Darum wrote:a rant about the end of the world, eh? this, i would like to hear some time.
Eheheheh...wish granted.
Hrm. Well I suppose I should start with the dream, it'll probably make more sense that way.
I was in this building. There was nothing really special about it. It was just a building. In front of me were these two guys. I don't remember much about them. I don't know what they looked like, how tall they were, what color their hair was, the sound of their voices, nothing. I would recognize them anywhere but I don't know a thing about them.
They were holding this rolled up...thing. I don't remember if it was parchment or a scroll or papyrus or what, though it was quite yellowed. They unrolled it and began to speak. They were reading an ancient prophecy written on that paper or whatever it was. Of course it was about the end of the world. Their words I remember, but they are not importaint to the telling of this dream. I'll explain why later.
Once they got to a certain part they spoke of a soul on Earth, its power lying dormant beneath the surface. This "one soul" as they called it would be the deciding factor as to whether the world is destroyed or not. The soul was said to be "awakened" (their term, not mine) after the battle for the planet started.
They gave me the oddest look as they read that part. I don't know why. I've never had anyone look at me that way before. It was really strange.
And that's pretty much where it ended. It may sound a bit vague but I saw it as I do my other dreams: in extreme vivid clarity. The kind that seems to be almost more real than waking life.
Several things strike me as odd though. I don't know why I can't remember them. I know what they looked like, I really do...I just can't remember. Another thing is I don't know why there had to be
two messengers instead of just one. And that's what they were, messengers. Problem is I don't know who's message they were delivering.
Anyway, while they were reading (or was it after? I'm not sure) I had a vision. The vision was basically about the battle they had mentioned. Although they hadn't gone into detail I could see it quite clearly anyway. There's alot to this, so your brain might implode. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Before I begin describing what I saw I need you all to be familiar with the astral plane. It is, in essence, another plane of existance. The least confusing way I can think of to put this is to compare it to layers in an imaging program.
You have the first layer, the physical world in which we live. On top of that there's another layer known as the etheric. I won't go into too much detail about that because the focus is on the astral, but I will say that the etheric plane is a place where matter can occupy the same three dimensional space else at the same time, and things there are kind of halfway between being physical and being thought-like. The etheric in our "image program" is turned off so we can't see it, but it's still there nonetheless.
The astral is the next layer. Things there are far more fluid than in the physical or etheric planes. Again, this "layer" is turned off so we can't see it. It is the realm of things we would dub as "mythical". It's the place where dragons, gryphons, and elves live, the place where you can meet and interact with your spirit guides, guardian angels, and animal totems. Normally our worlds are seperate, though you can access it py projecting, which would be the equivalent of turning the layer on so it's visible.
Now that we've got that out of the way I'll tell you what I saw. Keep in mind my perspective is one of an impartial observer; I in no way interacted with any of this.
It begins roughly at dawn. Half of the sun could be seen in the eastern horizon. The sky was a beautiful, if unnerving, shade of red. It was quiet, the kind of quiet that lets you know something is very, very wrong.
After a moment of total silence I see the fabric of the veil become visible as it started to tear open. It's very hard to describe. I've never seen anything like it, ever, and that's really saying something considering I'm quite the old geezer where my soul is concerned. Perhaps the closest I can get is if I described it like the air in front of you taking on a texture and color of a cloth that was (roughly...) black, ripping apart from the middle. This in essence created a portal.
Through that portal the worlds of the physical and the astral merged. There is absolutely no way I can describe this, the English language does not hold words for such an event. Out of the hole in the veil many creatures emerged. Some were regal and elegant, others horrid and bloodthirsty. Everything thought to be myth was suddenly dumped into our world right in front of me.
Then the battle started. Everyone and everything desperately fought for their lives. It was the most gruesome, bloody battle scene you could ever imagine. Dragons fought with Manticores, Elves tried to keep Red Caps at bay, the few humans that didn't run around in a panic were trying to defend themselves with whatever they could grab. The screaming was horrendous, and the sound of the screeching monsters only added further to the awful din.
Now might be a good time to mention the end of the world myths from various cultures. If all the creatures of the astral were there, then you may be wondering which ones from those myths were also there. My answer: most of them. Think of it like most of the mythology being all rolled up into one. No one myth was true, but there are many things from them that were. I know that might seem a bit complicated but let me try and simplify this. (It's not easy trying to tell you all what I saw. It really isn't.)
While not every word of those myths were true (in this vision) some of the creatures from them were real. Fenris, for example, is one of the monsters that came through the veil. In Norse mythology the end of the world is called Ragnarok, the day when Fenris breaks free. That website has the translation as "fate of the gods", but I've always heard it meant "day of the wolf", which seems more appropriate. Fenris is a powerful creature and would be one of the major causes of destruction on this planet, though not even he would be able to end the battle of his own accord.
There was nothing about the "one soul". The only thing I saw was that the fight would go on forever if this being was not "awakened" or didn't make a decision. I don't know anything about them other than that.
So, in essence, the physical and the astral worlds would merge into one and a great melee would ensue. It would be a free-for-all that would never end until some powerful being I know nothing about made it stop, for better or worse.
Whether or not any of that is true is up for debate. But it certainly was an interesting take on it nonetheless.