Roots

For archival purposes, this is Vormaen’s original introduction & invitation to new members of the Unbound Hearts, posted to the DRC forum on March 12th, 2007. I only reread it after writing and posting our revised manifesto, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that the two line up pretty closely. Perhaps our role has not changed as much as I’d worried. Full article after the jump.

By the way, for readers of Uru Blogs and other syndications, I apologize for flooding the feed with all these self-serving diatribes. I’m pretty sure this is the last of the current salvo.

I know that quite a few don’t always see eye to eye with me and my opinions. I also know that many have their groups that they are a part of.

I created the Unbound Hearts of D’ni years ago to try and stop the shifting of too much power going to one side or the other. I know that some of you might think I am jumping the gun, but it is still a possiblity here. We dwell in an unknown world where power is relatively untapped, and can be harnessed for good or evil. Many times in the past there were attempts to force feed us the need to choose sides. If there’s one thing I learned from Cyan and their interpretations of the journals, is that when given the choice between one or the other, the truly unbound can go beyond such choices, and find another.

Perfect example. In Cyan’s Myst V, it was presented to the player that they could either choose Yeesha, or Escher. Things were too black and white, and neither was the right choice. The player stepped out of the bounds of right or wrong, and made a choice that resolved so much. Breaking boundries and making compromises can solve more than splitting our community. There are only a handful of us in the group now, but we are just looking for people that want to think outside of the box. I cherish this community as much as any of you, and I feel with the combined effort of others, we can achieve so much, without wars or conflict, no matter how unavoidable they may be.

Don’t mistaken this hood as my hood, because it is not. It belongs to all that join. It has full access the the Great Zero, Tsogal, and to our own city instance, so the need for solice is available and held in high regard. The group is also there to assist ANYONE that comes asking for help, be it with ages or questions about their surroundings or the D’ni history. Anyone that would like to join can contact myself, Halcyon, or Kaelri.

Please, I do ask for no harsh criticism. I am just openly inviting people to join, and I will not question why this hood or this hood was created, and I’d hope that respect will be returned. I hope to hear from you folks soon. Take care.

The Cult of Yeesha

Originally posted Sun Apr 08, 2007 8:26 pm

This is an offshoot of a discussion that started in my other recent thread.

“I would be interested in hearing more about this “Yeesha Cult”, I’ve been in the Cavern for around 4 years or so now and have not seen such a thing.”

-Tweek

I had assumed that the phrase “Cult of Yeesha” was the accepted way of referring to those who “follow” Yeesha with devout reverence of the woman despite showing little understanding of her philosophy. I’ve done a bit more research on the matter this morning, and I can see that cult isn’t the best word for it; it implies cohesion and focus where none exists.

But if not a cult, then certainly a movement – that, I believe, is very real, and still lingers among us.

One of the distinctions I made before is that the DRC represents the material restoration, while Yeesha guides the spiritual. The DRC is the head of a body: its limbs are the neighborhoods, its organs are the extensions that it subsidizes, like the Guild of Greeters, and its spine, for a time, was the liaisons. Yeesha, on the other hand, is the focus of a collective soul; thoughts and visions and philosophies and dreams gravitate around her without the need for coalescence. So the presence of Yeesha’s followers in the cavern is subtle and hidden, existing within and among the structures built by the DRC.

But it is there. And just like the DRC’s hierarchy, it naturally relies on a nexus to provide its fundamental direction. Too much guidance, and the soul’s better angels will fail to reign in the demon that the guide may become. Too little guidance, and the soul will drift, disperse, and fragment. Yeesha has struggled to find the balance, and she has made mistakes. She began with too much, and left us with too little.

The consequence of the first was to create a mass of followers who, as Kolian said, were never challenged to internalize her message, and so, as BladeLakem said, cannot separate the woman from the words.

The consequence of the second was to leave these conditioned zealots adrift, and at the mercy of an unfamiliar but powerful compulsion to reacquire their center of gravity.

The two symptoms of the resulting mentality are these:

First, they adopt a hollow faith in Yeesha as the ultimate good, and therefore the antidote to all evil. This is how we get people like Sydney, whose passionate opposition to the DRC seems vague, undefined, even rabid, until one reads the last line.

“We Follow Yeesha!”

-*sydney Austin*

And then the puzzle piece falls into place. She is not interested in solving the DRC’s problems, but rather avoiding them, eschewing them, until the savior Yeesha returns to tell us what to do. ‘Clearly, she can answer all our questions. Clearly, her words are the only truth we require. Clearly, anything that seems to be standing in her way must be eliminated.’ The rejection of persuasion and symbiosis that is the hallmark of the radical phase of every religion.

Second, they tend to forget that Yeesha’s methods of demonstration have always been quiet, subtle, minimalistic, and individual. Instead, we get this.

It smacks of Pride. ‘We understand Yeesha, we alone. She will answer our call.’ And at the same time, a childlike dependency, a failure to be content with the ungilded gifts which we have already been given.

This is what I meant when I said that such practices corrupt and distort Yeesha’s message. In reality, there is no cult, but to the uninformed, it often looks that way. It’s just enough to push away many of those who could most benefit from the pure wisdom of Yeesha’s words and the ability to imbue it at the grassroots level of the community. And the rest of us, those who I consider the true followers of Yeesha, are hard-pressed to dispel this messianic illusion.


