Initiate

In my mind's eye,

I awake inside a dark cave

So dim

I can only make out a trickle of light

As I approach, I see it is a trickle dark

It's pouring forth from the centre of three white stripes

Primordial chalk lines of cave art?

A palaeographic symbol on stone?

Getting closer, the flow is blood

The stone is...

(I gasp)

Flesh!

My eyes adjust

I see a hand held up

The wrist is bleeding

My heart pounds behind my ribs

I breathe in deeply yet try to stay still

Who was this?

On further inspection

Who is this?

Not quite a mummy, but...

The thick skin seems to be over 1000 years old

I don't dare touch

My eyes follow the blood down to the elbow from where it drips

The darkness seems to recede slightly

Behold! A forearm leading to a shoulder

(I jerk back, my breath is caught)

A snake rests there

But for some strange reason I do not run

The snake slides softly down his arm

And up to the hand

I am mesmerised

There, on an open palm

I see a sign twirling as if a hologram

The smokey form is an aum

A swirl of air comes upon my face and kisses back my hair

The snake rises up the fingers

It stands tall and straight

A voice comes bouncing off the cave walls

"NABO - Nabo - nabo - nana - bobo - bo"

It echoes all around, as the snake drops to the ground as if dead

I am in confusion

At my feet is a stick

A moment ago it was a snake

I overide my fear

My curiosity burns

And so I touch it

It feels alive, as if it is breathing

But yes, it is wood, green wherever my fingers touch

We have a connection

It fits into my hand like it is possessed by a magnetic force

I return to my standing posture and gaze again upon the yogi

His face is somewhat visible now

And...

Upon his head a woman crowns him

I am unsure if she is a marble statue...

"GANGA-Ganga-ganga-gang-gang-gaga-ga"

She awakens, sees me, and spits upon my forehead

For some strange reason I am not perturbed

She repositions her head and returns to her sphinx like slumber

An orange light flashes across

Left to right

The gold of a trident appears

It's stunning!

I wander over to gawk

Something seems out of place

The hand that holds it

It's entwined oddly

As I move position

Encircling anti clockwise

I see the hand is like two hands

Another arm leads down

Over it is draped a toga

This is not one man but two?

Instead of the plaited tips of the first aspect

I see tightly curled locks that frame a beard

His wide pale nostrils appear to be breathing

I trace his contour from the earlobe

Down his neck, shoulder, and left arm

His hand is stretched out

Upon it rests a fish

It gulps at the air and its gills are flapping

As if it has just been caught

I stretch out the stick in my hand and poke it

"ALPHA-Alpha-alpha-alal-phapha-pha!"

I flinch and cringe at this third utterance

When I open my eyes again,

The fish is now a golden pendant dangling off a chain

Olive oil is flowing from the hand

It drips off the necklace

I gently lift it with the stick

It's slippery, but I mange to put it on

Something else stirs

I hear the sound of a woman as if awaking from sleep

Cupping the gift to my chest, I look up

"ATHENA-Athena-athena-aa-ththe-ena-na!"

Booms the voice

Something cracks very loud

I feel a rumble

A burst of water springs from the head of these twins

I wait till the ground has settled

Stepping cautiously

I follow the flow of oil toward the source of the golden light

It gathers at the bottom of a third artiface

Flowing over the surface of a rock is a fountain

At its feet appears to be an altar

Oil and water and blood mix and flow into a pool

Above it rests the fire

I thrust the tip of the stick inside

"TAPAS-Tapas-tapas-tata-paspas-pas"

Pulling back I see a flame hovering above the stick

I feel compelled to touch it with my finger

My skin is not scortched

But a heat gushes in and fills my hand

It spreads down to my groin

Bursts of energy set off inside me like fireworks

Popping up my spine

My third eye opens as my head swings up to behold a dove hovering over the rock

My ray of light dissolves into hers

I am charged up!

My oil, water and blood activated

Time to begin the mission

Of being a true Kyrist-El-Yon

Where are the other warriors?

Release our battle cry!

Do not quench this Spirit! 

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