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Genesis Of Vayha: From Hyvn To Eyrh
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Spoken as a dream
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“I have a longing too my child.” The Mother said while watching her favorite create forest, adding new diversity like a new quilt patch to the growing sea of trees below her seat. Color was not yet perceived, but the trees’ leaves were still shades of green—not yet out of necessity but because of instincts left over from the last cycle of existence.
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Two chairs facing each other, within a house on top of a hill that is surrounded by a garden that becomes a forest as the hill becomes a mountain that becomes an island world existing in the center of a great realm of nothing but potential—powyr.
A family lived on this island, and its members live there still, save one. The Mother has left her chair and gone through into another place leaving the island world and her kin behind, and the family is torn and exists in no more than fragments.
The Father has withdrawn into himself in a way that makes him almost as distant as the Mother. The children go in different directions; free of even the semblance of order the family had maintained when it was still whole.
Almost half the children content themselves with play and block out their loss. The rest have more definite desires and thoughts.
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Of the children, about equal numbers are boys and girls. There are also a number of children whose sexual family roles are not so easily defined. Some favor the sex of both the Mother and the Father, some favor a sex that seems all its own, and some like the child that now marches numbly towards the whirlpool of dark lights at the mountain top that marks the spot where the Mother left, seem to be devoid of any sort of sex at all.
This sexless child was one of Mother’s favorites, was the one she spoke to of longing. When the Mother left her island world, this child and her other favorites tried immediately to follow. But the eight siblings, who had always thought themselves closest to the Mother, could not. Each time they tried, they simply fell asleep and were tossed down the mountainside by the swirling dark lights. They were trapped a universe away from her, and felt the unfathomable distance keenly.
Now only the sexless child, the youngest of the eight, keeps trying. The child continues to throw itself into the whirlpool, doing so even after giving up hope of making it through. And it hasn’t just lost hope; it doesn’t feel much of anything any more. The others have left the young one, and mourn the loss of the Mother together and separate from their other siblings.
With the Mother long gone there is a growth in perception and color is perceived by some. The world is now only black, white and shades of gray to the ignorant. Such as the sexless child favorite, who resists any such growth.
The child favorite clings to shreds of the familiar and does not understand why she left. Its immature mind often tries to reason why and her words, “I have a longing too my child” echo through its memory. It had thought that it was favored even among her favorites. But now, with the Mother being gone an age, it has became fixated only on the fact that she left, and is coming to think that she does and did not like the former favorite of favorites after all.
As the child marches it thinks of its siblings that seem to have forgotten the Mother. They don’t need her; their love is for themselves. They didn’t deserve her and she has forgotten them—and forgotten me. Why? She never needed them or me. She is stronger then we could ever grow to be. Her love is for herself now. Was it always?
The last thought stuns the child a bit and it stops and looks around for a distraction. The Father, rooted to the ground and indifferent, dominates the view above him. He still grows. Still covers himself with layer after layer. Does it protect him?
The child shifts a little from its usual path and walks up towards the Father. He won’t answer me. He has his favorites about him, following his example—becoming as rooted and indifferent to all. But maybe they have secrets. Maybe they even have found a way to the Mother. No, they care only about the Father—who is before them, but ignores even them. They must only be trying to talk to him, entangling their small roots with his. It is not for me.
The child shifts back to its usual path and passes by the Father and his worshiping children. Stepping carefully though the untended garden, it arrives once again at the whirlpool of dark lights, which sits before the door of the house. The young one watches the spiral hypnotized, and it seems to the child that the whole mountain rotates around the Mother’s whirlpool.
The child says to no one, “I’m lost but I don’t care” then closes its physical eyes and blanks its awareness. Not sleep, not awake. It discards its thoughts and throws itself into the center of the swirling darkness as hard as it can, treasuring the feeling of oblivion that always rises to claim it.
It doesn’t dream. It doesn’t anything. If time passes it is not aware.
Awareness returns in steady portions like a heartbeat. As always the first portion recognizes that it is lying in the forest at the foot of the mountain, and the second reminds it that the Mother is still gone. Normally the next thing that the child would be aware of would be its lack of hope and general depression. But this time the cycle is broken. The seven other former favorites are gathered close around it, waiting for it to wake up. The young one shrinks back as if to hide. Reminded harshly by their presence of why it’s so sad. Leave me alone, I just want to sleep forever. I’ll become a tree for the Mother, and grow layer after layer to distance me from all. They ignore the child’s unspoken request for solitude and grab it. The physical touch of other beings after an age of nothing stuns it into a more wakeful and aware state. It looks at the excitement emanating from them and becomes curious about what they want to show it.
