Post by Brian on Feb 15, 2023 23:37:09 GMT
Meditations from severe blood loss:
Brian wakes up in a bar…a nautical bar….a shovel mounted behind the bar….an old one. A beautiful woman who isn’t his wife is behind the bar mixing drinks. Sitting next to him is a man in a ridiculous feathered coat.
The woman looks him over “Whats your name.” Brian is about to speak and she touches his lips. “While I am a dream, you know I don’t mean that name……”
Brain’s hair is long and shaggy….he has a beard. But his clothes seem more modern earth.
“If you are a dream…you know that I don’t know it.”
She laughs “Really? What is the name you were adopted into is a clue about your name? Lets start there.
“The people I was adopted by….I guess… were O’Cahan.” She nods to him “of the Uí Néill.” She ads and he nods “They fought for a Brian Chatha an Dúna Ó Néill….also a High King.” She then pours him the drink “All people of Niall of the hostages….going back to Cormac…Conn of the thousand battles….
I nod to her and she pours a drink “ And you are now nameless……but you’ve been nameless before. Its funny isn’t it. How your past is echoing in Amber.”
“And the past of the man you killed.” Says another identical woman behind the bar. “If you killed him of course.” I nod to that “You could be like Kat right? A good and Evil you.” An old haggard sailor grabs the shovel from the bar and waves it at the girls “ Stop taunting the boy.”
The old man looks Brian over. I nod a bit “Your Manny….and they?” He smiles “Are the swans….Aye. You have a good head for the old stories. Its why you did well with the Druids and the bard. Weaved it all in together well.”
I rub where one of my wounds would be “ You’re not helping me much” He taps him with the shovel. “Too much attavadupadana and ditthupadana.” He says sternly “You are a King by blood even if you’ve not a pot to your name. Even if you are driven from the dirt. Doubly so with the blood of Amber. A man fearful of losing his throne and his Kingdom is no King. A King acts. The throne serves her people. That is one of the four lessons.” He taps him in another spot of wound. “Which you already know….thus Attachment. They have claimed you but they are not attached to them. Your wound makes you weak.”
“You are a annoying vision in my head.” The man in the feathered Jacket says speaking in the voice of Hal “Hey I am not in your head…at least not entirely.”
Manny speaks again “You are a king by blood, because the king acts by will. By will you bring for the blessings of prosperity. By the Sword you strike down your enemies….and by the spear you defend your people. These are the secrets of the powers of the 4 moons. Will what you want and it will be so. But will it as a King or you will fail.”
I hear…chatter of men….claiming my body…..ravens of a different sort.
“Your lady aint washin your clothes, and I aint putting you on the boat yet. Stop slacking….you got two Kingdom’s to save. You beat a dark version of yourself already…..don’t let these people befuddle your mind. “
Brian wakes up in a bar…a nautical bar….a shovel mounted behind the bar….an old one. A beautiful woman who isn’t his wife is behind the bar mixing drinks. Sitting next to him is a man in a ridiculous feathered coat.
The woman looks him over “Whats your name.” Brian is about to speak and she touches his lips. “While I am a dream, you know I don’t mean that name……”
Brain’s hair is long and shaggy….he has a beard. But his clothes seem more modern earth.
“If you are a dream…you know that I don’t know it.”
She laughs “Really? What is the name you were adopted into is a clue about your name? Lets start there.
“The people I was adopted by….I guess… were O’Cahan.” She nods to him “of the Uí Néill.” She ads and he nods “They fought for a Brian Chatha an Dúna Ó Néill….also a High King.” She then pours him the drink “All people of Niall of the hostages….going back to Cormac…Conn of the thousand battles….
I nod to her and she pours a drink “ And you are now nameless……but you’ve been nameless before. Its funny isn’t it. How your past is echoing in Amber.”
“And the past of the man you killed.” Says another identical woman behind the bar. “If you killed him of course.” I nod to that “You could be like Kat right? A good and Evil you.” An old haggard sailor grabs the shovel from the bar and waves it at the girls “ Stop taunting the boy.”
The old man looks Brian over. I nod a bit “Your Manny….and they?” He smiles “Are the swans….Aye. You have a good head for the old stories. Its why you did well with the Druids and the bard. Weaved it all in together well.”
I rub where one of my wounds would be “ You’re not helping me much” He taps him with the shovel. “Too much attavadupadana and ditthupadana.” He says sternly “You are a King by blood even if you’ve not a pot to your name. Even if you are driven from the dirt. Doubly so with the blood of Amber. A man fearful of losing his throne and his Kingdom is no King. A King acts. The throne serves her people. That is one of the four lessons.” He taps him in another spot of wound. “Which you already know….thus Attachment. They have claimed you but they are not attached to them. Your wound makes you weak.”
“You are a annoying vision in my head.” The man in the feathered Jacket says speaking in the voice of Hal “Hey I am not in your head…at least not entirely.”
Manny speaks again “You are a king by blood, because the king acts by will. By will you bring for the blessings of prosperity. By the Sword you strike down your enemies….and by the spear you defend your people. These are the secrets of the powers of the 4 moons. Will what you want and it will be so. But will it as a King or you will fail.”
I hear…chatter of men….claiming my body…..ravens of a different sort.
“Your lady aint washin your clothes, and I aint putting you on the boat yet. Stop slacking….you got two Kingdom’s to save. You beat a dark version of yourself already…..don’t let these people befuddle your mind. “