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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Zeitler.

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Astinus gently places a leather bound tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Zeitler' scribed in faded brown ink.

Author:    Zeitler        
Date:      Thu Jan  1
03:16:57 2009
Subject     A strange day..

Something
happened, something very strange. It cannot be explained
by
conventional wisdom. All that I knew is gone, I was trapped
within the
confines of something for so long, and within
something on the moon none the
less.. Where I am I do not know.
It feels as if it has been so long, my
family must have stopped
looking for me long ago and for some strange
reason, I feel as if
my father and I have become a single entity, without
ever even
meeting him. I awake in some strange school in a land I do
not
know, what has happened and where am I? I'm greatful that I
have been
released from the hell I was confined to. There's a
fellow here who hands me
a wooden staff and points to a door
leading into a pit within which are
creatures I've only seen in
fairy tale, is this some kind of dream? Why
can't I wake
up.

Last thing I remember was fleeing my brothers house, his
roomates had been
replaced by some type of illusion and I was
being targeted. It's as if time
kept resetting and it was
counting down to my death. I walked for hours into
a city to the
east, in the morning I approached a homeless shelter where I
was
offered food and warned of temptations by the devil. After eating
I
walked outside to a column of people running towards a bridge.
Apparently
they were running some marathon, all of them were
tagged with numbers, I
decided to jog along with them. I followed
them along a road which decended
into a tunnel, once we reached
the other end of the tunnel, we reached a
bridge. By the time one
had reached the center of the bridge, the fog made
it so you
could not see either end. The bridge went to an island and
turned
around, leading back to the mainland. Once I got back
across the bridge the
marathon continued along the shores of this
lake, the fog was still very
thick and I ran until reaching mile
19. My feet were getting tired, so I
started walking back towards
the city. The wierd thing was that, the
marathon kept repeating
at mile 6, people kept on re-running the marathon
without even
knowing it. It was at this point that I became frustrated,
then
all of the sudden a bus showed up. The cost of the ride was
$300, way more
than I had, but the driver let me ride none the
less. The bus took me into a
part of town that was essentially a
loop. Something one could not get out
of. After a few hours I
became frustrated that I could not escape and
decided to walk
into a church, there I found an old women sitting at a
piano
playing the same series of notes over and over again, as if
stuck in a loop.
I interrupted her and asked if I could play a
song, I sat down and played a
moonlight seranade I had learned as
a child. It seemed to touch the women in
a way that was strangely
familiar to someone else I had played for in the
past. The women
seemed almost sad, she told me about a boy she had loved in
the
past, but he never noticed her because of how quiet she had been,
I
couldn't help but think I somehow knew this women from my past.
After
playing for her, she offered to buy me a cup of coffee
across the street, I
was confused as I hadn't seen a coffee shop
while wondering around the
looped part of the city I was in, it
was like a mobias strip. She took me
across the street to an
elevator that only went down. This scared me as I
thought I was
about to go to hell, yet I didn't want to be stuck in that
loop,
so I went. It opened up onto another street level outside the
confines
of the loop, I was relieved. However the people in this
area of the town
could read my mind. They immediatly began
reflecting aspects of my
subconscious back at me, tearing into
any shame or guilt I had acquired up
to that point. 

to be
continued.. 

Author:    Zeitler        
Date:   
  Thu Jan  1 10:10:28 2009
Subject     Introduction to the
Magicks

Confusion has begun fading out of concept now as
the need for survival
has kicked in. Upon arrival into this city
I was befriended almost
immediatly by an Ogre halfbreed. I feel
as if I'm walking through some
extended dream. I've come to
realize now that the body I was placed within
is not my own,
rather that of a stone cutter that had been struck by
lightning
several months prior to my arrival here. My knowledge of
this
fellow prior to my arrival is foggy at best, and it seems as
though the
accident had left this host in a handicap of sorts, my
arrival seems to have
restimulated an aspect of his brain that
wasn't firing. Although alienated
from much of the society that
my body was once part of, I know now that I've
been placed on
another tangent of existance entirely, one that consists
of
controlling the very strings that compose reality.


Flashback: 


I walked up to a man on the corner holding a sign
reading Have a nice... 

