The Old Souls Chronicles 2: Hegat and the failed crossover

The Old Souls Chronicles 2: Hegat and the failed crossover

7 May 2017 (read the first part called Lurch here )

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Before the blood could hit the floor the two men from the health squad have taken out their vacuum guns and wiped it out in mid-air. Aron, the soft-spoken health officer moves forward and holds his hand in the nerve cuff so that his mind cannot rebel against them while they will him to stop the self-destruction he had initiated.

 

  • Ricini, says Aron. You cannot continue with this madness. You are giving a very bad example to the youngsters here
  • I don’t care says Tony and please stop calling me Mr. Ricini, my name is Tony
  • Tony, continues Aron, we need to get your lungs fixed. If you wish to disappear there are other ways. You can write to the chancellor and he might approve your request to crossover
  • I don’t need anyone to approve my request to crossover. I am fine doing it on my own
  • You cannot do that Tony. Every mind is important and must work in coordination with the other minds, especially when it is such an old one with empirical data about the past. We need you to stay alive.
  • I don’t want to stay alive, snarls Tony and the blood surges again immobilized in mid-air again by the vacuum gun of the other health officer, Hemshaw
  • Sir, we need to take you to the facilities now says Hemshaw. You cannot stay here spilling blood, especially that you seem to have altered your DNA to regressive mode. We are not sure how it could affect the rest of the people around you. Who do you live with? We need to call them in for containment
  • He lives alone says Aron who was reading the data from the nerve cuff. He’s been living alone for years now since his wife left
  • Let’s locate her, says Hemshaw, maybe she can help us with this episode
  • Don’t call her, yells Tony, his eyes getting wild and more blood spilling out of his mouth as he coughs frantically, the blood again vacuumed in mid-air by Hemshaw
  • You don’t give us much choice, says Aron. The nerve cuff is overheating because you are not allowing us to still your mind.

 

Tony’s mind resists again frantically and the nerve cuff fuses. Aron and Hemshaw immediately cuff him on both sides and add nerve containers at the base of his neck, completely immobilizing his mind flow.

 

  • We cannot keep him in this state says Hemshaw to Aron
  • I know says Aron
  • Let us call Hegat and ask her if she knows why her husband Tony wants to die

 

Some onlookers were getting extremely nervous at what was unfolding so Aron and Hemshaw will Tony out of the restaurant and into their cube so they can take him to the health facilities. A small team of cleaners from the health squad goes over any remaining dots from Tony’s blood all over the floor and vacuums the air as well as ionizes it fully making sure they pulse the ions into the nostrils and mouths of all the occupants of the restaurant at the same time. Before long these latter have forgotten all about the incident as a group of newcomers come in to demonstrate their newly acquired whirling skills. That is another of the attractions that made such places as restaurants the in place to be at, not only you got to consume energy the old way but you also got to see new talent in motion for free and it was always so exciting to see newcomers exhibit their newly acquired skills because they pulsed strongest with life when they first acquired those skills, shooting rainbow arrows all over, giving a high of energy to the audience that watches them.

 

On entering the facilities, Tony sees that Hegat, his wife, is at the reception waiting. Aron and Hemshaw salute her with respect as she, like Tony was an old soul with an old mind full of empirical data about the past. Unlike Tony, however, she seems to be full of life and in very good health. They know she is around three hundred years like her husband but her appearance is that of one of the forty year-olds from the old souls who are less than two-hundred years old. Aron like Hemshaw is a youngster and none of the youngsters ever went beyond the age of thirty in appearance because it had simply become close to impossible in the wave of Life system.

