The Prophecy of Sion – Chapter five
Submitted by John Harris on Tue, 23/08/2011 – 17:17
After departing from the girls, the boy prince and his priest companion strolled along a narrow passage. They were greeted at the end by two men standing near a gate similar to the one Akhen had seen the previous afternoon. As always, the men had their heads bowed low and would not look at the boy prince. Akhen did not find this strange as all the servants in the palace did the same. One man turned and opened the gate and they both got in, accompanied by the other man.
Iktus turned to Akhen and said “We are about to go up, my prince. When we reach the top the light will be stronger, so it might take some time for your eyes to adjust.”
Akhen acknowledged what Iktus had said and the latter gestured that they were ready to begin their journey.
The lift jolted into action and started to ascend. Akhen felt a mixture of excitement and curiosity as they slowly progressed upwards. He began going over all that had happened in his own mind and, yes, all these things he was being shown seemed new, but in some strange way he knew they weren’t. Even though his mind contained no information about them, it was like another part of him remembered – it was as though they were memories stored somewhere else that he could now access and all this had been done before – just in another place and in another time. He knew at times, when talking to the priests during schooling, that he had said things the priests seemed very interested in, but afterwards he could never recall what he had said – nor should he! He was a 13 year old boy who should have no concern over this and should be living life as a child – but after the events of the previous evening and this morning, he felt he had already left that boy behind and had started on the road to manhood and, if this manhood was to be like anything he had recently experienced, he was certainly looking forward to it.
The lift started to slow down as it reached its final destination and, just as the top of the gate breached the lift opening, a burst of sunlight – or as it would seem – filled the open space of the lift. Akhen squinted his eyes at first, allowing them to become accustomed to the new level of light they had just entered. The lift halted and came to a rest, juddering as it did so. With his head still bowed low, the servant moved towards the gate, opened it then stood aside to allow Akhen and Iktus to depart. As Iktus had suggested, the light was far stronger – but Akhen’s eyes were fast adjusting and soon he could see as normal. He began to look around as the pair walked forward out of the lift enclosure. They were in a round-shaped building, lit by the sun and daylight that shone through circular windows scattered across the roof. They were walking along a pathway that was leading to a central point. All around them Akhen could see other lifts which all led to the same central point. He could not help but notice that they were alone in the building and, although all these lifts were present, no one was using them – even though in each lift stood a servant with their head bowed low. From the central point was another path that led to a double doorway. This was the only section of the building that did not have any lifts. The pair walked silently – even though Akhen wanted to ask a thousand questions he thought it appropriate to stay silent. They walked until they were just in front of the doors and then Iktus turned around and spoke to all the servants in the lifts.“You can depart now.”
All the servants moved forward and shut the gates on their lifts and slowly the lifts went down out of sight. Iktus looked all around him to make sure all the lifts had departed before he spoke to Akhen.
“I know, my prince, you must have many questions you would like answers for, and all will be answered in due course.” explained Iktus. “But, for now, please bare with me. You are about to see things that you will not believe are real, but I can assure they all are. There is no magic, Akhen, only illusion.” At this point Akhen was about to butt in and Iktus could see this, so quietly beckoned Akhen with a slight shake of his head not to question– which Akhen complied with. Iktus carried on.
“As you know, my prince, many things have been said about the ‘gods’ and their will, and that the words of that will are delivered by us – the priests. I know you are a good student, Akhen, and you listen intently, so now I ask of you to listen to me now.”
Iktus now was facing Akhen and held out his hands, gently resting them on Akhen’s shoulders – something that was never done. Akhen looked puzzled, but was willing to let Iktus finish before he questioned him. He knew he had been taught about the gods as a child, and even up to a few days ago he had been told that the gods were all powerful, vengeful and the masters of all, and no one, but no one, should ever go against their wishes which were carried out by the priests. To defy the priests was like defying the gods themselves, and to defy them was the greatest insult to the god of all gods, Temu – and his wrath would be merciless. Because of this, Akhen knew he had to listen and, more to the point, Iktus knew that Akhen would listen.
“I know you have been wary of the words of your teachers when they speak of the gods and the powers they possess but, my prince, they are only mere words and there is no truth in them. They are nothing but mere lies to maintain control – a control that is maintained by illusion. This illusion has been created by men to control men, to control everything, so they can live as gods. You know that your father is seen as a god and is worshiped as if he is one, but you know he is nothing more than a mere man – as you and I are. You know he possess no magical powers, don’t you? You know this in your heart, don’t you?”
At this point Akhen really wanted to butt in as he felt confused. His mind was spinning from all that Iktus was saying but, instead, he just nodded in agreement. Although he could not accept what Iktus was saying about the gods, he knew that what he was saying about his father was absolutely true. This truth, however, did not make the situation any easier for Akhen as he reflected over all he had been taught by the priests. There was now a conflict inside him caused by this one statement made by this priest standing in front of him.
Iktus continued once more.
“You will find, my prince, that words are the most powerful weapon known to all men. They can create, destroy and, more importantly, coerce. Do you think the inferiors are controlled by the gods or by the fear of the gods?”
