Breathlessly I slid through the doorway and narrowly missed the lectern where Bayard waited swishing his tail with impatience.  Gasping for breath and trying to regain my poise relieved I had not damaged anything. I watched him shake his long black mane, it flopped on either side of his well-muscled neck, “Morning Tysoe, just in time as usual,” he smiled at me, but I still saw the reproach in his eye. I took a deep breath and muttered a quick greeting, while wasting no time distributing the manuscript copies to the class, so Bayard could begin his lecture.

*hrrump* Bayard made a throat clearing, pay attention sound and clopped to the front of the class. Instant silence settled on the room and all eyes focused on him. He settled his back leg, on the point of his hoof as horses often do. He lifted his head for a better view of the class. His silky black tail avalanched toward the marble floor. 

The crowded lecture room was much more full than usual. The wide amphitheatre built for gods with feet and hands and was a squeeze for those of us with hooves and paws.

The bright morning sun shone down on Olympus, oblivious to the fact the gods had not been seen here for more than two thousand years.

Bayard pricked his ears forward and began his lecture, “The History of the human race is complicated.” A spattering of indistinguishable comment ran around the room. Humans were never a favourite topic here.

“Human events are historically considered as single unrelated episodes in time.” It amazed me how he articulated words, “In reality though the human race’s actions are not random standalone events,” he made his point, but simultaneously span the entire globe, irrespective of any particular civilisation. Experts find it implausible today to consider that the human race could exist as a single cohesive force, thousands of years ago.”

I watched the audience as Bayard lectured them, “Just because language and culture appear independent, does not mean there are no universal roots to ancient civilisation as we know it.” Bayard as a highly skilled mage wove magic through his voice, the result was a sense of eagerness, a ‘wanting to know’ that reflected back from his students. It was astounding considering the diversity of creatures.

“Information concerning human gods is universal; but it is only the packaging that changes from century to century and continent to continent.” Bayard’s large brown eyes missing nothing as he gazed around the room, he seemed satisfied his students were attentive. “I need to point out that human history is marked by mathematically calculated cosmic time through the movements of suns or stars.”

A flickering light filled the space behind us and he turned to face the screen that reflected thousands of stars in the night sky. The image of the ram, fishes and water carrier overlayed the star clusters, and brightened as he spoke their name. “The Milky Way is the cosmos from earth’s viewpoint and here are the star groups of Aries, Pisces and Aquarius.”

He turned back to his class, “Today I concentrate on ‘The Age of Aries.’”

I watched the students intently, they were eager to learn no, matter what animal they were bred from, the eye had the mark of interest and curiosity. Hushed animated conversation flooded the room.

Bayard cleared his throat, and glared, his eyes blazed with annoyance, that brought a stuttering halt to conversation, “Ages are two thousand, one hundred and sixty years long,” he said over the growing silence, a few elbow jabs here and there and silence reined again.

I laughed inside, no one would ever challenge his ‘look.’

Bayard gazed across his pupils, “The March spring equinox, is the time of equal night and day, and the symbolic point of rebirth in our cosmic cycles.” Heads nodded across the room.

He absently swished his tail. “The Age of Pisces ended in May of 2012, but it will take 300 years for us to enter the cosmic time of Aquarius. The gods will battle in this time to rule Aquarius, as they did in Aries for sovereignty of Pisces. Two brothers fight for supremacy of each cosmic age and have done so for millennia.” His voice rose in prophetic tones.

“The ‘Age of Aries’ is remembered for its bloody wars, warriors and warfare, and because humans nations fought themselves to extinction. Lest we forget this final battle,” His skin quivered, he never liked war. “This final Battle in Aries for Pisces,” he repeated, “was more than just a fight, It was the last cosmic battle of the two gods vying for supremacy of Pisces, the age into which we were born.”  

“Balam,” He said a little too loud, we all looked around one had to be careful calling on the name of a god. “The supreme negative deity, used the most terrible weapons imaginable, to ensure his rule in Pisces.”

He bobbed his head to send floating rivers of black hair down his neck, and put on his stern voice, “Today, I present the battle that signalled the end of an age and the outcome of the eternal War of the two brother Gods.” He turned to the class, as an ornate tome appeared on the screen, “This is the “Chilam Balam.” He turned his head to look at the heavily carved book. It sent a shiver down my spine. “It is one of the great historical writings on the Age of Aries. Humans were murdered in their millions, as Balam and Yawaah the two supreme gods, fought their cosmic battle, for one to be the supreme ruler of Pisces, irrespective of the consequences to humankind.”

