A Clear Voice Resounds...

For behold, a clear voice resounds and cries out against the darkness! Amen, Alleluia.

The night air was velvet warmth on my skin. The fields of wildflowers stretched for miles in all directions. Columbines and astors and delphiniums surrounded me as I was blown about by the night wind on a sea of dark green leaves.

In a clearing surrounded by foxglove and mint stood John the Divine, waiting to show me the Holy Grail. It was sitting on a book (now I remember that the book's title was simply "Lux"). There was a serpent issuing from the chalice and it spoke of flames and burning leaves. I had a very difficult time understanding the serpent except for those few words.

At this point the Saint interrupted the serpent and told me of the horrors the serpent was predicting. He said to me that the vile snake was speaking of the coming of the Burning Bush. The Saint was frightened of what this meant for he had seen in a dream that there was a bush on fire and it had a magical voice and was able to numb the people to voilence and anger. He then told me that it was responsible for the death of Saint Sebastian.

I was then told to search out this Burning Bush and find out all I could before the moon turned full again. I vowed to return.

The snake simply laughed.