Saturday, February 23, 2013
Darkness Falls on a Dark Land, Part 3
I’m a fool. So people tell me. I’m very much human, but I’ve learned that the universe doesn’t let the truth stop with anything so simple as that. Take the Tikanni. For many years they took to manipulating the DNA and destinies of countless species, to what purpose no one will ever know. They created the Danab, and for that reason alone humans will never forgive them, and so perhaps I understand the trepidation surrounding the truth of the Alliance of Five better than I sometimes admit. Yet I’ve never let something being difficult stand in my way.
You’ll think I’m crazy for saying so, but I firmly believe that I’m a descendant of Trey the Conqueror. Long ago people could make such claims, and as long as they were rulers of some country no one questioned them, or at least not in any record that’s survived. It was taken for granted that great men came from the lineage of great men. I believe, as the rest of humanity has come to believe, that if there’s any truth in that, there’s truth enough for more subtle details. Anything’s possible. That was the constant refrain that finally allowed us to move beyond our petty instincts, even if some of our new friends don’t believe it.
There’s fully a chance that my gut belief is right. I’ve come to believe that when you’re drawn to something, there’s a reason for that. It’s the universe’s way of revealing something that would otherwise be shrouded in mystery, a link that would otherwise remain hidden. I believe that if we allow ourselves, we can hear the pattern of creation as it resonates through the cosmos, that if we just stopped getting in our own way and followed our instincts, we’d find our way through the labyrinth of apparent chaos and find the order that’s always just below the surface of reality. If you’ve ever grappled with the concept of free will, you may have an idea of what I’m saying. If there’s a divine being who sees everything from throughout time, it means that regardless of our limited perceptions everything that ever has and ever will happen already exists, and that we’re simply navigating the course blind. We make our own decisions, but they’ve already happened. When we make the right ones, we experience clarity. When we make the wrong ones, we’re stumbling blind in the dark.
Which is to say, I believe in the holistic approach to life, and what others may not consider fathomable, because they’re convinced that what they experience can only make sense based on their own conclusions, rather than conceptions they’d never considered. They get in their own way and don’t even know it, and what’s more won’t even admit it. They become angry if you suggest otherwise. When I say I believe in my gut that I am related to Trey the Conqueror, then, it’s not wishful thinking or delusions of grandeur, but rather a statement of faith.
Don’t ask me how it would be possible. I’d never ask an Omoxian about it. They’d dismiss me out of hand. It would be inconceivable that an Omoxian, let alone Trey the Conqueror, would have mixed his genes with a human. For one thing, this would have been a long time ago, although not as long ago as you’d think, only in the year 800. Waves of Viking invasions transformed Europe. Men such as Alfred the Great and Charlemagne existed. It was only a few centuries later that Lord Phan was said to have visited, and Trey would have had nearly four decades to make a similar journey, whatever his purpose. If you believe the theory of the quagmire of identities, there would have been much motivation for him to take as many digressions from his responsibilities as he liked.
It’s possible, it really is, that Trey did in fact visit Earth. As I said, the Viking invasions created a great deal of chaos, and as Lord Phan would prove later, it would be entirely easy for someone to visit, say, Alfred the Great and offer assistance. He could have called himself an angel, and it would have been a perfect time for something like that. He falls in love, briefly, and has a child. In my dreams, this offspring’s name is Tor. Sometimes the wildest thoughts are the closest to the truth. I’ve always told myself that compared to everyone else I know I seem to be an alien.
Yet I’m not looking for proof on Earth. Such evidence would have been lost ages ago. Even when the flying saucers took up permanent residence in orbit, we didn’t start believing everything we’d been taught to ignore. That’s just the way it is.