by Mike Crowson
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This time it was Manjy who led the way, out through the door the king had indicated and onto a narrow path through the bleakest wilderness and up through soaring mountains. At length they came to a deep chasm. So deep the bottom was lost from sight. At the other end of a narrow rope bridge were two stone pillars and by them sat the high priestess, impassive, upon a rock. She was dressed in a long white dress and blue cloak, with a crescent moon at her brow for a headdress and rolled up on her knee was a scroll. She beckoned them across the bridge and they went, each with his or her own particular fears, temptations, stresses, doubts, desires, loves and faiths. The bridge was long and narrow and the void below them bottomless. A chilly wind from the imagined mountains stirred the images before them but they reached the safety of the other side.
"You have crossed the great abyss that divides Kether and the supernals from the rest of the creative force," said the great High Priestess, unsmiling but in a tone which suggested approval and support. "Few choose to take so direct a route. Pass my friends and seek to uncreate the evil that you would destroy."
They filed past the Tarot High Priestess and onward towards a glowing whiteness ahead. The glow grew brighter until they stepped into a room so brilliantly lit that they could see almost nothing. An ancient king sat upon a white throne, grizzled white and bearded. He did not turn towards them and said only, "Pass through this place, and do what you must."
It was necessary for all six of them to lie down in the grass. They did this, feet facing outwards, heads inwards, holding hands. "We are going to enter the astral world," said Gill softly. "Close your eyes, relax and we will go together."
There were eight simultaneous 'clicks' and six personalities moved into the completely non-physical.