SunBorn
The Sunbringers:
Unclear 1
Unity 2
Remission 3
Still 4
Prime 5
Known 6
1.
He spent his time with the denizens of the dark side of morning. The ushers of bright days.
Their journey would always begin at midnight. All 6 of them would gather at The Open Mouth, a 500 meter long tunnel at the base of the mountain, leading them to Sodom. Their State Alterer would always be waiting for them. No one ever needed to contact him. With him he would carry 6 cloth purses, each filled with a unique Consciousness Director. Some Consciousness Directors would assist the Sunbringer in bending time/space. Some would facilitate polyrealisation, a process quite akin to gluing one idea to itself until it looked like another one, then repeating the process ad infinitum. Some Consciousness Directors would make muscles fell like metal and bones like air. There were many types. So many more.
Each Sunbringer would open his bag and, without ritual, consume the CD in the fittest manner. Unity 2, who was a song vessel would release the song inside him. He always released the song that contained the highest pressure. This was their signal to walk. The Sun would not rise without them. Onwards.
As he felt existence stutter, Unclear 1 knew that Consciousness Direction had begun. This happened as they stepped out of The Open Mouth. Unity 2 was leading for now, his voice dancing from wall to wall, ricocheting like oscillatory bullets. Unity 2’s baritone was overlaid with alto and soprano tones. It was transcendental overtone singing. Unclear 1, like the rest of the Sunbringers, never asked where these skills came from. He didn’t ask this of himself or of his fellows.
Unclear 1 watched the mountain shrink to what he considered its size. This was the size it would be a few billion years from now. It looked like how it would look after billions of years of wind had continued their slow carving. How it would look after the rains of Three-Rock wore it to a thin frail effigy of the challenging climb that it used to be..
This, is what he climbed. The 4-dimensional example of the mountain. His body knew that it was succeeding in conquering time/space. The lumbering beast that existed over the others didn’t exist to him. He would conquer it with ease. For the Sun.
Remission 3 would swim the cloud path to the top. He knew the way to Sodom as they all did. He just took another route. It differed every time, as weather would have it. If it was raining, he would have to meticulously step on falling raindrops , using each one as a step. It was a meticulous technique but he considered himself a man being of details. He looked up and saw the magnetic field of Three-Rock. He used the planet’s magnetic field as a map to his destination. The would be no problem in getting to the top today. He checked his body, realized that he could not reduce his mass. He’d sever himself from Three-rock by altering his valency. He would polarize in reverse and navigate body to Sodom.
Car radios crackling awake, microwave ovens humming, engines warming up, covered in the moisture of morning. All of these objects could not fathom the duty, the servitude, the willed sacrifice of a Sunbringer.
The mountain seemed slow today. Usually, it attempted to elude him. There were all kinds of tricks it would use. Sometimes, it would slither southwards, trying to hide behind the sea. But the sea was done with the mountain aeons ago. It had relinquished each speck of dust that formed this mountain before him. The sea, assisted by a volcano had given birth to this place, Sodom. It would not take its mountain back, not today.
The mountain seemed apathetic to play. There were times when the moon would blind them with its brightness as it covered the mountain’s tracks.
But not today. Today there was dimness and apathy. It didn’t even try to dodge as he took a peak by the hand and moved it eastward. This peak and its neighbor, which hosted the city of Gomorrah, would wreath the sun this morning. Still 4 felt an aesthetic duty churning within him today. How could one beautify the Sun? He took this question as a challenge to his altered state. The ocean said something but he missed it as he shuffled Gomorrah peak to its wreath position. The Sun will rise…over here. His finger did not point there. Still 4 knew what unnecessary movement did. It moved things unnecessarily. There was no time worth wasting. Every joule of energy had its purpose and should be used accordingly. He trusted his Sunbringer brethren to their duties. Prime 5 would give them an energy expenditure tally on their way back down. He just knew that he would.
It was 4h00. They had all dispersed to their respective positions of maximum utility. It was almost time. Until they brought forth the Sun, it was always almost time. If they didn’t do it, who would?
Unclear 1
Unity 2
Remission 3
Still 4
Prime 5
Known 6
1.
