Geduion book one chapter one
Centrum Vitae - What - The New “Bible” Holy Book.
Table of Contents:
Based on he bible /Timeline :
Book one: The Book of Centrum Vitae: Ballad of Monore, The Mad Prophet of imagination.
The First Imagining (Aphiem, imagines himself, (The true “God” Beginning of Agartha:)
The Book of Eruiem.
The Book of Prophets.
The Book of Druids
Gedion.
Visions
Moritz
Addle
Angelus-Cecidit: Monroe The Mad Prophet.
Padded Rooms
Dreams
Center of life - Worlds Collide.
Plot:
Worldbulding Elements:
Book set 20 years in the future (near future) In a fascist regime in the united states as a backdrop of an unknown Predisent who has taken over the country as dictitoary and is waging pointless proxy wars /this time in “socialist dens” and locals deemed international terrorist enterprises, such as most of the middle east, asiaia and afrcia, all at war now with the united sattes -now turning towards a new fascist goverment set to re conilize /re concur the known world with its Eroupian allies, ignoring the impacts on their own citzzens especially the increasingly harsh bans on homelessness (now homeless people once called Vagrants under similar cruel laws, are simply called Nulla (The new critsoo fashsits autocrosy Re adopts, latin in the orginal translation of the king james bible and beyond -as a national language alongside english for religious and culreal praicicies of true chirtsinity (onlu the cult like rituals of the state so far removed) renaming many things in soocity ion latin -
2. Themes: Menat to bride the deveide by blending themes and element of real Scocince, astrophysics, -Relgion,Mythogy, rewriting the bible and reclaimhg the Maytar/jesus tale for a new age, -How fantasy can be perheble to reality when you lived your entire life alone, or in pain, and have never had the luxury of any kind of life of your own, Transdenetical consciousness, revolutionary fantasies for the future of humanity post Capisistim, connection, Homelessness, new soiscties, new religions cults, Time travel, dreams -Imagnation even myth making and fiction as the most potent form of imagnatoon that others can buy witch is-connection -as a form of small, but signfrant Devine province, mirchles, faith, reclaimed “Madness”, uniting people through the power of stories, and hope, life beyond real life.
Mythology of Agatha -
Anything imagined is real there (not quoite that simple) its the most pure concentration of Eruim pure imagination, the realm of true creation and free imagination unbounded.
Agartha isnt heaven its part methopr part Nucleas for a brain out of counssniuiss splluting from its relation to the world (Monore is the prophet has untreated Skitfroenia, and Phycocis -Phycoeffetive disorder you are meant to question if all of this is in his head and he can never know that because of as many of his friends and doctors say after the big reveal -His line between reality and fantasy has been profoundly obscuored for much of his life, and I fear If I bring him back to earth now he will die on impact.” Meant to spark conspiercy but also deeper questions then these types of plot twits usually get into like how sosoicity treats mentall illness as Monore and his freinds all seem to treat him with humanity, Gedion forgives him after a phyodidc episode and when grieving his death all he can recall with fondess is monore taking him to worlds beyond -Them sharing dreams (I will get to that) and even some like Moritz are though they are also. Agartha its self (a spefrical realm of connrtated imagination, with primarily the Vally and the temple as are called in the Agrthan tongue -a new language of primalrly religious use -
Agrtha is a coumist uptopia, but also isnt super unrealistic either in its soioctial structure and is based on real life cultures on earth that have been sucfull in creating small, but fiar sosocities that took care of eachother, valued community creativity and love beyond all other things and didnt force anyone to work,
The moral code of just one realm in teh Multiverse Agrartha sends Eruim out to to keep alive -the prophets realm they pay special attention too- Earth, our moral code deosnt actulully exist its relative changes over time ect- so it doesnt apply in agrtha but because of how society is how happy everyone is abd the fact they are all imagined by the druids of old - imorital beings that can litatryaly be whatever they want to be, turn into whatever they desire, desciover whatever theyw ant, explore any desire, and creatie anything they desire as the landscape of Agrtsha at least beyond where th Vally and temple and small armies are fighting off the Goruim with a forceful till the opreht can come and save them to no avail -The beings -Agrthans who live in the valley village are as happy as anyone can be they are totally free-and Monore is painfully envious of them-But also -having had Vesins of Argtha all his life-but never come in person, he decides he needs to fullfill his duty as Prophet espcially since Addle the angel saved his life when being attempted to be killed by The Police Cheif: Andrews (one ofthe main angronists of the story, also Monore’s bliogical father, big reveal later on who puts a hit out on him.
