THE W.E.I.R.D Waking Evil Invoking Realistic Dreams

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Chapter 8: The Anchor and the Tether

"Dreams and nightmares eternally weaving.....

Spindles crossed in fabric of existence, the mind continually reaping.....

Reaping the sown reality of the netherworlds in seeking.....

Holy soils, hallowed grounds disturbed and tainted.....

The spirit of Gaea- of the earth mother; speaks of seeds fouled and of roots blackened..... and of trunks of Hades' berth, and of branches of raking death spawning leaves of blood....."

Wise man of many years Red Crow. He can see with both eyes and a mystical third of all things that can and cannot be seen.

"Between this world and the next..... I see a darkness..... a wickedness in plague of primordial influences raised.....

The thing.... The W.E.I.R.D abomination, it spreads....."

I listen patiently to the shaman's words. The man's all- seeing eyes clouded white from a holy man's inner illumination.

As if in answer to my silent thoughts, Red Crow clears his entranced focus and directed his attentions towards me. His face serious and unchanged.

"You- dream walker….. Pilot of the restless being, of the sleeping mind.....

You are the one that must confront the thing....."

I bowed two hands palm flattened together before me in silent respects of the shaman's wisdom before speaking.

Red Crow called on my voice with a silent beckoning of his unfurled fingers that I may speak.

"..... The thing, the unnatural nemesis has already revealed itself to me..... but what of the boy.

For to him too has the nemesis revealed itself with the touch of things selective in primordial channeling."

"..... The boy? One nearing his days of manhood?"

"Yes.....

He is the lantern, the beacon of revelation to this W.E.I.R.D thing's raising.....

He alone can lead us to the place of its anchoring upon this plane."

"..... The boy, he must be tested.....

The elements- the spirits, and shadow will be against you.....

Of life tether and of earth anchor alone shall you enter this primordial sleep of darkness.....

You alone, and the boy- your beacon; then must confront the thing as one. For it shall feed off from mares and from dreams of all, but from greater subconscious thoughts from you both.

My granddaughter Thea, she will mend your talisman and an amulet for each of you will be worn upon your persons.....

The earth anchor will wear the charm of the earth mother Gaea....."

Red Crow handed Margaret an amulet of silver embedded with multiple marbled green gem stones.

"The tether, my granddaughter- she wears her upon her person. Hers shall be of the storms and of the raging winds....."

Red Crow now handed me one of two amulets.

"This amulet is for the boy- for your beacon.....

The red gemstones are of the fires raging from the blood of a phoenix....."

I was now entrusted possession and charge of the boy's protection.

"You dream walker.....

Pilot of the clouds and of the wanderings of the subconscious seas.....

To you I give the amulet of the great fish Bahamut and of the great seething serpent of the sea Tiamat.....

Two opposing forces engaged in eternal conflict."

I marveled on the amulet offered to me by Red Crow.

Embossed gold representations of two mythological creatures Bahamut and Tiamat circling ouroboros the earth clockwise in rotation in what appeared to be a great conundrum of a battle.

Bahamut, the primordial fish was biting on the tail of the great sea serpent with lengthened fangs for teeth. Its scaled fins were spanning from monstrous looking claw like appendages.

The great mythological fish- Bahamut looked similar to a variety of prehistoric water born creature I can not currently recollect on at present.

The great sea serpent Tiamat was snapping its own razor sharp fang filled mouth- its maw on Bahamut's own fin tail, breaking loose bits of armored scale. The serpent's talons attempting to reach the great fish from across the globe.

Multiple gemstones lined the earth in the center of the silver disk that held the golden relief embossed diorama of the two battling element forces.

I thanked Red Crow and handed the shaman medicine man the paper sack with our gifts of offerings.

Red Crow nodded, his demeanor never changing.

His eyes never peering into the sack.

"Return safely, and I shall share toast of drink and of offering in smoke and feast of your honors....

But haste must be made..... The primordial abomination must not be allowed its bed be made."

Red Crow's granddaughter handed me back my talisman as he returned to escort his grandfather indoors.

Margaret and I put our amulets around our necks in unison. My new mystical accessory of focusing thought to lay beneath my own dreamcatcher talisman.

We now have a team, and I have a plan. the boy alone can lead us to the dormant resting place of the primordial aberration.....

It will look like an old gnarled and blackened tree, and this tree when you cut it; it will bleed.....





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