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    Gem of Silence
    Gem of Silence
    Gem of Silence
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    Gem of Silence

    By André Consciência

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    Fantasy often tells us of faeries, gnomes, salamanders, mermaids and the enchanted nobility of the human soul as we learned it from Paracelsus. For the fantasy genre there is no dead nature, everything lives. But despite of its animistic aspects, not often did it chose the perspective of the magical entity, and not once, an approach to it's proper language, a language of the elements. This book is its spelling and a voyage trough the imaginary realm of the four philosophical dimensions, an adventure in the fashion of Dante's Divine Comedy.  

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMelting Books
    Release dateOct 21, 2018
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      Gem of Silence - André Consciência

      Gem of Silence

      65

      (6+5=11: the formula of completion of the Great Work)

      © André Henrique de Oliveira Consciência 2018

      House: Melting Books

      Series: The Odur-u Chronicles

      Author: André Consciência

      1.

      The Sun breaks on the rocks with a cry and the stones moan and men sleep on the ground with their inner lights turned on. I stop by the foot of a tree, it whistles out of tune. I extend my hands like a shadow and repair one of its nerve connections. It will rain. It is written at the heads of dolmens. Inside the mountain my father wakes. The birds lift, the lizards are going to run into the heart of darkness, leaves are loose and sing in places. The sun sets and, in the caves, the fireflies flashing. And I saw a lot and the years passed over the centuries. And then my father, who inhabited the mountain because he is the mountain, moved out of place, and a melted star in the center of the earth opened like a huge eyelid. A gem fell on my lap. Then we sat down to make trees grow with months. The gem knew of my existence. It was vigilant; not all gems know, or watch. It told me the story of someone who died to wake it up.

      In the Formative Age, somebody devoid of shade turned about that jewel to reverse and accelerate the flow of things and destroy all that could be destroyed, leaving one stone in the world alone. He himself perished and then wind, dust and nothing.

      Many, waiting in silence, came to know of my purchase. Nevertheless, the stone-rebelled against everything that was temporal and I turned out the light and woke up the rocks. Then it was the long way walking pass the houses of orange spherical lights and crossing the gardens of concentric and explosive perfumes. In the valleys, day and night mixed up at any time in a golden form, and the land it was stripped and there was only rock and dust. The moon and the sun permeated the pores of the earth and soon tired of her anger the moon yawned against the clouds, and one day there were so many of those clouds that the sun stopped and the moon and the constant fife of the stars, the ground started to shudder with a storm that an invisible star grabbed and natural formations thundered. I could feel my companion walking in the distance, lying with the trembling earth. At her intent, the ground glowed and lit extensive in the desert: her palace aglow. In it, she was almost alone, but every dark corner whispered. We made love on a marble altar.

      2.

      These rocks are increasingly hurt, but the erosion patterns are still beautiful as a work of art, she said, her voice deep and resonant but a trumpet that sounds light to overshadow the night. In recent years, I have talked to the forces that shaped these lands and to those that will consume it. See she put the fingertip in the affluent well, filled to the top the concentration of minerals has changed sucked water from the finger with a funny noise Even the trees, almost only light and air, changed its course, and the plants at every word she spoke, Carmus emitted a pulse that went trough the vaults and reflected back images, structures and geological compositions. Sometimes, when I was with her, I looked at my body and had nothing, a cloak of shadows, awareness and silence. Thoughts rarely penetrated my mind and the world took very little of me. But she was rich and I was fertile.

      3.

      At this point, we interrupted our dialogue, as dusk sat down to look at the stars. Then it was dawn. When the first light touched the face of my beloved she heard it and felt rejuvenated. Curve, shape and weight became so fascinating and wonderful. My abundant silence became a magic fountain and I sipped the beauty of the planet. Gravity grabbed me and I hovered on its weight. In the palace of Carmus at the top of the wilderness there was grass and green blades talked eagerly driven by the freshness of the wind. On the other hand, the silence of the land across the ages: I saw one of the first fiery mountains, and the clamorous ocean, and a voice that called for all life. Upon this, my conscience had become subtle and penetrating, I lifted the gem to the sun and went on to its atomic structure, its mass and its shape. Things around me flowed for me, the silence of the world was not bleak but compassionate and yet, nothing I could grasp visited this gem. Then Carmus awakened, the muscles gaining steel to reach the watchful look of a middle-aged woman, but silver-haired, gray eyes and gray dresses. By gaining posture, she emanated as a queen. Even for me, the presence of her power was difficult to identify and I realized that she had traveled immensely by visionary ways while the stars were up. She gave me sweet amber and then her eyes seemed to make a decision. She began to listen to the silence of that jewel, her conscience lost form and hovered above and within the gem. I could hear the earth's secrets reveal themselves around this, new mountains had already disappeared, as if tents in the nomadic work of a god, and Carmus stood and opened the young stars, the constellations metamorphing in a race towards night eternal, but the stone was not pronounced. Carmus went silent herself. All around us just the unpronounceable anonymity of the Gem. Moments later, our silence began to dream in our chests and to burst upon our stony figure. Then a red lion, and then vanished.  Now Carmus was standing to the young stars again.

      4.

      The enthusiasm faded. Our ears and our eyes on the rocks and stones and the moon began to shine, it was again night, but for us, the brightness of this moon was mixed with the odd flash of moonlight from billions of years ago. I touched the jewel with the tip of my tongue in a new attempt to understand its molecular structure, its quality and purity. Perhaps this friend is beyond our reach, a diamond opens up for us as a woman who reveals her passion after being touched by desire in depth. And maybe, we have no power to conquer this woman I said, without dissuading Carmus. A diamond is provided with filaments connecting matter and spirit, to map them is to look for the source of its beauty. That effort is too great for this demand? She said.

      5.

      Again, I took into account the substance and the roots of that gem, it lost form, structure, weight and density to burst into light. My mind went with it. In one flight we traveled together trough the space behind all images, feelings, thoughts, and yet nothing fell or rose of this precious stone. At that moment Carmus took me by the hand waking me and we flew to the heart of silence under her domains. In this region, the soil was watered by a small golden blackness, streams which ran with distilled water, distant mornings. Trees were black

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