THE ATLAN CHRONICLES

REWRITTEN AND EDITED BY

Jian, the crazy monk, SiTU

first trip (Kether). A book of Truth

1.

She opened her mouth, moved her tongue and said:

“The Earth quakes and the Heavens rattle; the beasts of nature gather, while men drifts apart; volcanoes usher up heat while elsewhere ice melts. And then on other days it just rains. Indeed many things come to pass.”

She waited a moment and watched the group of chanting priests, sjamans, witches and other representative of Gaia, the Mother Earthgoddes.

“They are all waiting for me.”, she thought, “They need my powers to open the Gate.”

It was as if the participants in this ancient ritual sensed her thoughts and the sounds, movement and manifestations of thoughtforms intensified and filled the collective aura.

Slowly she rose and showed her formidable length and living hair. When she opened her arms to embrace them all, the chaotic scenery felt silent. Nothing moved.

“Let the ritual begin.”, it were the first words she spoke in ages.