Coracias Caudatus or Golgotha Beach Bar — Chapter 2 of Thrice Fallen
“Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you.” — Karl Gustav Jung
Are we going to Heaven?
[There is no such thing. There’s neither Heaven nor Hell. But if you’d like to entertain the thought, think of this:
The music of Heaven is silence, that of Hell is laughter.
Your choice of where to go, will be based on your soul’s preference and what it is attracted to. But the real question that one should be asking, is which of the two they can stand the longest? After a while… both silence and laughter will become annoying, downright torturing, and they wonder why souls thirst to be reborn.]
What would be your choice, Hermes?
[What thing about the One, you find most interesting?]
To my mind, the most fascinating and worthy of thought of the One’s aspects, is that of the Trickster.
[And you have my answer, Holder of the Sword. I played that part as well; as a matter of fact, did a world tour. It was a great success. A new costume, a new name, a new audience, all at the same time. Those were the days.]
How come we create such concepts, such as Heaven?
[Woken to the realization of a self-made Hell, in typical human fashion, the pendulum is swung the other way. Many forget, but destruction is as equally important as creation is, and in our case, creation is as equally important as destruction is. Though humans are probably the only species that enjoy swimming in the pool of their own piss, at a moment they got to move to cleaner waters.]
We are weird, aren’t we?
[You are You. I am I. Fools and Kings. Warriors and Priests…]
“We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad Gita. Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty and to impress him takes on his multi-armed form and says, ‘Now, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.’” — J. Robert Oppenheimer
To this day, from the cities I have visited, no one has captivated and enchanted me more than Hiroshima.
Tell me Hermes, is the Sky Father, the One?
[But another aspect. He will show you the way to the One.]
[Only the wars to come, will answer that question.]
We flew to another island and arrived at a beach bar, Golgotha Beach Bar. And there, singing a song, enjoying a beer and looking at the endless ocean, was the Sky Father. How he looked, I’ll leave it to your imagination, and yes, he did have a beer belly.
♪ You’re a jar in a track and your goal is to crack. ♪
Hey www, it’s so great to see you again.
I had forgotten my own name; it often happens to me. We shared a hug and sat for a drink.
Again? It seems my memory is in shambles. Nonetheless, it’s quite something to meet you, Sky Father.
It’s quite something to meet you. As you look at us, so we look at you and your kind. And worry not about the memory, these days I’m trying to forget as much as possible; but even the drinking doesn’t help. The world is doomed, but I’d rather be nowhere else. Cheers to that!
Tell me, how’s work been?
Well, I am here. A little bit of it, but progress nonetheless. How has it been for you?
Overworked! These days we’re everywhere, movies, video games, playing cards, whatever you are doing, comics and the list goes on. I do miss the heydays of Theodosius.
Yet, even though we are back, few understand our stories. Let it be so, there’s not only one way to the mountain’s top.
You want to go the all way?
I want to go somewhere, but I don’t fully know how and why. Plus, I feel like a ping-pong ball being moved around. I find myself to be in a strange place in life. Maybe just another kid who has read and thought a bit more than your average Joe; with maybe too much free time. This and that and I think if I keep going, less I’ll make sense.
Let me share a secret with you, www. The One chooses his warriors carefully. Those who forgive the most, they will be challenged the most. Their sadness and madness are the foundations of existence. My blood is the tears you have shed!
The lost will find their way. As a matter of fact, they might be the only ones who are on the right path.
You see, there are three reasons why you and your fellow earthborn were granted the gift of the divine spark. The first you already know, the two others soon you shall know. You might naturally say: I wish to partake in none of them. All bullshit!
The music of silence, the wisdom of nothingness, the fullness of emptiness… peace. We tend to see the world in opposites, for things are simpler that way. To not understand and to understand, right and left, victory and defeat, light and darkness… they support each other, they forgive each other, truest of friends. One before, www in between, one after; a seesaw. I do miss those.
You see, less I’ll make sense… or do I?
Can I share a poem I wrote with you?
Please do, I used to write poetry too.
You are the wind my son,
The wind that grants the seed wings,
And takes it far away,
To lands ruled by men of clay.
You are the seed my son,
The seed that grows and blooms;
Loved by the sun,
Loved by the moon.
You are the bee my son,
The bee that kisses the flower.
Is there desire?
Pure, pure fire.
You are the honey my son,
The honey that feeds you,
As you rise,
The winds do too.
What say you, will it ever be published?
Where and for which audience?
For those who know neither death nor birth.
The hymn to Shambhala!
We laughed, shared stories, drank and laughed even more.
May I ask you, Ptah. Why was the sword entrusted to me?
Where you’ll go, you’ll better go prepared.
And where will I go next?
[Eridu-daro, The City!]
Quite the place indeed. I rarely visit it these days, only when a certain someone forgets to buy the right snacks. Salt or paprika! Can I be any clearer? Anyway, remember these two things while you are there, dearest of friends and drinking buddy.
Follow Dionysus and pee on some volcano,
and beware, what you worship, will become your bane!
We hugged once more and He put his headphones on and started vibing to one of his favorite playlists.
Third chapter of Thrice Fallen :)