They call to it, addressing it as “Vayha”. And it understands that it has been named. The others, it knows, already have names. It had never cared enough to name itself when the practice became popular some time after the Mother left. But it knows all their names and nods to Svlug, who is the eldest among them, accepting the name Vayha. Then Svlug pulls Vayha up the mountain a ways and stops. The others follow closely.
Svlug, a female, says. “Dear Vayha we have a surprise for you. Youngest and most favored among us, Vayha you know best of all that we have not the powyr to travel the same path as the Mother. But we have found another way to follow her to eyrh, the universe that she has traveled to.”
Vayha shakes off the last of its lethargic thoughts. What? Svlug had just said that they had found a way to be with the Mother again, and in addition she had just honored the sexless child by calling it the most favored among them. Too much. Vayha slowly absorbs this and becomes wary. It has grown use to wanting oblivion, and has felt a growing bitterness to the Mother for leaving it. But its elder sibling’s words stick and take root. But it could be. After a brief internal struggle, Vayha hacks away the bitterness and gives in to the growing hope. With its state of depression dispelled it reverts to something like what it was before the Mother’s abandonment. And if it is….
The shreds fall. Ignorance is broken, and the leaves are green for the first time to its eyes. I’ve grown.
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Spoken as history
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Svlug demonstrated how it was to be done, by being first, which was her right as eldest. Vayha followed its fellow favorites as each picked out separate spots, and in order of birth followed the Mother into the place Svlug had called the universe of eyrh.
Svlug had explained that the Mother had brought eyrh closer to their universe in order to travel to it, and that the two universes were gradually drifting apart again. It was not going to be possible to follow the Mother for much longer.
Before she left, Svlug had showed Vayha that they could feel the Mother at her chosen spot. She explained that each of them, except it, had already chosen spots that they liked on the mountain, and that if Vayha wanted to come that it would have to hurry and find a place, after they had left, and follow. Vayha was amazed and in love with the subtle awareness of the Mother that it felt at Svlug’s spot. And as the young one went along it felt the Mother at all the other spots chosen by its siblings. Each one tasted a little different and Vayha remembered Svlug explaining that the Mother was concentrated in different parts of eyrh, and that these parts corresponded to seemly random spots on the mountain.
Svlug said to Vayha. “Each place is special, distinctive. You will not have much time, it grows harder to feel her, but you should look around a little for a spot that appeals to you more than others. It should be your special spot.”
Vayha had been confused about the Mother being in multiple places at once. Svlug had nodded and explained that she had dispersed herself, metamorphosed into the life flows of the realm and that to follow her properly they were going to do the same, but within a smaller area of eyrh because they were so much less than her.
Svlug had seemed excited but uncomfortable explaining the details of how the finale was to be performed. Vayha thought it understood; their relationship could only be imperfect with her. The eight of them intended to follow the Mother but being so much less could not do so exactly.
They also decided not to burn their bridges like the Mother had done, Svlug emphasized this. They intended to make sure that the path they took would allow them to return, or for their other siblings to follow, even as the universes drifted so that the Mother could no longer be felt through the mountain’s skin.
To accomplish this each of the eight would in part become Gateways, existing on their chosen mountain spot and eyrh at the same time. A sort of hand on the mountain while the rest of their selves would disperse throughout a small area of eyrh, their chosen piece of the Mother.
Vayha watched Svlug become a Gateway and disperse. It had considered just following through a Gateway already made, but then lost interest in that idea when its awareness of the Mother in that spot faded with the appearance of the Gateway, replaced by Slvug’s taste. As Vayha looked through the Gateway at the world on the other side, it had second thoughts about what they were doing. It considered the possibility that they were hurting the Mother in some way.
Vayha tried to talk to the others about its concerns but they were committed to following their eldest’s lead and did not listen. Vayha could feel Svlug’s presence, both close and distant. Sending through the Gateway with a tendril of its powyr, it asked Svlug about what it was like. Speaking very slowly she answered, and simply told it and the others that tried sending, to leave her alone and make their own Gateways.
This desire for solitude had confused Vayha, Svlug had always been relatively social and she had specifically used the possibility that the Gateways could be used by their remaining siblings to travel through and visit as a selling point. But with the deed done Svlug seemed to not want company of any kind.