The book opened at a nod from Bayard, “Aquarius ruled by one of these supreme gods will decide our fate. Without humans we do not exist. If Balam succeeds again he intends destroying the very fabric of the universe and rebuilding it to recognise evil as the creative potential of the universe. There will be no need for human creativity so we all cease to exist. We have decided this will not happen while we draw breath, despite the odds and who we battle.”

Bayard nodded and the page turned, “The Chilam Balam describes the events and horrors of this battle, the Daeyas priests, who wrote this book, tag him as the ‘god of Death’ who revelled in slaughter. After this story you will understand why we must fight for our survival or perish never having lived, never having been an inspiration to humans on the earth”

He took a breath, it was almost a sigh “Balam, danced in the mud and filth of battle, mixed with the blood of slaughtered warriors and pounded flat by his cloven hooves.”

Bayard stood very still, “In this last battle, the sweet stench of death was everywhere.” His head dropped a bit, “Balam stood naked, and sweat beaded the red matted hair of his muscular body, among the defeated dying warriors.”

Balam grabbed and effortlessly lifted one of the many humans lying on the ground injured and dying from the ground. He easily crushing the man’s burnt and injured flesh with his large powerful hands, while he ignored the screams of pain and mercy.

Blood spurted from the ruptured body, and wetted his matted fur. He discarded the corpse on a steadily growing pile.

My mouth went dry at the horrendous image, Bayard’s magic was at work here making the scene intensely real for all of us.

Balam concentrated, clenching his fists, he furrowed his brow, closed his eyes and stamped his cloven hoof on the carcass pile. The impact shattered and rendered the torn sinew, organs and broken bones to a fleshy pulp. The few still conscious warriors he had not used begged for their death. They witnessed in shock the nightmare and vile actions of an uncaring god.

Bayard drew a deep breath; his nostrils flared, eyes still closed he laid back his ears. “The reciting of Balam’s actions is difficult.” He said it more to himself than his audience. I could feel the emotional weight of empathy for the victims of these events, from the class.

The Injured warriors splattered with the guts of their fallen comrades, cried for deliverance from this evil. The stench and horror of the battle clogged the noses and throats of the dying. Balam laughed in the middle of this chaos of his creation. He moved to the middle of the newly created slushy pool of blood, guts and sightless bobbing heads. Calling his warrior Daeyas priests to bring the Astra, his ultimate weapon.

Bayard brought the story literally to life; his telling was more than a recital, images rose in our minds from the pages of the book. I listened intently, horrified at the images he evoked of the scenes described so many hundreds of years ago.

Balam smeared a coiled snake sigil across his chest, after plunging his hands into the sticky, pond of blood and guts. The smeared snake stood out on the matted hair of his body. He raised his hands to the sky and tilted his head back to bark words of power. The snake moved alive emblazoned across his chest an animated, wet smear of human remains.

I closed my eyes but still the horrific scenes sprang to life, a symptom of Bayard’s magic.

The priests arrived with the silver Astra between two poles and placed the device at Balam’s deformed feet. Balam’s Astra was the most destructive biological weapon ever made. The weapon was fuelled with biological matter and charged by the energy generated by a powerful mantra and fired by the will of the wielder.

Bayard voice carried invoked power.

The weapon was positioned in the middle of the pond of human remains. Balam lovingly stepped forward to place his bloody hands on the outer metallic cocoon of the weapon. He drew a matching sigil out of smeared blood and guts across the surface to match the one slithering on his chest.

At his command the weapon hummed with power, the sigil snake unwound itself and slithered down the weapon to drink from the pool of human pulp. Fuelling the Astra with the biological matter it began to grow.

Balam whispered and stroked the growing metal phallus. He ran his hands and body across the smooth expanding metal sheath, leaving bloody smears. He whispered to the Astra breathless with desire, ‘Astra rise to my command and spit your deadly seed.

Circling the Astra, he left his cloven prints in the blood and mud. The machine continued to absorb the dead and dying, as it grew to tower above Balam’s large muscular body.

His erratic movements became a dance, to the clanging and thumps that the device emitted. Heat poured from the Astra forcing the priests to step back, and cracking the rapidly drying mud. Balam danced, the blood snake cracked and dried on his matted pelt, his tobacco juice eyes reflected the passion and madness of his actions.

