St Alia: rough test for sci-fi muses
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wytchcroftThere will be those that say, “A beginning is a time for taking the most delicate care…”
But I am neither delicate nor careful.
So let the voices carry on the wind instead the words from long ago;
“All movement consists of six stages, and the seventh brings return.”
As this is my beginning so it also my return.
It is said as well, that to fold space one merely stretches out an arm.
So let me stretch. I see my flesh against the darkness, translucent waves of skin, the bones unformed, the arm wriggles, undulates, moving like a worm across the desert, a worm under the sand. The deep desert of Arrakis shines gold, I see unwinding before me a golden path crisscrossed by bloody footprints.
No birth comes without blood, be wise and study the truth of this.
Arrakis, Dune.
One of the spheres that dance like baubles in the darkness of space, one of the planets spinning now in my vision as a voice in my ear whispers,
"How many Alia, how many discs?"
All of them.
The truth.
All of them.
I reach out a hand and fold space.
I pluck the discs from the heavens and throw them to the golden ground. I have no fear of their sharp and wicked edges, I have… no fear.
“How many this time Alia?”
I have been practising, training, satisfying myself in a test of dextrous strength against the murderous metal. And my brother has seen me, it is his voice I hear as he holds me in anger and worries that I am endangered, worries that I am mad. And he is embracing me unknowingly.
As all men will do.
I can see their faces, spinning like discs, my brother, his people, my family, those yet unborn and those that trail behind me, those that travel in my wake. For I shall wake indeed soon enough.
“The sleeper must awaken!”
I see the past and the future. I shall remember them both. I shall remember them both. I shall remember…
I reach out an arm – I fold space. I feel my flesh connect with other flesh, through the rent, through the ragged envelope I reach out and punch a hole to the other side. I feel my flesh, my hand in another. I hear the mid-wife cry out, “She has cut me! The child has nails – sharp nails! She has cut me!”
But of course, am I not St Alia of the knife?
And so I am born, and so all that I was, a thousand, thousand lives before, is come again, incarnated. I am returned.
St Alia of the Knife, the Heretical Scriptures.
But I am neither delicate nor careful.
So let the voices carry on the wind instead the words from long ago;
“All movement consists of six stages, and the seventh brings return.”
As this is my beginning so it also my return.
It is said as well, that to fold space one merely stretches out an arm.
So let me stretch. I see my flesh against the darkness, translucent waves of skin, the bones unformed, the arm wriggles, undulates, moving like a worm across the desert, a worm under the sand. The deep desert of Arrakis shines gold, I see unwinding before me a golden path crisscrossed by bloody footprints.
No birth comes without blood, be wise and study the truth of this.
Arrakis, Dune.
One of the spheres that dance like baubles in the darkness of space, one of the planets spinning now in my vision as a voice in my ear whispers,
"How many Alia, how many discs?"
All of them.
The truth.
All of them.
I reach out a hand and fold space.
I pluck the discs from the heavens and throw them to the golden ground. I have no fear of their sharp and wicked edges, I have… no fear.
“How many this time Alia?”
I have been practising, training, satisfying myself in a test of dextrous strength against the murderous metal. And my brother has seen me, it is his voice I hear as he holds me in anger and worries that I am endangered, worries that I am mad. And he is embracing me unknowingly.
As all men will do.
I can see their faces, spinning like discs, my brother, his people, my family, those yet unborn and those that trail behind me, those that travel in my wake. For I shall wake indeed soon enough.
“The sleeper must awaken!”
I see the past and the future. I shall remember them both. I shall remember them both. I shall remember…
I reach out an arm – I fold space. I feel my flesh connect with other flesh, through the rent, through the ragged envelope I reach out and punch a hole to the other side. I feel my flesh, my hand in another. I hear the mid-wife cry out, “She has cut me! The child has nails – sharp nails! She has cut me!”
But of course, am I not St Alia of the knife?
And so I am born, and so all that I was, a thousand, thousand lives before, is come again, incarnated. I am returned.
St Alia of the Knife, the Heretical Scriptures.
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Date: 2009-03-07 12:09 am (UTC)Phew!
Date: 2009-03-07 12:18 am (UTC)thanks for the reassurance - i'll get it together. I'm a big Alia fan:)
twisty
Date: 2009-03-07 12:32 am (UTC):)
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Date: 2009-03-07 12:10 am (UTC)thanks:))
Date: 2009-03-07 12:20 am (UTC)It IS very rough.
thanks again!:)
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Date: 2009-03-07 12:11 am (UTC)Very good. I always felt so for Alia. She didn't chose the fate that she was given, I guess no more than Paul did when you think about it. And there is something almost a Greek tragedy about her life.
Phew!:)
Date: 2009-03-07 12:16 am (UTC)St Alia is my favourite character from Dune by a mile. I always sympathised with her plight, an unchosen fate - and the terrible thing of slowly forgetting the future when she could remember it clearly in the womb.
Not to mention having the Baron in her brain!
I'm still gonna prep some skinner but i think Alia will be the one for now, if it's ok, I'll get a pup and application together.
When it comes to the X-Files, I want to just enjoy reading 1Breath's Scully for a while yet:)))
Re: Phew!:)
Date: 2009-03-07 12:21 am (UTC)LOL!
Date: 2009-03-07 12:22 am (UTC)Re: Phew!:)
Date: 2009-03-07 04:46 am (UTC)Re: Phew!:)
Date: 2009-03-07 12:23 am (UTC)Alia is one of my favorites. I'm also very fond of Paul, who I think is my favorite. The very idea of being the Kwisatz Haderiach and all that it entailed, the great power, but the horrible, horrible burden, it is interesting to see what being a Messianic figure can do to a person.
LOL!
Date: 2009-03-07 12:28 am (UTC)"for he IS the Kwisatz Haderach!" than
"For I AM the Kwisatz Haderach!" ...
I can't stop thinking of "I HAVE the POWER!" and He-man, and also maybe T'Laxu dwarves singing Pinball Wizard and then -
really it's just too silly:)))
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Date: 2009-03-07 06:22 am (UTC)good. good.
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Date: 2009-03-07 06:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-07 06:31 am (UTC)But of course I was fascinated...
What I love for many eyars of Mr. Herbert is "The Wheeping Star" - it is so crazy ans do poetic...
But Dune had happened to me only half a year ago. So it is very very fresh...
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Date: 2009-03-07 06:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-07 06:42 am (UTC)it's a kind of Soviet StValentine :)))
International Women's Day
Date: 2009-03-07 08:40 pm (UTC)we don't have a long weekend with it (Alas) but it is a great day - many women friends of mine are involved ina ctiviteies for it:)))
brilliant, brilliant! celebrate women! celebrate!
Re: International Women's Day
Date: 2009-03-08 08:24 am (UTC)Re: International Women's Day
Date: 2009-03-08 08:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-07 05:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-07 08:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-08 04:45 pm (UTC)And, as per our other discussion, am I then to infer.... that the sixth was the day? In which case I have missed it, but I may then belatedly congratulate you, without publicly revealing your 'secret'...
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Date: 2009-03-08 04:50 pm (UTC)with the rising sun let those with ears listen well
and with the rising of the second moon be it so.
For when the All Sister danced among the fallen
and worked the holy work of her blade upon them
so she called on each by name knowing them truly,
for did not their ancestors swim within her mind, within her memory?
And they ansewered gladly, each spirit receivng her knife with joy.
Thus it is said; in praising of the All Sister, Coan-teen, sing to her with an open throat.
The Heretical Scriptures of St Alia.
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Date: 2009-03-08 04:51 pm (UTC)