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INITIATION RITUALS

IV.

SLEEP COMES TO TAKE YOU, NOW, AND UNRAVELS YOUR WORLD.

Our first day of travel lasted long past nightfall, to when the moon shone directly above and we were too tired to continue. We had planned to stop at sunset, but gotten too excited to keep going. Nothing had really happened yet of course, it was so far fairly boring if not mundane, but still, there was an energy there.

I'm not sure if it was a good energy or not, just as much excitement as dread for our apparently destined paths. But it was there.

We finally parked our transport and climbed out, breathing in fresh air for the first time in hours. We were in a large field, totally empty but for its tall grasses, completely silent, surrounded by stars and open air with distant mountains barely visible on the horizon, the moon bright enough in the sky to light the world around us in deep blue hues. It was visible enough that we were able to set up our camping equipment without too much issue, though I was so tired that when I tried to help, my friends said to just let them handle it. Wow, now that I was letting myself think about it, I was completely exhausted.

I got in my tent and my sleeping bag, laying next to Matt. He talked to me a bit as I closed my eyes. Maybe just as force of habit. Real talkative guy. Good friend.

"Long day, huh?"

"Yeah..."

"Hah, you seem totally wiped... me too. Hey, at least y'didn't have to drive..."

"Yeah. Seems... stressful."

"Not as much as when we were tryin' it out in the town. Not much to... run over or crash into..."

"Yeah..."

There was a long pause in the conversation. We had already spent all day talking, anyways. Without any speech, or any movement, it was completely silent. No animals, no motion, no nothing...

"Sorry, I don't have much to say..."

"I get it, we can stop talkin', I'm tired too."

"Yeah... that would be-"


THE COLOR OF INDIGO

Purple, in particular the cooler shades of indigo or violet (in contrast to the slightly more common pinks and fuschias), is one of the rarest colors in nature. You might see it in patches during a sunset, or chance upon it in some flowers, but there's always been something strikingly unusual about it. It's almost surreal, too vibrant for this world of greens, browns, and oranges, closer to the sharp blue of the sky than anything terrestrial. It's a color so rarely found that to wear it, for a long time, was a sign of extravagant wealth.

-1. DEATH-

Purple is a color of death. One of the places you may see it in nature is as an especially vibrant, striking color animals use as a signal of their poisonous qualities to any predator which might eat it. This may be why it's always been associated, in my mind at least (and I think many others), with poison! I suppose grapes are safe, but otherwise I wouldn't want to eat or drink many things purple.

-2. ROYAL-

This is where it gets interesting. Because purple colors are so rare in the wild, purple dye was itself exceedingly rare, and thus exceedingly expensive. The only people who could wear it were those in power, kings and bishops, who had the money and resources to obtain the color and the confidence to then flaunt it as a symbol of their uniquely high place in society. This association is still in place.

-3. ALIEN-

Maybe this one is more personal, but because of this rarity, its place as a deterrant in nature, and its use as a signifier of unique power in society, there's something 'alien' or 'other' about the color to me. It denotes a sort of otherworldly significance, whether that's in a spiritual sense or a literal sense. The furthest planets out go from blue to purple, and the deepest spiritual truths manifest themselves in a glowing violet shade.

-TIE-

Death. Royal. Alien. Let's connect these three ideas together - purple exists at some of the far reaches of our perception, the coolest color before it wraps back around to warmth in pink hues, and the most unusual of them all, an uncanny mixture of red and blue - blood and water, dirt and sky - granted special powers through this strangeness. Why do monarchs dress themselves in the same colors as poison animals? Will you die if you touch them? Well, perhaps so, as disrespect could result in your execution. If aliens appeared, would they be purple in appearance? Only if they had something to teach us.

RED --- BLUE
\    /
PURPLE

Poison hurts us on the most direct level, physical. Monarchs hurt us on a deeper, more abstract level, societal. Spiritual truths can hurt us on a fundamental, existential level, if we're not prepared for them. These three things all have the potential to hurt us, but one is not like the others. Let's tie these together as a trinity.

DEATH --- ROYAL
\    /
ALIEN

Death is red, the color of blood and (sometimes) the color of earth. It's warm, violent, and striking. Royal is blue, a much colder color, the color your body takes after death. It's more impersonal, but every bit as deadly. Much like how purple is unlike red or blue, Alien is unlike Death or Royal. Alien is beyond these mortal and physical understandings and worries, and - as how purple transcends the common physicalities of red and blue - Alien transcends the common mortalities of Death and Royal. It can heal, rather than harm.

-TIE-

What would it mean to be all three at once? Well, for our trinity of colors, it would result in a brown mush. Too much! Our trinity of concepts is different, as you could potentially become all three at once. You might already be the first two in one, as all rulers in their own way embody death - they hand out death as easily as life, and control the lives and futures of their people in the palm of their hand. No one man should have all that power! And yet, they do, and so red blood is spilled, and blue corpses are buried. What kind of man would willingly drape themselves in such a violent color, a color not just of poison but of extravagance? How much blood must be spilt for each drop of purple in the robes of a king or a bishop? It matters not. What does this do to your brain? Much like how the purple of a poisonous animal clues you into its danger, so too does the purple of a monarch clue you into its danger. Do not touch me, heathen, or you shall perish. It is a color of death.