He spoke intimately to his machine lover now taller than the surrounding trees. He was no longer able to wrap his hands around its swelling girth. ‘Astra my love, my desire fuels your purpose to destroy my enemies,’ his whispered voice echoed and struck fear in all who heard it.

The movements of his dance slowed and he lingered to let his fingers caress his lover’s metallic skin once more.

Bayard took a sip of water from a brass cauldron next to the lectern. The break in the story held us suspended in the moment of Balam’s actions.

A commander waited his goat warriors arm to chest on one knee. “Bring the hordes of priests and array them before the Astra.” Balam commanded.  “Begin the chant of the Mantra of Khali,” he shouted, as they readied themselves. The priests gathered in rank and file and began to chant as commanded.”

Bayard’s voice rose in pitch, as he articulated the powerful chant, his magic resonated in the mantra and power vibrated from his words.

Thousands of priests assembled and Balam added his voice to the chant, “I command the power of the earth itself,“ He shouted with his fists raised, his dance became more wild and frantic, “Oh Kha " li Om,” he paused and his very breath, was power flowing from his mouth, “ohm " Hum " ph " at " swa " ha " hum " phat " that " thah”’ The Astra vibrations reached a new pitch, sending flashes of blinding light above the tree high cowl.

Bayard paused; but I could still feel the power of the Astra humming through the room.

The flashes became a nauseating strobe that illuminated his now chaotic dance around the Astra. He flung his arms wildly as the Astra finally looked ready to launch. “Ohm " Hum " ph " at " swa " ha " hum " phat " that " thah.” The priests’ chanted as they now swayed in drug like ecstasy. “Balam!” they screamed into the growing din of the Astra. Their breathless chanting could be heard as a rumble across the land, from thousands of tongues. “Red snake, metallic thunderbolt wieldier, ruler of Iron, destroyer of men in your red rage, Om " hum " ph " at " that " th " ah.” They heightened the rhythm of the chant.

Bayard was now breathless and the tension of his powerful words vibrated like tough cords around the room.

Balam screamed his vocal contrast to the mad chant, “Astra my hammer of death awake!” The light stopped flashing from the cowl and was replaced with a continuous intense, white light that burned all those in close vicinity of the Astra. The screams of the dying priests that crumpled under the intense light, had no effect on Balam.

Priests retreated, chanting without faltering while the Astra fed, from the power of the Mantra of Khali. The power filled chant itself, became more frightening to those witnessing it and hearing its sound. Every heart beat poured power into the device and every breath added strength to the weapon in response to the will of Balam.

“The men and woman of ‘the Age of Iron’ will be mine he bellowed to the sky. Those who choose to stand against me will soon know their fate.” Balam then barked another unintelligible word that activated the Astra.

A monstrous roar shook the earth and threw the priests violently to the ground. Hot cyclonic winds eddied in the wake of the missile, as it erupted from the ground and sped into the air. The smell of death was burned away, replaced with the smell of ozone and heat.

Bayard breathed heavily his words echoed in the room. We were living the battle, through his magic, it was terrible, and my whole body was sweating.

Bound by the energy of the earth, the Astra rose into the sky. The now monstrous weapon watched by the thousands of priests, many of whom still lay on the ground where they had recently fallen.

The Astra exploded in flames and a cloud of ash arose among the exploding metallic fragments. The priests bore silent witness as the white-hot incandescence of a thousand suns engulfed the City of Gil’ga’meth, below.

From his elevated position, Balam cheered and punched the sky. His brother’s armies of millions arrayed before Gil’ga’meth, disappeared in the blinding light. The great city silhouette appeared briefly against an inferno of flames. The sky cleared, and all that the Astra left of the once great city and its inhabitants of millions, was a molten sheet of bubbling glass.

I felt the pain of their horrific passing, and emotions tore at my soul, that brought on a deep depression at the senseless acts of violence. 

The Astra thunderbolt was a symbol that heralded for mankind the world over, that the two thousand six hundred year ‘Age of Aries’ had ended and its message was death.

 Bayard dropped his head to add weight to the import of his words. After a moment of silence for those who sacrificed their lives for what they had believed in, he looked up and continued.

Balam shouted his last words to the sky before he left the battlefield with his remaining priest and warriors, “Today in the last days of the ‘Age of Aries, I battled for the souls of man and won Pisces from you.” He shouted to or at his unseen brother.

