Apocalyptic Snapshots # 3

Apocalyptic Snapshots #3

 

 

 

take a deep breath

 

 

hold it- hold it-  now slowly

 

Exhale

 

Don’t you taste it?

 

Don’t you smell it?

 

Can’t you feel it boiling

and bubbling inside of you

 

Purge yourself from evils taint ~

 

Take a dive headfirst

Into the clear sparkling waters

of judgment and redemption

and drown in its purity and innocence

 

and if you survive its cleansing

you shall then become part of the

chosen few

 

-The Redeemed-The Soldiers of God-

 

whose mandate is to

 

Cleanse the World

 

of its

 

Enemies

and the evil

that they bring

 

 

(from the  “Book of the Dolphin” attributed  to the  Dolphonic Sorceress, Tessa Del Bellasuna , also known as the Blue Dolphin)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jeddiah awoke from his death sleep choking and gasping. The air in the sarcophagus was nearly depleted and if he didn’t receive a fresh supply soon; his death would turn from  hoax to reality. Never one to panic; he slowed his breathing and lowered his heart-rate and mentally chanted one of his favorite Mantras, “what is done is done what will be will be” and awaited his fate, be it death, or continued life. As he was near his last breath his thoughts drifted to a time when his mind was clear of the visions and voices that dictated his movements and actions and when the burdens of the world were on someone else’s shoulders. A faint smile formed on his lips, and a tear fell from his eye, as he remembered dancing and making love in the moonlight with his Krista, and both thinking that they would be together till the end of their days. But fairytales do end and his ended on the day he met the Black Monk. If only he was something other than what he was? He would then have been spared that fateful meeting and instead of a life filled with constant struggle and conflict; he would have had a happy and contented one with the love of his life.   

 

He was startled back into the present as he felt a rush of air invade his nostrils and saw the Black Monk, Santo Nicola, standing before him. Before he could say anything the Monk lifted him out of the sarcophagus, laid him down on the floor and unwrapped from his body the preservative cloth that bound and covered him from head to toe. “That was a close one; those damn idiots wrapped you too tight and barely left an opening for you to breathe”. Jeddiah could only nod in agreement as his head was still mummy wrapped. Finally free of his bindings and able to breathe freely again he stood up on wobbly feet and gave the Black Monk a quick hug and said,” I thought I was about to meet my makers in Hell and for a split second I was even looking forward to it “.  The Monk gave Jeddiah a quizzical look as well as a cuff on the head and said, “You would have received a chilly reception by coming in as a defeated prophet, empty handed or without knowledge of where the Greenfire Tapestry is hidden. My dear child, I know you feel the weight of the world is on your shoulders and you think that it is crushing you, but that cannot be helped, for you are what you are, The Prophet.  It is written in the weave, it’s your destiny.”  Jeddiah Sendalay of the Morningstorm Clan, also known as The Red Cockroach, shrugged his shoulders and asked the Black Monk to open the portal to Avalon. It was time that he and his nemesis (the Blue Dolphin) met face to face…

 

 

 

 

Apocalyptic Snapshots #3 (Appendix C of “The Tangled Tapestry”)

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[deeps]

Take a dive headfirst
Into the clear sparkling waters
of judgment and redemption
and drown in its purity and innocence

You know this is so true.
I am not quite sure here but maybe i think you are talking about baptism here.
You can correct me if i am wrong. I thought it sounded like.
I like this and like what you have to say.

But fairytales do end and his ended on the day he met the Black Monk.
I also enjoyed this line here. Yes so true fairy tales do end.


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