inheavenslight | Sermon One | Accidental

[There was the sounds of birds chirping, leaves moving in the wind and the sound of someone mumbling to themselves.] This is not good at all- what if the Church thinks I ran away?

[Now the sound of grass rustling as someone is walking around.] But I have wings- so, maybe this is a dream? Maybe some symbolism? What do wings represent? Um. [There is more pacing.] Wings. Wings. Wings.

In the fifth book and the third sermon, Mother Monoya said 'And thusly The Lady felt as if she had wings, and was moving further from the body of the Dei-' [A gasp.] Nonono- Does this mean I am only moving further from the Church? But in the seventh sermon she said 'The Lady knew her spirit could soar and look down on the peoples of the lands, to see the full body of the Deity and learn of em.' So maybe its a sign because I am still ground bound that while I have wings I have the potential to fully learn of the Deity but I am stuck here by my own insecurities. What would Abel say?

What would HE say?

He would say: You're thinking too much about the symbolism, so why don't you just enjoy the idea of fliting around with my birds. But- there has to be a reason why I am dreaming about this. I have never dreamed about wings before. So, I will pretend I am on a journey in my dreamworld in my mind.

Maybe I will learn something and can bring it back to the waking world if I remember it. Which I won't. Because really, who remembers dreams in that much detail? What is this? [Suddenly the journal is picked up. There is a bespectacled man with gray eyes and light blond hair. He narrows his eyes as he looks over the journal and realizes it is recording. Suddenly, the expression quickly changes, from one curiosity, to fear to neutral. Almost blank. Luce can see other people in it, so he knew that he had to be impersonal- be The Judge.]

To whom is using this…device-

['It is a dream right? So, it can’t be witchcraft, right?' He thinks to himself]

I require some information on this locale and perhaps someone could tell me why I have wings.

[Why ponder symbolism when one can simply have it spelled out to him. His mind would be nice and tell him, right? Right!]

I have just arrived, and judging from other notes I have seen, others have just arrived too.

[Luce paused as he tried to think of how to sort this out mentally.]

I know it is improper of me to read into their personal affairs, so perhaps could someone be so polite to tell me the answers to the basic questions:

Who is in charge here?
What am I doing here?
When is this?
Where am I?
and How did I get here?

[Luce pauses for a few more moments, feeling out the next sentence in his mouth.]

Of course, it would be rude of me to ask so much without properly introducing myself, I am The Judge of Sancia.

[After all, Luce is amongst people now. So, he wasn’t Luce. He had a role he had to act out and he would. Oh he wanted to look into those other entries, but if this were a dream they would probably be talking about potatoes and the color orange and how orange could be such an ugly color in many situations. And rude after all, he couldn’t just let people know he was sneaking around reading- and Abel said not to do that unless he was working.]

And I am quite new here.