The Enlightened Ones

Prologue

"If and when you find yourself having thoughts you found to be your own only later to have them indeed confirmed differently, especially upon the same day; if not within a few hours time should you realize these to be not only your own but of a foreign mind altogether, whether they rise from beneath you or hail from well above must you see that they be equal to your own understanding. Seek solice in thought that the future can be written and yet it is in fact the very active thoughts you possess that count indefinitely for you can think and know a different future than just your own. Not even the higher beings themselves choose to acknowledge this as a decision, if not a choice! " - Ayinde Williams

"An Incomplete Meaning"

The past...

Is it when you remember the very act of remembering? I think it's more than that, in fact written history has little meaning without everything else that has me ponder and question the literal material in front of me... or you... or anyone... here and or not there. What of the immaterial?, What of those versions of you, of me, of anyone, perhaps there really is more than merely nothing on the other side; surely.

I have heard that the past is more than one can remember, at least the first few times. Here, in fact I have a memory right here that is perhaps not my own. I've got no proof but what does that matter? _It begins with a boy_... _and it ends with a girl.

I awoke to a near quietness nearly pitch black."Fucking cold as all fucking hell" is what I screamed aloud to myself as I awoke. I said nothing more as slung myself out of the makeshift cot that was my bed reaching down to ensure my boots, the very ones I was currently slipping onto my bare feet. They themselves seemed to be frozen in time as I could barely feel them. I peered around my surroundings and saw only darkness but of course by this time I had outlined my thin area as my eyes adjusted to the cold dark, noticing that it was nothing more than mere tent! Suddenly there was a voice but it made no clear words that I could make out. I did however, feel a heightened sense of fear reel up my spine as the very strength of the windy force caused my little abode to lift nearly off the ground. It began to lower its rage against me and my small shelter. This is when I felt a small pain and noticed a somewhat thick liquid began to emerge in view of my right eye. I quickly felt upon my forehead, pressing gently backward, diagonally upward until I felt upon a grazed space in my hairline just above my right ear. It was a bandage leaking slightly,I stared briefly in question until another gust of wind with a purpose caused me to wipe my blood from entering my stream of vision and shook my head slowly and rubbed upon my temples. until the pain subsided, walking toward the exit. What I perceived as a voice appeared to be nothing more than a series of immensely strong wind gusts and this prompted me to immediately leave but just as I did I saw a never-ending cascading ocean of snow falling all around me. Seeing how my boots would soon be submerged I continued walking. and then it happened! So many sources of sound! Screaming, yelling, crying, words being echoed and repeated with and not to my own understanding; they held no purpose for me or for whom they came from! I could do nothing as I searched my immediate line of sight for answers to the sources of sound. I looked up and saw that the precipitous nature of this blanketed fall of white had no end. I tried to take a step realizing(now knee deep) and watched as what I could only describe as faded fiery northern lights lit up the entirety of the sky in a blaze of immaculate misunderstanding.



All the noises and sources of sound of seemingly human origin had ceased. I turned to look at the tent,but it was no tent, no it was an entry point to an underground chamber. The tent had been blown away revealing the sight I now saw. Lights immediately shone through the access way as a door opened quite quickly, I began to hear something...ominous. First, the snow had began to melt rapidly, the very transition to its now watery state even then was now receding away from me with urgency as if beckoned to a will not unlike my own. I looked again at the fiery lights that had continued to spread themselves across the open sky as if carried by the very winds themselves. This is when I heard the true voice of the wind. Those that were once screaming experienced as I did a roar of of unnerving context. To me; I simply heard "Come to me my Gemini, return unto me my half-". It was cut off as I had begun to run now understanding that a call was being made directly into my mind. I tried furiously to flee not understanding what was taking place and turned to see the bunker gone.. and in its place a wall of racing water coming from both sides. Amongst them was a phoenix-like creature, winged, burning bright right into my very mind's eye. It seemed to be shielded by the very air itself. I slowly was lifted off the ground and stared in utter disbelief awaiting my definite end.