In the coming Age of Aquarius, it is ordained that our fight will continue again. When the sun and moon and the planet Jupiter, are together in the one mansion of the seventh house, we will begin our three hundred year fight.” He sounded excited, intense and barbaric in his victory.

“Balam’s first thousand years in his new rule of Pisces, was characterised with terrible destruction, as men battled and destroyed whole cities. As his reign took hold, culture devolved back to a time of darkness and suspicion.” Bayard stood up and arched his back and neck like a huge rocking horse, “Balam prepares again, as I speak to you to fight for the souls of men in the coming Age of Aquarius. It is that time that gods are at peace with themselves, in the middle of the chaos and destruction they will wrought. The gods too need the power of human creativity for their existence, as horror and destruction fuel their existence.” His words echoed around the amphitheatre. “We can only influence the outcome of our new age to be a positive one, if we make a stand.”

His body taught eyes blazing he let the words hang, “I leave you to decide what your sacrifice will be when we are forced to stand against Balam. We will challenge him in order to introduce a new age of abundance and enlightenment. Balam has forced us to live with the weight of murdered people that guaranteed his reign, so now we desire a new time, a time free of the rigours enforced upon us by his influence in ‘the age of Iron.’” Bayard finished, his voice a little tired.

“I have a pressing engagement and leave my protégé, Tysoe, to finish the lecture and answer any questions you may have.” Bayard left the building, his tail swishing rhythmically

“My name is Centaur Tysoe”, I said introducing myself with my more formal title. “I am privileged to be tasked by Bayard and the Guild of Anthropomorphic Animals to chronicle our journey into the ‘New Age of Aquarius’. I am to be a witness to important events either in person or through my training in the Akashic.” Having so many eyes on me was a little daunting, “For those of you not yet familiar with the Akashic and the records kept in its energy.” I looked around and people nodded, which gave me more confidence.

“The Akashic records all vibration and all energy released from the earth. The Akashic is a holographic storage device of events that happened on earth and in heaven.” It was always difficult for me to describe this nebulous creation.

Every head nodded so I persevered. “The events stored in the Akashic are mostly accessible, by adepts and people with natural abilities. Sometimes people arrive there by accident during times of dreaming or great stress.” I tried to emulate the enthusiasm Bayard managed to communicate but without his magic, it was difficult.

“My colleague Horatio, the Silenus, who works with Bayard, says that Akashic is an old Sanskrit word representing the sky. It houses all mystical knowledge, and events.” The room mood lightened which was a relief, “To read the Akashic requires discipline and training,  We have a secret weapon Haizum, to spear-head our plans to influence a positive outcome for the New Age of Aquarius.” I tried to sound a little light in my delivery, but after the Chilam Balam it was difficult to communicate a bit of science.

“Haizum, although not gifted with speech, understands the nature of the Akashic as he was born of the Akashic. Haizum was created as a gift for the angel Gabriel, and is one of the many white winged horses from mythology; we are privileged to have such a fine animal on our side.” This resonated better with the crowd and mercifully the gong sounded, that ended our session. The students moved instantly, not everyone was interested, or understood the peril we are in.

I collected my satchel, Bayard had asked me to join him after the lecture for a few last rays of sunshine, in one of the paddocks just beyond the marble walls of Olympus, our home.

 

Author's Note

I am comma illeterate

Reviews

[Jared Grace]

It's okay, I guess. I kind of have difficulty concentrating when there is an influx of a lot of info at once, so maybe it's just me. I just think it was a little too much info to absorb in just the first chapter. Maybe you could slow down with the info. Too much info at the beginning didn't help me get 'into' the story. Learning these things as we go along would have been better but it has a lot of potential. You're pretty direct and don't beat about the bush too. We already know where this is headed. So points for that. I'm just curious to see what exactly a centaur can do in a war between gods

[gavintonks]

Hi Jared

I have played with this a lot and it is back story too many people have no idea of 'aquarian age concepts' I want all that out of the way for the actual story, which I think is great fun, especially the demaons and nasties, plus their is this relationship with the god where he actually almost encourages them to challenge him. so I wanted the lecturing out of the way so it does not invade the story and confuse people later on. I think the concepts are important as to why we have these wars. the story is embroidered on and the challenges are many. Thanks for your rime to read much appreciated