Traditional
rabbit song from Smilitass, West Virginia
Where´s
the way the shades are walking?
Where´s
the feet that crushed the cleavestones?
Are
you asking
What´s
that thunder
Rolling
in the caves and caverns?
I
am urged, yes forced to tell you
Of
the rivers and the grottos
Of
the fierce-proud jackalopes
They
are in the deep of cosmos
Under
borderworld Xibalba
They
are skull-flames in the darkness
Lighters
of the smoke and builders
Of
the pylons and the great roads
That
leads from here into hereafter
By
the shores of river Lethe
In
the mountains, near the forest
Betwixt
the dream cave and the danger
Of
the deep-steep walls of fire
In
the house of shades and ladies
Horns
of fire, ears of heart-smoke
Steps
held windward, will-hearts flaring
Teeth
to cut the ancient demons
The
sound of thunder all beneath us
Is
the stomping of their laughter
Rebounding
from shaman to scrivener
Of
the fierce-proud jackalopes
Hear
me sing the song of legends
And
the hope of the departed
Chapter
zero; the sermon of the mall
Although
the man was eager to get home as soon as possible after a frankly
terrible day at work he could not help but leaf through the little
book somebody had left on the shelf just beside the vegetables. It
seemed to be some sort of comic deciphering a man dying. The man in
the comic was confidently saying “I
know
there is nothing
beyond
here;
you are DEAD
and
that is IT. I
have
always believed
that!”.
It then showed the man awakening in shock in some sort of dark realm,
lost and panicking. He fell from a cliff as he blindly stumbled and
fell into a flowing river of sharp scissors. “WHY
did no one warn me of THIS!?”
he said with accusation to the reader as he was cut apart. It was so
silly, yet so grotesque in its cartoonish simpleness, that the man
reading could not help but continue to read out of a sense of morbid
curiosity.
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It
is said that the only place of the underworld mortals can enter is
the dream cave. Shamans like to say that only they know the road to
that cave and bring back hidden wisdom, but it is not true in the
slightest. Like a priest that try to monopolize spirituality, or
worse, make it into a general sort of hoppityhop of beliefs where
anything goes. You shall avoid them all like the pain of the
myxomatosis! Wait, that is a curse fit for a rabbit, and you are a
human (I think…you can never be too sure nowadays!) The point I was
making is that anybody can access the underworld and the dream cave.
You enter them when you dream, of course.
Do
not expect to learn anything of value, though. Maybe the shamans and
priests were right after all…work experience do pay off, in
spiritual as well as mundane matters! And the way to see the
underworld is to die, needless to say, so you will definitely enter
that place at some point, good for you!
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Everything
was crooked and strange, and she gasped for breath. What was going
on?
“Hurry,
hurry! Hurry and wake up, get a doctor quick!” he was shaking her
violently, making her head crack and her view become even more
crooked.
“Stop,
you fool” she thought.
“You
are just making it worse!”
Despite
her predicament, she smiled up at him and closed her eyes. That a
simple after-training walk could go so wrong…And to add insult to
injury this had been her chance to finally exchange silver for gold!
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Four
thousand and four hundred years is a very long time, or at least it
is as long as you are alive. But the more time you experience, the
less a year seems (especially if those are years of pure bliss and
peace). And what is four thousand years, after all? The universe, our
universe, is after all about 14 billion years old. Thinking about
such great spans of time is like looking into an abyss, giving you
both a headache and a fearful sense of vertigo, for such amounts of
time are more than we can grasp. Mortals prefer to think about time
in smaller measures, but those in the otherworlds do not.
Oh,
we study and measure time easily enough, they are after all nothing
more than just more big numbers, but we can't truly FEEL them. We all
know what a second, a minute, an hour, an week or a year feels like;
a million (or 14 billion) years is beyond all human experience. But
there are actually beings that have lived for that long, and longer
still. One of these beings is Tymor, normally called The
Silvercrowned One after the light that emanates from the head of
Tymor. Tymor is the deity and creator of the hare and rabbits. If you
asked Tymor from where it had come from, Tymor would laugh and claim
to have pulled itself out of a hat long ago. This, however, is just a
answer stemming from god´s unwillingness to answer the questions
that truly matter.
What then, about the demons? Well, nobody
seems to know that, exactly. Research has been made, but nothing in
the land of mortals, the underworld or the otherworlds seem to be
able to explain how they came about. The only one who claims to know
is the hell-god Tanas, and he is extremely hard to get a hold of for
a little one-on-one talk. The general consensus is that the demons
come from somewhere beyond these realms, otherwise known as the
borderworld of Xibalba, although even this is uncertain.
Anyway,
that is really not what I wanted to talk about. This is not even the
true start of the story, but rather an introduction to get you into
the mood. The source of all evil, the demons and devils in this world
may be inexplicable, but the source of goodness is not! This story is
about one of the most selfless and good organizations there are.
Every day they put themselves in danger, their very souls being the
stake, for the sake of everyone. And this is quite ironic, since you
cannot even be saved by them until after you have died! Confused? I
am naturally talking about the jackalopes!
Link to chapter one:
http://www.tymorthetrickster.com/Jchapter1.html
