The Path of Enlightenment

A through-composed Novel by Christopher Moors

9. Zoshu rushed across an overgrown prairieland in pursuit of fireflies and dreams. Alone and strong he bounded with excitement and enthusiasm. “Hey yooooou………” waved a blur from somewhere up ahead and to the right. “I want to talk to you.”

Going with every flow, Zoshu veered toward the sound, jumped high in the air and came to rest with a solid, “Thud!” just in front a husky happy beast with a shaggy beard. It was a satyr with pants of hair, hooves, horns, and an old overcoat. He had a ram’s horn that he picked up to his lips and blasted a long tone in Zoshu’s face. “This is for your misdeeds friend,” the goat-man proclaimed before taking a deep breath and blasting him again. “Now what I wanted to ask you about…” he continued, “…was if you’d care to join me for a sip of nectar and chat about life for awhile...”

Z was down with it, so he took a seat on a smooth astral igneous-style stone near the scamp satyr. “Good,” he said. “My name is Reginald Riverwood.” You will know me as a friend in the future,” he paused, “Like now!” He exploded with laughter and took up the ram’s horn. With thumb upon the blowhole, he turned it funnel side up and pulled out the flask that was tied around his waste. “It’s ‘Saturn’s Moonshine’,” he waxed lovingly with a faraway look in his blue-green eyes as he filled the funnel with liquid luxury from the flask. “This was first shared with me by my Uncle Randal A. Riverwood. He sometimes works as a conjuror of Earth Elementals for astral farmers of light potatoes and crystal carrots. One of his clients runs a brewery on Hyperion and makes flasks of the golden substance available to all as gifts.

Not wanting to be rude to his new buddy, Z grabbed the horn and hammered it all down. “No!” shouted Reginald, jumping up and rushing towards him. Z felt dizzy and fell over backwards. Reg leaned over him with furroughed brow and bellowed, “You’re supposed to sip it!”

Zoshu was free falling through space now. Spinning and hurling nowhere fast, every direction seemed the same. There was a translucent glow in the air and occasional points of light rushing by. Then all sensation stopped. There were shadows of many gods and an ancient feel in the ethos.

Different voices chanted thousands of mantras telling infinite versions of the same tale. Every sound echoed louder and louder till it all synthesized in one giant hum. Zoshu released and dissipated into all of Existence. The presence of Jesus came over him and telepathically sent to his intuitive understanding a message of simple profundity, “What you are experiencing now is Christ Consciousness. God so loved the world that he gave all of us this possibility.” We have been awaiting your arrival.”