Originally posted Mon Apr 09, 2007 12:53 pm

Those who speak of the “Cult of Yeesha” are simply using divisive language to characterize those they disagree with. In truth, it makes no more sense than to talk about the “Cult of DRC”. It is a negative term devised to put those they disagree with in a bad light, similar to terms used on the surface such as “anti-choice” and “pro-abortion”.

And, for someone to be wary of the DRC does not mean that they are automatically a Yeesha worshipper.

Let’s put a halt to these bigotted, devisive word games and propaganda. Don’t pigeonhole people, as there is a spectrum–no, a spectral cloud–of opinions out there regarding the DRC and Yeesha.

-Lobo

Please allow me to make a few things unmistakably clear.

I do not believe all those who oppose the DRC’s actions follow Yeesha.

I do not believe all those who follow Yeesha oppose the DRC’s actions.

I do not believe all those who follow Yeesha are obliged to oppose the DRC’s actions. Yeesha herself has not requested it, and her teachings do not justify it.

I do not believe that any portion of Yeesha’s followers constitute a “cult.” I used that word in the thread title because it’s been frequently used to refer to them in the past, but I tried to describe the true nature of the movement in my post. (I apologize for continuing to use the word “cult” therein, and I will now edit that post to revise it.)

I do not believe that the symptoms of the movement that I described in my post apply to all of Yeesha’s followers. On the contrary: I myself am a follower of Yeesha, and I consciously reject those dilutions .

What I believe is that a large number of people who describe themselves as followers of Yeesha are unable to differentiate Yeesha herself from the principles that she represents;

Are using a flawed interpretation of her message to oversimplify their comprehension of the state of the cavern and justify actions and movements contradictory to her meaning;

Are unwittingly defaming and distorting Yeesha’s intentions as a result of their misunderstanding of her teachings;

And are failing to recognize that Yeesha needs our help as much as we needed hers, not only by way of freeing the Least, bringing light to the cavern, and so on, but by opening her eyes when she has forgotten her own code; being the angels on her shoulder lest the Grower drops the seed.

I cannot speak for all of us, and I certainly cannot truly claim to speak for Yeesha, but to all those who are drawn to Yeesha’s mission but harbor doubt in our purpose, I assert that this is who we are:

Rest in the light.
Call in the dark.
Sing in the time of joy.
Weep in the time of the pride.

-Words 4:96-99


Originally posted Mon Apr 09, 2007 2:59 pm

You bring up interesting points Kaelri, but (as one who tries to listen to Yeesha, tries to understand and even communicate, bu
t is not following/worshipping her, nor demanding anything), I get a bit uncomfortable with you stating you somehow know what the “wrong” (e.g. cultish) “following” is and what the right kind (the kind of the “true followers” you speak of). How can you know and why do you point the finger?

-ireenquench

How can I know? I can’t.

Maybe I’m completely wrong. Maybe a proud, dogmatic cult is what she wanted all along. Maybe she does want to see the fall of the DRC. But I am convinced otherwise.

I do believe that I am right where others are wrong. I am trying to convince others to believe what I believe. And when I believe that those who do not are making life worse for others, I feel it is my duty to implore them to change. I have the right to express these thoughts, and the privilege of doing so through the DRC’s system, for which I am grateful.

The difference between my method and the one that Kolian suggested is that I will never step on others’ right to do the same, nor condemn them for doing so. On the contrary: I hope that those whom I criticize will come here and defend their belief. To me, that isn’t an impediment – it is an opportunity to change a mind. I am confident in my belief to the point that in an open, honest, reasoned debate, I am sure that it will validated over my opponents’. Its light will only shine brighter.

How can I know? I can’t. But I will do what it takes to find out.

I hope that this will dispel some of your discomfort.


Originally posted Tue Apr 10, 2007 10:47 am

I might bail out of this discussion though, later, if it turns too much into a religious debate. While I respect anyone’s faith/belief in Yeesha, it’s just not my thing and I fear the strife that can come out of faith based discussions. I don’t want anyone to get hurt. And I shy away when things weird me out, so to speak.

-ireenquench

Your fear is understandable; I’ve seen it happen often enough. My promise to you is that I will not hold a moment’s grudge, or show a moment’s lack of respect, to anyone speaking openly and honestly. And I have no doubt that you are doing exactly that.

I still have misgivings about the vigil in concept. At first glance, there are only a few shades of difference between your spiral formation and a gnostic ritual. Aside from the groupthink mentality that it could easily have created – it only takes a few to commandeer a gathering of people with otherwise-innocent intentions – my fear is that a new explorer who walked in on a gathering of such rare size and organization would be overwhelmed at best, if not intimidated, if not repelled; in any case, much more reluctant to take the Journey that Yeesha prepared for him, that will prepare him on a very intimate, individual level to understand what is asked of us all.

I can see, though, that I was wrong about your intentions. I wish I had seen your response to the event in the course of my research. Rather than echoing your own explanation for you, I’ll just quote the passage that convinced me:

…it might even mirror your quote of the Watcher about calling in the dark and singing in times of joy…

-ireenquench

I would say that’s fair enough. :)

In the end it cannot be repelled, cannot be avoided as Yeesha seems to counsel. The only way to control pride’s destructive power is to embrace it. To be scared of it is to give it control. To think you are free of it is to live in its shadow. To judge it in others is to serve it in oneself. We see this in Yeesha’s words.

