Preamble Part 4

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There are more of Them than there are of Us. We’ve always been outnumbered. That’s why the people have languished in chains for so long. We’ve done what we can, we’ve provided the relevant knowledge, but still the people suffer. Of course, everything we’ve done has been more than offset by everything They’ve done, all of the irrationality that has been injected into human civilisation over the years, poisoning them from within. They’ve done so much damage, and yet They hide so well. No one can ever find Them, not even Us. We have no problem finding each other when we need to, but we can never find any of Them, so well hidden are They.

We were once well known to the people, they revered Us, practically worshipped Us, or at least the knowledge We gave to them. But that was the problem. The people began to see Us as being the answer to all their struggles, but this is not the case. That is not Our purpose. The people must save themselves, We are merely guides.

So We withdrew. We hid ourselves from the people, disappeared into myth and legend. Since then, many of Us have retreated so deeply that They seem to be lost, or at least, working so deeply in the shadows as to be untraceable. But twelve of Us got together, thousands of years ago, and decided to continue to guide the people from behind the scenes. We established a legend concerning Us, so as never to completely disappear from human knowledge, but for the most part We were considered non-existent. We thought that this would help the people. We could guide them, steer them through their troubles whilst they thought they were doing it all themselves.

In actuality, the people are doing it themselves. The people play the game, We just make the rules, but those rules are so often broken.

What’s needed is a catalyst. We’ve always known this. We need to make the people see what they’re really up against, see the true horror that controls them, see the great evil of the universe with their very eyes. Only then can they unite against it.

Three times we’ve tried before now, to bring him here, and the most recent of those attempts was so disastrous that all seemed lost for a time. But perhaps hope has returned. It’s just a matter of waiting now. The fallout from the last attempt has yet to be truly felt, there’s certainly a great war coming, and this child may be at the centre of it.

He won’t be alone. For a start I will be his guide, and there are the other eleven, who will surely join the fray when the time is right. But he will need his own assistants, his own councillors and advisers, those of his own choosing. And I’ve yet to see the enemy of this war. It’s surely out there, right now, waiting to make the first move. We must be ready.

It will be terrible, it will be brutal, but it will be necessary. The people must be made to see, their eyes must be opened. Only then will they noticed the gilded chains that perpetually shackle them, only then can they break free.

For their freedom is the name of the game. The struggle between Us and Them is merely the struggle for the freedom of the people. For from that struggle emerges the true path, from the eternal strife between opposite forces emerges the pure light of reason that shall guide the people towards divinity. For that same struggle exists inside each and every one of the people, waiting to be resolved at a higher level.

All the people need is something to wake them up.

 

 

Imagine a dancer, alone on the stage. He feels the music, it courses through him. He begins to dance, slowly at first, but soon he gains confidence, he starts to become one with the music, he intuitively knows where it will go next, and he dances accordingly. The music has become his very soul, his very reason to be. He has become so lost in the music that he fails to notice the other dancers, so hidden are they in the shadows. He thinks he is alone, just him and the music. It is his music, it belongs to him, it exists for him, his dancing must be all that there is in the world.

But then another dancer steps forward. She feels the music too, feels it well just like him. He stops, startled at the sudden appearance of this new dancer. But she begins to dance as he did, perfectly in harmony with the music. He realises she must hear it too, just like him and suddenly he is filled with a kind of terror. For now he knows that there is more than just him and the music, for she can hear it too, she dances to it as well as he does. In his terror, he begins to dance again, sometimes in his own way, sometimes mirroring her, and she too steps up her dance, sometimes in her own way and sometimes in harmony with him. Their harmony builds, they begin to know each other perfectly, intuitively predicting what the other will do. Their dance becomes one again, but with two individualities. They are each one, yet they are both together, dancing to the same music, which continues ever on.

At this point, the other dancers emerge from the shadows, shocking the duetting couple. For now they realise that they were never alone. There are myriad others dancing to the same music, albeit in their own way. The dance between the couple is now absorbed by the mass of dancers, each of them dancing in their own way, and the stage becomes a maelstrom of moving bodies, colliding with each other as they attempt to establish their dances into some kind of harmony.

From the writhing mass emerges our couple once again, but now they are accompanied by a third dancer, the one who best understood the pair of them. The couple dance as before, together but individually, whilst the third dancer complements the pair, balancing them out. The balance of this trio is reflected in the group behind them, who all begin to dance in a more orderly fashion.

As order is restored to the group, the trio begin to separate, each becoming more individual in their dancing. The unique characters of each of our three dancers is now being thoroughly explored as the trio become three soloists. As each of the three characters are developed, this is all reflected in the dancing group behind, which attempts to convey all three characters simultaneously. This leads, once again to chaos on the stage, a writhing mass of dancing reflecting three continuously struggling characters.

The dance speeds up. Each dancer in the group is now three in one, each dancer dances the character of the others, individuality is being lost, each dancer is becoming one, the music gets louder and louder, faster and faster, the three characters are now indistinguishable.

Then the dancer opens his eyes. The other dancers are gone. The stage is gone. Only the music remains. Yet he can still feel them, his opposing dancer, their balancing dancer, and all of the other dancers. They are all there, yet only he is there. He looks down at his body, yet he sees nothing there either. There is only the music. There has only ever been the music.