In “real life” everyone thinks he died but in his sted, Gideon falls deeper into his Opiod addiction and now Fental, and almost ODS, Angie and Molly become more central characters as Moritz attempts to hijack the Centrum Vedie, rewrite Monore’s hollybook his scriptures and use his death as galvanizing event, as a maytr to get all the Nulla’s In the city to rise up, against the police and the state -and soon even the people who wronged them later when Moritz goes full villain mode, other people think Moriz is actually like a radical revolutionary even though they dont know the full truth witch is that-Moritz was in love with Monore, for a long time, but Monroe never loved him back witch was like…with Monroe basically is sent into a coma
Center confcit in Agrtha that Monore gets dragged into as the true Prophet: for this book -is at the center of the universe the first and the last beings in the universe -made of pure ikmagnation the druis in teh white temple work to tack the great prophecy, keep Eruim alive in the outer religions of the universe as it expands beyond their control witch for Melionia has become impossible to keep up due to a contasant loosing war between them and their Nahboorhing race in agartha
-The Council of druids watch over agartha since they themselves control the prophyes and the lost art of Druidry, controlling the Eruim magic with spells and their ananceint arts -the ones who sent the druids to teh realm of the prophet (earth) at its incepetion to watch over its creation look out for the one- even since they have sacfreid their freedom to become a subgated race -unable to report the attrociiets of earth to their Druid elders on teh high council because They didnt antipatiet the Eruim would be so—low imagination would be far less present in the life forms then had been intended and the erupencey of the prophets returnt o be almaplifed but they doubare a dying race, belive the great propheey of one, from ojne of Eruims infinite relms to rise to lead them -to bridge the lost connection between the center THE GREAT OME, APRTHRUIM -(GOD) and the it imagined,
Characters:
Gideon Dutches
Monore Proverbs
“The Catian”
Mortiz Hollile.
Book One:
The Book of Gedion:
“No! Where are you going!? Dont leave me on this island, who are you, I know us finding eachother here-has gtot to mean somthing!??”
“When I love you, again?”
“Wait- Wait!” Then I woke up, hypertenvalating like a hippo in hyperspcae, could not contain all the fragments of the dream flooding back, trying to recall all the little rem-sleeep dreamvisions before they slipped back into the realm of the forgotten, but I was too slow, not a Dali type and the dream yet again slipped through my flingers as they slammed upon my bedslide table, reaching round for my glasses.
“Fucking, fuck-fuck…not again!”
“Man, your up early? Have another wet dream about killing yourself?” Astor, rolled over my bedside, getting his dandruff on the pillow smoking a ciggrete butt, getting his dirty dockmartin on my pillow piles and clean bedding with little care, shooting me a smirk, under his Hair metal mop.
“No, I barely slept in, as a matter a fact”
“Enegry drinks running short you’d think you’d be sleeping like a baby.”
“Arent you, and the “Sell outs” soppoed to be on tour”
“No…I mean maybe, i dont even know whats going on anymore, shit got too hot at the studio you dont mind if I crash with you and the crazy crew, do you sweet cheeks?”
“Well, Your…here now so.”
“Yeayyyyy sleepover, god its been, too long-still keeping the hoarder house going I see, this little curtain is doing alot of…heavy lifting, but everyone can see any minute those piles are gonna crash and crush your sorry ass-”
“Alright Astor, thats enough out of you, where the fuck is lucien, I have…a busy day ahead of me, already…slept in enough, I praiclly missed everything going on today”
“Lucien?Oh yeah, he doesnt still live behind the bookshelf does he, looks like all the dollhgouses, boxes, and…trashbags are gonna give him a good run for his money getting out this time-you wont see him anymore, if anything he’s probably busy lecturing 1800s vociran snobs on the ethics of forks over fucking the poor or somthing, he has no time for you anymore”
“No he’ll be here, they all will. they will want to hear about my dream, I need to know, their wisdom to interpet it its the third one like ive had this month, that has got to mean something, besides we have plans today…to write peter, I think I will finally get arround to it.
“Well what if they dont show, and what if were finally crushed in this room of yours, alone, under the weight of your indoor dump?”
“Heh, oh my friend, Never understesimate the power of a lonely bastard, in need of company”
“God you reek, how long have you been alone in here anyway?”
