Pyramid of Abandoned Hearts (WIP) Picture

I am Chyme,
an inter dimensional monk.
A servant of the seekers of love and truth.
There is, I let it be known, a place between places.
A dimension between the eternal multitude of dimensions.
A morbid garden cursed, a paradise lost!
A dry and barren place, where solace and serenity does not exist.
A place so named, the planes of Desolation!
It is a forsaken desert, where love in its purest form is devoured by creatures formed from the vilest essence of evil and malignitude.
These creatures once dwelt with the ineffable light.
Once, these beings bathed in the beauty of incandescent love and drank freely the rivers of holiness, peace and gentility.
But as you know, the Great Celestial War still rages and they made their fateful and irrevocable choice
by rebelling and forsaking the fair realms of sublime love!
Diving headlong into the unfathomable abyss of chaos,
they chose rather to wallow in hatred, deceit, depravity and dark things even now unknown and forbidden to divulge.
Now they await judgement.
Banished and chained they lay in wait for the hearts of those deceived.
For the Souls of fools and ignorant wanderers, who stray into this, the desert of Desolation and yes, many there are who do so.
Am I not one?
I myself was likewise enticed into this fearful realm.
I drank from the debauched river and ate of the fruit forbidden.
The Harpy bound my sensitive eyes with silken scarves and told me it was but a joyful game.
But when I desired to leave, my way was lost and I could not remove the constricting bonds she had knotted about my unsuspecting heart.

Love and peace and hope had gone and when I asked for them, I was given bitter anguish to drink and with nothing but lies to eat, my heart began to petrify......feeling nothing!
The creatures so easily then, made their nest from loveless hearts to lay their dark and malignant eggs.
And so I laboured beneath the black sun.
That dark star who held prisoner, all who bathed in darkness and all who had no pleasure in the purity of sensitive light.
Here I languished, chained to my distress and misery.
The voices of the Harpies mocked me and told me, "lay still wretch, lay still and die!"
And so I took the knife and placed it at my breast and cried aloud, "What care I for life when life itself has deserted and forsaken me"?

"Stay your hand, for you are long time dead!"

A voice so insistent I knew I imagined it not.
Like a trumpet sounding amidst the heat of battle.
I listened intently, to be certain of its reality.
Again the trumpet voice more gentle spoke.
"Do you think the eager dagger would offer you a means of escape from this infernal desert? Consider you not, that it may usher you towards a far worse and more terrible habitation?"

The voice was strange and not native to this place. It was calm and balanced.

"Sir," I said, "I see you not, yet I feel we have met before?"

The voice answered, "Long time your eyes are strong bound so you see only the things that creep into the darkness of your imagination. Even now, I have removed some wax from your ears, else you could not hear me."

"Indeed, you are familiar. Who are you?

The voice laughed. "Of course I am familiar. I am Life!"

"Life? Aah," said I, "I thought I knew you once, so
very long ago. Why did you leave me?"

"Me? Leave you? Never! We are intrinsically bound
until the final cut. A cut you were about to make."

"Then why?" I insisted, "do I feel empty and
abandoned like all hope has drained from the
cracks in my broken heart?"

Life paused, waiting for my wasted tears to fall
upon the hungry desert sand. "Do you still not
perceive that it was you who abandoned me?"

"How so Life? I welcome your warmth and
vibrancy and even now your voice comforts me."

"My voice is a comfort to you now you are
in chains. But when you were free, my peculiar voice
became an embarrassment to you and so you
disregarded my council."

"Oh Life," I pleaded. "When did I not heed your
graceful words or listen to your tender voice?"

"When you failed to recognise me and grew wise
from your own pride. My voice is oft quiet and still
and uncompromising. Others claiming to be me,
led you far from my pathways. They told you of
easier ways with the promises of secret knowledge
which is no knowledge. It is the knowledge of the
enemy of Life. It is knowledge of.......Death!"

I protested, "But.....I was searching for you!"

The voice resonated like a fanfare of thunder.

"Did you think to find Me amidst lies?
Or hatred?
Or violence?
Did you think that I, Life, could be injected
into your soul or ingested into your consciousness
by the mere concoctions of alchemist's
who by nature are the enemies and destroyers of life?
Are not these the seeds of the forbidden tree?"
Did you really think this was freedom?
Look at me! Behold me in all my glory.
I choreagraph the procession of planets.
I orchestrate my stars into constellations,
directing their course.
I am Life, gathering up into the palm of my hand all that was, is and ever shall be!
Am I not named Truth? Or would you make Life a lie?
Do I not command the elements to perform my bidding?
I weigh laws upon the scales of my heart and it is I that establish eternity!
If you deny this, then you deny Life itself.
I am the voice that called you from the womb.
I am Life and Truth. I say not one thing, then do another."

I pondered these words when suddenly a Harpy
flew over head and she whispered to me.
" You are imagining things Chyme. Life has no
voice. Life is a nebulous force. An abstract."

I said immediately to the peculiar stranger
who dared to call himself Life.
"But you are not a person, you are just a
force." I insisted.

The stranger was not angry at my doubting, but simply
he asked,

"Life, that gave you eyes.....does he not see?

Life that gave you ears......does he not hear?

Life that gave you power of speech......
has he no voice?
Are you greater than Life?"

" Oh Life, I perceive that you make me answer my own
questions. "

"Only if Truth is in you. It makes you free!"

"But Life", I said despairingly, I am not free."

"Then I ask you the most important question of you want to be?"

"Yes, indeed I do", I affirmed. "But how"?

The stranger held out His pierced and wounded hand,

"Follow me", He said, "I am the way, the truth and the Life"!
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