If the Pope was in ‘divine contemplation’ and wordless - even thoughtless here in the world … he would be consciously clarified, and most aware, on another plane, in another realm, somewhere. For consciousness is an unbroken continuum, and it never takes rest, as it knows not how to. Its flame never expires.
And this was precisely why the sage trusted Robertus Hode. It was because he could follow him in thought - wherever he wandered.
The two sat in silence, but communicated well.
“Francesco of the Forest …” he whispered, in spirit to the abiding Hode.
“Yes” Puck replied questioningly - as if to say “go on”.
Honorius said nothing more. He slumped. And in his mind’s psychic eye Hode could see the old Pope out in the woods dancing with Granoldi in the evening light.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
And this was precisely why the sage trusted Robertus Hode. It was because he could follow him in thought - wherever he wandered.
The two sat in silence, but communicated well.
“Francesco of the Forest …” he whispered, in spirit to the abiding Hode.
“Yes” Puck replied questioningly - as if to say “go on”.
Honorius said nothing more. He slumped. And in his mind’s psychic eye Hode could see the old Pope out in the woods dancing with Granoldi in the evening light.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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