Friday, January 9, 2009

The Rains of Despair - Part I


Courtesy of Deviant Art.

The Blind Boy Who Could See, His Majesty Most Revered, had been born with a gift: the Divine that touched his Spirit with love, and Mother Earth that spoke to his gentle soul with compassion.

Each day, His Majesty Most Revered, would sit lotus in the grand courtyard on the grounds of the palace, meditating and listening to the sounds of despair outside the palace’s protective walls. In the stillness of his mind, he would hear and feel the cries of the less fortunate, their tears of agony and pain seeping deep into his pores; in the stillness of his mind, he would hear animals plead in horror as they were slain - senselessly and with complete disregard to their pain – for crimes not committed. This caused him much anguish for he was one with the Divine, one with Mother Earth, one who honored and loved each life as if it was his own. And these emotions tormented him, at times morphing into prophetic dreams that only served to further bury his heart deeper into the abyss of despair.

The Blind Boy Who Could See was the King’s and Queen’s only child. Fortunes were spent in futile attempts to grant the royal couple their most desired wish, for their son and future King to see. But it was not meant to be. Fate had chosen a different path. And The Blind Boy Who Could See, His Majesty Most Revered, was as peace for he felt that by gaining this sense, he would forever lose his more valuable one - his empathic connection to the world, a connection, he felt, that had been birthed by his blindness.

And today, His Majesty Most Revered, sat lotus as was his wont to do each morning, tragic images causing great discomfort; images created by the nightmares that had been plaguing him for a week. And the portentous dreams no longer left room for doubt - the Kingdom of Ruan had to be warned.

~~~~~

Inside the palace walls, the villagers gathered to hear the latest omen from the Prince, The Blind Boy Who Could See. And as was the usual, he would preface every gathering with a prayer. And today, he prayed to Mother Earth:

"Gaia, Goddess of Earth, your core sustains us, your beauty and bounty, ever plentiful and generous. You slumber peacefully trusting us with your care, resting serenely within Earth’s lair. Yet we abuse your generosity and dine greedily at your table, refusing others as they wither away in starvation. And we repay your kindness and protection with atrocities that fail to honor the lives of others and the animals you’ve left in our possession. We savagely slay and pummel your living beings as they scream and plead with terrified eyes, breaking our promise to you and the Divine. Crimson tears seep deep into your Earth, Mother Gaia, carrying witness to you of the cruelties suffered at the hands of your primitive guests. And I observe you Goddess Gaia - Giver of Life – as you listen to the cries of the poor, feel the pain of the slain, and weep torrents of anguished tears for having misjudged and in shame, entomb yourself deeper, further, into your own dark world of woeful pain. For this we are sorry; for this we will pay."

When the Blind Boy Who Could See finished his prayer, he bowed his head for a moment. And then looking out into the crowd recounted what was to come.

~~~~~

And as he had predicted, so it came to be.

One early morning when their land was still being held within the gentle arms of the morning dew, they came. The much-beloved Kingdom of Ruan disappeared in a blink of an eye, instantly vanishing lives. A colossal black mushroom cloud ascended from the bowels of the screaming earth carrying with it the lives of a people caught off guard. Bodies instantly carbonized by the horror of the moment were left frozen mid-scream; one light touch and they crumbled to the ground in ashes. Lives committed to the earth.

To those that perished in that instant, death had been kind. But to others, those that lived on the outskirts of the Kingdom, it was a different story. Crippled and wounded survivors roamed the streets in shock with skins seared from the unexpected toxic assault. The inhabitants of Ruan beheld their ash-filled land and witnessed family and friends, ghastly disfigured, die slow, painful deaths. Mothers wept inconsolably over the bodies of their dead children, their primal wailing songs filling the silence of the land, their tears seeping deep into the earth.