 

  • Ma’am, your husband here is on autodestruct mode, says Aron as an introduction
  • I know she says softly. Please call me Hegat
  • Hegat, says Hemshaw, can you explain to us why your husband would want to self-destruct?
  • He’s been like that for years, she says. That is one of the main reasons I left. He had become bitter at the fact that we were not allowed to alter our appearance as the wave of Life had hit when he was already quite old. I was thirteen years younger so I did not have a problem with my appearance and I was a morpher anyway so it did not matter. I guess working with all those youngsters who looked so fresh while he was permanently frozen in the appearance that he had expected to die with started becoming heavy after the first couple of hundred years. He started having these wild ideas that we should self-destruct and come back as youngsters even though it was specifically declared unlawful for old minds to depart. I could not report him but had difficulty resisting his daily demands so decided I should leave even though it was very painful to leave him behind
  • I’m sorry Hegat, says Aron softly
  • It is alright. I have got used to being away and have been working even more intensely on the Regeneris solution. I think I might have found a way to plug the Regeneris morphing gene directly into DNA so that a person does not have to go through the energy twists to regenerate appearance. This way old souls like Tony could change appearance without losing their mind integrity through the energy twists.
  • You did that for me, Hegat, says Tony, his eyes full of tears and amazement
  • Yes, my love, says Hegat. It has taken me all my strength to resist coming back but I knew I had to stay away or you would convince me to self-destruct with you and all that knowledge of the old would be lost for the youngsters
  • They don’t need the knowledge, Hegat, says Tony. They are happy with what they have in this wave of Life and they just go about absorbing energy and interacting with each other. They don’t even need to work anymore like we did. The only meaning in their life is the life force, its energy that they inhale and exhale daily and the gimmicks that go with it like the rainbow trips and the whirling.
  • That is the way of this new world Tony, says Hegat. We need to accept the transition but we also need to educate them so they do not make the mistakes of the old times.
  • They come with no history, with no memory, they don’t need us, says Tony pleadingly. We are an oddity in this world and should have disappeared a long time ago like dinosaurs.
  • We are not dinosaurs, we are old minds, it is a precious thing, says Hegat.
  • Can you believe, continues Tony, that after I started the autodestruct mode I could no longer consume energy in the new way but had to actually have meals again? In a way it was all at once strange and soothing to actually have to eat to derive energy.

 

Hegat looks at her husband with a mixture of sadness and curiosity. She takes in the small additional wrinkles that had appeared from his choice of regressive DNA mode. It was all at once fascinating and horrifying that he had actually initiated the process. She reaches out and touches his face, running her fingers softly alongside the crows’ eyes close to his temples and his mind and body stills. Aron can feel Tony’s will weakening so he unhooks the nerve containers at the base of Tony’s neck and Tony’s will does not rebel. Encouraged by this Hemshaw retrieves his nerve cuff on Tony’s right arm. Aron keeps the nerve cuff on Tony’s left arm just in case they would need it but Tony’s will remains still. Even his coughing has subsided and it looks like he is reversing DNA mode to switch back to progressive and Hegat smiles as she feels the crows’ eyes reduce slightly under her fingers.

 

  • The other day one of the youngsters wanted to know what it was like to have a baby the old way, says Hegat to Tony, her eyes locked on his
  • They could always look it up in the Superim Library of the old world, says Tony, partly amused, realizing she is trying to rekindle his enthusiasm in teaching the feel
  • I know that, she says but they wanted to have an immersive experience so I gave her a glimpse through my soul flow but now her husband wants to know it too so I thought of you but did not know how to approach you about it
  • Well that is sorted now, isn’t it, says Tony wryly
  • I guess it is, she says her gaze questioning. So will you do it?
  • Do I have a choice when you look at me like that, says Tony. I am sorry my love, I have been such a fool. Living without you all those years has made me realise that appearance does not matter as long as you are with the person you love and who loves you. This is something that we have and that they, these youngsters, do not really have. They only have a pale copy of it, a sense of attachment and quiet bliss but nothing like this stark raving madness of elation and desperation that we go through respectively when together or apart
  • I think we can teach them something about it with our empirical data, says Hegat smiling. As for appearance, I think Regeneris can take care of what you need
  • Let’s go teach them something about the feel says Tony laughing

 

Aron looks at the nerve cuff on Tony’s arm and sees that the data reads married. It seems that both have decided to be together again. The data also reads progressive mode for the DNA so he smiles and slowly removes the second nerve cuff from Tony’s left arm.

