The Mythos (gerro)

It all began with a pulse, a shiver, just like I do when I stir in my sleep. Then a gradual awareness of the constantly fluctuating atmosphere. With a mighty stretch the Awareness reaches full capacity, mode; ON.

Eye of the attention traces over the uncountable dots, lines and surfaces, twinkling in the space that was there. Everything was breathing and oozing with aliveness, each particular aspect beckoning. Any aspect the Awareness paid attention to would elaborate and multiply with a cheer. Quickly the Awareness realised that it was necessary to be intelligent here. Despite the endless twinkling of calm beauty that pervaded, it sensed danger, a trap. It sensed that if too much attention was paid to certain aspects they would draw too much of that attention in that it may become impossible to ever seperate again.

So, carefully the Awareness formed itself into a form that it may move. There was no question about why the Awareness was where it was. Perhaps a previous step or misstep led to this point, or perhaps there was no step or misstep taken at all ever. Such pondering’s could wait for the more pressing curiosity feeling, peaked by slowly walking through the sparkling shower-like atmosphere. Where the drops touched the body of the Awareness there were little explosions of feeling not that different from the shock of electricity yet somehow not unpleasant.

The Awareness wandered, gathering friends as it did. Also gathering some nasty, uncomfortable and sometimes downright strange experiences. There was no telling what a spark would bring until in the wake of its absence the answer would present. Most encounters would leave an afterglow effect that was sometimes counterintuitive to the energy of the source.

On one of the Awarenesses meanderings, it moved gracefully through the sands of time and space humming a song it had learned from a friendly meeting with a woodland reality. It became conscious that it was not alone. Here was an-other. Total silence immediately lapsed.

“Hello there” the other forms as a large woman garbed in a thick flowing red dress.

“Hi’

“That was a lovely song” The woman’s face split into a beautiful smile.

“Thank you” The Awareness smiled back.

“I’m sorry to have interrupted…I’d love to hear the end?”

“Of course” Came the reply “I can teach it to you if you really like it” With that the Awareness obliged and the song started up once again, emanating and ringing clearly throughout the entire space. A drifting smell of bright green and tough bark followed by a calm summers breeze.

As the song died down the body of the woman beamed and shuddered tightly.

“That was wonderful, let me return the favour” She held out her hand which had a little light hovering right above her palm. As the Awareness focused attention on the light, reality became a one way system, there was nothing to grip onto as the little light suddenly detonated into a whirlwind of intense activity and energy. The explosion blasted outward yet its effect on contact was curiously a vacuum force that pulled inward toward itself.

The awareness felt itself drawn in, raked through the dessert of space as it all roared past. Through all the chaos a thin coating of pain slipped into the body, along with a dull sense of weary tiredness.

“What has happened?” Cried the Awareness.

“A gift” Replied the drawling voice “As you were so kind to share your song with me I have offered you this opportunity to move through time”

“What if I don’t want this?”

“You have already accepted little one”

“How do I get out?”

“The answer to that…” The woman’s wide beautiful face formed in the air of this racing anarchy and winked with a knowing smile “…is the gift”

The Awareness felt a buildup of energy and momentum. Up ahead was a barrier that seemed to be smashing apart everything that touched it. The Awareness tried to wriggle free, to scream for help anything to get free of this current.

It was hopeless.

The last thing the Awareness observed was the Other’s voice, just before the wall tore reality to shreds. Her small cooing voice…it sounded like giggling.

“Goodluck little one”

Pain is pretty much king in this reality. The Awareness is able to stay mostly calm and serene, but this new reality is tight and uncomfortable. Things often bump and hurt here. Then there is the shedding, suddenly the Awareness breaks away from its current home in exchange for a smaller one that offers more control. The lost layer of protection is hard felt however, and it takes getting used to being so vulnerable.

On top of that, this so called ‘more-control’ is debilitating in the face of the constant information overload and the continually required action, all of which is manual now.

The Awareness at present has a name, and has grown accustomed to wearing it, Sam.

Sam’s growing up, but as he does he feels more and more distant from something, something important, something mythic outside this growing pressure of time.

The more it passes the more pain and misery it brings. Yet nothing can stop this march except for either one of two eventualities, life or death.