Asfeld Oracles, Visions, and Other Important-Seeming Things
Sept 27, 2017 20:57:18 GMT -8
Post by Scott on Sept 27, 2017 20:57:18 GMT -8
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Last Fal AL event our gorup went to a Tree of Life festival celebrating the Autumn Equinox. As part of the ritual there was a particular prayer sung that goes as follows:
Spiraling into the center,
The center of our souls.
Spiraling into the center,
The center of our souls.
We are the weavers,
We are the woven ones.
We are the dreamers,
We are the dream.
This was repeated several times as everyone stood in a circle holding hands. As the song progressed we all spiralled in around the central cauldron, and then spiralled back out. Once this was done we had a vision, with the specifics changing depending on the individual's race.
Walking alone in the woods. The woods are lush and green, the sun is bright, living things chirp. Trees change as we go on--gold and orange and brown. The seasons are shifting. Things start to appear along the path. Bones of people or animals that died here, tattered cloth, fire circles that are ash. A deep bell rings faintly in the distance, but the exact direction is impossible to tell. A darkness follows behind you as you move. Path narrows. Trees become taller, forest grows thicker, darker. Spiderweb winds accross. Clearing.
In the center of the clearing you see the biggest tree you've ever seen. State corresponds to race/season. Looking up at it. Feeling like everything is going to be okay. Go to door, open it, in rich autumn. All around people are crying, dying.
Four figures (dooms) step into path chasing us. Elves death, dwarves war, humans hunger, Hobbits disease and insanity. Shadows grow large and you confront them and then vision ends.
Following the vision everyone present was blessed with regeneration touch.
Last Fal AL event our gorup went to a Tree of Life festival celebrating the Autumn Equinox. As part of the ritual there was a particular prayer sung that goes as follows:
Spiraling into the center,
The center of our souls.
Spiraling into the center,
The center of our souls.
We are the weavers,
We are the woven ones.
We are the dreamers,
We are the dream.
This was repeated several times as everyone stood in a circle holding hands. As the song progressed we all spiralled in around the central cauldron, and then spiralled back out. Once this was done we had a vision, with the specifics changing depending on the individual's race.
Walking alone in the woods. The woods are lush and green, the sun is bright, living things chirp. Trees change as we go on--gold and orange and brown. The seasons are shifting. Things start to appear along the path. Bones of people or animals that died here, tattered cloth, fire circles that are ash. A deep bell rings faintly in the distance, but the exact direction is impossible to tell. A darkness follows behind you as you move. Path narrows. Trees become taller, forest grows thicker, darker. Spiderweb winds accross. Clearing.
In the center of the clearing you see the biggest tree you've ever seen. State corresponds to race/season. Looking up at it. Feeling like everything is going to be okay. Go to door, open it, in rich autumn. All around people are crying, dying.
Four figures (dooms) step into path chasing us. Elves death, dwarves war, humans hunger, Hobbits disease and insanity. Shadows grow large and you confront them and then vision ends.
Following the vision everyone present was blessed with regeneration touch.