You do not keep a dangerous chemical safe by throwing it away: you keep it locked in its bottle, be aware of its whereabouts at all times, and only open the bottle when you need it. And pride can have its uses. I could not stand up and speak my mind in front of others without it.

-Zander

“Be content to stand in the light, and let the shadow fall where it will.” Mary Stewart.

I have found that we usually think of pride as an element of judgment when we’re dealing with judgment’s uglier half. Ireenquench has fairly asserted that in my criticisms of the hollow devoted of Yeesha, I am judging others – and as that is a negative judgment, her reaction comes off as an accusation of unwarranted dissolution against me.

But what about another kind? I judge the writing of Douglas Adams, Thomas Jefferson, T.S. Eliot, and Atrus, son of Gehn, to be cogent, far superior to my own. I judge the music of Peter Gabriel and Sufjan Stevens to be inspired. I judge the roar of Ahnonay’s waterfall to be sublime, Eder Delin’s winter to be majestic, New Mexico’s desert to be serene. I judge my friends to be reliable and loyal. There is a person I love, and I judge hers to be a beautiful soul.

Far fewer are those who would decry my pride in those judgments.

So when I find myself having a negative judgment, it’s important to me that I can make it based on some code, or principle, or philosophy. In other words, I want my judgments to stand regardless of the fact that I’m the one making them. It is my logic and morality that tells me my understanding of Yeesha’s desire is sound, and although I will continue putting that understanding into words with all due passion, the point, really, is to make it resonate with people so elementally that they don’t need me to play any greater part in it than a few minutes of their time.

As for pride, you’re not wrong. It’s a part of us. Pride should be a tool at the mercy of our hallowed values. But to let it rule us, to the point that it redefines Joy, corrupting it – as it came to rule Kadish, to rule Veovis, to rule Gehn, to rule Sirrus and Achenar, and may well have come to rule the Grower – then, pride becomes Pride. This is the breaking point that I think Tesseract was describing. And the inevitable, uncontrollable consequences of that fall justify its dubious honor as the one, single quality that Yeesha was driven so far as to label it Sin.

OOC: How these small things affect the future.

Originally posted Sat Apr 28, 2007 5:21 pm

Sydney Austin resigned from the Anti-DRC Movement yesterday. She has apparently left the cavern for the foreseeable future. And this news comes on the heels of Nick White’s two-week suspension. While I’m sure that Ethan and Professor Ovesen will make some effort to maintain the “movement,” the consensus that I have seen, and with which I agree, is that these events spell the death of the ADM.

I hope that this can bring an end to a brief, ugly chapter in Uru’s history. But all indications predict a chaotic, confusing fallout from this, especially on this forum, where there are a lot of social and philosophical loose ends to tie. I think that this is a good opportunity for us to take a stab at some kind of still, encompassing reflection.

I had the pleasure of partaking in a long, illuminating debate last night in the Unbound Hearts’ Bevin – please allow me a moment to express some joy in the fact that the UHB is becoming exactly the intelligent, free-speech forum that I hoped it would be – with several explorers, particularly Simon Bitdiddle and Kolian, whose writings here have been impressively cogent. We had a handful of powerful minds digging relentlessly for some insight, and I think we were successful. Thus, I accredit these two gentleman for much of the thought behind the observations that follow, as well as the many of you who have been saying the same things all along.

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“I find myself here… in a familiar place, that suddenly holds so much more meaning. Here at the very crossroads… It’s been my pause. My chance to ponder. I’ve been wandering for three weeks, grieving, thinking, fasting, reflecting… pausing. Pausing from the cares of work, of rebuilding, of rules, of structure, of people and places, of frictions and factions… of life and death.

~ Dr. Watson

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It’s important to understand how the ADM became as enormous as it did. And let’s not kid ourselves – in terms of Vicki’s goals for the project, it was remarkably successful. Her serial announcements created an atmosphere of suspense and anticipation in the cavern; her announcement, which included Chloe’s provocative hypothesis, was a debacle that achieved infamy; her protest, probably the climactic accomplishment of the “movement,” drew in dozens and dozens of explorers, a feat that usually requires the celebrity presence of a DRC staffer. On the whole, the ADM managed to concentrate the explorer population’s attention on a single affair to an extent outmatched only by the Phil Henderson ordeal. And I would say that in terms of player-initiated plot, this achievement is unprecedented.

And there are some positives coming out of this, which I would sum up in one word: galvanization. This was the first real “conflict” of the second Restoration, and the whole process has left us with a basic foundation, on which we can build the stage for the future of Uru’s tale. Before this point, the arguments among us were only extensions of the qualms that were left unresolved for three years; the ADM affair was a chance for new explorers, the growing majority of the population, to get involved in something in the now, and see how the path is actually shaped by the ongoing actions of people no different from themselves. We have also seen the evolution of a very healthy relationship between the in-game Cavern and the online Community. The true power of the forums, especially this one, is as a dynamic and sprawling crucible for new ideas, new theories, new proposals, new movements.

But the forums are not the place for action. Cyan recognized this early on, I know, and has been encouraging us to use them only as a relay for communication and intellectual exchange, and to make sure that everything that happens here somehow translates into “physical” gameplay. And this is where the ADM has really shone. Though they often did it through hyperbole and fixation on the most miniscule quotes and occurrences, they worked hard to relate the entirety of their creed and calling to what was actually happening on the ground. This is similar to the structure that has worked for the D’ni Network – their in-game KI-mail updates ensure that their online messages are translated into in-Cavern communication. This is also why so many other attempts have disappeared quickly. Kolian’s example of this is Montgomery’s Pento Letter – a great idea, its logic sound, its purpose meaningful, and it was clearly liked and supported. It was sent. And then it was gone. I don’t think the general population ever knew about it. It wasn’t enough to form any battle lines of opinion on the “Pento issue.”

