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Ashi looked thoughtful, as he surveyed the scene below. It was only 10 or 15 feet but a mist separated him from the mayhem beneath. And it seemed that it also provided a barrier to the sound, which, by the look of people's demeanour, should have been deafening.

He reached down into the haze, towards the focal point of the melee; and as he did so, felt himself pulled violently by a gossamer hand, to which he automatically surrendered, because anywhere would be a better place to be right now, other than here.

The scene before him diminished into a single point of darkness, which gradually grew darker and more accentuated, as the iridescence of the surrounding fog intensified. This was no floating sensation; Ashi was on a perpendicular trajectory ascending at a rate which, felt to him, as if it was faster than the speed of light.

The brume eventually reached such a state of intense ebullience that the featherlike grasp that had beenAshi's guide for this momentary journey, seemed to evaporate, gradually he felt the silken tenure becoming less noticeable, as he was hurled headlong into the mysteries of complete freedom. That elusive power that all of us have a glimpse of now and again, of acting without compulsion.

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If only we knew at the dawn of our lives, that the need to belong erodes away any possibility of ever retaining that subtle aneurism.

For Ashi, the retention of that state of idyllic reverie, seemed a natural point of reference, and one to which he could return at any time that he felt that his ability to act or think or feel was being imposed upon by external constraints.

For Ashi, freedom was much more than just another word for nothing left to lose; to the contrary it signified to him, all that he had to gain, and all that he could inspire others to hope for. Hoping, praying, dreaming, it was all the same; and would result, or even 'had resulted', in a motion within the great plan, A motion toward the understanding of 'The Brotherhood'.  

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'The Brotherhood' - that select band of people for whom eschatology is not just another collection of theories, but a body of ultimate knowledge, that imbues the integrity of the soul with a sapience that opens the gates to paradise and purgatory.

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Ashi's freedom was short lived. On his release he had been sent spinning towards the entrance of what turned out to be an etheric tunnel composed of visual representations of the emotions that he had generated within the hearts of those to whom he had interacted with in any depth. These were no pictures of crying women, or laughing children, or Santa Claus being spurned; what they were was a cornucopia of symbols. And although Ashi didn't realise the significance of this iconography being presented to him, his spirit translated these hieroglyphics into images that his nous rendered, then imprinted onto his third eye.

The third eye, that point where perception occurs, where feelings and imagination are realised. How to grow, how to live, how to be? When, where, who, how, why, what; all questions answered by perception. Perception, the perception of inevitability, inevitability of change, inevitability of someone standing before you saying 'What next.” The question asks the most basic of exhortations, but do we reply? Do we feel the meaning of our lives, do we know just how our thoughts process and progress? Or is it that there's no rhyme or reason to any of it, and we're all just slaves to that unknown God 'desire'.

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At that moment, Ashi felt as if he knew the meaning of the morpheme that presented itself before his taciturn psyche. His perception of what was transpiring ahead of him,moulded itself according to the emotions generated by the pictures arising from the symbols that he was perceiving.

It was as if all knowledge in the universe had been granted to him, and he knew that that knowledge which was pertinent to a specific situation was available to him.

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Ashi was a clever boy. Deep down in his heart he knew good from evil, right from wrong, love from hate. He knew about the flights of fancy that those who called themselves "Grown Ups" took when they needed to escape from the realities of existence on this planet.

And he wanted it. Freedom was on the cards. Freedom meant to Ashi the opportunity to experiment.

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But at that moment, Ashi was pulled with a violence that he had never known into a headlong charge downwards

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