The Vision of Pos'u'thu Mus'a

The low priest continued around the pillar. His vows had verily chained him to the task of circling this monument. Around and around the monk walked, occasionally picking up a piece of charcoal or chalk from one of the tables near his circuitous path, slipping a page of parchment from the shelf underneath the small luminescent machine that dimly lit the small room. He would quickly scribble out a mystic, incomprehensible image that had been revealed through his meditative duty. This product would be placed on the pedestal, an ever-growing pile of papers that were all equally cryptic.

The priest's feet tramped a furrow in the dirt-covered floors, betraying the overuse that the cleric caused to the floors. Though there were two doors in the room the priest only deviated once per week from his course to take one. On each First Day he would remove one paper from the pillar of images and present it to the people for their benefit. Many would come and visit the steps outside the abode of the priest to see what gem or lesson was to be revealed. The priest would pick up the brush from the vat of adhesive and affix the image to the walls of his personal monastery. Then he would pass back through the door into his abode, once more to pace and draw. The people outside would gaze at the image and discuss its meaning and worth.

Though many were pleased with the revelations brought forth by the cleric there were detractors of his divine work. "The Pos'u'thu is not a true monk! Do not be deceived by his false prophecy! He shows you not divine teachings but mere ramblings from a simple mind! His lessons will not feed your soul or body! Come listen to us and we will feed your body and soul!" The dissenters were led by a baker who would hand out special rolls and talk long and often from his own experiences. The Pos'u'thu paid these people little heed, knowing that as long as the high priestess continued to allow him the use of the monastery room and permit him to post to the walls that his apostleship could and would continue. And so it did, until one day when the cleric received a vision.

As the priest was walking one day he suddently realized that a figure was watching him from off to the side of the room. The figure, wearing a fur hat, shook its head in dismay. The sudden appearance of the figure and obvious disappointment startled the priest. "Who are you and what do you want?"

"Do not be so stern, Mus'a, I come to offer you advice. You sit here and walk about your room in a single-minded existence. So single-minded in fact that you only remain in this one room awaiting your inspiration. Do you know what lies through the second door?"

Mus'a knew that he was in the presence of a god, a Sha' wun. His answer, therefore, came hesitantly and with more humility. "A..... a.... a..... garden?"

"Yes, Mus'a, a garden, but not just any garden, a garden of unequalled style. Through that door lies tremendous opportunity for enlightenment. Everyone who passes through leaves a mark. In that garden is the bladed feline and the mutant boy with the paraphilia for frozen carcasses. In that garden are mental images created by the mind of the great Ann'unna and the experiences of clerics past. Neglect this door not, Pos'u'thu Mus'a for it is by imitating and drawing from the garden, not from your pile of sketches that you will gain the adulation you desire.

At this reprimand the cleric realized the need to change his ways. Things were forever different on the First Day of each week in the realm of Thiens'aha Tehe.