I’m convinced that there are three vital elements of an act of interactive storytelling, of the kind that Uru has been made for. The first element: Physical Action. For better or for worse, something needs to happen. Stories need characters, and they need those characters to do something. And on this level, I respect Sydney and the ADM immensely. They had high ambitions for simply getting explorers involved in something, and they nailed it.

That, however, is where my respect for this misadventure ends. Because what I just described is a successful use of a deeply-flawed system.

In the months before the ADM’s rise, and throughout this cold April during its existence, this forum has appeared to be, as Kolian aptly phrased it, “an environment hostile to all ideas.” Of course, this is not entirely true – my experience was proof that there is still an inspiring potential here, waiting to be properly harnessed. Same with the initial message of the Restoration Realists; the rapid and overwhelmingly-positive response that they received was, to me, a clear message that the “silent majority’s” hope for true progress clearly hasn’t died.

Unfortunately, this community’s energy has rarely been manifested so purely. Last night, we three philosophers spoke with a number of people, including a reatively new explorer named Noelia. She described herself as an “outsider,” and a “non-activist,” which I think is always a valuable point of view.

“All I see,” she said, “is some aggression.”

We tend, too often, to equate passion with aggression; and so, when we want to take a passionate stand, we assume that it must be done with aggression, even hostility. Then, as we all know, violence begets violence, and the fate of so many potent ideas has been dissolution into the merciless cacophony of destructive argument that this forum has largely become. And the ADM is a Darwinistic paragon, an establishment that is designed to thrive in this climate. They built the ADM up around a charter of legitimate complaints against the DRC’s policies. The DRC has indeed been too silent, too distant, and may well be withholding information that we have an implied right to see; and seeing the way the ADM phrased their concerns, when I invited them to the Unbound Hearts’ Bevin after their announcement, I was completely willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. But they amplified their protests with inductive logic and confirmation bias. They drove their arguments with the preconceived assumption that the DRC was lying, distorting the truth, and concealing information, to the point that any silence, reservation or ambiguity on the DRC’s part was seized upon as evidence. The only way they could perpetuate their accusations was with the philosophy that the DRC was “guilty until proven innocent.”

The ADM was intellectually devoid of meaning. It had to be. How else could they get everyone to argue with them? At this point, we can see how their success is only a sad irony. Its message failed to self-sustain. The flame couldn’t be kept alive by any self-reinforcing resonance in the beliefs and philosophies of the explorers; Sydney and Ovesen had to do it themselves. Anything to keep the volley going back and forth, even if they had to cheat. On a logical level, their claims were consistently and convincingly defeated; thus, the only way to keep it going was to repeat themselves endlessly, ignore the rebuttals, and spout distorted observations that “the Army is growing.” (Personally, I thought their campaign against the DRC’s inaction on behalf of “the poor, innocent animals” of Negilahn was the first real sign that their project, as a “movement,” was slipping.) And it could have been stopped before it started, by either side, had we as a community ignored them, or had they themselves ceased to put in the effort. It would have gone the way of that ridiculous “Beneath You” project – Templeton Davis didn’t realize that without an independently-compelling motivation, the people only react as long as you give them something to react to. But the ADM affair involved persistent effort, and, moreover, an overblown sense of perspective. Acts of political spin and intellectual dishonesty can make for a good story, but only as a side-plot, a bit of intrigue and drama, rather than the behemoth that it became.

For those things to make up a central pillar of the plot violated what I think is the second element: Logical Vindication. A movement has to make sense, and it has to be something that people can get behind, so that it is able to cut its umbilical cord with its creator’s ambitions. Otherwise, we’ll end up with the cynical, political, confrontational dynamic that we see so often on the surface. People don’t like that. People didn’t like the ADM; they only reacted against it out of frustration that it wasn’t going away. Instead of forming sides on their message, we formed sides on them, because their methods and tactics were blatant enough to keep the two permanently separated.

But it took time for the inevitability of that scenario to come to fruition. And that’s because the mass of the people, outside this much smaller network of storytellers, wanted to see the ADM as a representative of the common complaints that they commandeered; they participated out of a genuine, if ignorant, willingness to give it some legitimacy. This community is desperate for leadership. We need purpose. All people, everywhere, in all times, demand purpose. The DRC and Yeesha are perfectly poised to provide us a compass for the tangible and spiritual purposes of this Restoration, and in their silence, they leave the people vulnerable to anyone who can promise an artificial alternative. The ADM took advantage of that.

The people rallied around them, but they never gave the order to march. They tapped the incredible energy that this community wants to release, but they only ended up spinning in place – they never moved forward. Sydney didn’t see the difference; she only saw the energy, and called it success. They built their “Army” before realizing that they had nothing to do with it. And the danger that we face is that the new explorers who stumble upon this cavern of limitless potential will perceive that a “movement” like the ADM is how things actually get done around here – or, more to the point, that this was something getting done. It wasn’t. The Anti-DRC Movement was no “movement” at all. This was nothing more than an experiment: they created the physical reality of a movement, and a theatric replica of an intellectual structure, but those were not enough to sustain a movement without the third element: Spiritual Imperative. This subtle and sublime world with which Cyan has provided us begs for us to seek the threads of deep, ancient purpose. We, as characters in this visionary pageant, cannot do what we do just for the sake of something being done. We must do what we do, somehow, in some way, sometimes only a small way, but always fundamentally, for D’ni.

