A proposed Myth of the Circle of Light.

From: Simon Bray <101635.32_at_CompuServe.COM>
Date: 23 Aug 97 12:54:09 EDT


Hi All,

 This is my basic concept at the moment for the;

 Fonrtan Circle of Light Myth.

 Anarchy and disorder ruled the world, all were unsettled on the Ruby Mountain.  Beneath the Ruby Mountain, the Earth Bull roared, beneath the Earth Bull the Sea Remora screamed, beneath the Sea Remora the Hell Wind churned, beaneath the

 Hell Wind was the Mist beyond which none can comprehend.

 Above the Ruby Mountain, beyond sight within the seventeen heavens was peace.  The beings of heaven wept for those below and looked to each other for the answer.
 The ruptions in the worlds below began to shake the edge of the Seveteen Heavens.
 The world stood at and end, the standstill, the edge of annihilation.

 From the highest heaven there came a sound and then a sight and the a movement.  The Sun as the Bird of Heaven appeared. A feather from his tail fell.  Through Seventeen Heavens it fell, singing to the world below.  Through Mountain, Bull, Remora, Wind and Mist it fell, singing to the world above.

 The people of the Ruby Mountain learnt the song and sought the Sun Bird.  The song was the path, the song was the feather, the feather was the guide.  The some lost heart at the outset. The first was lead by love and was lost.  The second lost himself in himself. The last could not leave the ruins behind.

 The pilgrims set upon their deadly and perilous path. The crossed the nine seas.
 The first was named Bewilderment, the next were Loss, Self, Fear, Doubt and Hate.
 The seventh was Remorse, at the eigth faltered and thought it was called Hope.  The Last was called Annihilation and was the easiest to cross by far.

 The Pilgrims then crossed the eight chasms, seventeen hells and Bulls Field.  The journey had taken its toll and many fell, others were pushed, a few jumped.  The Pilgrims fought within and without until the strongest and fiercest ruled.  The Leader became lost. He pulled and pushed, but could not go straight.

 The Pilgrims then made a circle, so that none could pull or push or jump alone.  Thirty remained, made pure by their sufferings. Thirty were together but lost.  They tried to look in their own directions, but could only look at each other.  The looked and understood and saw beneath them the Ruby Mountain.

 The Sun Bird ascended to the seventeenth heaven and so did the pilgrims.  The Earth Bull slept, the Sea Remora was still, the Hell Wind still howled.  Beneath all was the Mist which none can comprehend.  The Pilgrims were the Ring, the Ring was the Sun Bird, the Sun Bird was the World.

  1. This is a shortened version of the myth. It is Based upon the Parliament of Birds or Mantiq al-Tayr by Farid al-Din Attar. The original(earth) poem was very complex and had 4,500 couplets, the Fonrit Poem has 4913, and was compiled by Januk Halabari of Siwah-El
  2. In the later revised version of the myth the Circle looks inward and creates a leader at the centre of them. The "Leader" then organises the Triangle of Hierachy. This is of course Garangordos' reworking.
  3. The Sun Bird may be Fida'Is, or an ancient deity similar to him. The Idea is that the creature is a Simurgh, a bird like animal that is immortal and nests in the branches of the Tree of Knowledge. This creature is also mentioned in Southey's Thalaba(1801) and Flaubert's Temptation of St. Anthony (1874). In the latter it is described as having orange coloured feathers likemetallic scales, a small silver coloured head with a human face, four wings, a vuture's talons and a long,long peacock's tail. It is also mentioned in the Book of Kings and in the Wonders of Creation by al-Qaswini it is said to live for seventeen hundred years and upon the coming of age of it's son, the father burns himself on a funeral pyre. This I feel if translated to Fonrit would be used to justify some of the practices of the Jann.
  4. By the way all these earth texts do exist, but I have never read them, only about them. The Poem is my own, inspired by the idea of an idea.
  5. All as I need now is an idea of what the Pilgrims are called.

 Cheers Simon Bray (not Gray or Grey, Bray as in loud rasping noise, like a donkey).


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