“Soul, consciousness, spirit”
A million different variations might emerge to label the voice of our hearts. The voice we hear day and night, the voice that steers us on the right path whether we wish or not. Every one of us is familiar with the existence of this voice and a mad man alone would deny its presence. Yet, after all these years of analyses, experiments and definitions, humans are yet to find a shred of single evidence to prove this universal truth. Not even a single research paper on its existence and nor a shiny little box to record its frequencies.
For me, the Kingdom of Helies is a place of such accord. Its embracing gushes of wind and the emerald bathed grasslands are vivid to my eyes as strong as the voice of my heart. Yet, I couldn’t find a way to prove its existence.
“I looked and saw a whirlwind coming from the north, a great cloud with fire flashing back and forth and brilliant light all around it. In the center of the fire was a gleam like amber and within it was the form of four living creatures.
Above the expanse over their heads was the likeness of a throne with the appearance of sapphire, and on the throne high above was a figure like that of a man.
From what seemed to be His waist up, I saw a gleam like amber, with what looked like fire within it all around. And from what seemed to be His waist down, I saw what looked like fire; and brilliant light surrounded Him.
The appearance of the brilliant light all around Him was like that of a rainbow in a cloud on a rainy day. This was the appearance of the likeness of the glory of the LORD. And when I saw it, I fell facedown and heard a voice speaking”
Desperate to prove his visit to Heaven, the exiled Prophet Ezekial took a piece of parchment and began to write. He inked his visions with intricate details and divine allegories. He poured his heart, soul, and everything into those pages because those mere words were his only way of proving the unknown which he alone knew.
I have decided to follow in his footsteps and gathered courage from his writings as I began this narrative of the great kingdom of Helies. This book is my way of proving the unknown which I alone know.
You might pass it off as a mad man’s imagination on a full moon night or a young author’s desperate attempts to get recognized. Who knows? On the contrary, you might be smitten by its pages as you urge your fellow beings to take a look into this divine world you found inside printed ink and celebrate it as a well-written masterpiece.
Whatever the consequence, my intention in writing this book remains the same.
“My memoir of the immaculate Kingdom of Helies”.
Manids – That’s how the people of Helies called themselves. While I was expecting far angelic beings with wings of fire and a Solaris glow. I was disappointed (and a bit glad) that Helies in many ways was similar to our reality. The buzzing cities, the footsteps of men marching through its streets, buying and selling and struggling to meet today’s needs.
Little boys and girls wandering through fields like those unleashed clouds on a windy evening – without any boundaries, restrictions, or traces of worries.
Its legendary women gathering around the wells, carrying their jars and their daily dose of gossips. Helies was akin to the world my ancestors bragged about – a world untouched by technology.
At this point, the familiarity of its streets might stir a monotonous median in your minds. But don’t be fooled, for the real tale begins from the palace gates.
The Great King of Helies reigned over the lengths and breadths of the land with absolute authority and power as he wielded the most powerful Maji.
What is Maji? You might ask. Well, to iterate in a simple way to grasp. Maji was the cosmic superpower that very few possessed. Though the chosen ones were generally from royal lineage, very rarely a few Manids were able to tap into Maji. The extent of the power and the accompanying abilities varied from men to men. In the beginning, I shattered my brain to find patterns, levels, and other rational devices to theorize this Maji. But my mortal brain wasn’t enough to grasp its intricateness. In the end, I surrendered myself to its enigmatic aura and decided to go with the flow. I dearly advise you to do the same.
The Kingdom was extremely cautious in shielding Maji from the Manids and devised disastrous rules to protect it. Unless for the royal command or by the royal administrators, Maji was prohibited from usage beyond the palace gates.
But this tale has little to do with the King and a lot to his beloved son Jeuel.
Jeuel – the one and only crown prince to the throne of Helies. He was a fine young man and his Maji was strong enough to vanquish the warriors of his kingdom. Indeed, this young man is the reason for this tale. The man who turned the serene lands of Helies into a cauldron stained with blood. A man whose well-intentioned actions brought utter chaos into the realms.
“This is the Chronicles of the Saviour Prince Jeuel”
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