 

  • I am in for one of your sessions on the feel, says Aron to Tony
  • You’ll find me in the passion section of the Superim Library, says Tony winking

 

Aron and Hemshaw walk towards their cube and see Tony and Hegat walking towards Hegat’s cube. They know that Tony had abandoned transportation in cube since he had entered DNA regressive mode as the cube would have immediately given away his secret and so he had had to move on foot from one place to the other, which had not helped his deteriorating condition at the time. They shake their heads at why anyone would want to attempt the old timer’s crossover instead of enjoying this life of luxury and unimaginable prosperity if you compared it to the tales of the old world that they acquired knowledge of through the pod in the Superim library. Aron was looking forward to Tony’s lessons because even though he was a youngster, he had felt moving within him emotions that were far stronger than what the average youngsters were feeling and had always thought he was a freak. This encounter with Tony was going to be a game changer for him he thought as he looked back again at the cube of Hegat disappearing in the air.

 

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The Consolations of Philosophy – Max Richter

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OVFhzlR6fJY

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

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The fools follow lies

The fools follow lies

1 January 2017

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Undeterred

Blinded hatred herd

Pushing through

Wars of faith

Warlords faithless brink masters

Pushing to blisters

 

Consensus

A brief bleak respite

Nature’s call

Angels fall

Instincts of the animal

Woven in mammal

 

Prime life thoughts

Rhyme forget me nots

Prayers meek

Cathedrals

Art of taking to the peak

Mistakes that they seek

 

All is spent

Pennies and heaven

Pains in souls

Underwent

Momentary bridled lamp

The blind back to camp

 

Treasure map

Splitting in four squares

Hidden wolves

Prepare lairs

In the message look for ark

Brittle noise their bark

 

Orders tight

Like my bosom’s breath

Impending

Lifelike death

The wise point to the blue skies

The fools follow lies

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Warlords – Audiomachine

Wars of Faith – Audiomachine

When it all falls down – Audiomachine

Being Alive – Audiomachine

Unfinished Life – Audiomachine

Final Hope – Audiomachine

 

The whisper of your shadow

The whisper of your shadow

3 September 2016

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Convergent

Our focal points merge

Within sight

Of the night

Upside down worlds gathering

Ascending dissent

 

Divergent

The mind separates

Projections

Of our souls

Like “autodafé” on coals

Artificial leaps

 

The light creeps

It speaks of slumber

Twenty-three

Outnumbered

The whisper of your shadow

Dispersed recoiling

 

Reading of the poem: 

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I descend to You, You ascend to me – Alessandra Celletti

The Golden Fly – Alessandra Celletti

Crazy Girl Blue – Alessandra Celletti

 

The spiraling flights right into the sky

The spiraling flights right into the sky

(original form of 15th century rondeau cinquain)

19 April 2016

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The spiraling flights right into the sky

The wuthering heights, the children that fly

The sweltering rain, the dark clouds that weep

The simmering pain, the angels that keep

Farewell into lights the soul that flies high

 

The thunderous nights of hearts that deny

The weakening plights of stories that try

The innocence slain downward paths too steep

The spiraling flights right into the sky

The wuthering heights, the children that fly

The sweltering rain, the dark clouds that weep

 

The unearthly sights of the Gods that cry

The unwritten rights the rumbling outcry

The darkening stain of the flows that seep

The memories that wane though stirrings run deep

Dry foreboding writes the shrill and the wry

 

The spiraling flights right into the sky

The wuthering heights, the children that fly

The sweltering rain, the dark clouds that weep

The simmering pain, the angels that keep

Farewell into lights the soul that flies high

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The spiraling flights

Modern form of the rondeau (15 lines with “Rentrement” at 9th and 15th lines)

