The Scribes 1: Conjuring the Manifestation

The Scribes 1: Conjuring the Manifestation

12 December 2016

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In a distant future, humanity has lost the capacity of producing anything. Paper money is a thing of the past and anything one needs can only be conjured up through the power of intention, it cannot be made. Unfortunately, most of the population having just been conditioned to picking what they need from what was mass produced in the past, they have lost the capacity of thinking and even more of dreaming and visualising so are unable to conjure up anything they would need to have.

 

The world population resorts to a group of creative people who have kept the capacity of thinking and are particularly skilled in conjuring up with their thoughts, which are powerfully channeled in a very precise manner, what the population needs in a ceremony called the Conjuring. This group of people are called the Scribes as they write down what is termed as the Manifestation, a detailed description of a series of images related to their thoughts during the Conjuring and these can be used a limited number of times to manifest similar items elsewhere.

 

The ink used by the Scribes is a very special ink manifested from their thoughts that fades away when the writings have been used a certain number of times and it is impossible to remember the sequence of words used, making it impossible to replicate the item beyond the intended number of times the Scribes have created the Manifestation for. When the Conjuring is attempted by anyone who is not a Scribe based on incorrectly memorized versions of the Manifestation, the person attempting the fake ceremony meets a deadly fate.

 

The population compensates the Scribes in energy which can be energy channeled from the stars or the Earth or simply life force energy depending on whether the population belongs to the star gazers or Earth conduits or to neither of these two factions. This energy is in turn used as a fuel by the Scribes to manifest their creative intent. Some scribes are so talented in their Manifestations that they are particularly sought after and compensated heavily making their energetic storage so immense that they are able to conjure up all kinds of intricate items effortlessly.

 

The Scribes do not offer courses on conjuring but decide from time to time to have a disciple who is taught the skill of conjuring as well as how to write the description of the images used in the ceremony. Often, the disciple is a member of their own family although sometimes, when they are childless, they may take a person from the general population. During the time the disciple is an apprentice and especially if he/she did not possess the skill of Manifesting by birthright, the disciple must act as a channel and a source of secondary energy when the portion of the population requiring a specific item is not able to compensate the Scribe appropriately with the right quantity of energy during the conjuring. After the ceremony, the disciple then waits with the population for a week receiving restorative energy from them before joining the Scribe who has moved on to another place where conjuring is required.

 

Nobody knows how the Scribes managed to keep their capability of conjuring up the thoughts that allowed the creation of the items required and nobody knows how they are raised and what they are taught exactly as it is a well-guarded secret. None of the population is capable either of assessing just how much energy has been harnessed by the Scribes. On occasion one or two Scribes would have gathered so much energy and not being able to use it because nothing was required in their surroundings, they simply imploded into balls of fire, igniting the whole neighbourhood during their combustion. For this reason, the Scribes are always on the move and never stay in the same place too long except if their services are extensively required.

 

The Key to the Universe (Dance of the Sacred Union) – Stellar

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J’ai mémoire d’une chanson fredonnée en histoire / I remember a song hummed low in history

J’ai mémoire d’une chanson fredonnée en histoire

(poème écrit sous forme de sonnet Shakespearien en vers Alexandrin, traduit en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)

10 décembre 2016

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Au-delà de ces mots résonne pâle l’intention

De mesure démesure en vase clos d’atrophie

Taille à vif dans ces maux de douleur l’attention

En deçà de l’usure veine assure embolie

 

Reste-t-il dans ces prés des chevaux à nourrir ?

Les barrières ruminant tas de foin à cracher

Vouent au ciel les cyprès pris au fait à pourrir

Vois ces arbres nonchalants de hauteur s’arracher

 

Abrités dans sapin oiseaux tardent à mourir

Justes cieux balayant horizons intrépides

Senteurs froides d’un matin lèvres gercées s’ouvrir

Un chemin déblayant des non-dits insipides

 

J’ai mémoire d’une chanson fredonnée en histoire

D’émérite de pardon filant droit en déboire

 

Lecture du poème: 

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I remember a song hummed low in history

(Poem originally written in Shakespearian sonnet in Alexandrin, translated into English. See original above or here)

10 December 2016

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Way beyond these words pale intention resonates

Out of measure in a closed cup of atrophy

Cutting sharp in these woes attention to the pain

Well below the wearing vein ensures embolism

 

Are there in these meadows any horses to feed?

Barriers ruminate a stack of hay to spit

Vow to skies cypresses found guilty of rotting

See these nonchalant trees from the heights tear away

 

Sheltered in the fir tree birds keep delaying Death

Righteous skies sweeping intrepid horizons

Cold scents of a morning the chapped lips opening

For clearing a pathway of the tasteless unsaid

 

I remember a song hummed low in history

Emeritus pardon spinning straight in trouble

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Ostanus – 312

 

Glory’s wake

Glory’s wake

26 February 2016

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Sacrifice

A three letter word

Embedded

In my streams

Your broken body in dreams

As they take you down

 

They walk high

Above wilting stars

Their reign dark

Our fate stark

Destiny written in scars

Etched in our feathers

 

Soul weathers

Many thunderstorms

The heart heals

In the light

From coursing river it swarms

Energy of blue

 

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To renew

A leap of blind faith

Dark wedded

Starry skies

Waking souls discover lies

Under white covers

 

Moon hovers

Ominous silver

Lost star’s gate

It dissolves

Within the streams of their hate

As bosoms lay bare

 

Reach within

To morrows’ stories

I hold sight

Of beacons

Soaring eagles beyond might

Of Kings and regents

 

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We are Queens

Within our kingdoms

Bold reasons

Hold our heads

Above the valleys he dreads

Renewal our means

 

She gives birth

To our sorrows’ death

We inhale

Holy breath

Woven through the times on Earth

Chosen detention

 

Glory’s wake

Within the surging

Energy

Coursing through

The hand extended now you take

Psalms our intention

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Poets of the fall – Rebirth

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I heard Spirit’s Heart

I heard Spirit’s Heart

18 September 2015

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The will was shining

Shift in intention pursued

Weary traveller

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A call from below

Winding steep into the guts

Set a new quaking

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Life stretched out wanton

It laid ahead gifts of Toil

That grade men of Dark

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All pieces showed bright

Last remnants glimmered daunting

Shimmering treasures

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In frenzy of loss

My body feasted on them

Muted gate awaits

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Snake slithered on all

Grey tasteless pieces of rock

Lay them back to sands

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None adorned me now

Naked soul all to forsake

Transcending pleasures

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I trod desert lands

A sheen robing my light’s frame

Flying with the winds

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Spirit walked behind

His shadow extended, see!

Lighting path ahead

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“Walk on hidden path

Forsaking worldly matters”

I heard Spirit’s Heart

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“Save for innocent

Free the mind from Earthly ties

Time has met its Soul”

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