I will not deny this: we need controversy, we need confrontation. A story without them is no story at all. But if a war is to be fought, it must be a war worth fighting. The storm is coming. As Kaelri, a character in the story of Uru, I am wary of it; but as a player, I embrace it, and I want this community to make the most of this opportunity to tell a story as it’s never been told.

RECAP: The Fall and The Rise

Originally posted Sun May 06, 2007 4:36 pm

I’m grateful for vidkid7′s thread, “The Restoration So Far…”, which does a good job of keeping track of the the “Modern Timeline” of D’ni. Meanwhile, the DRC has been working on translations that help us piece together the “Historical Timeline” of D’ni. But this forum has no account of the time in between: the Fall.

I know that it has been written many times before, but it is a story that I know well, and feel close to, so I hope you’ll indulge me for one more act of historical catharsis. And if the community approves, I might humbly request that this thread be stickied alongside vidkid7′s account, that the threads of the history of the cavern may be tied together in one coil.

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Sources

What we know of the Fall, its causes and its aftermath comes mostly from the journals of Catherine, the wife of Atrus and mother of Yeesha. Catherine’s writing was romantic, rather than journalistic, so the details may be inaccurate, but in general, her story is consistent with what we know of D’ni as it is now, and was long before.

Based on Catherine’s journals, the DRC worked with Rand and Robyn Miller, the founders of the entertainment company now known as Cyan Worlds, to develop the PC adventure/puzzle games called the “Myst series,” which includes the titles Myst, Riven, Myst III: Exile, and Myst IV: Revelation. In connection to these, the Millers also worked with author David Wingrove to write the Myst trilogy of novels, which includes the titles The Book of Atrus, The Book of Ti’ana, and The Book of D’ni.

OOC: This thread roughly parallels geekmonger’s “The Story So Far” thread on MystOnline.com, but from a purely IC perspective. I’ve also written it just ’cause I think this forum needs some form of it.

Until we get a final answer on the cannonicity of Myst V: End of Ages, I’m going to write and update this thread as if it doesn’t exist, either as an event in the story of Uru or as a Cyan game.

The following account includes massive spoilers for all of the above.

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In the beginning…

A summary of what we know from D’ni’s early history:

A people called the Ronay lived on an Age called Garternay (the “root of the tree”), and had the ability to link to other worlds using the “Art” of writing Linking Books. When they discovered that their world was dying, they began an exodus, relocating to other Ages to continue their civilization. Most went to an Age called Terahnee, but some went other ways. Ri’neref, a powerful member of the Guild of Writers, led one small group of Ronay to a new Age called D’ni (“new start”) – the world we call Earth. They settled in an enormous underground cavern, underneath the place now called New Mexico. Cut off from the surface, they established the “Great Zero,” created a governmental system of Guilds under a single King, and, true to their heritage, began to Write.

Seven thousand years later, King Kerath abdicated the throne and gave all power to the Guilds. From then on, D’ni was ruled by the Five Lords, who were chosen from the high council of Guild Grandmasters. The Guilds were soon watching over a veritable empire – over a million people were now living in the cavern, to say nothing of those living and working on ten thousand Ages, including ahrotahntee – people native to the colonized Ages, who were not of D’ni blood. Although the D’ni had a peaceful relationship with these people, for the most part, they held a deep and ancient pride in their civilization, which led to a sharp prejudice against the “Book-worlders.” Meanwhile, within D’ni, an unspoken-of rift had emerged between the common people of the D’ni and the exclusive, hereditary elite class of the Guilds. However, it had been centuries since D’ni had seen any spiritual or revolutionary leaders who could move the overwhlemingly-conservative D’ni Council to bring about real change. So the patient D’ni waited, as the tension lay hidden beneath the surface, waiting for a catalyst.

Aitrus

In the height of D’ni’s long peace and prosperity, there arose a growing curiosity over whether the D’ni were sharing their world with a race of surface-dwellers. In 9336, the divided D’ni Council finally allowed the Guild of Surveyors to launch an expedition to build a tunnel to the surface. The Surveyors, who included a young guildsman named Aitrus, constructed the tunnels under the constant fear that their adventure would be cancelled by the uneasy Council, which came to a head when a mechanical accident caused the death of a guildsman. But they finally received the command to complete the path, with a single Great Shaft that rose all the way to the surface. The completion of the shaft was an historic day for the D’ni, but, only days before the final breakthrough might have been made, an enormous earthquake tore through the tunnel, damaging the shaft and killing several D’ni. As a matter of pride, the shaft was repaired, but the breakthrough to the surface was immediately called off.

In the chaos after the quake, Aitrus saved the life of a young lord named Veovis. Veovis was the son of Lord Rakeri, one of the Five, and thus extremely popular and influential, in spite of his age; and regardless of his social status, he was one of the most gifted Writers that D’ni had seen since Ri’neref himself. Veovis and Aitrus had been enemies in their school days, but Veovis had recently made the first move to offer a clean slate, and when Aitrus rescued him from the wreckage of a dangling carriage in the Shaft, their friendship was sealed. Veovis promised Aitrus any favor he could grant in return for this heroism. And over the next thirty years, as Veovis and Aitrus both rose through the ranks to become members of the ruling Council, they found themselves at the heart of society, “the seeds of D’ni’s future.”

