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SHADOWS RECOLLECTING


SHADOWS RECOLLECTING  

Shadows Recollecting is the story of four people. One is a shaman, the next is an archaeologist. Together the shaman and archaeologist come across a dark secret, that at the start of time Earth was colonised by a superior species. This race called the Kaltaseans on the planet of Tendragos, was seen to pass on their derelict technologies to earth and the final frontier is space technology. The Kaltaseans are represented on earth by a villain called Black, who is the head of an organisation ages old called the Shadow Assembly.  

Along the way the shaman is mentored by a spirit guide called Santorias. Even though the shaman succeeds in wiping out the Shadow Assembly, the people of Tendragos are still inclined to wipe Earth out.  

The shaman Antonie, is forced to return to Tendragos where he becomes possessed by a God.

This God, the Walker of Shadows wipes out the entire planet in a catastrophe and after a period of years, the shaman who has been travelling in the spirit world lost, returns to Tendragos and finds that it has become a Wasteland.  

The quest then becomes a search for meaning without civilisation where the final answer is to return to a medieval like existence in a village. When the shaman fights Black again and wins, he is elevated to the stars and takes up residence among the Gods in a citadel of light.  

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ISBN:1-9211-1848-2
Format: A5 Paperback
Number of pages: 224
Genre: Fiction

 


Author: Justin Skarott
Imprint: Poseidon
Publisher: Poseidon Books
Date Published:  2006
Language: English

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AUTHOR BIO  

The author has been writing fiction for over ten years, and has produced several titles though many of them are not yet published. I come from an academic background, and have specialised in Comparative Mythology for over five years. For several years I studied at the University of New England and intend to complete a BA in either English Literature or Archaeology. I was born in Darwin , Australia and call Cairns home above any other place.

I am currently single and am working on a sequel to Shadows Recollecting, titled The Reflections of Light. Finally I have a third book written called the Battle for Light which is the culmination of four years of mythological research and should be available in the future. It acted as a basis upon which to write Shadows Recollecting. 

INTRODUCTION - A SHAMAN IS BORN    

When a shaman is born they say if his eyes are closed that it is because already his mind and thoughts are being drawn in to the other worlds that he will come to depend on later in his life. And as he takes his first breath, the stars in the heavens were thought to pause and dim their lights to acknowledge their loss. As the baby was born, he was heard to cough and the thunder echoed. Within minutes the rain fell and the tribesmen watched their dinner fire ebb away. Chaotically the gathered hunters recovered the portions of their meals and sought shelter in their huts. Each one took a firestick with them, and so it was that among a humbled and tired tracker learned something that would change his life forever.

But this was not enough, even though he heard the midwife chanting that their son possessed the lightning spirit. This was so unusual for a couple with limited mana or life force flowing through them that he put it to the back of his mind. Immediately the tracker led his horse out of the village bordered by a shadowy forest into a night of rain punctuated by wrathful lightning. Though it took several hours to climb the mountain trail he took his time, knowing full well the danger of mud slides. When he reached the cave of the village shaman, he did not have the courage to announce his arrival. Everyone in the village feared to cross paths with the shaman, the fact that it was the middle of the night only accentuated the fact that one had to be mad to summon a shaman under such circumstances. Kandu the newly appointed father and tracker planned to wait till the morning dawned before he would dare risk such an enterprise as proceeding. However the shaman Santorias ever uncanny sensed his presence even though the tracker’s approach had been masked by the reverberation of the rain.

`A great one has been born into our tribe, the likes of which has never been before. I knew of his coming many years before now. I have spoken at length with the spirits of the ancestors and even they were reluctant to tell me of his true potential or even how he alone would be this world’s only hope in alien days and dark misgivings. You must take me to him, a battle is taking place in his soul between the spirits of light and darkness which will ultimately plant the seeds of his destiny. I must call my own guardian spirits to his defence, and speak the sacred shaman song to his ears only. The journey between the traveller and shaman back to the village was one of silence. Neither one wished to speak their mind; Kandu, though he was respectful to the shaman, distrusted anyone who had power over the invisible. In his own mind Kandu thought that his child was normal and that it was the shaman’s choice to endow his son with supernatural being.

