Post by Finn on Apr 4, 2008 19:34:45 GMT -5
"Veidon anatlâ
Trireinos koilon monis pantos
Volevos kaion moricus"
The heavy chanting resonated within the deep cavern, a reverberant aural glow hung in the air. The damp walls reflected the warm light of the summoning fire as it crackled rhythmically with the chanting. The heat of the earth seeped through the ground and into the men, their fellowship bonded by fire. As the tribesman grew louder, a small crooked woman propped a large cauldron over the fire. She then threw herself into the massive blaze, releasing a melodious stream of notes as she screamed. Fuel. The contents of the cauldron were that of various herbs, roots, sea life and stone - the life of the planet.
As if some unheard signal had been delivered, the shamans became as one - the chanting ceased. The ceremony entered the final stage as they removed their tattered loincloths. In unison they rhythmically stroked their immaculate singular shaft. The fire grew stronger and the fervor rose; the light clearly illuminated the pale identical bodies of the 10 shamanic figures... in a bout of passion the singular body released their seed of life into the boiling pot of liquid.
And thus the primordial ooze was forged. The viscous fluid was spread across the land; barren plains were dotted with a single drop which sprouted into beautiful life. A single drop produced an eruption of energy and evolution as new life began to materialize from the ooze. The glorious world in which we live was created in a mere 7 days.
HAIL TO THE TEN SHAMANS OF LIFE
Trireinos koilon monis pantos
Volevos kaion moricus"
The heavy chanting resonated within the deep cavern, a reverberant aural glow hung in the air. The damp walls reflected the warm light of the summoning fire as it crackled rhythmically with the chanting. The heat of the earth seeped through the ground and into the men, their fellowship bonded by fire. As the tribesman grew louder, a small crooked woman propped a large cauldron over the fire. She then threw herself into the massive blaze, releasing a melodious stream of notes as she screamed. Fuel. The contents of the cauldron were that of various herbs, roots, sea life and stone - the life of the planet.
As if some unheard signal had been delivered, the shamans became as one - the chanting ceased. The ceremony entered the final stage as they removed their tattered loincloths. In unison they rhythmically stroked their immaculate singular shaft. The fire grew stronger and the fervor rose; the light clearly illuminated the pale identical bodies of the 10 shamanic figures... in a bout of passion the singular body released their seed of life into the boiling pot of liquid.
And thus the primordial ooze was forged. The viscous fluid was spread across the land; barren plains were dotted with a single drop which sprouted into beautiful life. A single drop produced an eruption of energy and evolution as new life began to materialize from the ooze. The glorious world in which we live was created in a mere 7 days.
HAIL TO THE TEN SHAMANS OF LIFE