Vayha checked with several of the others after they became Gateways, and they all had similar attitudes. So it had grown to have serious second thoughts by the time it watched the seventh Gateway made by the last of its fellow favorites. Even so after it was alone and directly facing looming depression, that seemed more stifling then comforting, Vayha soon found itself searching for a nice spot of its own to become aware of the Mother.
It took Vayha enough time to touch the edge of desperation before it could find a spot. And it had to stretch its awareness to the limit before finding it. The sexless child could feel the Mother growing distant and knew that if it was going to make a Gateway it would have to do so very soon. Vayha contemplated what it had learned by watching and talking to its fellow favorites during and after they made their Gateways.
Others were coming. Vayha was so focused on the Mother it hadn’t noticed them until they were very close—eight of Vayha’s siblings, all telling it not to make another Gateway.
Vayha thought about the torture of awareness without the Mother, and decided. It would have liked to hunt for other available spots so it could compare and choose the best match, but out of time it forced a fit. The authoritarian siblings tried to stop the hole forming around the young favorite, but it grew too fast and they only arrived in time to gaze at the new Gateway with frustration. Vayha had watched the seven others made, and knew something was going wrong with its hurried work. Forced fit and fading presence. Then, all was black.
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Not oblivion. What was Vayha was surprised. Did I fall asleep? Thinking was hard; coherence was impossible. A remnant of memory flickered. Mother warned me never to fall asleep. The scattered being was making some connections, and reforming a portion of its presence. It could sense nothing outside of the bits of self that it had already reconnected. It instinctively searched for more with blind tendrils of life—not powyr.
Another memory flickered. Eyrh? It contemplated but got lost. Then a sliver of its past replayed.
“Are they my children Mother?” Tiny fauna flowed with flora. Vayha’s patch of forest grew with a will of its own, mixing with the other patches as naturally as a river flowing into a sea.
“No, that isn’t something for you to do. Tend your garden my child, make your gift to the wild there.”
Look at me Mother. “Do you like my garden?”
“It’s my favorite, just like you.”
The sliver allowed its thoughts to progress. I’m following you Mother; I’ll make gardens again. I’m sorry I stopped, but I got so sad without you.
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Wakefulness came so slow that it was not sure who or what it was. It did know that it had accomplished something, a journey and transformation of some kind. It listened and could hear a voice that it loved. The voice helped Vayha remember, and it knew the voice to be the Mother, but the meaning was lost to it. She was sending too slowly.
Vayha waited for ages for the whole meaning to come to it, and it finally heard all that she was trying to say. “What have you done my children? I remember you eight as the most dutiful What do you do now? I can not make you leave my flows, but if you must stay then please don’t stifle—you must let go of yourselves and let the wild of your worlds’ guide you. Know that the wild is me, my great instinct guiding the life flows of this realm, especially including the worlds within it it that each of you have claimed.”
Vayha tried to puzzle out all that she meant and why. It finally saw that it had been trying to force its piece of eyrh, its world, into something like the land of its birth, like the forests it had made while playing. Vayha decided that the Mother didn’t want that, that instead she wanted it to do… nothing.
Vayha meditated and found the peaceful simplicity of that was perfect. Supporting this was the simple pleasure it felt at being in the Mother’s presence again. This return to tranquility denied boredom despite its character growth since the Mother had left. It slipped it a semi slumber, content to just exist with her and reminisce about its early childhood. So the Mother’s request was accepted by the vindicated favorite with no fuss and barely a whisper of regret.
While Vayha had listened to the Mother, it was aware of the part of itself that was the Gateway partially still on the mountain of its birth. And that part sensed a sibling standing nearby—a sibling that Vayha remembered as I’io, one of the eight that had tried to stop it from bridging the realms. I’io was one of the few whose sex favored both the Mother and the Father. Vayha knew it could talk to the multi-sexed sibling, but was afraid. So it kept quiet and generally ignored the small part of itself stuck in the other universe.
As the ages passed Vayha’s Gateway remained unused—physically. It pondered why and realized that I’io was probably guarding against its use. But though it was idle, Vayha felt through it with increasing frequency something—odd. It meditated in the zen state of awareness and came to understand it was intelligent contact with consistent flavors it recognized as coming from its home realm. Vayha realized that its Gate was idle because the minor contact was not physical or even identifiably of powyr. It saw that somehow the ghost-like tendrils of presence were getting around I’io and bridging the gap between the realms without directly using its Gateway—using the hole without opening the door.
