The Kiva, Pueblo Bonito

[Malaclypse 666]

The "Veil" lifted as Josh's five "visitors" departed into the midst, King Kong scratching his hairy behind in a gesture of farewell.

Mal considered the befuddled Pope before breaking into a benevolent smile.

"Pope Josh, what a marvelous head you have to contain five such wise and caring advisors! Why would you bemoan not hearing the voice of Eris when you have five of Her beloved Saints to guide you?"

Josh the Dill jumped as if an electric shock had been administered, his eyes widening. "But how...?"

"A wise anthropologist and psychonaut once said 'There is no great accomplishment in hearing voices in your head. The accomplishment is to know if they are telling you the truth.' In this instance, I tend to believe that the voices you hear are telling you the truth, and will serve to guide you."

"Here is what you must do. Go to my Retreat at Geode center, and remain there for five days. On the first day, call forth your first advisor. Become intimate with him. Talk about the weather. Learn his form and voice intimately, until you can recall his visage any time you require advice. Repeat the exercise with each of your "guides" on the following days."

Mal hesitated. Eventually, Josh would come to realize that his "guides" were simply different "selves", processing information in slightly different ways; but today was not the day for that specific lesson.

"At the end of five days, you will know the truth, and your path will be clear. Personally, I kinda think the hairy one wants his Kabal back, and the other four are just tickled to be along for the ride. Ultimately, Pope Josh, you must interpret the messages from your guides, and decide your own course. I have faith that your decision will be the right one."

Satisfied that Josh had understood his instructions, Mal turned to the Doctor. "Pope Mojo, has your donkey decided to move forward?"

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