What would adding in that third element make you? A cult leader, of course.

BLOOD --- POWER
\    /
CULTS

-TIE-

There is one man who embodies all these concepts we have talked about. A man soaked in blood, mad with power, and leading his own cult. A man who worships death, who craves royalty, and who is utterly alien to humanity. A man who swallows the red earth, the blue sky, and drapes himself in purple robes. You know who he is already, don't you?

Are you excited to meet him?

Or do you know him?

Are you him?

-END-


[from Matt's eyes]

Maine had passed out midsentence, curled up in his sleeping bag. He was out cold, his feline ears twitching and a small bit of drool leaking out his mouth onto his orange fur. It was a pretty cute sight, though he would be offended by that description. He was the only person I'd ever met who looked like that, with those animal features, and he was always insecure about it. For what it's worth, I thought it was rather pretty.

As I fell asleep myself, I wondered - what he was dreaming about?


CHORUS 1
This road trip sucks so far. It's so boring!

CHORUS 2
You must go on this trip. It is your destiny!

CHORUS 1
Well, my destiny sucks. Not like I'm actually going on it anyways, just watching it.

CHORUS 2
Shh! You didn't have to give the game away that quickly!

CHORUS 1
You know, I used to go on road trips all the time, up and down the coast.
One time, we packed stuff up on top of the car in a big container.
When we got in and started driving, we could hear it rumbling against the roof of the car. It was so irritating!
And it lasted for hours. My moms' friend tried to bring the mood up and distract us with games, but none of us were having it. She was always so much more fun than any of us.

CHORUS 2
And you're telling us this because...?
She doesn't care, dude!

CHORUS 1
Yeah, you're right.
Say, I have a question.

CHORUS 2
Yeah?

CHORUS 1
Should you be ashamed if you abuse your children?
Like, specifically the feeling of shame?

CHORUS 2
Uh, yes, duh.

CHORUS 1
But does the specific emotion of shame actually do anything?
Or does it just keep you locked up in your own feelings instead of tending to those of your child?
Maybe you should mend the relationship as much as you can instead of wallowing in your own misery, you selfish prick.

CHORUS 2
What are you talking about? Where did this come from?
You were such a normal child. What happened to you?

CHORUS 1
I don't know, I'm just thinking.
...
Do you think he knows he's dreaming, or is he unaware?

CHORUS 2
A lucid dream? She's not self-aware enough for that.
She doesn't even hear us right now.


It was the middle of the night, and I was in the field. Something seemed strangely familiar. I was in my tent, out of my sleeping bag. Matt was gone. Hello? I asked. No response. I climbed out, and the other tents were gone. So was the vehicle. It was completely silent. Something seemed strangely familiar. What was it?

The moon stood directly above me, beaming its silver light. Although it was the middle of the night, the landscape was fully visible, the brightest blue you could ever hope for. The world was a cool cerulean. I could see the tall grasses blowing in the gentle breeze, and feel them against my fur. I heard a sound, and it wasn't completely silent anymore. Something... familiar... a... voice...?

Maine! Maine! You have to-!

It cut off. That was strange. I walked in the direction I thought I heard it come from, but then I realized I couldn't tell what direction it was coming from, anyways.

Whatever. Just keep walking. Keep going until you reach the mountains. Climb to the peak. Rip your goddamn face off when you get there and never let anyone talk back to you ever again because you climbed that thing, you know. You deserve that. Move. One foot. Next foot. Left foot. Right foot. Keep going. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right...

Keep going.


CHORUS 1
See, look at this idiot. Can't tell at all. How stupid can you be?
So hard-headed.

CHORUS 2
Well, you can't be that mean. Cut yourself some slack. It's been a hard life.

CHORUS 1
Yeah, whatever.
This road trip is so boring.
When will I get to hurt something?

CHORUS 2
That's not what you're thinking. Don't be so hard on yourself.

CHORUS 1
Shut up!

CHORUS 2
I'm here to help, you know.

CHORUS 1
Shut up! Shut up!! Shut up!!! SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!!


"Maine? Are ya up?"

I groaned. What time was it? It seemed like dawn. Matt was leaning over me.

"Hey, buddy. You ok? You seemed like y'were freaking out in your sleep a bit there. Like, twitchin' and growlin' and stuff," He said, face full of concern.

"I'm fine... when did I fall asleep?" I asked, drowsily.

"Hah, y'passed out midsentence. It was pretty funny." He responded, smiling a bit.

"Was not..." I groaned. "Man, I have a headache. Did we bring anything for those?"

"Nope, sorry buddy," he said, "guess we'll just have to give you plenny'a water, maybe block out the windows if we have to."

"That's fine... hey, I had a really strange dream. Did you ever think purple was a bit of a weird color?"

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