Happy Easter

A vision of divinity. A void split in half by a world of light and a world of dark. Seven warriors of light stand against a dark monster born from negligence and fear. Their souls shine as a beacon channeling the collective soul of man. Both parties are born from thought, both battling for form. The heroes stand for the good of all men, but all men must stand for them to give them strength. The seven warriors of light harbour the hero soul of legend. One that is born in equal and opposite to all forces of darkness. They do fight heroically but in vain, for their power is not real, but the power of that darkness that opposes them is. Their appeal to heaven does bring them God's final tool. The seven warriors of light, from one did they diffract do once again combine into one and form the hero soul of the universe. With this the people of the world are awed and look up to the heroes and say, "For what shall we live for if not for God? If not for ourselves?"

With this collective thought a great tremble crosses the land and sea. All men are now one and in unison they sing the songs of the ancients. Energy of all men, living and dead and yet to come, passes equally through them all. With that the Earth Mother is born. Her form eclipsing both the sun and the moon. She ascends to the void and does take the hero soul in her arms. A holy matrimony in heaven between the hero of light and the princess of mankind. United into one the world soul is born. It takes the form of a perfect tetrahedron of order, bounding an infinite kaleidoscopic maelstrom of chaos. The chaos pushes on it's walls, throwing itself against an all-resilient order. It swirls and mixes, and forms the body of a woman. Pure white skin hair flowing free. Her breasts bare and floating in an ocean of coloured thread. Initially curled into a ball, her limbs do unfold and reveal her face: one of uncorrupted beauty, a vision so sweet it drains the stars of their light. Her eyes shut and the threads from the chaotic storm skewer her eye-lids and sew them shut. Blinding her to knowledge and pain.

Her limbs spread until they are fully extended. Her body in the shape of a cross with legs down and arms out. The geometry surrounding her starts to spin. The whir of an ancient machine spurred on by the ever increasing speed and volume of the chants of mortal men. The tetrahedron spins with a ferocity that blurs it's shape into that of a sphere. Time starts to take shape as the beast of darkness rears it's head. The misshapen dark mass strikes with tendrils of serpentine fury, it shrieks in agony as time twists around it's body and the natural process of God starts it's work. Two great tendrils of smoke take form, and twist into a double helix. They pass through space and into the mind. Two snakes twisting for eternity into a black hole. They emerge and strike the World soul in the navel, splitting her body and consuming her womb. The bloody deeds of man spread out across the cosmos as divine entrails. Every sin of man laid bare and sent across the universe in a bloody super rainbow. The world soul smiles as her body dissolves, splitting into strips of human flesh.

As the snakes fade an orb of light appears in the centre of the sphere. At first a point, it soon grows in both size and brightness until it's light blinds all those mortals on Earth and their chanting does stop. The light destroys the vision of every man, but they chose to stay fast, staring at the son. In the orb sits a boy. His body invisible in the searing rays of his mother's dying force. All falls silent and the dark lord does cower as the young boy opens his eyes. Pure serenity falls and time ceases to be. The forces of the world pause and pay tribute to the boy, and space converges upon his being. His eyes now open he whispers a word of God: his name. And hence the apparition of evil did never exist, and the world fell into seven days of night, followed by seven nights of day and then five weeks and five days of rain. Once the rain ceases the world is sunk and all is saved.

The Immaculate Love pt1.

What is pure love? It's a question that storytellers have been trying to answer for millennia. Many a story revolves around a love so perfect that it's power transcends all. Romeo and Juliet is the prime example of what we in modern Western tradition expect from the perfect bond: a love between man and woman that transcends all barriers and has a prophetic power that can never be sated until either it is fulfilled (marriage) or it is destroyed (Shakespearean tragedy). It's answer is core to the idea of being human and thus usually takes a centre position in even religious symbolism worldwide. While our modern, mainstream idea of perfect love may seem obvious and set in stone (stemming primarily from the idea of Christian original love, Adam and Eve), many artists throughout history have attempted to answer this question with answers that are widely different from our own preconceptions, with varying levels of success in spreading their ideas. One thing that must be said is that the concept of "immaculate love" lays at the very heart of culture, and so an attack on the concept, or even a suggestion of other forms of love, often elicits highly negative responses from people. It's not that our collective perception of these things cannot change, it does rather frequently. A love that was heinous in the eyes of our forefathers just a few generations ago can easily have found it's way into a generally accepted state in the modern time; homosexual love is an obvious example.

However, as culture is twisted and morphed at the hands of the Zeitgeist*, we, as actors in the culture we belong to, believe our conception of love is obviously correct, even if it contradicts with our own culture's foundations. A great example is found in the founding myths of Japan; before the existence of mortal men when only the first Kami (Japanese for Gods) were around, a time when the world was comprised purely of heavenly mist (or kamikaze**). These first Kami (or technically second Kami but that's superfluous to this explanation) were born in pairs: an older brother and a younger sister. These sibling pairs would be wedded in immaculate marriage, a marriage so pure that if lower beings such as humans were to attempt it, they would suffer divine consequences. This divine right turned divine rite, as the historical system of imperial marriage within the Japanese royalty involved a method of marrying within the family, close but lesser than the purely divine sibling relationship, since even the emperors are below gods. Now, to a Occidental theatre this worldview of immaculate marriage seems completely immoral, as our (modern) Christian based culture sees incest in any form as completely unjustifiable. But both of these systems seek to push the same end: the avoidance of incest through divine persecution. In Christianity the act itself is deemed wrong, in Shintoism the act is seen as reserved for only the divine. Both prevent the laymen from partaking in the act, and allow (to a certain extent) the royal class to partake in it (most Western royal houses used, and still use, incest to keep the bloodline intact and closed to outsiders).

Both religious systems see the marriage of brother and sister as a bond so strong it is dangerous. For how can two people be any closer? They are tied to each other in blood, life and romance, such a connection is so powerful it can never be rivalled. And as posited above, love is an unbreakable strength, and if marriage has power infinite Aleph-null, sibling marriage has a power Aleph-one. This equation of power and love feeds into the overarching heroic journey of the individual, leading to the concept of the heroes incest***, for the journey to self-enlightenment marks cairn at the marriage alter. A love that break all boundaries for its tenacious grip on those in a hyperdivine bond. A love that is so everlasting that it will never pass on. For a love born of hyperdivine heroic incest cannot produce valid offspring, and thus the ourobourotic cycle of death and rebirth is broken. Nirvana. The hero has become the god, freed from the mundane mortal cycle and that blood-tale takes it's place amongst the stars.

To be continued in part 2 (I'll actually talk about anime then).

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*Zeitgeist transliterates from German into "Time Ghost", meaning a ethereal, collective spirit that acts as a conglomeration of the world's thoughts at the current time. Or something like that. 

**Kamikaze translates to God-Wind and refers to the unseen power of the Kami being perceived by humans as mere wind. The term was used by the imperial Shouwa government to lionise suicide bombings as godly winds.

***Term NOT coined by NeutronNick.