SWALLOWED BY THE MOON
Something about you has always been different. You can feel it in your bones, you can feel it in your marrow, and in something even deeper. A call that transcends hearing, a sign that defies sight. Perhaps you know what this means, or perhaps you simply think it a discomfort in your own skin. A discontentment with what and who you are. Perhaps you tried to bury it under work, stuff it down with food, drown it with drink...
But you cannot run from your birthright. You cannot deny our Mothers' cries.
One day, as you went about you daily attempt as living with the Herd, the feeling of unease that has been steadily growing in your core simply cannot be ignored. Your skin grows feverish and sensitive to the touch, your heart begins to race, and the low roar of your own blood in your ears grows to a deafening growl. "What is happening?", you might ask. "Why is it happening to me? Dear God, make it stop!"
That's when you hear it, a voice from within your ephemeral self that you might call your subconscious at first, but it is not your voice that speaks. It is the voice of a mother and a father, a sister and a brother, the whisper of the wind through the trees and the calls of all the beasts in nature.
Not all who wander are lost, young one. Not so long as they hear our Mothers. Life among the Herd – among the mundane mortals – is not meant for you. I can feel your anger and fear, though you might deny it or not know its source. Our Mothers, our World, die a little each day. They are poisoned by corruption of body and spirit. Mother-Earth scarred by the sins waged upon her flesh, Mother-Moon trembles alone in the void of stars. The maw of Oblivion looms over our kind, our very reality, and you are among the Chosen who keep it at bay.
Will you be
lost in blissful ignorance? Will you remain
prey for that which hungers for our World?
Or will you answer the Call?
But, the most important question of all, my dearest Child...
When will you
RAGE?
“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods. There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is a society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but nature more.”
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Originally Posted by Dnafein
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