Ti’ana

In 9368, Anna, a young woman living on the surface, discovered the Great Shaft with her father, a surveyor, in the North American desert, following the first clue of the giant, inexplicable circle of shuffled rock that had been left by the D’ni Surveyors’ rock soundings. After Anna’s father died, partly of exhaustion brought on by his obsession with the Circle, Anna, having nothing to leave behind, began the descent into the tunnels, desperate to uncover the mystery of their origin. Eventually, she reached D’ni.

The revelation that there were humans living on the surface caused an uproar D’ni. Aitrus and Veovis had been on opposite sides of the debate over the surface-dwellers – Veovis was a leader among those who opposed revealing D’ni’s existence, believing that without being taught D’ni morality, all outsiders could never be more than ignorant, backwards savages who would immediately threaten D’ni with warfare. Aitrus, on the other hand, was
with those who hoped to find a peaceful, intelligent society with whom the D’ni could share their knowledge and progress. Meanwhile, Anna, imprisoned and isolated from all but a small team of trusted Linguists, startled her captors with her human imagination and creativity.

After a heated debate, the Council held a hearing to question Anna and come to a decision on making contact with the surface once and for all. By that time, Anna had already learned the D’ni language well enough to answer the questions herself, taking the Council by surprise. In a way, both sides were vindicated by the hearing: although it was quickly decided that contact would never be made, the D’ni could not deny that Anna herself was no different from them, intelligent and self-aware, and she was allowed to remain living in the cavern, with the family of Aitrus.

At first, Veovis was wary of the situation and hostile toward Anna, and even toward Aitrus for befriending her so openly, but slowly, they came to be friends, and understand each other, equals in passion and pride. Yet this progress was destroyed when Aitrus, against the wishes of his father and his friend, revealed to Anna the existence of the Books, and even began teaching her to Write. When this became known, Aitrus’s family and career were nearly destroyed by Veovis and an outraged Council, saved only by the chance discovery of an ancient precedent.

Though Aitrus was forgiven, he left the world of politics for a time, continuing to write a new Age with Anna, which they named Gemedet. During their first journey to Gemedet, the growing bond between them became undeniable, and in 9377, Aitrus finally asked Anna (who had now been given a D’ni name, Ti’ana) for her hand in marriage.

His only obstacle now was Veovis, whose single vote in the Council would have denied the marriage. Aitrus called on Veovis to fulfill the promise he had made years ago, by changing his vote. Veovis grudgingly agreed, compelled by his honor, but with that, their friendship was ended.

A’Gaeris

The final barrier was broken in 9392, when Aitrus and Ti’ana conceived their first and only child, Gehn. In his infancy, Gehn was frail and weak, and during one illness came close to death, but the family made it through this greatest challenge intact.

Meanwhile, the schism over the fate of the common people of D’ni was growing. The Council was split half-and-half over a proposal, spearheaded by Aitrus, to restore some of their former freedom and welfare. The opponents, led by Veovis, were unyielding in their belief that the people could never be taught the responsibility that comes with power. “Is it not unfair to ask them to be as wise and knowing as ourselves, when all they have known until this time is service?” The Five Lords, however, broke the tie in favor of the act.

After this bitter defeat, Veovis was introduced to a man named A’Gaeris. Known ironically as “the Philosopher,” A’Gaeris had been a respected member Writer before being cast out of the Guild in shame, for crimes to which he would never admit. But, forging a new life for himself among the slums of the City Proper, the Philosopher began writing pamphlets, slowly wrapping the muted sentiments of the D’ni masses around his finger. Like Veovis, A’Gaeris was a fierce believer in the purity of D’ni blood, and still believed that Ti’ana’s union with Aitrus threatened the very fabric of D’ni civilization.

During this time, a massive search for two missing Guildsmen was undertaken. Not helping their relationship, Aitrus was sent to search the six private Ages owned by Veovis’s family on the island of K’veer. Using his unique talent for forgery, A’Gaeris wove a complex, delicate deception, convincing Veovis that Aitrus was writing and trading illegal Books – unstable Ages that warped and defied the laws of physics – and was planning to frame Veovis for the act. At the same time, A’Gaeris contacted Aitrus, and convinced him that Veovis was behind these crimes, that the two missing Guildsman had discovered the conspiracy, and that Veovis had murdered them.

This fabricated evidence was subtly stacked against Veovis, and A’Gaeris finally gave Aitrus a linking book to the spot where the bodies of the Guildsmen lay, slain by Veovis’s own knife. From there, the rest of the pieces fell into place – Veovis was arrested, tried and convicted of murder; he was stripped of his rank and sentenced to live the rest of his life on a lonely Prison Age. In the hour that Veovis’s fate was decided, his ailing father, Lord Rakeri, died.

Veovis

In 9396, Gehn was enrolled in the Guild academy, forced to leave his family for the first time. The first few weeks were traumatic for him – he missed his mother above all, and as he became hardened by the Guild life, he buried his anguished resentment beneath the intoxicating D’ni pride that the Guild was instilling in him.