Akhen thought for a moment while Iktus waited patiently for an answer. His mind wanted to go with the doctrine he had been taught all his life, screaming at him ‘it’s the gods!’ but he knew with the truth about his father that this was not the case. This young boy was in turmoil and Iktus could see this, so he was prepared to wait a while longer for the answer.
Akhen stood there puzzling over what to say and then just blurted out….
“It’s the fear of the gods.”
“And why is it everyone fears the gods Akhen?” Iktus said, inquiringly.
“They fear because of what they will do if you disobey them, or disobey their servants.”
“And who told you what will happen if you disobey them – or us, their servants?”
“The priests do – you do.”
“And what do we use to do this?”
Akhen was racking his brains for an answer and Iktus could see this. He could almost see the cogs turning as the young boy in front of him struggled to answer such a simple question. Iktus knew why this struggle was so apparent. He knew that not only had this young boy been coerced by the words of the priests through indoctrination, he also knew that these words had been compounded – not just by the priests, but by his peers and, of course, his family. This was the perfection of the system. This was how the system disguised itself and protected itself, using nothing more than mere words. And the more these words were compounded the more it made breaking away from them even harder. But Iktus knew that one word of truth would start the break-down of the system and that is why questioning was not allowed. Granted the recipient would at first be sent into a world of confusion as they try to break the spell -and in reality that was all it was – a spell cast by words and spellings. The spell could be cast by words spoken or written and this was the reason for education to enforce this doctrine. Be seen and not heard, and when you are asked to be heard, question for it – not against it. This process had been successfully used for seven decades and now – after reading the text of the ancients – it had been perfected by the priests on behalf of the families. This is what was done in the houses of the temple daily.
Suddenly Akhen’s face changed, and even though he was frightened to say what he wanted to say – as it was against all he had been taught – he realised he was not going to get in trouble for saying this and, in fact, he felt it was exactly what Iktus wanted to hear. So he just blurted it out….
“It’s the words” he said sheepishly. “It is all about the words.”
Akhen could see a smile appearing on the priest’s face and, to be honest, this was not something you saw very often – in fact, quite the contrary. But the fact that it was happening reassured Akhen that he had given the appropriate answer even though it was the complete reverse of all the doctrine he had received for so long. Nevertheless, it was happening. Just because he did not fully understand why it was happening didn’t matter. He was still a boy at heart, and that boy did not want to get into trouble.
Iktus continued, with a smile now lighting up his face….
“My prince, at this moment you cannot comprehend the power of mere words. Look at the inferiors. Why do you think they do as they are told whenever they are told? Because they ‘fear’, they simply fear words – nothing more and nothing less. Let me ask you another simple question. Do you feel you are entitled to live the life you do, and to have what you have when so many others have so much less than you”?
Akhen answered immediately. “Of course I do, I am of royal blood.” There was forcefulness now in the boy’s voice. Iktus questioned again.
“And why is your blood any different to mine or to anyone else’s?”
Akhen was again puzzled by the question and tried to find an answer to substantiate the previous answer he had given. But no matter how he tried he could not find an answer. Iktus again could see the boy was perplexed and answered for him.
“The truth is that there is no difference and, truth be known, you know this. But the answer you gave came from the doctrine you have always been told, from the words of this doctrine that says you are different because you have royal blood. But the truth is your blood is no different to mine or even that of an inferior. We all have the same blood. The only difference is that you have been ‘told’ that yours is different and you have believed the words being said. This is simply the power of words at play – the power of suggestion.”
Even though Akhen knew what Iktus was saying was true it still did not rest easy with him. It went against everything he had ever been taught. What puzzled Akhen more than anything else was why this priest by the name of Iktus was telling him all this – why had he been brought here to hear these words? Akhen desperately wanted to question but, for a strange reason, knew that now was not the time and all he should do is listen and, when asked, answer if he could.
Iktus carried on….
“You have to realise, Akhen, that 90% of the people have always been controlled by the other 10% and that the 10% have always maintained that they are better in some way and, in being so, have the right to do this. This is called entitlement coming from their family history. It has always been this way and it will always be this way. Look back at the history you have been taught and what does it tell you?” Iktus said rhetorically. “It shows you that this has always been so, and that entitlement is something that has been written into his-story. What I am trying to explain to you is that this happens because of words. In this case the words of history are specifically written to show this. History is not a true account of events, it is an account that someone writes for a simple purpose, and in this case the purpose is control. To have control you first must have power, and the only way to gain that power is with words.”
Iktus could see from Akhen’s posture that he was listening intently, and he could feel that he was relaxing. The boy was beginning to understand him. Iktus knew he had to break the original coercion to install the new one. He knew from what he had been taught, many moons ago, that, when the mind was in flux it would become more susceptible to suggestion. Iktus knew the most powerful way to use words was through the power of suggestion, and what he had planned for was happening quicker than expected – and this pleased him. He knew he had to coerce this young prince and help him become addicted to the lust for power and the desires that power would fulfill – not just for the families’ gain, but for his own selfish gain. Iktus wanted to rise up in the ranks of the hierarchy – something he so richly deserved – and no one would stand in the way of this, especially not this boy stood in front of him. And if this boy was the ‘one’ – something that he was sure of – then there was no level of depravity he would not stoop to to achieve his desire.