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Visions Of Eternity
The following short story was inspired by Bulwer-Lytton's novel, Vril. There is a mixture of symbolism and references to various things connected in some way with Vril and the occult, and for various reasons I would like to point out that the inclusion of some references or symbols is not an endorsement or promotion of related ideas, ideologies, or conspiracies. the story itself is simply an exploration of ideas and symbolism that arose on 29th November 1998 and became what it is...
"... I have thought it my duty to my fellow-men to place on record these forewarnings of The Coming Race." With these words he closed the book for a final time, his mind in a state of thoughtful contemplation. Although the language of the book was a little dated, the novel ideas contained within the story had a strange air of reality about them.
Although it was only early on this warm spring evening he felt unusually tired. His eyes were sore and his head throbbed a little, eyestrain from being immersed all day within this curious leather-bound book. He rested his head against the back of the chair, shut his eyes and drifted off...
Suddenly everything in his dream went crazy. Strange saucer shaped flying machines hovered above a lake high in the mountains. Skeletal soldiers over-ran the landscape, marching endlessly into the lake. He found himself staring at his hands, an unfamiliar skull and crossbones ring on one of his fingers. He became aware that he was dreaming. His reality collapsed and he found himself falling backwards through space. He seemed to hear himself scream out loud and awoke with a start.
As his eyes adjusted to the gloom he realised he was within in a tunnel in a mine, the only light provided by an old fashioned lantern, its flame slowly fading. Suddenly he is aware of a person before him. She is holding a small device, which is now emitting a soft and steady glow. She seems vaguely familiar, yet not of this world. "Come," she is saying, "I have much to show you." This is not a language he is familiar with, yet he understands it. He finds himself standing and following her. She turns a corner, and when he catches up, she is waiting, and she has wings!
They descend through a hole, into an immense luminous cavern deep below the surface of the earth. She holds him within her arms, floating effortlessly to the top of an enormous pyramid. His mind briefly wanders to admiring her beauty. He follows her down into the pyramid, where she leads him to a large seven-sided vault, strange symbols carved and painted on the walls.
She speaks to him again, her voice soothing and hypnotic. The edges of all the symbols on the walls grow strangely luminescent. The luminescence spreads until the walls are consumed in this glow. It intensifies more and more, until he realises he is now seeing scenes, a different vista unfolding on each of the seven walls. Some of the scenes are from his past; some appear to be scenes from ancient history. Other scenes appear to be in outer space, flying past planets, stars, strange man-made structures on a red planet.
His mind is drifting; the woman's voice seems so distant now. He is aware of another voice, a man's voice. It grows louder, harsh and guttural. All seven walls now contain the image of an old man. The man seems strangely familiar, yet now he is a man outside of time. While the language this man speaks is foreign, he can now understand the meaning, the heart-felt intent. The man's speech concludes with, "My spirit will rise from the grave, and the world will know that I was right." This vision fades, and he is now aware of her voice again, softly calling his name. The walls slowly dim, back to the patterns he originally saw.
He realises that he is now completely naked, and so is she. Her body seems perfectly proportioned, like a statue of a goddess. They embrace, and he feels at one with himself. As they make love, the two feel as one, their movements, thoughts and feelings binding them together. The ground beneath them begins to tremble, building towards a violent shaking. He hears a rushing sound, building in intensity, then suddenly, he is awake again with a start, still sitting in the chair.
The letters on the spine of the book seem to glow - Vril.
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