Meanwhile, D’ni was suddenly besieged by a quick series of terrorist attacks from an unknown source – assaults against guildsmen, ransacked offices, stolen Books, a bomb in the Ink-Works, and finally, the desecration of an ancient, masterpiece Book – the words corrupted in the original Writer’s own hand. This was the first clue to Aitrus that Veovis might have been innocent after all; but not long after, he was kidnapped by the insurgents. It was then discovered that Veovis was missing, and Ti’ana, following a mysterious figure in the streets through a hidden Linking Book, found that A’Gaeris had managed to free Veovis from his prison, and the two had planned this campaign to overthrow the Guilds and take over D’ni in their place. On a nameless, desolate Age, the anarchist cell had created a network of Linking Books through which they could reach every corner of the cavern, and Veovis, having grown beyond A’Gaeris’s manipulative designs, had gathered a massive armory of weapons – enough to start a small war. Veovis might have been successful in sparking the revolution he desired, but Ti’ana lured him away, delivering him into the hands of the Five.

Fall

This time, the Council decided to put an irreversible end to the atrocity. Although Ti’ana had found A’Gaeris’s journal, which proved Veovis’s innocence of his earlier crimes, it was not enough to pardon him for the revenge that he had taken. The Five chose to sentence Veovis to death.

But Ti’ana, compassionate to the end, spoke on Veovis’s behalf, and convinced the Five to have mercy. Once more, they sent Veovis to an inescapable prison, and once more, Veovis was liberated. And this time, Veovis planned not to conquer D’ni, but to end it.

On Leesahn 8, 9400 DE, they carried out Veovis’s final revolt. They brought on the quakes that left the city in ruins, and they released the Plague, the diseased cloud that spread through the cavern and extinguished every life it touched. And as their final, monstrous act, they walked the streets with a wooden cart, gathering the dead, and sent their corpses into the Ages to which the people had fled, sending the infection along every branch of the tree. And D’ni died.

Rise

Aitrus and his family fled to Gemedet. And Veovis spared them.

But Aitrus returned to D’ni, and he, too, succumbed to the disease. He realized that he could not return to Gemedet in his state, so he did the only thing he could for his wife and child – he began the journey to the surface once more, mapping the path in his journal, only linking back when he could not continue. By then, neither he nor the air in the cavern were a danger any longer, and, though he knew he was dying, Aitrus brought Gehn and Ti’ana back to D’ni, and intended to lead them to a new world, where they could start a new life.

Meanwhile, however, Veovis and A’Gaeris had reached an impasse. A’Gaeris wanted Veovis to write a new Age, where they could rule over its ignorant people as gods, and create a new empire under their rule. But Veovis, in a fi
nal act of redemption, refused to allow his last work, Ederat, to be used for that most fundamental sin. A’Gaeris murdered Veovis. But Aitrus discovered his old friend, who, in dying, told him of A’Gaeris’s intentions. A’Gaeris, meanwhile, had taken Ti’ana and Gehn hostage, but Aitrus deceived his old deceiver, luring him to Ederat, whose Book he had corrupted. A’Gaeris followed Aitrus through, and both perished.

Ti’ana and Gehn – as far as they knew, the last survivors of the D’ni Empire – went on, to the surface, and settled in a near-barren Cleft on the side of a dormant volcano near her old home. To begin again.

To be continued.

Those who read between the lines.

Originally posted Sat Apr 07, 2007 11:30 pm

I’ve been meaning to write this for a long time.

First, you should understand my point of view.

I came late. After the first Restoration but before the spark of the next. Between.

Ignorant. Confused. Alone. When I came, this cavern was buried under two layers, not one. Before I could confront the epic mystery of the Fall, I had to piece together the remains of the Restoration. To this day, even after speaking with those who were part of it, I do not understand what hell broke loose and ended your prologue. I have read names, seen faces, touched places, heard stories, but the threads are all unraveled. When I came, D’ni suffered from the burden of two deaths.

I tried to ease both.

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“When all is taken from one, the only hope that remains is what is given by another. Through this giving, both are redeemed.”

~ Regeltavok of Oorpah

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There is no soul I feel closer to than Yeesha’s.

This does not mean that I trust her. On the contrary: it means that I do not trust her, for the same reason that she does not trust herself.

When I came alone to D’ni, she became my companion. But it took time for me to understand her intimations. We’ve all used the same words to describe her method: vague, cryptic, prophetic, even mad. I did not appreciate the meaning of her mission, at first, and even as the Journey ended, I barely understood what I had done, what part I had played. I sometimes wonder if I was not yet ready for the Journey. But she was patient, and unguarded. Everyone, I know, thought that through all her disembodied speeches, she was hiding something; but looking back, many of us see how much she was revealing – of D’ni, and of herself. What we saw as paradox and obfuscation were her doubts, her uncertainties, the duel between her serene faith in her mission and her terror of where it would take her, and what she would become.

But under the wings of both was her passion. Yeesha loves joy and loathes pride, and on that point, she has never lied to us, I promise you. To hear her speak of Teledahn’s cages… to see her dance in the rain… it is impossible for me to doubt her sincerity. Every writer understands how we concentrate and clarify our thoughts and feelings through writing, and Yeesha is one of us. Through her speeches in that hidden cave, she articulated a spiritual imperative: the freeing of the Least, the unmaking of Pride, the joy of Returning, of Growing – that the DRC could not hope to match, and never will. Yeesha alone could tell us why we are truly here, and it does not matter that she spoke those words as much to learn as to teach.

