Enlightenment?
Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 10:00 pm
Many days and nights passed since the dwarf became Akolyth of Silverbrand. He spent much time in the library to learn the truth of Tialdin by heart. He even spent more time in company with the Priest of Silverbrand. He listened to each of his words very carefully and by doing so tried to understand what had happened to him in autumn of this year to himself.
It was a sunny day and Rimni was working on the fields to collect some weed for the winter. As he was kneeling on the ground, suddenly something warm was about to touch his heart. He stopped with his work and stared at the ground, trying to figure out what was going on with him. He closed his eyes as the feeling became stronger... and familiar.
Rimni had the feeling if Irmorom himself was present, just having an eye on him - a farmer and young baker, a newcomer to Silverbrand.
He enjoyed every single moment of that feeling, until he felt to be alone again. Despite his short disappointment of the sudden loneliness, he was happier than ever in his life before. He knew that he had to tell others of this incident. He felt that he had to tell the whole world of the love and surrender of Irmorom.
So, Rimni left the mountains, being led by an invisible hand, directly to Varshikar. There he found people he could share his new wisdom with. He talked about Irmorom and his surrender. The right words came out of his mouth by themselves. He made new friends there. And he was sure that he sowed Irmorom's faith in the hearts of those who have listened to him.
However, now he was standing in front of the pot. In fact, in the past days he has spent all his time in the kitchen. There he found some silence to think about his faith... and the dreams which he had since days. It always was the same dream taking place at the same spot. Though, he could not keep the exact picture of the dreams in his mind, he was sure that he always dreamed the the same dream. The longer he stared into the pot filled with water, the sharper became his vague memories of the dreams...
Is this the way to enlightenment, every priest has to walk... or is it something... else?
It was a sunny day and Rimni was working on the fields to collect some weed for the winter. As he was kneeling on the ground, suddenly something warm was about to touch his heart. He stopped with his work and stared at the ground, trying to figure out what was going on with him. He closed his eyes as the feeling became stronger... and familiar.
Rimni had the feeling if Irmorom himself was present, just having an eye on him - a farmer and young baker, a newcomer to Silverbrand.
He enjoyed every single moment of that feeling, until he felt to be alone again. Despite his short disappointment of the sudden loneliness, he was happier than ever in his life before. He knew that he had to tell others of this incident. He felt that he had to tell the whole world of the love and surrender of Irmorom.
So, Rimni left the mountains, being led by an invisible hand, directly to Varshikar. There he found people he could share his new wisdom with. He talked about Irmorom and his surrender. The right words came out of his mouth by themselves. He made new friends there. And he was sure that he sowed Irmorom's faith in the hearts of those who have listened to him.
However, now he was standing in front of the pot. In fact, in the past days he has spent all his time in the kitchen. There he found some silence to think about his faith... and the dreams which he had since days. It always was the same dream taking place at the same spot. Though, he could not keep the exact picture of the dreams in his mind, he was sure that he always dreamed the the same dream. The longer he stared into the pot filled with water, the sharper became his vague memories of the dreams...
Is this the way to enlightenment, every priest has to walk... or is it something... else?