“...Thats a private question…” I said, looking down at my naked, bug bitten, bruised, broderline anorxic body, in shame I had worked every day to ignore and escape fuck him for reminding me for dragging and forcing that kind of typical genre specific shame back onto my face and body and mind as if its wanted or needed -just because its in character for him, I wanted to kick the stupud mug off his stupud face, think his funny quips, and insights may have actually be funny, and genuine if I was actually a bit more enetrnating of a subject
and not a enetrly dysfunctoral wrech, riddled with more of a chaotic unbabrly mad mental situation to even keep up with, the kind of person people dont like to even consider, exist. That live and breathe and wriggle arround underneath this large mother, in the dirt like fettit worms in the trasheaps, souls that have always dweeled within our margins, most do not like to think about, so to ignore them into early graves, perhaps they think, it will make us go away, knowing most of us, are so often forced to spend our anbandoed worldly days, idly dreaming.
“Look away you flat pervert”
“Its so funny -You could be a hot piece you know, my band loves the heroin shic fcuked up in the head types. you’d fit right in”
“If they were for real, and not total tools maybe…but even so I wouldnt fit it”
“pfft, right because let me guess-You never fit in, you could at least try to fit in, you know you’ll never fit in perffecly anywhere no circle is a perfect fit, maybe one day youll have to settle down, shave off some fo teh edges to fit…enopugh.”
“Enoughs, not good enough, theft wants me to change, they dont know what's right, I have yet to meet men who see what I see, live how I want to live, it's…not impossible, no, I’d rather stay in here, with you.”
“You’ll die here.”
“I’LL DIE HAPPY…if I die in my dreams, in my sleep right here in this room, with you, I would take that over the world my lifestory’s been set in so far any day - I would, because here, I will die in a world where pepole are kind, where lovers arms arround mine at night are not ghosts in the dark, where safety and love are not false promises of dead children peupted by cruel and evil hoards who run our garden into ruin, failing to hide their greed, where pepole dont leave, where you are not too much, or too mad, or too sick to love and too dream with, where joy isnt a chore isnt some condensing afterthought, where you are not in a neverending war for some scrap of live, of living, of love, and they understand, where he is there in teh mooring and at night, where your dreams meet the day where I couldnt fear death, becuase it would just be another dream, another dream…just as beautiful as life, and I’d fhave no fear and no donut about that, if I never meet someone who gets that, who understands me on that level that deeply, if its always just gonna be the same old…same old, superficial, cruel controlling children, the same old people looking right through me, who dont want me, who make me beg and make me cry and dont think I deserve the same, in their world I will always be an afetrthrought in their story, nevr understanding, never needing too, but…that can never be love, you need to understand to love, that should be teh frist thing, how, how, how is that possibly so hard?!”
“You want the kind fo love only god can give”
“I dont, I just want love, Ive loved alot, ive taken all their advice…”Ive loved myself before I could love anyone else” and still no one of the world, the movies make lovers seem too good ro be true, everyone now is…so afraid of rusk they are too afraid to love lete alone such…ones deemed so hard, so mad so wild they just want easy lives in a hard world easy love that i cant give- I cant love myself all day long…but my mind—being alone isnt good for the soul, we all need love, we all deserve it, arent owed, but…its what we need, as people, I dont know wehen Soliiatry cifndiment becuame our sentence, I dont know when everyone left eachother behind for the easy lovers, and left me, to fall through the cracks”
“You know your self pity -this…all this, you arent an artist, you cant turn it into bad poetry on Tik tok so to be related to and reported and judged as inauathtic and retetious and deep, so whats the point of even talking about it”
“Bcuase its how I feel, its how I feel its my life my mind my experience—---and it matters”
“says who everyone thinks they matter”
“And they do, they do, everyone matters-”
“Evryone can’t be loved -you know, real love is a full time job, sometimes its natural love at first sight but the world now isnt build for that anymore, you know, everyone has higher standards now, and are infected by the Andrew tates of the world, if you are a certain way, without a job or a rich family member to support your lover, if you have goals and achievements but arent helped by netosism, if your filled with love and joy about the world but prefer to daydream at night, stay at home, imagine your in time travel adventures, writing yourself into better worlds, going to a thousand different better romances in your mind, so much so they felt more real than any romance you ever had, you always would prefer then going clubbing, or going to concerts or college parties”
“Yeah well, even if I never find anyone in this realm to love me, I love myself, whatevr they say”
