On the Wings of Hope : Prose

- Stop twitching, oh brother, - smiled one of them.

When several seconds after his holiness appeared before my eyes once again - I was surprised no longer.

- And as for you, my son … we must perform the procedure of … cleaning, so that your brain can become sacred and holy once more and not a single demon even had the chance to crept into it! - and he smiled. - Seize him! In the name of the Patriarch!

My entire world ruined in a single flash of time. Everything I trusted, all that I hoped for - everything became nothing. All was in vain. And when my … brothers … seized me - I resisted no more. That was no longer necessary.

“May the Divine will guide me forevermore”, - a thought came an instant before a weighty wooden club of one of white brothers landed on my head …

25.06.2011

Great March

They called us madmen at first. Either too brave or too naive to dare to fulfill what we have once conceived. Too big dreamers, probably. Cranky adventurers, tired of sitting in their cozy ferro-concrete stone jungles. They laughed to us in our backs when we have started leaving our new old babylons, these huge inhuman anthills, which have been oppressing our proud spirit within centuries. They sent damnations to those leaving, in depths of their hearts fearing to remain left alone forever. In the first days of the Great March they tried to make every possible difficulty and create all imaginable obstacles for the marching ones. Their hatred and rage were great. But we were not broken.

Man after a man, family behind a family, city next to a city, wave following a wave, our Great March has begun. In all four directions of the world people were travelling, leaving away places of their recent dwelling. We were abandoning our stone prisons – inhuman piles of enormous ugly monsters made of stone and glass, aspiring, apparently, to eclipse the sun itself. Without hesitation or regret we were leaving behind us dark silhouettes of infinite robotized factories, which have been poisoning the earth, water and air for many years and turned people into insignificant resemblance of machines, spiritually destroying them, sucking away their strength of mind and burning will for own transformation in furnace of monotony and commonness. We left there, in our bitter past, practically all we once had – everything that was enthralling our spirit, taking away invaluable time of our lives, forcing us to move inside a horrifying wheel of incessant production and consumption. Now we were travelling with light baggage, having taken with us only the most necessary for upcoming new construction. And much wasn’t required at all.

Left behind were inhabited quarters, stuck round the city almost like flies around honey, risen into the sky and awaiting their inevitable destruction skyscrapers of the ones-in-power, smoking by a smog factories, half-empty prisons, dilapidated churches. Everything that was the essence of the old man. Left behind were high city walls, enclosed with iron wire, black-red sky together with a caustic, suffocating air of “the only possible freedom of living”. All of these were now disappearing behind us slowly, unstoppably and forever. All of this was given to the will of the forces of nature – ones so much wiser than us, people. Processions were going and going, and it seemed that there was no end to them. But they once ended as well. No new ones wishing to change themselves remained. And then elements absorbed those who have decided to stay idle.

And those people, who have marched into their last new campaign, dispersed across the most remote corners of their motherland. Fast changing climate of their world allowed them to travel to lots of previously uninhabited areas and lands. And they started colonizing these new territories, being evenly settled on them. They were those first daredevils, or madmen, - whatever the word you like most, - who have begun the great new building. Who have made possibly, apparently, the impossible – didn’t subordinate to themselves, but united with the nature instead in a great harmony and beauty. Their pioneer settlements became prototypes of new movement of people which have once erased all borders of the states.