Ceremony & Sacrament / Sound & Vibration

As the Master of Ceremonial Sacrament handed Reza the icy cold glass sphere...he said with glee "After you have completed your transition time and space will be much less a hindrance...you'll see!"

To say Reza was nervous was an understatement. He closed his eyes for a moment and inhaled deeply through his nose. It smelled of damp stone, burning torches and ancient waters...a very distinct mélange. They must be in one of numerous rooms deep within the catacombs, he had been there before but only in the shallowest of entry walkways...never this deep...the air was thick and cold.

'Is this really happening?' Reza thought for just a pause.

Ever since falling out of the sky and smack into the middle of the Runiverse, Reza's been preparing for this day....many years have past since the day Cyrus had saved his life and brought him to Dream Master Lake.

"The ceremony & sacrament...even the experience, are said to be different for all. Of course, I've never acted as the ceremonial Master....so I can't say for sure. What I do know is that I've given you what you need. No more, no less."

Reza got the courage to look up...

It was unclear whether it was just the two of them or if other Dream Masters and Dream Knights were there as they had been incased in a sort of opaque plasma bubble. But the room, hall or arena that they stood in felt crowded, very crowded. Enough vibes cause a very specific kind of pressure. Reza gazed all around, inspecting the very impressive spell they were now encased in. Never had he seen this magic before...Dream Masters keep much of their more peculiar powers hidden from others.

"I-is Cyrus here?" Reza implored...

"He is right where he needs to be, just like you are where you need to be! Now take your sacrament and get rid of that ridiculous armband!" Laughed the MC.

'The armband...oh right' thought Reza.

Upon Reza's commitment and undergoing various diagnostics, testing, being poked and prodded...the Dream Masters had fashioned a special arm band for their neophyte candidate.

"TRAINEE" read the armband, which was yellow with black capitalized lettering

It was only then, when it occurred to him that the armband was a gag, a prank to get Reza to wear a silly handkerchief of caution - like some sort of menace prone to clumsy mayhem. It was not too far off from the truth...

Instantaneously he threw the armband to the ground with grave intent.

The Master went on "I will be with you; you will not know of my presence and your experience will be yours alone...but should I detect any trouble or if you are overwhelmed, I will come to your aid. Be at ease brother"

With that he placed his gloved hand over Reza's and helped him ingest the sacrament.

As the sacrament was taken Reza a sound unlike anything he'd experienced began emanating from the stone floor below. Rising vibration filled the bubble with a singular "ohmmmmmmmm" almost as if hundreds of sapphire singing bowls and diamond didgeridoos were howling in perfect harmony, creating a single note. Endless with layers, the note held a depth so great that the vibration became tangible.

Molecules from nowhere organized themselves into something completely transparent and, yet, completely known. It was a rushing river of air, spontaneously raging at arm's length. The note encapsulated him and tickled the back of his neck, ears and the tip of his nose...

The Master now communicating telepathically:

"Go on and discover the Dream World it is our domain, but we do not own it, it is a place infinite awe and the core of our existence. Your training does not entail any study of this because it cannot be taught or described, only experienced.

Let the vibration dissolve you. Let it take you. Let it transform you.

"Oooooooohhhhmmmmmmmmmmm"

The sound and vibration must have lifted Reza from off the floor....it was the last thing he remembered. The feeling of pressure being relieved from the soles of his feet and the perspective of being no less than three feet off the stone floor.

Reza was fully, unmistakably entranced.

Reza's purely physical existence was vibrationally vaporized, his body gone in an instant....and he found his consciousness engulfed in the purest, brightest white light all around...and it was dead silent. Somehow he knew what happened, at least partially...he wasn't taken or manipulated by the vibration...he was the vibration...

                                      -BRN 12.20.22  

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