Vayha couldn’t follow the tendrils, what it felt was very delayed, an echo. So it surveyed its world for the flavors, or any evidence that the foreign tendrils were affecting change. Its hope that the presence was purely observational was dashed half way through its check when it discovered a garden. In finished the rest of its survey in a gradually subsiding panic. There ware only a few small gardens, and they existed like bubbles in water. Most of them didn’t last till its next check, though others took their place.
So though still worried, Vayha found calm and found itself grateful to I’io for the apparent guarding against physical entrance into its world, and limiting the contact and changes to something it felt possibly was insignificant to the Mother’s great instinct.
Vayha continued to track the changes as best it could and tried to puzzle out the intent behind it. It also tried to identify the entities, specifically, by their flavor. After a decent time of thoughtfulness it figured they were siblings frustrated at being left behind and were jealous of its closeness to the Mother. Praise I’io. If they could, I’m sure they’d come and make changes of radical scale—compared with impermanent bubble gardens made now with mere ghostly tendrils.
Vayha noticed that some gardens were lasting longer, a few even growing and possibly blending into the surrounding forest rather then popping like a good bubble should. With this new data in mind it pondered the Mother’s very specific request to do nothing to its world. Vayha felt it understood the Mother’s intent was that no one but her instinct should do anything. Vayha wanted to obey, but it felt to do so strictly allowed others to disobey. With Mother’s trust this world is my responsibility, and with her grace I intend to prevent any major changes caused by others not just refrain from making my own. Mother guide my hand, let my intent be at peace with yours.
Only a few relative moments after Vayha worked out its intent to fight change, the life flows of the world that function as the surrogate for its body rippled. Stunned, Vayha concentrated and reached states of zen to steady the flows and have a higher awareness. It caught a familiar scent and tracked it to a patch of totally foreign flora inhabited by equally foreign fauna. As it watched in shock, the bubble popped and the patch mixed with the surrounding forest. This is too much more then gardens. What has happened?
Struck by an epiphany, Vayha recognized the scent as being the same as one of the flavor’s from his home realm, just in a different form. He checked for gardens and found that no more were being made. They had been replaced by patches of foreign life covered in the stench of what Vayha was sure was one of his siblings. After another survey it updated the one to six distinct scents, each one corresponding to a tendril flavor.
Since the contaminations were physical, Vayha figured they were somehow coming through its Gateway like the tendrils, but it could find no evidence of this. In checking though, Vayha did notice that the flavor echoes inside its Gateway were less then usual. It thought about how this could be connected as it achieved the necessary states of zen for manipulating the life and powyr flows directly and extravagantly. It then tried isolating and controlling the patches but they spread too quickly and integrated too well for anything so rigid.
Frustrated, Vayha saw it had neither the speed nor the delicacy to handle the contaminations head on. That failing, it considered two options. There was triggering a mass extinction to cleanse the world, or there was rolling with the changes and helping the world adapt—taking what control it could where it could. Vayha guessed the extinction would limit its strength proportionally to the thinning of the life flows, and that in such a weakened—possibly unconscious—state it could hardly assure the cleansing succeeded.
Reluctantly, Vayha shifted to considering the other option. It thought over the Mother’s words, and saw that the extinction would change the world more then doing nothing. The actual area the patches covered at any one time was minuscule compared to the over all area of the world. So, it decided to let the world be.
Vayha watched and rarely saw a need to help its world adapt. The native life absorbed all the patches with barely a blip in the flows. Vayha knew it was missing something big, but after seeing no catastrophic changes in an age it relaxed into thinking that though big maybe the something wasn’t important. So, it stopped focusing on the patches.
The world thrived. The life flows strengthened and it actually felt wise at doing nothing, forgetting how reluctant it had been to do so. Never had watching its world been more enjoyable. Before, the growth of the life flows had been too gradual for it to really appreciate. Amazed, Vayha saw that in parts the world had begun to resemble the forests it had made in hyvn while playing at the Mother’s feet, but on a much grander and more intricate scale.
Beautiful. Vayha had to love the planet’s new wild complexity balanced by stable life flows. As it watched the forests evolve and grow, Vayha felt at peace and recognized release zen—a state of being it had rarely achieved in hyvn and never with such ease. Vayha felt a profound sense of well being at achieving this state, which caused a small earthquake in the only fully southern continent—a release of pent-up tension.
