Showing posts with label seeker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label seeker. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

The Philosopher's Stone in the Sword of (Sort-of) Truth

Zedd pulled out a a stone, he threw it on the ground before him and Richard. He stood up and circled his fingers above the little stone until, suddenly, it grew into a bigger stone.
"Zedd! That's your cloudrock!"
"Actually, my boy, it's a philosopher's stone. My father gave it to me a long time ago."
The wizard moved his fingers faster and faster until it emitted a light, sparks and whirling colors. He kept stirring, mixing the light. There was no sound, only the pleasant smell of springtime rain. Finally the wizard seemed satisfied.
"Step onto the stone, my boy."
Initially insecure, Richard stepped into the light. It tingled and felt warm against his skin, as if laying in the summer sun without clothes after swamming. He bathed in the warm, safe feeling, surrendered to it. He let his hands move sideways from his body, until they were horizontal. He moved his head backwards, took deep breaths and closed his eyes. It felt miraculous, as if he was floating in water; only he was floating in light.
Rejuvination flowed through him. His spirit felt connected with everything surrounding him. He was one with the trees, the grass, the insects, the animals aorund him, the water, the air; he did not feel like a separate being, but a part of the whole. He understood the interconnectedness of everything now in a new way, saw himself as lowly and all-powerful. He saw the world through the eyes of all the creatures around him. It was a shocking, beautiful insight. He allowed himself fluttering up with a bird soaring above him, saw the world through his eyes, hunted mice, hungry, needy, saw the campfire below, the sleeping people.
Richard allowed his identity to spread out on the winds. He became everyone and nobody, felt the heat of their needs, smelled their fear, tasted their joy, understood all their desires and then let it all melt to nothing until where he stood there was an emptiness, alone in the universe, the only living being, the onl thing that even existed, then let the light flow through him, light that brought forth the others who had used the same stone, Zedd, his father, and the wizards before them, uncountable years, thousands of years, everyone. Their essence flowed through him, shared itself with him. The tears streamed down his cheeks because of the wonder of all of this.
Zedd's hands jumped forward and released its magical substance. It whirled around Richard and glistened like a liquid until he found himself in the center of the cyclone. The glistening concentrated its whirling and gathered around his chest. With a twinkling sound like that of a crystal chandelier in the wind, the dust rose away into the heavens as if it climbed up a kite and tookt he sound along with it while rising, higher and higher, until it reached the cloud. The cloud took on the magical substance and was lit from within by brewing colors. On the horizon lightning flashed, wild, expectantly.
At once the lightening stopped, the light in the cloud subsided and disappeared, and the light from the wizard's stone retreated inside until it faded out entirely. Suddenly it was quiet. Richard was back and was just standing on a rock. He looked at Zedd's smiling face with big eyes.
"Zedd," he whispered, "now I know why you're on that rock all the time. I've never felt something like that all my life. I had no idea."
Zedd smiled knowingly. "You're a natural, my boy... You felt at home like a duck in the water. You've got all that's needed to become a great wizard." He leaned forward, happy. "Now try to imagine doing it naked."
"Does that make a difference?" Richard asked surprised.
"Of course. Clothes hinder the experience. Zedd put his arm on Richard's shoulder. "Once I'll let you try it."
"Zedd, why did you let me do that? It wasn't necessary. You could have done it.
"How do you feel now?"
"I don't know. Different. Relaxed. Clearer in my head. I think less overcome, not so depressed."
"That's why I let you do it, my friend, cause you needed it. You had a rough night. I can't change the problems, but I could help to make you feel better. "
"Thank you, Zedd."
"Go to sleep, it's my watch now." He winked at Richard.
"If you ever change your mind and want to become a wizard, it would be my honor to welcome you into the brotherhood."
Zedd held up his hand. From the darkness the piece of cheese he threw away earlier floated back to him.

Sounds exactly like an entheogenic trip to me, like this one, what is not on the page is before the trance set in, I become naucious and stumbled to my bed, where I just had to take off all my clothes with eyes already closed, and then I started to melt.
Excerpt translated to english freely from the dutch version of Wizard's First Rule by Terry Goodkind (which is translated by Max Schuchart, who also translated the Lord of the Rings books by Tolkien into dutch).

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Use Your Head

"How could someone fight at his side? Darken Rahl wants to rule all, be master of them all. How could they fight for him?"
The wizard leaned against the rock and looked over the hills as if he saw more there than there was. His tone was full of sorrow. "Because Richard, lots of people need to be ruled to be able to live. In their selfishness and greed, they see free people as their oppressors. They want a leader that will cut the bigger plants so the sun will reach them. They feel no plant can become bigger than the smallest one, so all plants get light. They'd rather receive a guiding light, no matter the fuel, than to light a candle themselves."
Some think that when Rahl wins he will smile at them and they will be rewarded, and so to win his favor they are as ruthless as him. Some are simply blind for the truth and fight for the lies they hear. And some notice, when that guiding light is burning, that they are chained, and then it's too late." Zedd stroked his sleeves smooth alongside his arms and sighed. "There have always been wars, Richard. Every war is a murderous battle between enemies. And yet no army ever went to the battlefield with the idea that the Creator had chosen the side of their enemy."
Richard shook his head. "It makes no sense."
"I'm quite certain Rahl's followers think us to be monsters, capable of anything. They will hear endless stories about the ruthless cruelty of their enemy. I'm sure that none of them knows much about Darken Rahl, except what has been told to them by Darken Rahl himself."
The wizard frowned, his intelligent eyes sharp. "Maybe it's a twisted display of logic, but that doesn't make it less threatening or lethal. Rahl's followers only have to crush us, they need not understand anything else. But if you want to win, against a stronger enemy, you will have to use your head."

