Mercury Trismagistus
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No one knew how long the ring of stones had been there. It had been built by the gods in the Before Time. The Keeper stood and watched as the line of hooded figures filed slowly past. He looked deeply into each of their eyes in turn, and gave them to drink of that hidden sacrament so precious to the Druids. They formed a circle within a circle as the Sarsen Stones began to glow with a bluish inner light. The Keeper let his Astral Body move between the Trilathons. They now opened up onto worlds strange and incredible beyond imagination. In one, odd Insectoid Beings were building hive-like cities under the ultraviolet light of twin Magnetic Stars, their geometries incomprehensible to creatures who's senses were limited to only four dimensions. in another, pink fleshy creatures with multiple mouths seemed to be trying to convey an urgent warning. in yet another, Starfish Headed Floaters were being chased by some kind of giant subterranean creature under the light of a blood red sun.
The Keeper felt his Astral Form being pulled to one of the "doorways". He found himself in a giant, miles wide arena. In the center was a enormous mound. The mound was surrounded by an army of alien creatures ready for war. The stands in the arena were filled with millions of bird-headed creatures. They seemed very exited for something. At the signal of the king of the bird-headed ones, the army of alien warriors started to fight their way up the mound. They left a trail of blood and gore behind them as they struggled higher. Finally only one was left. But as he raised his weapon in victory, the arena went suddenly silent. The top of the mound split open and a great gelatinous tongue whipped out and around the victor, pulling him quickly back within. Strangely, he did not seem to struggle. As he disappeared below the surface, the bird-headed creatures let out a great and horrible screeching sound and began to half leap and half fly in a most disturbing manner down onto the dead and the dying. The Keeper looked away at the last possible moment, and forced his Astral Form to return to his body. The Brotherhood began to chant slowly within the stone circle. The Keeper handed his flint knife and chalice to the one who would follow him in the succession of the Order, and then laid himself down on the alter. His only desire was to return to the Earth Goddess now. The Great Cycle was completed. And, as he waited to feel her arms around him once more, the cool night wind softly caressed his face.
The Keeper felt his Astral Form being pulled to one of the "doorways". He found himself in a giant, miles wide arena. In the center was a enormous mound. The mound was surrounded by an army of alien creatures ready for war. The stands in the arena were filled with millions of bird-headed creatures. They seemed very exited for something. At the signal of the king of the bird-headed ones, the army of alien warriors started to fight their way up the mound. They left a trail of blood and gore behind them as they struggled higher. Finally only one was left. But as he raised his weapon in victory, the arena went suddenly silent. The top of the mound split open and a great gelatinous tongue whipped out and around the victor, pulling him quickly back within. Strangely, he did not seem to struggle. As he disappeared below the surface, the bird-headed creatures let out a great and horrible screeching sound and began to half leap and half fly in a most disturbing manner down onto the dead and the dying. The Keeper looked away at the last possible moment, and forced his Astral Form to return to his body. The Brotherhood began to chant slowly within the stone circle. The Keeper handed his flint knife and chalice to the one who would follow him in the succession of the Order, and then laid himself down on the alter. His only desire was to return to the Earth Goddess now. The Great Cycle was completed. And, as he waited to feel her arms around him once more, the cool night wind softly caressed his face.
