Baralai Lotus
Jul 13th, 2005, 05:12:13 PM
Baralai was sitting in the bar on Coreillia, letting his mind wander, thinking about many things. He took a sip from his gin and tonic and placed back on the table, returning to the book he was reading. It was a book on Alchemy and Alchemists of the past, and inside it, there was a prayer. A prayer for Alchemists. . .
I.
1. Light Supreme, who art the Divine in Nature and dwellest in its innermost parts as in Heaven, hallowed be thy qualities and laws!
2. Wherever thou art, all is brought to perfection; may the realm of thy Knowledge become subject unto thee.
3. May our will in all our work be only thee, self-moving Power of Light! And as in the whole of Nature thou accomplishest all things, so accomplish all things in our work also.
4. Give us of the Dew of Heaven, and the Fat of the Earth, the Fruits of Sun and Moon from the Tree of Life.
5. And forgive us all errors which we have committed in our work without knowledge of thee, as we seek to turn from their errors those who have offended our precepts. And leave us not to our own darkness and our own science, but deliver us from all evil through the perfection of thy Work, Amen.
It spoke of God, and his relation to Alchemy. Baralai laughed at the concept. . .God. . .was there even such a thing? To think that one being forged all destinies of man, no it couldn't be such. Man forged his own destiny, not some eternal being. . .to leave it up to that thought was laziness and sinful.
Baralai smirked, but he would make all this true, he would become God. . .that concept that all man dreamed of holy, he would rise to such power. . .but he would be a devil of a God. He would be feared. . .as would his work, but in that fear he would have eternal power. . .living forever as a legend, a symbol.
He smiled as he read the second comment, about perfection, and wherever God went may there be perfection. There would be, all would be as Baralai saw it. . .perfect. He would deliver everyone from the sin and evil of their idleness, showing them perfection. . .it was simply a matter of time and patience. He took another sip from his gin and placed it back on the table.
Slowly the glass fell from the side and shattered onto the floor. Baralai watched as the simple glass created borders for the alcohol to run along, he smirked. . .paying no attention to the large flow, but to the flow that sprayed off the side. It was following the path to the side, free flowing in itself, not containing itself to the borders. Slowly it grew into a puddle and sat still. . .reflecting everything up towards Baralai. The rest of the liquid flowed into the puddle joining it.
Baralai smirked, seeing this as a metaphor for his future. He was the pool, God, who had ignored the borders and thoughts of idiotic man, and when he had stabled himself as God, the other side of humanity joined him, showing everyone that this was as it should be. . .he was in fact God. It was only a matter of time before the world realized this and joined him.
He bowed his head silently and recited the prayer he had just read, but spoke it to himself, not God. In the end of it he smirked reciting the second stanza instead of the fifth and giving a soft, "Amen," as he did so. He looked at the nearest waitress walking by, "I will be requiring another gin and tonic my good woman." He smiled and returned to his book, slowly turning the page.
I.
1. Light Supreme, who art the Divine in Nature and dwellest in its innermost parts as in Heaven, hallowed be thy qualities and laws!
2. Wherever thou art, all is brought to perfection; may the realm of thy Knowledge become subject unto thee.
3. May our will in all our work be only thee, self-moving Power of Light! And as in the whole of Nature thou accomplishest all things, so accomplish all things in our work also.
4. Give us of the Dew of Heaven, and the Fat of the Earth, the Fruits of Sun and Moon from the Tree of Life.
5. And forgive us all errors which we have committed in our work without knowledge of thee, as we seek to turn from their errors those who have offended our precepts. And leave us not to our own darkness and our own science, but deliver us from all evil through the perfection of thy Work, Amen.
It spoke of God, and his relation to Alchemy. Baralai laughed at the concept. . .God. . .was there even such a thing? To think that one being forged all destinies of man, no it couldn't be such. Man forged his own destiny, not some eternal being. . .to leave it up to that thought was laziness and sinful.
Baralai smirked, but he would make all this true, he would become God. . .that concept that all man dreamed of holy, he would rise to such power. . .but he would be a devil of a God. He would be feared. . .as would his work, but in that fear he would have eternal power. . .living forever as a legend, a symbol.
He smiled as he read the second comment, about perfection, and wherever God went may there be perfection. There would be, all would be as Baralai saw it. . .perfect. He would deliver everyone from the sin and evil of their idleness, showing them perfection. . .it was simply a matter of time and patience. He took another sip from his gin and placed it back on the table.
Slowly the glass fell from the side and shattered onto the floor. Baralai watched as the simple glass created borders for the alcohol to run along, he smirked. . .paying no attention to the large flow, but to the flow that sprayed off the side. It was following the path to the side, free flowing in itself, not containing itself to the borders. Slowly it grew into a puddle and sat still. . .reflecting everything up towards Baralai. The rest of the liquid flowed into the puddle joining it.
Baralai smirked, seeing this as a metaphor for his future. He was the pool, God, who had ignored the borders and thoughts of idiotic man, and when he had stabled himself as God, the other side of humanity joined him, showing everyone that this was as it should be. . .he was in fact God. It was only a matter of time before the world realized this and joined him.
He bowed his head silently and recited the prayer he had just read, but spoke it to himself, not God. In the end of it he smirked reciting the second stanza instead of the fifth and giving a soft, "Amen," as he did so. He looked at the nearest waitress walking by, "I will be requiring another gin and tonic my good woman." He smiled and returned to his book, slowly turning the page.