Dell
"Let the colors take you,"
World Worshiper Adage
Mara’s
native people, The World Worshipers, whose hidden place of worship was Valen
greeted Dell with a far warmer welcome than before. Even better than not poisoning him they invited he and Mara to communal worship when
they arrived. Although tired the young
Newtopian adventurers attended the worship service. Mara was expected to attend but Dell was
secretly eager to experience his new faith in the regal hidden dome beneath the
Pan-Atlantic River. It was the teachings
of those people he camped with that kept him warm in the cold nights outside in
the Sam’s Town Forest. When he worried
about losing his family he shut his eyes and “let the colors take him” as the
worshipers described it. Now he could join other people who experienced the
infinite just like him in just a spectacular place of worship.
The
large domed worship area bled a weak green glow through the Pan-Atlantic and
the thick glass windows above. Before he
and Mara were marble pillars of various heights scattered seemingly at random
throughout the smooth marble surface.
There was no alter, stage, or even a podium so the numerous worshipers
that appeared from every angle of the large circular room sat in no particular
direction on the floor. Some were hooded
while others wore jeans and a polo. The
air was fresh but Dell knew it had to be filtered through some complex ventilation
system within the skeleton of Valen. The
worship service itself was silent but for the noise
of distant dripping that echoed into the large hall.
The
participants followed each other in slow movements or conducted their own
uncommon bodily movements. The later the service ran the more Dell became lost
in meditation and he stopped trying to keep up with the simple
choreography. Soon the sense of his own
drool on his hand woke him up.
Worshipers
were standing and quietly talking to each other; the service was over. They stretched and laughed softly. Mara just leaned on his shoulder. He stared forward recounting the journey he
just took. Different colors had come
into view at first but he had fallen asleep again which was something he had
been working on not to do.
“You
must see what the colors are trying to show you because that is where it all
starts,” Mara had told him one cold night during their trip to Valen.
“And
then you can see the future?” Dell had mocked.
“No,”
Mara answered seriously, ignoring the jab, “If you can see and understand the
colors then you’ll learn what’s been blinding you.”
“The
colors are blinding,” Dell added.
“Nope,”
Mara corrected. “What’s blinding you is what the colors form.”
“What
do they form?”
“That’s
different for each person and for each moment in their life,” Mara said.
Chorus Falls on the Pan-Atlantic River, Newtopia |
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