He spent his time with the denizens of the dark side of morning. The ushers of bright days.
Their journey would always begin at midnight. All 6 of them would gather at The Open Mouth, a 500 meter long tunnel at the base of the mountain, leading them to Sodom. Their State Alterer would always be waiting for them. No one ever needed to contact him. With him he would carry 6 cloth purses, each filled with a unique Consciousness Director. Some Consciousness Directors would assist the Sunbringer in bending time/space. Some would facilitate polyrealisation, a process quite akin to gluing one idea to itself until it looked like another one, then repeating the process ad infinitum. Some Consciousness Directors would make muscles fell like metal and bones like air. There were many types. So many more.
Each Sunbringer would open his bag and, without ritual, consume the CD in the fittest manner. Unity 2, who was a song vessel would release the song inside him. He always released the song that contained the highest pressure. This was their signal to walk. The Sun would not rise without them. Onwards.
As he felt existence stutter, Unclear 1 knew that Consciousness Direction had begun. This happened as they stepped out of The Open Mouth. Unity 2 was leading for now, his voice dancing from wall to wall, ricocheting like oscillatory bullets. Unity 2’s baritone was overlaid with alto and soprano tones. It was transcendental overtone singing. Unclear 1, like the rest of the Sunbringers, never asked where these skills came from. He didn’t ask this of himself or of his fellows.
Unclear 1 watched the mountain shrink to what he considered its size. This was the size it would be a few billion years from now. It looked like how it would look after billions of years of wind had continued their slow carving. How it would look after the rains of Three-Rock wore it to a thin frail effigy of the challenging climb that it used to be..
This, is what he climbed. The 4-dimensional example of the mountain. His body knew that it was succeeding in conquering time/space. The lumbering beast that existed over the others didn’t exist to him. He would conquer it with ease. For the Sun.
Remission 3 would swim the cloud path to the top. He knew the way to Sodom as they all did. He just took another route. It differed every time, as weather would have it. If it was raining, he would have to meticulously step on falling raindrops , using each one as a step. It was a meticulous technique but he considered himself a man being of details. He looked up and saw the magnetic field of Three-Rock. He used the planet’s magnetic field as a map to his destination. The would be no problem in getting to the top today. He checked his body, realized that he could not reduce his mass. He’d sever himself from Three-rock by altering his valency. He would polarize in reverse and navigate body to Sodom.
Car radios crackling awake, microwave ovens humming, engines warming up, covered in the moisture of morning. All of these objects could not fathom the duty, the servitude, the willed sacrifice of a Sunbringer.
The mountain seemed slow today. Usually, it attempted to elude him. There were all kinds of tricks it would use. Sometimes, it would slither southwards, trying to hide behind the sea. But the sea was done with the mountain aeons ago. It had relinquished each speck of dust that formed this mountain before him. The sea, assisted by a volcano had given birth to this place, Sodom. It would not take its mountain back, not today.
The mountain seemed apathetic to play. There were times when the moon would blind them with its brightness as it covered the mountain’s tracks.
But not today. Today there was dimness and apathy. It didn’t even try to dodge as he took a peak by the hand and moved it eastward. This peak and its neighbor, which hosted the city of Gomorrah, would wreath the sun this morning. Still 4 felt an aesthetic duty churning within him today. How could one beautify the Sun? He took this question as a challenge to his altered state. The ocean said something but he missed it as he shuffled Gomorrah peak to its wreath position. The Sun will rise…over here. His finger did not point there. Still 4 knew what unnecessary movement did. It moved things unnecessarily. There was no time worth wasting. Every joule of energy had its purpose and should be used accordingly. He trusted his Sunbringer brethren to their duties. Prime 5 would give them an energy expenditure tally on their way back down. He just knew that he would.
It was 4h00. They had all dispersed to their respective positions of maximum utility. It was almost time. Until they brought forth the Sun, it was always almost time. If they didn’t do it, who would?
This story begins with a evocative realization that reality is in itself an altered state, an altered ego if you will
ReplyDeleteSiyabonga Ngcamane for probing the standing strands of the imagination