The man seemed to know me on a very
profound level, as if he had been
someone I knew from childhood,
he took one look and me and grinned in a way
that scared me to my
core. He whispered something into my ear and it was at
that point
that I knew why I was where I was, sitting on a street corner
in
Hell, chatting with a War vet.

Several months prior, in my
previous existance, I had been talking with a
friend late one
night, when the fellow began telling me of something he
could not
forgive himself for. The murder of 28 people on another
continent
under the consent of a state institution in the name of
"peace", his name
was Craig, after he told me this I said
something that started a chain of
events I hadn't anticipated.

I
told him "If I were God, I'd forgive you for what you had
done"

A week later, he died of a brain annurism at the age of
32. 


Flashfoward:

I smack my head on a low cieling, I'm inside
some kind of box. Damnit,
another nightmare. 

Coming to..... I
wake up next to a familiar face, a women who has helped me
time
and time again for several years, I "know" her very well, she is
the
only one that remained after this hosts strike. She knows
about me too, come
to think of it, she was the one that helped me
escape the hell I was in. Her
name is Christle. 

Christle is a
skilled stone cutter, her lessons in faceting come as a form
of
meditation in an already swirling reality from what has taken
place up to
this point. Little did I know at first that the
simple act of creating these
reflective surfaces, have opened up
an entirely new world to me. The first
stone I created while
meditating on a form of energy healing I had become
accustomed
to. This healing form was called Reiki. This green stone
shimmers
with an indescribable hue, the
hundreds of faceted surfaces reflecting every
aspect of the
energy put into it. Every morning I awake feeling rejuvinated
by
this stone, I've realized now that different aspects of thought
can be
contained within unique reflective geometries preserved
within faceted
stones. As such, Magick has been unlocked.

I am
now a mage. 

Author:    Zeitler        
Date:   
  Thu Jan  1 19:36:52 2009
Subject     A lesson in
Magick..

 Flashback: 

The old women I had played piano
for in the Church led me to the coffee shop
across the street as
she had promised. Inside this coffee shop the people
took a
particular interest in what I was wearing. They knew about
every
aspect of my being, and every thought I had was projected
through them. It
was as if I could control the situation in the
room through a controlled
interpretation of metaphors. The women
took notice of the confused look on
my face and said, "Aren't
Synecdoche's great?"....

Bewildered, I turned to the women and
asked what she meant, she told me that
"Synecdoches are a form of
simultaneous understanding via the interpretation
of metaphors,
they are what connect you with the Moons." 

"The moons?" I
beseeched.. It was at this point that I noticed a number
of
people in the shop wearing insignia representative of several
moon phases.
The women smiled and signaled me towards the coffee
vendor where I placed an
order under the premise that the women
was buying me a cup of coffee. 

It was at this point that the
fabric of space-time ripped open and my first
lesson in magic
came into being. The women had not yet told the vendor that
she
was buying me a cup of coffee, and after I was handed the
cup,
everything went on. Only this cup of coffee was not paid
for, and the vendor
seemed uninterested after handing me the cup.
I tried to correct the vendor
but they seemed confused when I
told them of the mistake, as if the
transaction had never taken
place. 

Confused, I turned to the women, she winked at me and
smiled, saying "assume
nothing, and always remember that the
entirety of existance works in threes"


Flashfoward: 


I wake
up to the sound of rain pounding down on the roof overhead. A
coat of arms bearing a White Moon has been placed on the desk
across the room during the night. 

Author:    Zeitler 
      
Date:      Thu Jan  1 22:35:02 2009
Subject    
The Dream of Threes...

The Dream of Threes..

I awake
within a dream sitting upon a column that stretches into what
seems like infinity. All around me I hear the voice of the Old
woman frame the church, telling me to remember the
threes..

Almost immediatly, hundreds of other column begin
shooting from the abyss skyward, there are arcane inscriptions
upon these columns, yet I'm able to interpret their
meanings..

Solinari, Lunitari, Nuitari..
Omnipresense,
Omniconscious, Omnipotence
Destroyer, Redeemer,
Sustainer
Unfolding, maintaining, concluding
Mother, Father,
Child
Mind, Body, Spirit
Past, Present, Future
Birth, Life,
Death
Light, Heat, Life
Do, Fa, Sol...

Out of no where a voice
asks what I'm thinking about and I awake in a cold sweat..

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