When they arrived back at the village, Isara the mother was asleep and Kandu was forced to wake her and carry her to their neighbours hut telling her that the shaman needed to work in secrecy. Santorias the shaman, the fabled seer of old began to chant the words of power that he could call upon at will from his subconscious and in a manner detached from the moment. He would give strength to the calling forth, a bid for the new spirit’s will and primal essence. The shaman also gave of himself, the protection the boy would need as the infant called out to find its own destiny. The aim of this was so he could know the path he would take before he got there. It was to have a sense of being or purpose to act with certainty through out the course of a frightening life. Though the shaman sacrificed all that he possessed, he knew that the long road he had travelled would end as the night gave way to the dawn. Santorias spoke the foreign tongues not born of any world and became like a man who burned with the fire of many men. Once the shaman called on Kandu to tell him what had passed. He had said that a great and terrifying battle had taken place in the spirit world and that many moons had passed there. Santorias conveyed that he had faced death many times and that as a consequence the boy would command a great presence among those he would walk among. At last the shaman could only look through Kandu and not see him.

His son would later explain that there are really two people within you, one can stand outside of you and that this was the one that could travel wherever it wanted while you were dreaming, and would come back to you upon waking. But the boy had said his secret was that he saw the whole world as being a dream and because of this the other worlds meant more to him than this place ever could. Kandu later believed that that shaman was only a ghost for when Kandu and Isara checked on their child later on they were bewildered to find that nothing remained of the shaman’s presence. But before Santorias died he had taken Kandu aside and told him something that would cause Kandu to lose much sleep for the rest of his life. It was that his son would be the greatest power ever to stand, and that he would travel to the distant lands that were unknown to his people, so that he would be forgotten to them.

He would come to be a symbol of hope to those who lacked faith, should he waver but a little then the people upon this world would come to an end. Kandu was mystified, he knew that he would be a poor teacher of one who would require many fields of training. They called the boy Arith Kentu or more commonly Arius, meaning the boy who even the demons fear. For many days he was a wonder among the tribe, but as he changed and became unlike any other shaman they had known they feared him, thought he was a threat. They were not to know that by placing him in exile, he would become something else. Arius was fifteen when he left his people, at the time he was very angry at being made an outcast and soon after very powerful storms plagued the village.

They would last for weeks at an end, and occasionally there would be an odd sighting by a hunting party in the mountains or among traders even in the desert that they had seen a young warrior who knew the secrets of the land and who mysteriously lived and no one saw him carry a weapon once. About this time Arius began to think very deeply about how to manipulate matter, how to defend himself against injury, how to appear to be one thing and yet be another. He had embarked upon a journey and he knew he would never return.           

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Arius stood upon the top of the mountain, it was an hour after dark and the air was thin up there. Quite some distance away he could see the whisperings of the ocean. It was a quiet place, a wilderness that would attract few if any others. Too much space and reflection brought to many questions to his mind. He knew however that he had to be there that this was a part of his destiny and that if he tried to deny it he would never escape. All around him he could see for miles in every direction, the grasslands, the forests and other mountains that could not be reached without weeks of travel.

But this one was the highest and because of this he was closer to the spirits and visions than he would have been otherwise. As far as he could tell no one else would ever know he had been there but that mattered little, in consequence with what he hoped to achieve that night. He knew that he owed a life debt then and there, he had a long fight ahead of him if he ever hoped to make his bid for power successful. Upon the horizon were incalculable eventualities, matters unresolved in his mind and he needed clear perception or he would fail and never make it back. The way he saw it was of the price of the one for the many, the need to defend those who had never dealt with spirits before, or know the many ways in which they might intrude upon the world. If he wasn’t careful he could lose himself to this place of power, it could decide to latch on to him and never let him go and torment him as he journied through the void. Knowingly he was cautious of getting caught in the depth between the endless worlds, that somehow he could be cut off before he reached that higher power that was before him.

Seemingly he tried to detach himself from the world of attachments, so that the world no longer confronted the senses. In some aspects his spirit was projected out there as a timeless traveller who could never be content no matter how much he might find. In his mind he kept telling himself stop trying to control the situation, it would either come or it wouldn’t. There was no in between. This was the meeting with truth, the time to be tested which was inestimably far more important than merely fulfilling one’s duty. Up until this moment he had thought he was ready, that he had always been a shaman and that he had nothing to lose. Suddenly the thought of his own mortality welled up in his mind, that was before the lightning spoke through him. Then and there everything was torn apart and consumed, what he had been died and something new took its place, but he was unsure what exactly. And before he knew it he was in an altered state, madness clouded his judgement while his spirit moved across great distances in a blur of motion.