“It doesnt sound like you lve yoiuself it sounds like your talking to yoiurself…”
“Well, I do, it's just hard to maintain that love…in a vacuum you know in this parclauar world, when it hates you, its like…a strange thing you know. Especially when all my friends have left, all…my famil has well you know, and my college, jobs all reject me, expelled me and failed every time…and have my whole life, it doesnt really feel like I have belonged anywhere, I did what I loved, I did what they wanted me to do and all the while, I was a failure, the most failure of failuries, and example of how to fail and who not to be for the other kids to fear, of their overporctive parents, I did everything I could to treat my mental illnseess, I took the meds I let myself be illetsuinized for the enetroity of my teen tears watsing away in phycd wards while my friends were at prom, I went to the shrinks every day since I was in elementary school, too make up for all my faulrings and still…i failed, everything a person is, everything my cousins and brothers and sisters did, I failed, I couldnt do it, everything person should be how theft should act, how they should take care of themselves, get a job, geta girlfriend, handle things, pull thmeleevs up by their bootstraps, dont ask for help, be a man, treat their own sickness, dont burden others, dont be such a pussy you dont need to have freinds or lovers -and dont call them lovers who understand you, just ones with money, a girlfriend who respects you and if im a faggot thats ok at least get an older man who can pay for your stupid watsful gen z lifestyle because everyone knows if your gonna drop out fo college, you needa shuagr daddy or a rich boyfriend to jelp support you because your too useless to do it yourself and your not an unfeulcer an artist a social media star or interested in makling money, competing in the maklret place of ideas, or getting a job in fact you have tried and failed to get just about every kind of job abd get any kind fo degree dispite giving it your all, you in fact…are enetrly baffled and overwhelmed by life, and the only point and option seemingly to be to work yourself to death, and nver eeven being abel to afford retirement you only really wnat to find someone to grow old with, perhaps get some kind of bizarre carvain, travel the world, learn learnsnsdetila mediation, write books at some cabin ain the woods with teh druids learn magic, you dont need much, or many people to be happy, you dont need to be in public or famous, or rich otr change the world, just fine the right person or the right people and the right counmity have what you need help people when you can, and live a simple slow, quite life, and yet such a life is seemingly not affordable, or possible for most broke punks these days especially in new york city, especially those living little holes in the wlal, who the world has seemingly forgotten about who have seemingly tried their all to be a person in the world, and failed it feels however many say is…merly a phase, merely a passing time in history, as the tide of things is coming for them, and they cant seem to brace themselves for the wrose to come, having no power about to have even less, filled with regret, having never found love when they had the means and had the chance, wondering what they will do now?”
“God your dramatic”
“Honestly at this point, I’d rather die right now, then be abandoned, or have my heart broken again”
“Then…Youll die alone, just another one on the pile and prove…what extcly” He sounded like my father, what a great rock star—To shut him up I would have to do a great amount of work but his insights were decent background noise, got my head was pounding only now I noticed I was rotting on a bed of crumbs as the flies, and bugs scattered about dead and alive. I streched, perparing tehs shared of a moruntuine routine, the sun was up , it had been up, time was an illusion, it was always day always night here, I opened the window, stretching slightly in my limited space as Astor turned on our small box Tv at the foot of the bed to watch the news, More ceackdowns against Druid communities for dangerous magic, another puppet dictoary magauiring as a president, more anti Homless, “ANti Nulla” laws,
“Its all bullshit, I mean cant the goverment do anything right. Fuck thease goons you know that assain from last week is a national hero-”
“No- I wish you’d change the channel!!”
“Fucked up too man, becuase anyone can be homless these days rent’s gone up again, especially because didnt you just get denued your disability checks?”
“I said change the channel!”
More ranting on the Little Tv louder then a thousand endless speakers i the square, megphones and screaming chained madmen begging dragged from spreading trained ignored by the fat men in top heats of whit emen inwhitehouses -all publsihble by death to be a homl;ess nula, police death squads, and civvaln bounty hunter sent to take the street beggars and nullas living in tents in the park to the public exttcions in central park, as well as the ones the holy, or hatred filled fathers who failed us all
“You know…we all saw you throw that evictiopn notice off the fire escape, maybe you can hide from yoru clueless roommates, from your controlling parents, and bitter little landlord, but Gedion, Asshole, baby, you can't hide from me, we know your days are numbered.”
