hi, all,

so I've been on holiday, and somehow the concept 'meditation in the forests' came into it , and I didn't write a single word in the whole weekn completely against my religiuon of self-discipline. Nevertheless, it led to a new story concept:

"The Politically Wrong Bodhisattva" (aka Old Grumpy)

so, let's have a go at it (online) :


The time is sunday morning, the place is the meadow in the forest, the conditions are clear blue sky and silence.

(Apart from the silence being broken by the tolling of the bells that call the last of the faithfull to the altars of the failing god; ignore that sound, disciples !)

The politically wrong bodhisattva sits crosslegged on the decaying trunk of the beach tree that long ago created the meadow, and waits for the pilgrims to arrive.

(Sunday morning is audience time, that's why. A good day for audiencing, pilgrims having the day off, traditionally, and the worldly business closed anyway.)

He is wearing a night-black cloack, with on it the seven-pointed star of the high art embroidered in gold. The light of the sun's first rays reflect from the symbol, and from the forest rim, where the pilgrims wait, agains the black shadow of the forest they see nothing but a golden star floating in mid-air.

(You can keep that up quite a while, if you guide your pilgrims well, and change the approach path slightly, as time passes and sun moves. and below the dark claock there a layer of high-tech thermal clothing. No winter cold worth talking about, here )

A soft chime sounds, and the first pilgrim approaches. He watches her, as she steps slowly up to Him, her head hanging down. She wears a wide yellow robe, hiding the contours of her body. The flower in her hand is yellow too, and He smiles sadly.

(There is a code in the colors. His adepts select the pilgrims, suggest what they should wear. Yellow, a servant, disposable. Wide, her self hidden. A disposable flower. Best to get these out of the way at the beginning.)

She reaches the place where He sits, and drops to her knees.

" Look at Me, sister. Tell me what troubles you."

She obeys. There is loneliness in her eyes, and her lips are thin and crisped.

But her voice is soft and warm as she speaks to him of her pain, of lovingkindness that was taken advantage of, and a life in loneliness in the big cities of the west coast. She does not come for His help or advice, but only for His blessing.
So when she has spoken, He gives her his blessing, and sends her to the left.

(The adept who waits at the north will give her a vial that contains a gentle poison. Abort and reboot, sister, and may the Atman embrace you and give you peace.)

But he knows that Atman is far away and long ago, and most probably demons will devour her soul.
But at least they will do so in mercifull swiftness, for thus it is written in His covenant with them.

(And that soul will make them stronger, and more souls will follow, and more, till they are strong enough to go to War. A god must be defeated. Whatever the cost.)










bof..... reasonable.... though I always turn around the same problem, and the same solution.
Let's see what the crowd thinks of it, bearing in mind it is composed of christians.

Insh'allah

~~ cliks [submit] ~~