19 April 2016

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The spiraling flights right into the sky

The wuthering heights, the children that fly

The sweltering rain, the dark clouds that weep

The simmering pain, the angels that keep

Farewell into lights the soul that flies high

 

The thunderous nights of hearts that deny

The weakening plights of stories that try

The innocence slain downward paths too steep

The spiraling flights

 

The unearthly sights of the Gods that cry

The unwritten rights the rumbling outcry

The darkening stain of the flows that seep

The memories that wane though stirrings run deep

Dry foreboding writes the shrill and the wry

The spiraling flights

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The pain of separation (The longing)

Only Breath – Rumi

The Longing – The Truth of the friend, Rumi

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKuORmTvfZI

Losing touch

Losing touch

4-5 April 2016

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Caring much

Flames in heart a pyre

Soul outlet

Part regret

Equal portions of the two

The fear, the desire

 

Climb higher

Mountains may have peaks

Yet they stare

Into clouds

Solace a vision of shrouds

On heavenly frame

 

Call my name

In whirling waters

Abyss stares

Into skies

In between a string of lies

Man-made disasters

 

I fly free

The heart in throbbing

Holds the key

To kingdoms

There are castles in the air

Between mind and flair

 

Implosion

Internal order

Aligned streams

Path of dreams

The world less than what it seems

Dissolving matter

 

Rays scatter

Remnants of the fear

Scorching suns

Raise the bar

Feet walking on liquid tar

Roads of redemption

 

Losing touch

Recollections void

Nothingness

A slow spin

Neither lose nor ever win

Souls in between worlds

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Beauty King – The White Birch

Riot – The White Birch

New Kingdom – The White Birch

Love is so real – The White Birch

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACwbn4OZOts

The colours of us

The colours of us

1 March 2016

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Radiant

Your presence a gift

I unwrap

In silence

You are present in absence

Soundless story told

 

Love defines

Landscapes of hushed pines

Ringing soft

Needles’ rhymes

Working their magic mending

Tattered souls of old

 

Trails are cold

The scent of heart stays

Beyond stamps

Of meaning

Beyond the doubts now clearing

Remnants of footsteps

 

I am strong

Will more than biceps

Birthing stars

I exhale

Stories of love told on Mars

Which fierce spears inhale

 

Eye to eye

We meet our semblance

In mirrors

Of bright words

The shepherd beckons to herds

Through staff in the pen

 

Clucking hen

Cooped up in the dark

Her wings torn

Her eyes wild

She loses a daily child

Harvests of the mark

 

Trading point

Our prayers now joint

Hidden walls

Cold membranes

Count of numerous blue valves

Between Heart and brains

 

We see not

The wilting jasmine

That invokes

Scent of spring

The ghost of love that we bring

It beckons dying

 

We will dance

Like sightless flowers

Pliable

Bending slow

To the winds orchestrating

The colours of us

 

Reading of the poem: 

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He needs me – Hindi Zahra

The Man I Love – Hindi Zahra

Stand up – Hindi Zahra

Silence – Hindi Zahra

At the same time – Hindi Zahra

Beautiful Tango – Hindi Zahra

 

 

Bringer of the light

Bringer of the light

16 February 2016

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She sits calm

Pondering life’s ways

As Time flows

Like rivers

Our souls go through highs and lows

In dancing waters

 

Sometimes fast

Sometimes inching ants

We let rants

Broken past

Separate our hearts that beat

Quick admit defeat

 

The knowledge

It comes slow steady

Into minds

Waking souls

Of the chosen few ready

To live on the edge

 

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He lived thrill

His words harsh mouth shrill

Skull beating

The heart numb

Errors of past repeating

His memory played dumb

 