“You dont know what your talking about.” Not that I wanted too.
“Your not gonna pay that rent man…your gonna end up on the street just like him, you dont know anyone, you dont have any friends, any bread, your mentally fucked, you cant work, have never done a thing in your life, and you and I both know…your just counting down the days-on the streets, your sorry ass is not gonna last a day!? And no amouynt of desprate dreamworlds, fantasies or creis for help is gonna save you when your OD on fentyral, selling yourself, starving, when you have no one, and nothing left…nothing to believe, not even death–”
“SHUT UP!?’
“What, something I said…what we were all thinking”
“its not gonna happen alright, no ones getting homeless its totally -comcpletly not happening, alright!?”
I covered up with my crusted robe, imaging myself getting up from the little mattress on teh floor we lied on, as my joints ached so much so I just rolled arround in different positions on the bed, almost glued to it.
“So your paying the rent then?”
“No?? Well im working on it, I have a week…well a few days, to make the last two months…Rent but dont worry I have it all fugued out, trust me”
“Honey you are so screwed”
“Ohhhhhhhh”
“You're starting to bore me man, where is everyone-what is happening today? Are we just gonna sit arround here all day and watch CNN, and talk shit?”
“Same as always, we could watch Youtube, twitch streamers, some movies on 123 movies or tubi, if you would prefer? Or we could simply get high and go back to sleep if im too, umbabrle and real for aloof rock and roll snesibloties”
“Ugh, Whatever man, I thought you said-Lucien was coming to hang out, today, god there is so much dust inteh air-” He coughed, as our heads both turned, hearing the old tome, eneropcidea naiqteie book bookshelf rustle arround,
“Darling, it never seasing to amuse me” Lucien seemed to poof onto the bed sitting criss cross applesause inbetween Astor and I, in his ignture blue velvet victorian coat, his floppy black hair covered in dust.
“Hey Lucien”
“Hey darlings…”
“Gedion is gonna turn us Nulla”
“Yeah I heard, I heard everything, actually the walls are very thin. Living on the street will be…good for your character, begging for alms seems to be back in fashion it's a last art you know.”
“Well its not legal anymore, in fact they are really cracking down, half them are in jail to power the prison labor and the rest-you know its punhsible by death now-Lucien have you heard?”
“Yes I heard!”
“He’s heard!? You heard”
“Oh Jesus christ”
“Our boy is…totally over that bitchk, you know her, her Names Rent and, no one likes her, but…Gedion decides he is special and doesnt have to pay rent and can still somehow stay here, Rent-free, just like teh musical”
“I never said that…I have some ways of getting the money-justI put out some feelers lagt week, ugh!…nothings is guaranteed alright, but im working on it, im working real hard!?”
“Yeah thats Gedion for “Im putting this off till the last minute” until it bites me in the ass”
“Oh man” In reality I made some calls, but…I had a sinking feeling, that…they were going to lead to more crushing dispoinmt no one likes that mooch friend who “rufusues to get off his ass and get a job” ugh, I hated asking pepole for money, so if I had a choice I would dump my moral compass and get good at scamming or get a rich boyfriend and forget I had any desires and become really submissive overnight…but who even cares, because I knew they werent gonna help me with teh rent anyway…or call me back for that matter, but it was all I could do, was worth a try.
“Worth a try’ come on with that shit man” Astor snarked
“Come on man, I thought mind reading was off limits!?”
yeah yeah, to get rent and keep us off the streets you could just roll over and try calling those losers who dont give a shit about you, like who? Gabel? Your deadbeat dad? When are you gonna wake up, they have mooved on how desprate do you have to be, they dont care about you why would tehy help you now”
“I dont know, what choice do I have”
“their just gonna rub it in your face, and I for one could go without seeing that Asshole gloat, he’s such a fucking dick, he would take any exuse to act so suprior when he is the most sincure, closed minded asshat ive ever had the Druids deathcurse to encounter”
“Witch one?”
“pfft, either one!?”
“Jeusus christ, well why dont you get us a job then, win us a million dollars last minute huh? Let me know when you think of a better idea!?”
“Maybe I will”
“Laides ladies your both full of it, now who has my jasmine, I travled a long distince from london/in the voctiran age, such a journey makes a man very thritsty…well, dont keep me waiting, I goyt your last letter? I want to hear about that dream of yours”
“right”
After a very underwhelming tea party, we disriacted ourselves throuigly.
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