Meditating, reveling in the love of the Mother and the steady growth of the world’s life flows, Vayha watched the ages go by. Then in a moment’s flash a huge something came physically from its home realm. The something did not use its Gateway; it could not have fit anyway because of its enormous size. It was like a smaller version of Vayha’s world, and it immediately began to orbit its world as a moon like the world in turn orbited the sun as a planet.
This was no minor contact from hyvn, or minor contamination of foreign flora and fauna. This was an invasion, with a whole spectrum of entities. It happened too fast for Vayha to react effectively, since it was attuned to the planet—its time that of a stalactite compared to the relatively lightning fast invasion.
This time instead of a ripple in the flows there was a violent warping, which effectively knocked Vayha out of consciousness. It stayed in this shattered state until a few world spins after the flows relatively settled. Then in a way similar to waking after its initial arrival, Vayha’s consciousness recoalesced and it figuratively opened its eyes.
Vayha saw, and was now a part of, the new world. And though small with a diameter nearly one third of its world, its life flows were nearly equal. The moon had life flows of every flavor in hyvn, its home realm. Vayha realized it was bigger then hyvn proper—its island homeland, and had a crazy thought that hyvn proper was inside the moon with all its siblings and the Father in the middle, coming finally to take the Mother back.
It quickly concentrated and looked at and into the moon. Okay, no siblings, but the dominate ones are still too much for me. It shifted to its world and studied the radical changes in shock. The moon’s emptied into my world—it still does. Vayha considered trying to stop dead the tsunami flowing from the moon as it took stock of itself using the zen states awareness and focus.
The life flows were stretched thin between the world and the moon, but Vayha didn’t feel limited by this. He even felt stronger as his surrogate body was bigger and wondered if what he felt was something like what the Mother felt being stretched out among many different worlds.
However despite its new found strength, Vayha could not see how anything, even a mass extinction, could even slow the flora/fauna invasion, let alone contain all the entities and return the world to something like it was. I could roll a little, I could contain the weaker ones, but more—I need help.
Vayha called out to the Mother in a desperate sending. “Something drastic has happened, that I know you must feel and understand. I ask for, I plead for your help. I’ll do what I can till I hear all your intent. But know that even if they weren’t too fast the dominant ones are too strong for my touch; no barriers of mine could hold them.”
And, after an age the Mother began to respond. Vayha’s world was not the only one to be assaulted in such a manner. The Mother was dispersed throughout an entire galaxy, and worlds all over her galaxy were being invaded. Vayha’s was just the first and the largest, but because it was the only world with a Gateway to so be so assaulted, was the most significant.
***The Mother focused herself and looked through Vayha’s faster moving eyes at the invaders of its planet. She saw that the dominant entities had come from her homeland. They were descendants of her God children, and were a thousand times less powerful than their parents. But left unchecked they had enough powyr to make major changes, and had begun doing so in ways that were appalling to her.
She fathomed that unlike her child that called itself Vayha, and the seven other children that had followed her into eyrh, these entities were weak enough for her to expel. She pushed them out of every world and of physical eyrh itself, and established a trigger barrier to keep them from ever returning—and if they somehow came to be inside the trigger barrier, the skin of their prison, the abyss, would reach for them, finding them exponentially faster the more powyr they contained.
The barrier was an idea that the Mother had borrowed and adapted from Vayha’s thoughts. Vayha had been experimenting with ways to decontaminate its world and keep further contamination out. The barrier the Mother made didn’t prevent the dominant entities from coming into eyrh, but in coming the invaders—when within a certain powyr range—would trigger a near instant reaction from her. This reaction was so fast because it was inflexible and required no thought.
With success the Mother sent a message to Vayha alone. “I never forgot you my child. My love will always reach you if you listen.”
Vayha felt a warmth of joy that stirred magma and aided two eruptions along the fire rim between two of its planet’s biggest tectonic plates—both volcanoes were on the mountainous northern coast of the fully southern continent. It waited for the right words to come, then it sent back. “I just wanted to tend a garden closer to you Mother.” No response. Vayha relaxed into zen and listened more carefully, then it heard the soft throb of love that it was promised.
