Corruption Cause

 

The stone of Alexandria on her finger, she watched the snow flakes dancing in the air to a song of a shaman beat; from chaos to order. She walked with purpose towards terraced steps made for a Goliath. She had found unseen foot holds which made the climb effortless these days. She recalled needing help the first time and being help too. At the top she was welcomed by doors she knew well to touch of dark and bright of sun. The doors were white, speckled with gold and tall made for the Titans to move through. The handles suspended in the middle of the heavy doors were made of the largest stag antlers curved and wrapped in vines of stinging nettle. She gazed up at the doors and with the key in her mind they opened wide for her to enter. 

The walls were water cascading down, fresh and cool for drinking. Bowls of fire kept the air warm from the open air above. In the distance and the air hummed enlightenment. 

In this open space were doors to places hidden in time surround by the ever flowing water if you have a key. 

In the centers were pillows of clouds of soft fur that when fallen into you would sink into a place of bright glory that caresses you and recharges you batteries in the knowing of Gods love; Always a shroud of things to know and where to find; to move the future.

She glided across the marble stone floor and eyed a space she believed to be the opening to a place she was required to travel. She cupped her palms and clapped them with out touching, with rhythm required. She felt the push and pull of the matter between her hands as she magnetized the air. She looked to the wall of water and she could see it pull towards her ever so slightly showing her the path to walk to get to the artificially cold room surround by metals of all kinds flattened to perfection. She makes forward toward her duty. 

The hum is corrupted cold movement with inconsistent order. This kind of energy always made her skin crawl for longer then she cared for, much like the stinging nettle she had to battle the first time she opened the Titans doors. She knew it was temporary uncomfort. She stands in the bright grey cold room alone with a metal door behind her now. The air still magnetized making the base code easier to read, separating the free radicals in to proper lines of code. She walks around the nonsense noise towards the left side of the room, near the middle toward the back against the wall, there is a table with a screen looking back at her. She stares at the screen a moment having a conversation with a being beyond the screen but no thing can be seen or heard. She smiles at it, as an old friend does that knows they won't be seeing each other again. She bends down and reaches under the table and unplugs the cord connecting the room from the space. In the darkness she can see a dim light now and makes the trek toward the back door where she was told it would be and to open it. 

She opens the door and another light shines down from the heavens for all to know...

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story