Excerpt from Terry Goodkind's Sword of Truth: Wizard's first rule. Translated from dutch.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Perception is Everything

Zedd led them to the edge of the grass. They walked between the long shadows of the trees to the place where two little thorns grew, one as thick as Richard's fist, the other as thin as Kahlan's.
He turned to Richard. "Draw the Sword." The special, ringing, metal noise filled the late noon air when he drew it. Zedd leaned further forwards. "Now I will show you the most important aspect of the sword, but to do that you have to give up your position as Seeker for a short while and allow me to name Kahlan the Seeker."
Kahlan looked suspiciously at Zedd: "I don't want to be a Seeker."
"Only for this demonstration, my dear." He gestured Richard to give her the sword. She hesitated before she took it with both hands. The weight was unbearable and she lowered the tip on the grass. Zedd waved his hands above her head: "Kahlan Amnell, I name you the Seeker." She kept her eyes on him with the same suspicious look. Zedd put his finger under her chin and lifted her head. His eyes were wild. He brought his face closer to hers and spoke with soft voice.
"When I left the Midland with this sword, Darken Rahl put these two trees here with his magic. To mark me, to be able to come and get me when he chooses to. The same Darken Rahl that had your sister killed." Her expression became darker. "The same Darken Rahl that is following you, to kill you like he did Dennee." Hate was rising in her eyes. She clenched her teeth so the muscles in her strong jaw became visible. The Sword of Truth rose from the ground. Zedd went to stand behind her. "This tree is his. You have to stop him."
The sword flashed through the autumn air with a speed and power that Richard barely held possible. A loud cracking sound went through bigger tree, as if a thousand branches broke at once. Splinters flew everywhere. The tree seemed to be momentarily suspended in air, and then fell with a boom (boom, flemish/dutch for tree ;p) next to what was left of it in the ground.
Richard knew he would have needed at least ten good axe strikes to do the same.
Zedd let the sword glide out of Kahlans hands. She sank to her knees, and put her hands in front of her face. Immediately Richard squatted next to her to support her.
"Kahlan, what's the matter?"
"I'm ok." She put a hand on his shoulder and he helped her up. Her face was pale, but she tried to smile anyway. "But I distance myself from my position as Seeker."
Richard turned to the wizard. "Zedd, what is this for nonsense? Darken Rahl didn't put that tree there. I've seen you water those trees and care for them. If you'd put a knife to my throat, I would say that you planted them to remember your wife and daughter."
Zedd smiled only mildly. "Very good, Richard. Here is your sword. Now you are the Seeker again. Now you cut down the small tree, my boy, and I will explain."
Frustrated Richard took the sword in both hands; he felt the anger surge through him again. He directed the sword with a powerful swing up towards the remaining tree. The tip of the sword cut through the air whistling. Just before the sword hit the tree, it suddenly stopped, as if the air around it had become too thick to let it through. Richard stepped back amazed. He looked at the sword and tried again. Once more the sword stopped. The tree wasn't hit. He looked at Zedd in a fury who was grinning with folded arms.
Richard put the sword away. "Ok, what's going on."
Zedd innocently raised his eyebrows. "Have you se how easily Kahlan cut through the big gtree?" Richard frowned. Zedd smiled. "He could have been made of iron. The sword would have gone through it just as easily. You are stronger than Kahlan and you couldn't even scratch the little tree."
"Yes, Zedd, I noticed that."
Zedd's forehead wrinkled as if he was amazed. "And how is that, do you think?"
Richard's frustration melted away. This was the way in which Zedd always taught him, by letting him give the answer himself. "I would say that it had something to do with the intention. She thought the tree was evil, I didn't."
Zedd stuck a bony finger in the air. "Very good, my boy!"
Kahlan reacted nervously. "Zedd, I don't get it. I destroyed the tree, but it wasn't evil. It was innocent."
"That, my dear, is what this demonstration is about. Reality is not relevant. Perception is everything. If you think it is the enemy you can destroy it, wether true or not. The magic interprets only your perception. It will not harm someone you deem innocent, but it will destroy everyone you see as an enemy, within limits. Only what you believe is the determining factor, and not if those beliefs are true.
Richard was somewhat overwhelmed. "That doesn't leave any room for mistakes. What happens if you're not sure?" Zedd lifted an eyebrow. "I'd better be sure, my boy, otherwise you could get a heap of troubles. The magic could read things from your mind where you are not even conscious of. It could be dual. You could kill a friend, or not kill an enemy.

