Three Winds Logs.

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Three winds was a normal brown haired brown eyed Maltese man, somewhat thin, from his copious amounts of cardimine use.

There was a normal use, a ritual use of those who live on Malta, but the cults use of the substance was a test in endurance. It also kept the reigns on who was the most devout. Few got past the first plateau of overdose or :ordination: to ascend in levels of responsibility within the cult.

There was a small risk however... Some while tolerant of the ordinations, only a few have been seen or deemed worthy of being the next master teacher.

Three Winds attempted the right with Mar Saras blessing, but his blood was weak.



"Three Winds, your blood rejected the divine nectar... And while your spirit has proven to us all that you are righteous in the defense of the divine the ability for you to transcend your flesh cannot be done in meditation alone. Take one of the temple sabers, armed with only the gifts you can take with you into the next incarnation. And find the vision I give you."


The disease thins the blood until the heart stops. Three winds only had three days to make it to the shrine that was given to him telepathically by Mar Sara... he had already began to shed orange tears that stained his skin.


The people of Malta knew it as thin-blood, and had long ago known how to avoid killing fields workers and landscapers who made thier days go by quickly.

But it identified the cult members... many of the people on malta were devout catholics still, at least the plantation owners whom Three winds was initially raised.


Three winds had to be helped in to the cockpit... and took the long journey.. To the ruin in the purple clouds.......

As hundreds had done before him for decades... Three winds had the idea and held it dearly that the gods would see fit to put him in the place that Mar Sara was now... he felt as if the unseen forces of the divine were with him.. were coaxing him forward when he felt the pains of the withdrawl and the hazyness of overdose to survive this far..



Why now?


WHY FAIL NOW? ... he stopped for a moment.. traversing the tau 23 jumphole... What venimous thoughts was he taking to the temple in the void? ... Perhaps it was true.. his flesh was weak he was already hating MarSaras wisdom..


... he felt timid the rest of the way onto the breach in magellan and Met a Morph and a freelancer... as if they had been waiting there...


he spoke timidly.. no long bound by the rules of the order.. he greeted his fellow human.. and the Divine master child..


"I am dying.. I am looking for the ruin so it brings me peace.."

They both asked him his story.. and he told it .. as much that mattered.

The morph showed both him and the other freelancer the ruin... it was as MarSara had given him...

"Rest.. How I cant wait.. to rest.."


The gate was unlike anything he had exsperienced... As well as the ruin.. but at this point being nearly blind he felt the beating heart in his chest.

lack of food
Water
sleep.


He hoped.. as the sabre entered the irradiated chambers of the station.. he would find peace..




Was there a transition?

Three winds.. seemed to.. feel at rest... sleeping.. but waking more.... and more...




Re-awakening. Rebirth.. Leaving the mortal coil.. behind.. Nothing of the previous life was needed.

Just the devotion. Just the loyalty. Only the love he learned for the divine.


A new mind. Had become complete.

Reincarnation? no.

Transformation? Possibly.

This was not some consciousness transfer.. The mind of a divine being was of many... And these new waves.. These new forms required many lives to be complete. Three Winds hand helped this mosaic come to life.

A new generation. Come to light.