Esto - Slight Return

My memories of that journey have become clouded.  No matter what I do that man's face remains clouded.  Flashes of light and a crack in the blackness.  There is something more.  A lake.  A lake in the sky.  Glowing a gentle orange and more...  a speech in a familiar voice.  These thoughts like water begin to trickle down into my memory until they burst and I cannot bear to remember them for their power.  I've been unable to stay in the cavern for long.  That glow.  It's too close.  The surface seems to be my only refuge.  At least until my head clears.

Dean - Becoming Conscious of Destiny’s Beckoning

As I recall the events that lead me on this journey, I am really taken back by how much I didn't want to be there.  Oh, the wonders I would have missed out on.  At the time I was unaware of what was suppressing my desire to go home.  How could I have understood that it was a city, one thought to be dead, which was calling me?  Looking back at my notes I realize now it was more than chance that brought me here.

Excerpt - 1st journal entry, Dean.

As I recall the events that lead me on this journey, I am really taken back by how much I didn't want to be there.  Oh, the wonders I would have missed out on.  At the time I was unaware of what was suppressing my desire to go home.  How could I have understood that it was a city, one thought to be dead, which was calling me?  Looking back at my notes I realize now it was more than chance that brought me here.

My mind is cluttered as I climb the last 20 feet of the cliff face.  Last in the group to reach the top, I see everyone standing with their backs to me looking off into the distance.  I follow their gaze across the horizon; the wind picks up; and I see a bundle of dead grass rolling across the open desert floor making its way up a small rock formation, then taking flight on a gust of wind; sailing through the air to abruptly bump into a cactus and fall apart.  Something caught my eye: a small silver trailer parked at the foot of a mesa.  My first thought was someone must be crazy to want to live all the way out in the middle of nowhere.  Oh well, it’s their business.  I have never been one to involve myself in another man’s affairs.  Then for some reason I wanted to know why?  Why would a person want to live way out here?  I am bothered by this, its like I am being pulled toward something without any reason or inclination of why.

Pantaleon - Teledahn

       After spending some time with other explorers in the cavern I felt it was time to begin Yeesha's journey.  According to my notes, Yeesha mentioned that by seeking the Seven Journey cloths in each age the path & D’ni’s history would be revealed.  Gahreesen was the first age I visited.  I could return and finish, however, there is another age that warrants exploring called Teledahn.  It is a swampy age with mountains, mushroom trees, and a wide array of unique species which is said to contain insects and aquatic life.  Tonight, I will make preparations for travel & research within Teledahn and discover the ages relationship to Yeesha’s journey.

Esto - As Fragments of a Tapestry...

It can be a bit disturbing how the mind works.  Two weeks ago the journey I took was so vivid that finding rest was but a dream.  When sleep did find me it was tormented by dark twisted thoughts and machinations more terrible than anything I'd seen.  Eventually I found solace in the cavern, but the lessons of my journey began to slip away.

Now I'm gradually piecing it back together.  I remember a path laid out by cloths of a journey I'd never seen.  A stair winding to the star fissure.  Then blinding flashes.  Dean was there, and so was another.  I can't make out his face.  Perhaps I'll remember more later.