#355 - Atlantis sketches

-

Sangita sees another Scryer on her way to the Spinning Room. Scryers develop a sense, to be able to communicated with speaking. They do not communicate in words, but images. Pictures are their currency. They have developed ideograms to convey meaning. The Hello greeting is a joyful seated man with his hand raised for greeting, ð“€Š, if someone is greeting a person in a senior rank, this is the hieroglyph ð“€“.  In this way the Scryers had invented a complicated and quite arcane language which they learned since they were children, and only they were allowed to use it.  

Greetings sister, Sangita throws to the younger Scryer.

Greetings older sister, Albeda replies. They bow, but Albeda bows a little deeper. May the Gods' loves follow you and blessings be received, says Sangita to Albeda. As the elder Scryer she imparts a blessing. The place of younger to the older is reverence and the place of the older to the younger is blessing. It has always been the way.

The sun shines through the mist brightly today, casting translucent pillars of light through the damp air. More and more people begin to appear, walking through the gardens. They are on their way to their tasks for the day. 

There is a lightness, a levity, today as the Fleet is expected. The Shining Vimayas are expected back from their voyage to Lemuria and they always return with treasure. Spices, silks, beautiful unexpected treasures which always excite. The most amazing of all are the animals and the cleverness of the Channelers in looking after them made the surrender of these beasts very easy.

Sangita knows she cannot fall in love, but also lost her heart to the young captain of one of the smaller vessels. They have met a few times in the gardens and have only ever spoken of the pleasantries of their lives. Slowly, deliberately, inevitably though they exchange details of their lives. It is difficult not to use her abilities of intuition to know if he is telling the truth or now. On his part he knows it is impossible to hide anything from a Scryer, even though she says she would never use the Gift. 

Albeda says nothing to Sangita, although she knows that she is thinking of Darhsan. 

It is alright Albeda, says Sangita. You don't have to keep silent about Darshan.

Albeda smiles. I wonder what stories he has to tell? she teases. Sangita says nothing, but is wildly smiling like a girl in love does.  

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Geylang sepaku Geylang

-
Image
Geylang Serai is the place i feel most at home in Singapore. Possibly because a vast majority of the population are still Singaporean and i speak the language they speak there - Malay. Also, it hasn't changed that much. OK, it has, but i'd like to think it hasn't. We ate at the new market there which used to be a little better than an open sewer. But it was our open sewer and we loved it. Geylang was heaving with people getting ready for Ramadan. On the table we have sup kambing, otak-otak, nasi padang and rojak. Drinkswise we have lime juice, Kickapoo and teh. It is hot - really hot. We are all pespiring and we can feel our clothes stick to our skin and bellies and thighs. Our hair is continuously in our faces, dripping and sticking too. The only thing that brings relief is a soak in the pool or a shower and an airconditioned room. No wonder when the boys came back, the first thing they said was, ah, it's great to be back in th cool weather again!. Singaporeans love th...
Read more

19.3.26 - 74 - Eulogy: What will survive of us is love

-
Image
I wrote and read this for Pa at the service. It was in long hand, but I have it here typed out now. It is peppered with verses from the New Testament, because I was asked by the priest to refer to Jesus occasionally, so I made that concession. Big shout out to Ben and the Christian Community whom I spent many a delighted evening reading and discussing the Bible during Bible study class. =========================== Thank you everybody for coming here to honour the life of husband, father and legend which is Eric Sim Chin Seng. Pa crossed over on the 16th of March at 7.30 am. He went peacefully and gently. He breathed his way slowly past this life and on to the new one, leaving his bark, his body, which carried him and his indomitable spirit and endless capacity to love, for 81 years, to say farewell to one last time. This tribute is to you, for you, Pa, who always walked in the sacred steps of Jesus Christ and lived the best life which could be lived. Part I: John 1:14 "The word be...
Read more

The Central Business District

-
Image
The Thinker in the OUE building Yesterday i attended a talk which was organised by some environmentalists here. It was held in the NTUC building which was in the middle of the business district. It has been years since i have been here, so i set out early to walk about the place. Everything is very very large  I arrived during rush hour and people were simply pouring out of the MRT. The crowds were swarming down escalators and out of offices - but they were not overground. No, they were underground, at the MRT. In fact thee was no one above ground. For the business district at rush hour, above ground was eerily quiet! There must be dozen of buildings which look like these To think that hundreds of thousands of people work in places like this. I used to work in a place like this. Admittedly these buildings are far more swishy and very sleek. It was like being in some espionage film set in the future. There were rehearsals for the National Day Parade and Sarah...
Read more