Now, the room slowly unraveled itself to him. There, in front of him was a sacred altar which was emanating a warm white glow. Behind the alter stood a sculpture of a sanctimonous monk with the facial features of a pharaoh gazing directly at him aith his hands clasped. And a western-church tinted oval window behind the alter letting in a bright and stunning light. Tom took his time to take in the place. This looked like a small room, because there was a shelf just right behind him which seems to be covered with decayed hide and skin, likewise the wall opposite. A little table was by his right hand side with what seems like the remains of a dog scattered all over it though in a bizarre fashion. The skull of the dog was still intact with its jaw only that a sizable amount of the jaw was missing. Strangely, the skull of the dog still looks like an animate sentient being, no matter how hard Tom tried to stop overthinking it, he can't just shake out the fe
He opened his eyes after the momentary sleep and walked over to a part of the room. There he saw a full earthen pot of water. He realised that he has never foe once glanced at that side of the room nor have examined it. And there sat not one earthen pot of water but at least five of them. And a shelf made of wood hanging over them. On the shelf were pots of different sizes, stainless plates and cutlery. He saw a kerosene stove on the topmost shelf and some jugs of cooking utensils he had never seem before. He wondered how he had missed all this while surveying the room before and them remembered that all the time his eyes were fixed on the painting that he found and thanked had been engrossed thinking about it and the implications and had not worries about the whole room again. He hurriedly sprang up on an earthen pot standing just under the upholstered shelf and retrieved the stove a
Tom saw himself travelling through eras, times, seasons, generations, periods, and the whole thing was overwhelming. He saw the cry of witches, burned at the stake for their abilities. He saw innocent souls accused of plotting against the state just because of personal animosity, disagreements and show of power. He saw men who did wondrous things with the powers of their beliefs being hung on trees and made to enjoy the feeling of flames feeding on faggots. He saw clergies, priests, Freemasons, native prophets, seers, being burnt, pillaged like casseroles, struck brutal with knives and staves, bludgered with cubs by angry mobs, roasted like unwanted rabbits, drowned with milestones around their necks and sent to their early graves while their breath still remains with them.
Tom fell into a deep sleep. Have been a long time he slept this way. Nothing mattered anymore, not the glowing light some distance away that had intrigued him. Nor the steady hum of an unknown music that fills this cavity. Not the hanging vines nor the rare herbs over the window sill by the faintly glowing light. Nor the constant heaving sound that seems to echo from a closer nearby. He just slumped there, zoomed off to a world where no Ruput or his maniacal laughter exists. Over there in the serene horizon as He was wandering about the place, he could not help but wonder about the harmony, the concord and the balance in this world. He lifted up his eyes to see his surroundings, "Wow" escaped his lips.
As the words were flowing to Tom's ears, his brain was tizzy in another frequency. What he saw were not men, what he is seeing are beasts.Men butchering men for greed. Greyhounds ripping off virgins for mystical traditions. Who says wisdom comes with age? Then does it mean that all these grey hounds are not grown or their wisdom has left them. His head was just waltzing, it was just rolling like a celestial spiral."From here, I will lead you back to the era where none of these exists. The era of peace which mankind abhors so much. A time my little boy, when people understood what nature is and how they lived with it. They loved nature, they dined with it, and talked to it and cohabited with it. That was when the sky was still clear blue, and the sun pure yellow. That was when the earth was still a podium for choristers
Hello, readers. I Hezz Dan is awfully sorry about something. Just found out that one chapter is outa place. You see you need to read 'Transdimensional before the two 'door of destiny's (s). Those are chapter titles. Just a little mix up. Hope you get over it. And understand the story. Thank you guys for following my book and having a good read. It means the world to me, that's what I live for. Hope you found the adventure of Tom Salisbury great as you venture with us through time and memories. Leave a note and a nice review, though honest takes the preference and brutally honest if you must be. Take my hands as I take yours and let us ride this wave. It's what we live for. Cheers 😘
Tom's eyelids stretched and fluttered as he came to himself. He staggered a little bit, danced around for a while before finding his footing. He craned his neck, covering his eyes to shield the abrupt shot of light after the limbo journey. What he saw was a clear and pristine land, barren but supple. He couldn't say if it was dawn, twilight or dusk, everything was bathed in sepia and the figures were like things that can never exist on earth. He could make out the long and obtrusive mountains with cratered peaks. They stood like flat and lazy bears and didn't look imposing at all like the mountains he knows in Greece. They were like drawings on a dreamy canvas. He turned to the man before him and questioned… "where is this? Where are we? " his puzzled eyes never leaving the older man. "This is, " the older man took a breath, "the magic era. "
Tom was wandering around the mountain range looking at the people who were living there. He could see and feel the ooze of happiness flowing from them. Little children and their mothers chasing after them giggling like they struck gold. Their face was literally glowing and Tom couldn't feel more for fear of going numb. It was as if he was living in his dreams which is almost true save that this dream is more corporeal. He turned to look at a woman arranging some sticks when she blurted out something that made his heart jump, tumble and roll over. It has always been what he has been hoping for. The thing that rules his dreams. "If this is a dream please Horemakhet I don't wanna wake" Tom said. "Senapio! " the woman shouted and the wood she was holding up sna
He was moving through a hazy cloud being transported to another place. Along the way he sensed the presence of Horemakhet however, the man was nowhere to be seen. He ignored the sensation, he is now used to all these abnormalities. The clouds were flying fast and the breeze were very cozy almost feeling like a warmly heated house. Suddenly, he felt ground, his feet planted in a patch of carpet grass, he stretched his eyes to see the horizon and what he saw also gave him the thrills. He was on a hilly part of a village he realized. Cracking his tiny neck, he trudges forward to see what was there in the valley. Pumping his air canvass as he walked, he arrived at the edge of the hill, and spread his eyes to the edges and ridges of the hill before bringing it back to the valley below him. What he saw was a mysterious wonder that left his mout