Fulfilled but distracted by its joy out of zen, Vayha returned its full attention to its world. It experimented some more and settled on making local barriers for its world that were very different from what the Mother had made. Vayha had long ago given up keeping its whole world pure of its homeland’s influence, and so now it focused on cleansing three different areas of its world—with its Gateway in the rough center of one. It made an inner barrier for each area and also made outer barriers. Two of the areas were close enough that they could share one outer barrier, but the other was too far away and needed one all its own.
Vayha made two barrier levels so that there would be some gradation. With large swaths of land between the inner and outer barriers it reasoned the changes to its world were not so drastic. Vayha was simply trying to ensure its world wasn’t so starkly divided that its life systems failed.
The barriers were more restrictive in what could come in than what could leave. Vayha tried to maintain them so that they hardly impeded forest life but still kept out the entities from its homeland. The entities resisted, but most were like mosquitoes and fleas, pests easily swatted aside by the vastly more powerful Vayha. All those strong enough to completely resist had been banished by the Mother.
Some of the strongest of the remaining tried to link their powyr to form a force higher in the powyr scale. But Vayha knocked the pyramid of powyr down with a determined shake and then successfully kept them out of its new sanctuaries. But this births a worry. Will Mother know if one too powerful is formed within eyrh? Is birth an entrance that will trigger her banishment or is it just a focus of the environment, which will be cloaked as natural?
With the barriers firmly established peace finally settled, and the world began to find a balance again. But this respite lasted only a few of Vayha’s relative moments before its musings were displaced by confusion.
Powyr from Vayha’s homeland was somehow being used to change the solar orbit and spin of its planet. The next moment it noticed that molten iron, straight from the core, was shooting up into the sky in a thousand fountains, combining in orbit to form a new moon, which the following moment crashed into the larger and lighter green moon.***ending life flow from the moon and knocking Vayha out, severly injuring it*** Now enough time had passed for Vayha to be fearful as the fact dawned that only one such as itself or greater could use such force and grand manipulation. But Vayha was not aware of any of its siblings, or anything else of such massive powyr present.
Vayha sensed its world was drastically changing, but at a speed too fast for it to focus. It realized that its relatively lethargic existence had to change or all its efforts could be ruined in a flash as it had seen happen to the green moon. If that iron moon had fallen onto me would I have survived? Would there have been anything left of my charge to live for? Would Mother abandon me again?
Desperate, it tried to speed its awareness up to something close to the time perspective of a single generation of the life that it had long known to be making small but steady changes to its world. Those changes didn’t directly have to do with the powyr of its homeland, but rather with the advancement of that life’s civilization—as such Vayha considered them a natural part of the progressing new balance of its world. Vayha couldn’t speed up enough to see a single life’s generation, but it did succeed at seeing patterns in the cycles of the life’s cities when they lasted more than a century or so.
They are like my siblings and forest fauna combined. No powyr to speak of, but they build lasting things and even tend gardens as I had. Vayha continued this breakthrough and succeeded in tapping into a portion of the life’s civilization perspective. From that point it was able to push off and briefly speed its awareness. With this new degree of focus Vayha caught sight of a flash of powyr that it recognized as one of its siblings, but it knew not which one. The flash lasted for too brief a moment for Vayha to react and then it had to slow down. Exhaustion set in. Powyr weakened.
Vayha’s fear brought early winters, late falls and storms mightier then those caused by the moon. It tried to listen for the Mother’s love, but couldn’t reach the necessary level of zen. Feeling caged by its garden, the crust of the world that was now its body, Vayha considered sleep. It missed the escape to temporary oblivion that the Mother’s whirlpool of dark lights had brought. Sleep was the closest alternative it could think of, but then the Mother’s old warnings against sleeping were remembered and crippled it as a consideration.
When Vayha was finally able to speed up again it became aware of many lesser flashes of powyr, but never of one of a sibling’s level before it had to slow down for the second time. Vayha understood momentous things were happening on and to its world, but it didn’t know enough to request the Mother’s help. The rate of alteration was far too fast for her to respond effectively. Great changes were occurring, not in one of its world’s life’s civilization generations, but in only a moment of one of a life’s lifetimes.
This was not something that Vayha was able to grasp during its down time. As it gathered strength it watched the moon’s fires cool and the surface return to something like the greenery it had before. Vayha wondered if it should have knocked the moon out of orbit when it first had the chance. It would have been too late to avoid the invasion, but then the planet’s life might not have adapted so thoroughly to the use of powyr to survive the new harsh weather and violently high tides the moon brought. Now that the moon was much heavier the weather and tides had worsened again, and Vayha was considering knocking the moon out of orbit as it recovered.
