THE SCRIBE
The Scribe wasn’t born in this world. He came from ‘outside’. The plants refer to him as ‘Interloper’ and despite many attempts, the trees choose not to speak to him. But regardless of what his place is within this realm, he has spent the sum of many lifetimes exploring its reaches.
He has vague memories of a time when things were very different but remembers very little of who or what he used to be. The rabbit headed man recalls a time when change wasn’t such a frequent occurrence and when the trajectory of growth could be more easily calculated and prepared for. These days, a second can become an eternity and a hundred years can pass by in an instant.
Temple of Choice
The Scribe is a scholar and a traveler, he spends his days researching and recording everything he learns into his internal journal. Long ago, he discovered a method of travel which involves traversing through special doorways that lead to separate fragments of the infinite.
When choosing a door, he must be careful, as often times he cannot go back. The doorways he travels through transcend time and space, he has even encountered alternate versions of himself from alternate timelines, separated by the choices they make.
Through his studies, he has discovered how to affect physical reality with thought and willpower alone. Fire, water, shelter, food, and even some forms of travel are all possible creations through one’s own mind, so long as the necessary particles are nearby. For example: you can quite easily create fire. All you need to do is hold some dry leaves in your hands and blow as you feel the sun’s warmth shining through you. But in an equal exchange this power comes with its own list of risks as the scribe learnt early on and recorded in his journal; “I have discovered that it is very difficult to traverse this world independently. Most must find shelter under a great tree or archetypal entity and remain there. The mind is one’s greatest tool for survival and to lose control over your mind is to experience total dissipation, mentally and physically. Ironically the best way to take control over your mind is to let it rest, through non-judgmental observation, rather than avoidance or overreaction. (see chapter 32 on dissipation)”
Chapter 32, The Journal of the scribe:
“Life is not so finite as it appears. When one’s body reaches the end of its cycle, or if the cycle is cut short, a separation occurs as awareness and body spread outwards and merge into the surroundings or with some other entity.
“In this world, the separation of the self (dissipation) has taken the place of true death. Life is not as finite as I believe it used to be. I would say that most of us have experienced dissipation in some form or another. It occurs when one collapses under the weight of their own thoughts and/or emotions, the self dissolves and merges with its surroundings, including any entities that happen to be nearby.
Reforming one’s self (self-coagulation) is a matter of stepping backward in order to go forward, its about remembering how it feels to truly exist, embracing and experiencing, rather than avoiding. Having dissipated more than once, I have forgotten much of what I was in ages past, this is one of the reasons for why I have written this journal, it is a way for me to remember if I dissipate again.
Size is relative and many who dissolve will have their form consumed by a more relevant being. However this doesn’t appear to be such a terrible thing, I have seen it happen; there is a mutual agreement that occurs before the merger, both parties seem to do so willingly as far as I know… perhaps this process will continue to occur until we become one complete entity, or maybe, from the right perspective, this is what we already are?”
Reality:
Here are two excerpts from the scribe’s journal on his perception of the nature of reality:
“Size is entirely relative and some beings know how to either shrink or enlarge themselves to fit within the different spaces of reality. Others are confined to the space they were born into. Those confined to their spaces will often look for the shelter of that which is larger like the shell of a great tortoise or the back of a fallen Titan.”
“The titans held sway over reality up until their fall, now there are some who have chosen to live on the fallen Titan’s backs, thus confining themselves to their old laws. Others have harmonized with the Treeseers and live in their world of The Waking Dream where physical reality is intwined with thought and mind. Many have decided to connect with specific ‘deities’ or ‘archetypes’, which are their own entities comprising of multiple minds and awareness’s just like a multicellular organism. These great beings often grow like a snowball, their size and power being dependent on the success of those that have merged with them. However many of these deitic beings have harmonized with Treeseers, and vice versa, so I personally believe that harmony among worlds is truly possible.”
Reality Continued:
“We find mental stability and safety when we lend our minds to something greater. I however have chosen to remain under my own independence, this decision comes with its difficulties, but it allows me to travel in ways that others can not.”
Sometimes the Scribe feels as though he is holding on to something that is slipping away, he doesn’t know what it is or whether he should continue to grasp hold of it or let it go. Occasionally he sees the same confliction in the eyes of others who wander too. He helps them find direction in their travels, and they do the same for him.
He remembers a woman being of importance to him. She is someone he continues to find and then lose again. Her name, appearance and purpose seem to change depending on the circumstance. But he knows that he is bound to her in some way, and that he feels safer when he is in her presence