Three days later the black rains came and doused their soil with ebony tears birthed from the lacrimal clouds of an angry sky. It poured its misery into open pores impregnating the weak with the ails of mankind. Women and men wept as the black rain predicted by their once beloved sage - the once and future King - fifty years ago washed away the gray, dirty, toxic landscape but failed to wash away their fears. And the ominous message that he predicted was remembered: "Black rain will one day come to spawn evil onto our fertile land." Soon after, black clouds covered the Sun, throwing their world into darkness.
~~~~~~

A year later, a new generation was born.

Out of the wombs of mothers spawned the evil of which The Blind Boy Who Could See had prophesized. Babies born blind or with missing limbs cried endlessly into the night frustrated and angry at the sides of mothers and fathers who were helpless in alleviating their pain. These children – unfortunate anomalies of nature - lacked the emotional, mental and physical abilities necessary for a peaceful life. The lucky ones died at birth.

And as these children grew into adulthood, so did their hate. They were not like others; they were mutants, living reminders of the Rains of Despair. They formed gangs and became a family onto themselves because only they understood each other – only they understood their blackened amoral hearts and what their polluted, impure souls craved; they sought, needed, and feasted on chaos and anarchy. It was their drug of choice. Painted, sinister faces that hid physical abnormalities would roam the streets at night preying and slaying those that did not resemble them. The Kingdom of Ruan became void of hope, of anything good and loved; instead, it survived on the resignation and abomination of a people who no longer believed.
~~~~~

Far away, on a mountain overlooking the Kingdom of Ruan, an elderly Blind Man sits before a crackling fire in his humble home. The images of pain, strife, and anger that have taken hold of his former land no longer let him sleep. Anarchy and chaos run rampant and his people are lost. The Blind Boy Who Could See, His Majesty Most Revered, closed his eyes and prayed to the Divine for guidance. His selfless act of abandoning his people many decades ago for fear that he was touched by evil and sought only protection for his land and people, was for naught. The portentous dream had nonetheless come to be. The message was clear; it was time to return to his place of birth and bring order to his land. The Blind Boy Who Could See, His Majesty Most Revered, puts out the fire in his hearth and grabs his wooden staff. He closes the door to his humble home one last time, says a prayer to the Divine for safety on this most dangerous journey and slowly begins to walk towards the lost Kingdom of Ruan, under the light of the Moon and the protection of Mother Earth.

Part II

32 comments:

floreta said...

wow, i'm glad i found your blog. this story is amazing! it reminds me of the writing by paulo coelho. this story speaks truths of our world history..

Genie Sea said...

And a novel was born... one of great portent and beauty!

I bow to you! :)

mermaid said...

Poetically prolific. Have you ever read Cormac McCarthy's The Road? So dismal, yet so beautiful in its message.

CoyoteFe said...

Achingly beautiful. Rebeccas, you have a gift. SO many times, we shy away from the fear and ugliness, but how else will we understand. More please!

gautami tripathy said...

You are one good story teller..

Setting about a routine

Tumblewords: said...

Excellent as always. This one crosses the line between reality and myth with a touch of mystical. Lovely work...

Michelle said...

Another wonderful post!

Rose said...

I was so enthralled with the story that I forgot I was reading! Good writing does that to me: I disappear into the story itself and forget that it's a story and not reality. Well-done! Now what happened next?

CathM said...

Fascinating piece! I love your use of allegory in making this narrative come alive. There are lots of layers (images, messages, and meaning) to this story. It’s one that needs to be read and re-read several times to get more and more out of it:) p.s. I’d be interested to know what inspired the story?

The Karmalized Couple said...

This story is a great one to post! I really enjoyed reading it, although it left me feeling sad and ever more conscious of the fact we are not treating our earth well at all.

Thanks for sharing this - LJ

rebecca said...

Hi Floreta,

And WELCOME! You know Paulo Coehlo is one of my favorite writers and I'm currently reading The Devil and Miss Prym. But to be compared to him is indeed an honor which I think I am not deservant of .... yet :)

Thank you again for your kind comment.

Best,
Rebecca

rebecca said...

Hello Miss Genie,

Thank you, dear heart! Coming from a highly creative like yourself, this means much!

((hugs))

rebecca said...

Hi Mermaid,

I've not read The Road, no. But now I am curious. Thank you for your kind compliment and thank you for that suggestion...I will certainly look into it.