But who we are with the pen is not who we are with the sword. And when I walked the Path of the Shell, I feared her, and for her. She nearly seemed to have forgotten her own words. Her voice was different. It was proud.

I wonder if she conceived of the Path of the Shell even before we had completed the first journey. Maybe she knew that the same words she used to open others’ eyes would have to open hers in turn. She did not trust herself to lead us, and so she crafted her words to warn us against following her when she began to assimilate what she was purging. I like to think that I paid my debt when I walked the Path. When she had gone so far that she forgot where she had started, I helped her remember, just by walking that path, walking through Myst – touching the shelves on which the ashes of her brothers’ potential were burned by their father as he vowed never again to neglect his burdens. I like to think that I tied the thread that had come unraveled.

Words fulfilled.

I do not trust Yeesha, but I believe in her. That will not make sense to those who would gather as soldiers, under her cloth as a banner, under her words as gospel, under her omnipotence as one joined with omniscience. I will not worship her, because I would become proud of my camaraderie, proud of my understanding, proud of my devotion. I would become Proud. She fears that. If we are Proud to be enemies of the Proud, then we are only another link in the chain. Instead of freeing the Least, we would replace them with all those who refused the journey. And to take freedom from the takers of freedom – in that moment, we would sacrifice the difference between us. And, smiling, we would join them on the chain. And the Least would weep in the time of the pride.

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“a kingdom is made of both life and belief
“it is only real with both…”

~ Phil Henderson

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We are all dependent on both Yeesha and the DRC. Every one of us. They are the defining marks of an explorer – Relto on the right hip, KI on the left hand. The DRC brings us to new worlds, then Yeesha shows us why we have come. The DRC rebuilds stone from dust; Yeesha shows us how the stone fell, falls, will fall again. Life and belief. We need them both.

And we need them both here. I am as disappointed as everyone else that both Yeesha and the DRC have kept their distance. I wonder if they are trying to avoid the conflict that seemed to plague them during the prologue; struggling to keep their hands clean. That’s probably easier with both Watson and Zandi gone from the cavern. But even though they both rightfully trust in the explorers’ ability to discover and create, even in their total absence, as Untìl proved, they have already forgotten how desperately people crave purpose.

I am stunned that the DRC didn’t learn their lessons from the Cult of Yeesha. When Yeesha disappeared from the cavern, her disciples felt lost, and so they created a Cult to fill the void. All the symbols and structures of Yeesha’s Journey, but they only knew the form of the path, nothing of where it led. And so Yeesha’s wisdom was corrupted, perverted, diluted. Today, the Cult lies dormant, but they have not let go of the reigns; they are still capable of putting up resistance to those who are desperate for a return to the purity of her ideals.

And now, the DRC faces the same. They give, but they do not give enough; speak, but not enough; direct, but not enough. And in their place, Guilds to fill the void. Most are benign; some are not. The Guild of Guardians – an innocent facade, but I hear whispers. Whispers of zeal, of duty, of right. Whispers of Pride. Perhaps of the DRC’s former self? Perhaps that is what they long for, just as Yeesha’s Cult seeks a proud Grower to spoonfeed them the very poison she warned them against.

The Grower and the Council; both distant, both passive. Yeesha, however, can afford to be enigmatic; she can be sure that her own words will continue to be heard, without the need for neighborhoods and greeters and liaisons – the material bureaucracy of the DRC. The DRC cannot afford to be a myth.

But neither can afford to be passive; when the wind dies, the sails go limp.

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“I have seen the real treasures that are protected by the petty fences of their rules. I have found the precious gold buried deep beneath the weighty mountains of their laws.”

~Yeesha

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I am an Unbound Heart.

Many have asked me how this is possible, if Yeesha’s path is my compass rose. That is like asking a patriot how he saves his harshest words for his own government. It isn’t complicated. “It is from within that most nations fall.” A true patriot loves his country too much to let it destroy itself; the true patriot would rather see his country fail in the pursuit of singularity than to let it betray its principles in the name of survival and watch as it descends to join the hollow brotherhood of ordinary nations. So do I see the true followers of Yeesha. We are those who read between the lines. I hope that circumstances will not force me to clarify what I mean by that.

But that is only half the reason.

What path I choose for myself hardly matters – more important is the right to choose. And the right not to choose. The Unbound Hearts’ Bevin is a sanctuary for that right.

What do you see? If you’re someone like me, wandering the cavern every evening, rarely settling, but watching from the edges, you have surely seen that the people of this new D’ni are not here to fight a war, with each other or with themselves. They are not here to see that the Ages are living or dying, but simply that they are – and that they are beautiful. From all ages, all civilizations, they come to discover worlds with childlike wonder. How could we take that away from them?

They run, they jump, they kick cones, they kick beach balls, they wear funny hats, they hunt eggs, they find markers, they press buttons, they pull switches, they take pictures, they write poems, they watch sunsets, they watch stars. They come here to love life. Their hearts are unbound. We are building this new D’ni for them.

A storm is coming. Some of us are the thunder and some the lightning. But whatever side we choose, I will protect the unbound hearts. They are the light in which I rest. And no matter who remains standing when the storm’s fury is spent, they will be the reemerging sun.

And then?

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“They will sing a song of thankfulness. They will sing a song, without regard to their circumstance. They will stand and take time to sing to the maker with hearts of joy. If only I could have such a heart.”

~ Yeesha

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The ending can never truly be written.