Join My Cult - Original Falcon Press

He paused for a few minutes, allowing them to drift amid the mindscapes
they were weaving.
“And with the passage of time you’ll begin to notice how the blackness
is ever changing, finding places that are lighter and darker than
others, and looking down as you were floating up and right above it
before, under your feet now, an endless plain stretches out in all directions
towards the horizon, the deepest purple, walking as and where you
will, so deep that you’ll have to look twice with your eyes within eyes to
see it at all, featureless, except for a great door rising perpendicular to the
plane before you, growing closer and larger with each step, with every
breath, the infinite void of Narcea taking shape in your thoughts as the
gates of your soul open up to the place your heart most desires to go,
beyond you hear a voice beckoning, summoning you there.”
Eyes closed, head nodding, Rob inhaled deeply as he listened to the
stillness about the room. The muscles in their cheeks and around their
lips relaxed. The group was in the perfect spot for this, chests rising and
falling together as they breathed in unison, and he continued, “Now, as
you take the first step through and feel the atmosphere, changing in ways
you didn’t expect, because once inside, that plain that was is now rolling,
sloping downwards as your feet follow a path that leads towards the
grove of trees you can see in the distance, soft fronds of grass brushing
against your soles lightly, the air fresh and moist, so delicious you yearn
for the next breath, in, and gulping it down, on the far side of the circle
awaits a symbol, a totem of the beast that acts as your guide, protecting
and keeping you safe, your relationship to it a thing to explore, growing
stronger each day, and when you arrive at the center a place that’s familiar
appears, a stone bridge and the sounds of drumming, rattling, echoing
everywhere though the darkness, illuminated only by the faint glow you
can see with your eyes within eyes around the symbol that’s here.”
While Rob spoke, Alexi felt himself slowing down as the room
around him disappeared. In its place he felt the very intense, very immediate
sensation of his body. Although his eyes were closed, he was seeing
a light, bright and pulsing, inside his body, pulling him in. Vertigo overwhelmed
him. The words of Rob’s voice spun around, carrying an irresistible
power, pitch rising and falling like the distortions of light bending
through his eyelashes first close, then far away. The vibration inside
his body constant, insistent, he felt himself yielding and merging with it,
and the images beginning to form in his mind brought unnatural clarity
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