What was happening? Part of him was no longer human but rather a jaguar seeming to dance across the plains. The lightning seemed to strike and before he knew it he was chasing the lightning up a bridge, but before he could get all the way up the bridge broke. He seemed to continue to chase the lightning bridge across the vastness of the plain. How could it make sense? Before he had closed his eyes there had been no plain and now he wasn’t quite so sure. No matter how fast he moved he was never fast enough. Was there a point to all of this? In a sense he knew this was his chance for empowerment, he made no wrong move but he could get no comfort out of it. And there I was caught in the lightning standing before the light and the darkness, between everything and nothing.

Everywhere I looked I could not feel the spirit of life, and yet I spun around that plain with the lightning beside me trying not to lose the will to hang on. More then anything it felt like I walked upon a razor’s edge or a revolving sword and that I would never find peace again. Then a thought came to me between the shadow and the flame, that the only thing I was holding on to was my own mortality and that should I let myself die that I would cross that bridge that taunted me so. The thing that I sought I knew it took its form from somewhere else, somewhere even beyond the storm, but at that moment such a place could not be defined. What I took from the lightning was not only wisdom but it was also that there is a trail that exists which is beyond what you can see. No matter how hard I tried the lightning seemed to elude me as if it were too much to handle, as if I were dimming or passing through the light of aeons.

And in that oblivion I seized upon thousands upon thousands of living beings, or people that outnumbered even the stars. I seemed to sense that the entire human race was right here, tiptoeing along the edge of an abyss and that this entire vast struggle might come to an end when the next second passed.  Here I realised that all that exists struggles by moments, both confronted by joy and sorrow but yet never stable. And in that moment a great many shadows crossed my mind, a loss of hope, a loss of being, a summit and extinction. A meeting among meetings where the purpose is the intensity and beyond the power, a shattering of light and reforging of light like a return to being.    

 

1 - A PAWN IS TAKEN 

 

Ten thousand years ago a race of human beings having overpopulated their own world sought to undertake an experiment on a planet called earth. They flew their space crafts half way across the galaxy to a docking station in the middle of an ocean. They called this place Atlantis where it was also called the Isle of the Beginning or Ring of Fire. This Atlantis was a training base where people had their memories wiped of the other world and of its technologies. Their more advanced home world, was a place called Tendragos. This centre was located in the middle of the Pacific Ocean where once they were ready they were ferried to designated cities around the world, the fact that the Atlanteans where thought to be native to the Atlantic was very important as a form of disinformation. Over the course of history every human being on the planet at some point had come from the mother planet Tendragos or were descended thereby much in the same way how our ancestors had conceived that everybody came from the garden of Eden.

There was also a secret faction of off-worlders however who were called the Shadow Assembly ruled simply by a man called the Grey One or more simply the Journeyman. The purpose of the Assembly was to keep the people of the Earth in check so that they would never be a threat to Tendragos. However through the course of ages Tendragos became so far ahead of the Earth in terms of technology that they decided to pass on the remnants of what was derelict to the people of the Earth. Hence the discovery of fire, marine transportation, agriculture, warfare and the forge. In the modern world it was the light bulb, electricity, the automobile, the telephone, the plane, nuclear physics and among other things the implantation of thought into the minds of Da Vinci, Newton and Einstein to name but a few. Throughout the ages the Shadow Assembly was thought to be incorruptible, but they did not know what happened in that earliest of beginnings, they could not know that their ancestors the Atlantites had left evidence of their true nature and origin on Earth, that when Atlantis had been destroyed ten thousand years ago that it had been far superior then our modern day civilisation.

It first came to light on an archaeological expedition in the deserts of Australia , near Hall’s Creek. As a matter of precaution the Shadow Assembly were not involved in that dig, though they had over a thousand of their fellow members on other digs around the world. They had planned for many scenarios but they had expected that should something go wrong that they could cover it up with their access to superior weaponry combined with hologram technology, astral projection, pyrokenesis and telekenisis. Malcolm Turner was only one man who happened to be in the right place at the wrong time, but it took him months to decipher what he called the Prylex manuscript. It was not written in any known language and when it did make sense it was so inconsistent with mankind’s current knowledge of history and evolution that he could never be exactly sure of the translation. At that time things began to get stranger in the world of Malcolm Turner, one of his long term associates on the dig had mysteriously disappeared and he was beginning to think that he was being followed.