We light skies

With crazed fireflies’ glow

Or dead stars

Throbbing lies

Bursting out of mind’s control

To clean mess takes hours

 

The clock sighs

As it counts seconds

Turning slow

Centuries

Two were to bear it the flame

Now one scurries lame

 

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Phantom twin

Runs lone for the win

Ghostly foot

Joins the race

In pairs we face less disgrace

Battered time relay

 

He turns meek

His lessons now learnt

The soul burnt

Forged by change

He offers strong other cheek

Forgiveness not strange

 

Each other’s

Tutor and pupil

Lessons pour

The heart’s fill

Winning humility’s sight

Bringer of the light

 

Reading of the poem: 

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A big thank you to Hector (https://fromcoldtofire.wordpress.com/ ) for his introduction to Paolo Nutini

One Day – Paolo Nutini

Don’t let me down – Paolo Nutini

No other way – Paolo Nutini

Recover – Paolo Nutini

Scream (Funk my life up) – Paolo Nutini

Better man – Paolo Nutini

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nsx-JVymaGk

As the Ravens swarm

As the Ravens swarm

8 February 2016

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Slow they show

The shimmering peaks

The love’s hope

Periscope

Looking out of the waters

Rimmed with icy blue

 

The cleansing

Gift of springtime’s sprouts

Dancing feet

Humming beat

Prancing around the lilies

Chasing across Time

 

It blinks fast

The glowing heartbeat

Building up

Winding stairs

Leading down into the wells

Where the blood simmers

 

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Flatline’s trace

When all is balance

Without face

She calls loud

Her shadows like the moon’s hue

Silver and grey streaks

 

We renew

From depths of our selves

Holy chants

Bees’ water

Our birth into mystic skies

Which speak of fear’s loss

 

Of decaying skin

Cleaned so neat what feat!

This absence

In presence

I scrubbed harder than steel nails

This soul how she wails

 

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The moon flies

Over dark rivers

Where men cry

As they die

Their souls steeped in nothingness

The void it calls so

 

In the skies

High above the trees

She glimmered

Slight traces

Aurora borealis

Shimmering portal

 

Pilgrimage

To darker silence

Where the waves

Ride the shades

Of snow falling onto stones

Altars of the old

 

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We rehearse

Death and its shadows

Like bleak slaves

Submissive

Mortality donned like cloak

We once immortal

 

They bind us

With paper names’ codes

Like grey moths

To stark light

We go down without a fight

Our minds bound to false

 

Like dewdrops

The gleaming droplets

Of bloods call

Misery

A notion to overcome

As the Ravens swarm

 

Reading of the poem:

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Solringen – Wardruna

Naudir – Wardruna

AnsuR – Wardruna

Fehu – Wardruna

Ingwar – Wardruna

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14bsceXmOYU

The winding footsteps

The winding footsteps

2 February 2016

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Wherever

I walk to the hiss

Of nighttime

And ravens

I find bloodied safe havens

The riddles galore

 

December

It creeps into Heart

Ice and rock

Like playgrounds

Fitted with the snowbound ears

Readied coals’ embers

 

I colour

The dreams of the lost

Cast souls’ mast

Wild banners

My fingers know not the cost

Of lilies and smears

 

The white flag

Hovering like breath

Under tears

Play do me

Child clay a pool of dark fears

My music a sin

 

Wave the wand

Glory disappears

Magic wanes

Sugar melts

Truth around us how it pelts

Hail to story’s spin

 

Stir the pot

We cook what we dream

Stew and Heart

Spices art

Of broth and the melting meet

Pieces of our selves

 

Eleven

Moons in the wings’ folds

Seven skies

Greet my sighs

We sever what we know not

The winding footsteps

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Colours of the night – Evi Vine

December – Wooden Arms

For the Dreamers – Evi Vine

Tide – Wooden Arms

How Time Flies – Evi Vine

Chariclia – Wooden Arms

In this moment – Evi Vine