Sunday, January 3, 2010

"Quadrivium: The Devil, As I"--a mythological tale

There is a story told about a tribe of native American nomads who called themselves the Watashati, who believed their spirits would continue to wander the Earth—the great plains—after their death. This process was not however open to all tribesman, but only a select few who mastered a technique of spiritual telepathy. It is said among these practices, the ability to see into the future allows the member to meet the spirit of the encompassing person by which they will one day ‘coincide’ in a future lifetime. In their knowledge of advanced spiritual telepathy, a master spiritualist would free themselves of their physical body and in an almost epileptic trance, move into spiritual realms of time that were yet to exist. The people believed every person was a representative of the soul or the spirit and each spirit was given a guardian—or a Guardian Prince of Heaven as they were referred. The Great Creator assigned a guardian prince to every soul and their duties included a conscientious reminder of good deeds and actions and a primary service of protection against the Angel of Death and his many legions of servants. Today we call them guardian angels or in agnostic terms, a conscience.

Upon success, the member of the Watashati people could secure an extension of life after death, waking again in spirit form at the birth of a newborn child years or even centuries later. This magical experience did not come however without its side effects. There are horrific tales of master spiritualist getting ‘lost’ between the two worlds, having tapped into a future to meet their Earthly partner just before birth. Master headsmen of the Watashati are told of sharing such tales and of the fate of those people whose partner died at birth, having their spirit taken away to an abyss by the Angel of Death alongside the spirit of the unborn child. Back in their present state, the member of the Watashati would become ‘lost’ or as they say in modern medicine, senile, suffering the loss of mind and living the remainder of their days in torment, being unprotected themselves without the aid of a spirit or Guardian Prince.

Such was the case when an elderly woman, a matriarch in her own respective clan, as she became ‘lost’ during one of her telepathic trances. Unlike most members she was able to return back to the present in right mind but told of a horrific tale and the fight between the Angel of Death and the child’s Guardian Prince of Heaven. Her escape was secured only after disrupting the Angel of Death long enough for divine intervention to intercede and the boy’s guardian was able to prohibit the boy’s spirit to be taken.

As her story is told, upon arrival into the spiritual world, some five generations into the future, the Angel of Death was suffocating the boy’s spirit, choking him with enlarged fingers that coiled around his neck many times over, like a band of snakes. The boy’s guardian was able to break the boy loose, but in the battle for his life, the Guardian Prince fell, never to return to Heaven and never gain to serve a greater cause.

This woman, known among her people as Chepetewa—or great tree of good and evil as she was known in the Watashati tongue—was able to ward off the Angel of Death in a series of tormenting screams, which allowed time for the boy’s spirit to encompass his body. She watched as the boy was pulled away by ‘two great hands’ in a world of ‘bright lights.’ Later, she would tell of a dream where the Great Creator came to her in a vision and said, “As the boy’s Guardian Prince has fallen, so shall you be charged over his life the entire length of his time on the Great Plains. Without the aid of higher angelic power, you will now become responsible to the fight against the hoard of demons who will forever work to recapture and reclaim his soul. And in that fight, they will forever torment you.” After sharing the tale only once among the people, the matriarch, Chepetewa, fled to the mountains knowing she would have to prepare her spirit for the daunting task that now lay ahead in wait for her. She was never to be seen again, nor her remains to be found, but legend of the Watashati say how on nights of the full moon, during the strongest pull of the Earth’s life force, or gravity, you can hear her wail for the spirit of the Guardian Prince who fell and for the agony lay waiting for the boy child.

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