Best,
Rebecca

rebecca said...

Hallooo Felicia!

More? *sigh* okay...I will be starting my second torture session with the POD next week, so let's see what he brews up. You may now begin your prayers and candle lighting for my soul.... :)

xoxox
Rebecca-wan

rebecca said...

Thank you Guatami....

rebecca said...

Sue @ Tumblewords:

Thank you and coming from such an excellent writer as yourself, this means much.

rebecca said...

Michelle,

Merci beaucoup, dear heart....

rebecca said...

Rose,

Now what happens next? Hmm? Don't know! But will be working on that soon....let's see where the story takes me...it certainly cannot end there, I agree!

Thank you so much for that lovely compliment...

xoxox
Rebecca

rebecca said...

Hi Cahth,

And WELCOME! Thank you. And what birthed this story? Actually, something very simple. About a year ago I was watching a movie called "Black Rain" with Michael Douglas. An old 80's film. I loved the title and could not forget those words and I remembered reading once upon a time about the black rains that came after the bombs dropped on Hiroshima. And thus, a story was born. I love it when inspiration comes so easily, don't you? Because you have to admit, sometimes it lays dormant and there's no waking it!

rebecca said...

Hi LJ,

Thank you. And, yes, the story is also meant to provoke thought. Glad you enjoyed it.

Take care,
Rebecca

Leni Qinan said...

Hi Rebecca! I'm late for work, but I'll be back tonight to comment! (can't wait to read your new post)

Btw, I love your new playlist! Chambao! and Ojos de Brujo! and Paco de Lucía, WOW!!!

((abrazos, muchos abrazos))

enchantedartist said...

I got lost in this post this morning...so, so sad...and yet the ever-so-slightest glimmer of hope...I believe that more and more people are connecting and reconnecting with their natural instincts to be empathetic and compassionate human beings.

A truly powerful message is here Rebecca...

Thank you for sharing this...oh, and could you please email me your email address. Mine is... jonandceleste@shaw.ca

Namaste

Leni Qinan said...

I could read your beautiful story, at last!

I really enjoyed it, every detail, from the language (indeed poetic, it reminds me of the tales I was told when I was little, Perrault, Grimm, Andersen, to the images evoked -it brings me to the works o Ursula K. Le Guin and Tolkien, with an innate moral to make your readers think about it-).

So Rebecca, this is not a compliment, but just let me ask you question: Do you have more stories? Will we have the chance to read them? Say yes, please. ;)

((besos y abrazos))

Leni Qinan said...

Btw, you changed the blog design! It's nice, looks like a soft velvet tapestry. I like it. ;)

rebecca said...

celeste,

i'm glad we had the chance to correspond a bit this morning about the nature of this story and what it evoked in us. the fact that we spoke the same language in this area meant much because it is always comforting to find others with whom you connect on such a visceral level.

namaste~

rebecca said...

Hola Leni!

Thank you! Glad you liked it - aunque tuve que reír cuando usted escribió esto no fue un cumplido! Haha!

Yes, of course I have more stories! Maybe the next one shall be one as well and I think I know exactly which one it will be....

((abrazos y besos))

The Real Mother Hen said...

W.O.W.

I had to put my toast away, my coffee away, stay absolutely still while reading this.

You're such a wonderful writer.
You're going to be famous someday soon.

rebecca said...

Oh Mama Hen,

I am now adopting you as my mother. You give me the support and the belief in myself that only mothers can give their children....

xoxox
Rebecca

Devil Mood said...

Wow, this is so dark and sad. A bit like I feel today.
I admire you for being able to put all this darkness into a beautifully told story.

missalister said...

Holy smoke, Rebecca! I think, as awful as the POD might be, maybe his turning of you inside out is emptying out gold, frankincense, and myrrh from your very core!

jadey said...

Terrific post and an excellent read.

Anonymous said...

dude....that was feaking awesome. lol i am proud to be related to you, and i two bow down to the divine haha. i actually have something for you to read. its really boring compared to this tho. its a brainstorm type thing for the thesis paper i have to write. i was hoping you could help me out wit it.