Vayha decided not to because it understood that such a change could disrupt the world’s balance even more, and so as soon as it could it again used its strength only to speed up its awareness. This time it changed tactics and focused itself in multiple areas around its planet. It sensed that its own powyr was being tapped. It was happening so briefly and in such minor amounts that realization came only now.
Its excess powyr exhausted, Vayha had to slow down or feed on its core self and become a lesser being. Vayha relaxed its focus and settled into its normal state of being. Achieving the correct zen state it heard the Mother’s love and optimized the recovery of its strength.
Not long before it sufficiently recovered it felt a sustained tugging on its powyr. Vayha impatiently waited until it could speed up its awareness again. When it was able to it saw, to its astonishment, that some of its powyr had been manipulated to strengthen the barriers that it had made. Vayha realized that they had been adjusted to deal with the flashes of powyr, because the flashes now had the tendency to match the restrictions it had put into place with the barriers. Vayha repelled the exceptions, just like it had done to the first group of pests, and worked to further strengthen its barriers. It noted that its barriers had a stronger mix of myst then it originally thought possible, and then saw that some entities existed within the barriers as a sort of permanent sacrifices. They seemed to guard the doorways through its barriers, which were all now stabilized. Vayha did not comprehend the details, but saw that it all worked well to support a new balance.
As a being of powyr Vayha was wary of myst. It knew little about it beyond that it was another realm full of hunger for powyr. In experimenting with barrier creation, Vayha found that a bit of myst mixed in was a very effective deterrent against the remaining rebellious powyr entities. So, it included it as a core part of the barriers.
Vayha watched as it worked and found itself relieved that there was no sign of the powyr flash that was one of its siblings. It knew it could not repel such powyr, or even one that was a step or two down in the powyr scale.
***reliezes that is being worshiped calls for demon cleansing crusade***
Suddenly Vayha’s strength began to fail—each time it seemed to a little earlier—and so it quickly relaxed its focus. Worried about its efforts not being checked enough for flaws, it waited impatiently to recover the necessary powyr to speed up. But when Vayha hastened its awareness once more it saw that its work had been perfect. So it just did some tweaking, a little strengthening here and there, and a general maintenance check. It was satisfied and knew it could now take a long and much needed rest—the constant speeding up could not be maintained. But as Vayha was preparing to slow down, he arrived.
Vayha knew him in a flash as he passed through one of its outer barrier doorways. It was Satan, the second eldest of all its siblings and among the first to announce a name. Vayha recognized other bits of siblings in him, but the dominant was unmistakably Satan. His powyr a thousand fold minor, but still much more than what should have been allowed through.
His powyr seemed distorted somehow, but what Vayha sensed equaled one of the dominant entities that had first arrived via the green moon. Such powyr would test its barrier’s limits, but it would expect to repel it after a good fight. But nothing happened. Even more worry-some for Vayha was that the Satan tasting entity had enough powyr that Mother’s trigger barrier should have activated and she should have instinctively expelled him into the abyss—the void where most such entities had ended up. It exists just outside but closely connected to the physical universe and so is still considered a part of the eyrh realm.
This Satan no longer has the powyr level near that of myself; he should not be able to resist our Mother—unless my fears were correct and some how he is cloaked as a natural part of this realm. Well, though I’m dispersed he should not have the powyr to thoroughly resist me. It tried to grip him and push him back through its barrier, but it could not grasp him.
No.
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Spoken as a moment
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That instant of passage is now gone and its awareness is about to slow. I’io in ignorance, me in impotence, Mother in stagnation—we’ve failed. Satan has found a physical door and all is threatened.
Vayha does not understand. He was like just another creature of fauna or rather one of those civilization makers, but not a powyr entity of my homeland at all. How? I feel the contradiction. Its time is up and it must go. It knows that by the time it can speed up again Satan will have had the time to do anything he wants.
Vayha lets out a call of desperation using up its last bit of fast-paced moments, hoping that one of those fauna creatures that taps into it will understand and stop him from disturbing the peace and endangering the Mother’s plans. Even though her plans remain mostly unfathomable to Vayha, it trusts that its childhood closeness with the Mother lends credit to its instincts regarding her will. You were allies. You bettered my work, so I must trust you now. Tend my forest, children of my garden. Expel the one that threatens.
It falls into lethargy as its call is heard by many, and perhaps understood by none.