Excerpt from Terry Goodkind's The Sword of Truth 1: Wizard's First Rule.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Sword of Truth: Legend of the Seeker

The Sword of Truth is a series of eleven epic fantasy novels written by Terry Goodkind. The books follow the protagonists Richard Cypher, Kahlan Amnell and Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander on their quest to defeat oppressors who seek to control the world and those who wish to unleash evil upon the world of the living. Legend of the Seeker is a live-action weekly television series based on The Sword of Truth novels.

This is a great show, the best fantasy series I've ever seen I think compared to the crap out there. It actually got criticized because it was not as "fun" as Hercules or Xena, I guess I'm not as braindead as anyone who could even watch these retarded shows, let alone call them fun. I nearly had a heart attack when I found out Sam Raimi is partly responsible for all these shows. The show uses 300-style slow-mo action that works really well, and is storywise way better than anything I've seen on a weekly basis, being based on the novels.
This is gonna be a basic post cause in the first minute spent on wikipedia I had a major spoiler explode in my face, damn you demons who update this wikihell of spoilers! Whatever happened to spoiler alert, not necessary on the most popular encyclopedia of the world? Call me the Seeker, of Spoiler Alerts!

The main character is a young man named Richard Cypher (seen here, cutting flying apples courtesy of Zedd, like Luke Skywalker in the Millenium Falcon), a Westland woods guide whose simple life is forever changed after he becomes the Seeker of Truth, fulfilling the prophecy of saving the world.

Richard Cypher, Cypher: a message written in a secret code (can be a good or bad msg, in the matrix, it's bad hehe), an obscure woods guide who would never amount to anything. In other words, obscure li'l you. Anyone can be the Seeker and take up the Hero's Journey. A sort of alchemical metaphorical story for the path of any real Seeker. Check out the Radical Myth podcasts at Radical Change Group.
This is more from the books than the series:
Richard learned to channel his rage using the Sword of Truth, given to him by the wizard Zedd. The Sword of Truth channels Richard's anger into great strength and power, but he can only use the blade to harm those he believes to be truly evil. He also learns to channel love into the Sword. When he does, he can kill anyone, innocent or not - he hates that fact more than the anger.
The Sword of Truth, a great metaphor for "Reason". So Reason can channel Anger into great strength and motivation. And basically the Sword of the good guys is only used in defense. A more interesting metaphor is that we may hurt who we believe we don't like, but usually end up hurting the ones we love much more, so tread wisely on life's path Seeker.

Westland is separated from the Midlands by a magical boundary, which was created to prevent any magic from entering Westland (Also see Merlin). But of course, the Seeker can cross it, somehow, someway along with his accompagnying magic. Representing any barrier a Seeker may have, barriers are temporary no matter how they seem, repeat after me Seeker "barriers are temporary."

Meet Zedd, the wizard. In the character description on Wikipedia: He rarely panics and always looks ahead to what has to be done. That's not a description of a wizard, it's a description of a sane person who isn't brainwashed and programmed to be an idiot. Consolidating the Hero's Journey, a Truth Seeker/Wizard doesn't panic and always looks ahead to what has to be done.

Zedd: "Young people! Everything is black and white, either or!" (Catmas!)

Zedd: Where there is no way, the Seeker will find a path! Lesson number four.
Richard: You said the last one was number four.
Zedd: Number five then!
Richard: ... Are you just making these up?

Meet Kahlan Amnell, a Confessor, she has a gift for knowing and reading people and realizing why they do what they do even if the person himself does not know why. Confessors are a sisterhood that take care of disputes in any village, she listens to both sides who may not lie to a confessor, and then the confessor decides what will be done and that's final. A confessor can also touch anyone and use their power to permanently obliterate the free will of a victim and replacing it with love and subservience to the confessor until either one dies. The power is always present and the confessor has to hold it in at all times. A rather harsh way of good getting rid of evil in the world, maybe a metaphor for any movement trying to rid the world of their perceived evil by their own wrongdoing.

Darken Rahl (Dark Ra? Black Sun? See Secret Sun today: Dark Sun Rising) is the emperor of D'Hara. He is an evil tyrant who wants to capture the Midlands and Westland into his empire by enslaving the people living there. While he has at his disposal wizards and legions of soldiers to help him achieve his goal, he seeks the Book of Counted Shadows, which will give him ultimate power. (A silly spell book? ;p The Wicca 'bible' is called the Book of Shadows) Rahl is aware of the prophecy of the Seeker and has ordered his minions to kill him.

So any obscure person from the most unlikely upbringing, can take up the role of a Seeker, through synchronicity find a few Wizards to learn from (but don't confuse a wizard with a salesman...), be honest (confessor) and face the darkness and lies (Darken Rahl) to find the Truth. See Joseph Campbell's work for more on the Hero's Journey, like the Hero with a Thousand Faces. Check out the Radical Myth podcasts at Radical Change Group. Journey well on your own path Seeker!