Malcolm is forced to sell the Prylex manuscript to a private collector, Malcolm however senses that something is wrong, for starters no one on the dig knew of the importance of the document and secondly no one would believe that it wasn’t hoax, even trained academics would laugh at him. Malcolm agrees to part with the Prylex not because he is scared even though the guy is armed but because he already has most of it memorized. This is Malcolm’s first contact with the Shadow Assembly and it is almost his last. Two days later he’s driving his car along a stretch of coast road when a car pulls up beside him, a man raises his hand up at the car and the car begins to steadily move off the road. After the car goes off the road Malcolm jumps out of it in mid air and is free when it enters the water. The car does not stop to check to make sure he’s dead but merely drives on. Some how he does survive. In the next scene after Malcolm passes out on the rocks, he’s awake in a hotel room on the Gold Coast wearing a bandage or two from bruises and smoking a cigarette. Later on you find out that Malcolm has faked his own death to protect himself. Malcolm decides to call in a favour from a friend, this is Lilly a former girlfriend.

The two worked together on digs through out the Middle East, Saudi Arabi and Libya . At the moment Malcolm only has a hunch, he does not know what he is looking for or where to find this Ring of Fire but he sends Lilly out to New Caledonia to monitor shipping routes. His idea is that if the people who were trying to kill him were hiding anything that the best place to look is at the source. In the meantime Malcolm finds mention of another document in Mexico City that alludes to the Ring of Fire in an early Mayan codex and also talks about how the Gods of that Time moved between the worlds at will and how in the first days they traded between worlds until they decided to cut ties between the motherland and the colony world. Here it is said that though the Gods removed afar off from their own kind that they did so that one would live in the light of knowledge and the other might be born in ignorance.

Truly the two worlds became independent of one another but the Gods decided to watch the people of the earth from a great distant to preside over in judgement. In that day Atlantis was destroyed which was also called Tendragos among the elders. For the God’s thought that it would serve them not to remember the name of Tendragos. They say that Atlantis drowned to take away the memory of the stars that they knew, and they would continue to come among men till they were numbered to the ends of the earth and only the Assembly would remain and honour the Gods. But there was also a prophecy that when the Old world would become as the New, or that when the men of the earth had the final secret to crossing the oceans of space that the two would go to war so that only the one could remain. In that final hour when the great revelation was to be proclaimed only one would be ready.

Technology would war with the heart for courage and there would be a great rain upon the earth when a great wizard, the one among the many, the one elevated among the many, the one who could equal the many would prove of greater mana and bearing then what time could in altered being wield. Malcolm was beginning to see how important his role could be, in what he saw to be a very dangerous time of retribution. He was also worried about this battle between worlds because he knew that no such saviour of men had ever existed, Jesus had never been a God of war and valour but a man of compassion, a man expected in mankind’s darkest hour. A man for the afterlife and not the current one.

Malcolm’s greatest disadvantage was that he did not know that the ultimate decision of whether to share the knowledge of large scale stellar transportation rested upon the shoulders of the Shadow Assembly. Should they act pre-emptively it would be certain that no leader would be ready for what they would face. Eventually Lilly reported in with all the information she had gathered. Of all the ships manifests only one freight ship was travelling with lighter supplies then the others and only one headed out from the same port and returned without coming into contact with any other ships over a prolonged period. It did not seem so much that the ship was hiding something but rather that to find out what was going on could be worth dying for. The ship was called oddly enough the Dissentor, nobody could get onto it without ending up floating up in the harbour the next day and there was even the rumour that no thief would attempt to get on board even with the darkness to conceal their movement. A couple of days later Malcolm was in the airport about to board the plane when he is pursued by two armed men in trench coats. He narrowly misses being shot at and the security guards think they are intercepting them. The two thugs kill half a dozen men before they disappear into thin air and it is realized then that they were only holograms or apparitions. They are then seen to be on the plane where they introduce themselves to Malcolm.

`You should of stayed dead the first time, or better yet stayed in Mexico City . Did you really think that you could seek us out and we would let you? But you have shown a great deal of resource and in intelligence to get this far. Because of this we shall let you live for the time being. Our employer already has your tablet but he suspects you might have stumbled across something else in the meantime and he doesn’t like surprises. Behave yourself and you may come to see the impossible manifest itself as reality.’    

 

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