"GONE TO HELL"

Goober needed to find Puck in a hurry, but all he got was a note on the fridge door saying:

"GONE TO HELL"

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

I have come to find Master Paracelsus

He mentally searched all of the immediate realms and enquired at the Grand Lodge also, where one did know, and answered: "yes... he is in Hell".

"How can this be so?"

Puck fretted greatly at this thought, which stung, for Puck had loved this mortal for his bold thinking and scholarly ways.

He immediately packed to go back down there.

The road appeared to be more congested than usual - moribund with harrowed and pitiful wraiths - embellished with pride yet withered by selfishness. No one seemed to see him as he passed by the great line trudging slowly towards the fateful gate - a stretch that was half a million or so.

The Ape at the post belched and closed his eyes when he saw Puck approaching. Puck bowed slightly, ignoring the fact that he himself was being snubbed.

This Gatekeeper - named Silius - refused to listen to him.

Puck spoke ignoring the attitude saying:

"I have come to find Master Paracelsus who I believe to be in your care."

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

This Hum Grabs like Slag

It was Paracelsus who first taught Puck how to preserve his seeds perfectly, so as to enable their life force to remain whole within, in readiness.

This sage always engaged with almost everyone, and exchanged his knowledge freely.

He had not, as yet, been reborn, for Puck found that the souls who were presently incarnate would 'hum' when you came to think of them, and he did not.

Some had said that this humming was a sound bite from the earth's radiation surrounding those folk whose feet touched its ground, whereas really it pertained to the collective thought and its mesh of activity, that the soul is immersed in from the moment they are born.

It is quite often one of the last sounds that the dying will hear, or the man in meditation will sense being there, or the inventor will wade into when 'fishing' for ideas.

This hum grabs like slag and when a spirit is awake and fully conscious within his body, this worldly sound is all around him. But Puck could not hear it coming from his friend, and so that told him he must be dwelling in spirit elsewhere.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

The Singing Amulet

Puck was rummaging around his bag of magic, looking through keys, crowns, spears, gems, rings, and guns; but he could not find the one piece he was looking for.

He stopped thoughtfully to admire a golden egg he had once acquired from an enormously large troll that had lived on a cloud covered mountain; ....and then returned to his task at hand, finding the singing amulet.

It did not look like much - wittled from a black wood in the shape of some hideous, hoary face; however the tree that it was carved from had once been inhabited by an Elder who had given it the power to receive and transmit cosmic music that was grand and symphonious.

These soulful orchestrations stirred latent memories of deep melancholia, penetrating early thoughts and enlightening the mind to listen to. It enabled one to stop and find the quietness within - such was the wonder of this tall black tree's mystery.

And the very wood carved from it could sing - which became a restoration to the heart of those who heard.

Puck had often taken it with him on his expeditions into Hell, to help awaken souls that he was helping to deliver.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

Because they are Made of Men

"You have to understand my son, that these beings [demons] so born, have no souls, or conscience, and no ability to spawn life of their own. This is why they resent and detest their parentage and the children thereof. They are anti-humans, and anti-Divine, caught in a quasi existence with little hope for an immediate redemption. Their will and want is independent of others, and their hatreds are a'many."

The Azlan continued:

"They can contaminate men because they are made of men, and are therefore part of Man - herein is their grave threat."
"How can we fight them then?" Puck questioned further, having seen the trouble the demons had caused over aeons.

"When the last man to have dark and selfish thoughts has turned his nature to good, they shall either expire or reform ... until then, we cannot predict the outcome."

Puck could feel the weight of this and was saddened.


The Azlan could feel his seriousness, satisfied that he had been understood.

"In the meanwhile it is our contention that their spread is in fact growing, and their influence, corrupting the people of this planet. Those who have not the minds or wills yet strong enough to repel their dark suggestions are at risk of following them into the pit."

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

Demonic Beings are the Skin on the Custard

"Puck, where did the demons first come from?" asked Goober as he methodically separated out the golden peas from the green.

Puck had asked this same question of the Azlan some time ago, and he had been answered:

"Demonic Beings are the skin on the custard. They are sad and ill-defined creatures who have no natural home.

"They are the bastard offspring born of Man and Angel - from a time when the two were easily palpable to one another - and shared a common love."

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series 

Pure sense of Joy in the Moment

Life on a cellular level has fun and plays too - the randomness is not a sporadic chaos, nor craziness, or ever divorced from its purpose, that seeks this adventure and fun - for it is precisely the adventure and fun that drives them on.

It is the pure sense of joy in the moment, of the realisation, of beingness, of the delight in the finding and the upliftment of giving, of the proving of self, of the trying and the solving, of the perceiving and the growing, of the revering and the loving.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series