Winter. A hall with a fire crackling in the great hearth. A 'U' shaped table setup around it. A great feast, tables fair groaning with food. A jocular company at feat, all in some kind of Arthurian/Byzantine garb. To my right, a striking woman with black hair and perfect symmetry in her face. To my left, my sister in law. From there and around the tables, friends long passed on, some still here, Jannat, some I do not know...at least not in the manifest.
Myself, fully armored at the table, quiet, contemplative. Enjoying the proceedings, yes, but in a quiet way. I do not know why the seating..save for the woman to my right..I know Her. Even as I sit and consider the feast, She speaks to me of many things. My sister in law..I do not know why she sits to my left. I do not know why she is there at all. There is always a purpose, but what it might be is not known to me.
The hall is like the old Legion Hall...but I know the exterior is very different to what I once knew. The season has not changed..it is the Winter Solstice and it is snowing steadily out of doors. The food is outstanding, the mead and wine plentiful. The banners of old still hang there, along with the old shields on the walls. The tables are set up as they always were...we never had a chance to set up a round table, although that was the plan. The idea of the round table was present. No one sat inside the tables, only those on serving duty were there. Everyone faced the flames. There was no precedent.
A dream of the night before last.
In a library of massive size. I know it has no real end and within lies all the knowledge that has ever been or ever will be. I do not know where it is. I am not allowed to wander the halls and stacks. There are no books...just bronze scroll tubes in endless pigeonholes. I am told the tags on them show the language of the reader. I wonder why I am here and I am told that in time I may peruse some of what lies within, but for now it is important that I know that it is here and that it is infinite. It is like being in the mind and memory of the Primogenetrix. I shiver at that thought and realize I am not wrong. I am awed. I understand so many things and yet I know I will lose most of it, as happened when She sent me back after the accident.
A dream from last eventide. It gave me one hell of a headache.
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As within, so without. As above, so below. All things are part of all other things. The Will and the Word. we hear these and other pronouncements all the time. It occurs to me that folk might benefit from really examining these statements, considering what they mean deep down, and where they came from, and why they have survived so long. I thought I had done...but not even close enough. I shall begin to rectify that at once.
Now I know how those monks managed to levitate...specifically, the one that did it in front of me. I was so convinced it was a trick. It wasn't..not the way we mean trick. My mothers' antics with candles. I know how she did that.
Knowledge vs Belief vs Confidence. They are very different, and yet elements of each inform the others. Just how could also use some thought.
Oh my Great Goddess, I have seen wonders. I have a headache....
Siani
