The Prophet
Foreword
It is with great pleasure that I was called upon by the King to collect the words of The Prophet Kleo, I have travelled far and wide, accross the nations of the Opporians [1] to collect the various teachings of the Path, and whilst the fact remains that The Prophets remains are interred under the Temple in Opios and that the stories herein should be understood for there deeper meaning and not for the simple facts that they may present themselves to be. For a start in may seem unusual that a man that was born in the mountains be taken by a ship; but obviously this is just a representation for the Ships greater journey elsewhere, down the Path.
The Coming of the Ship
Kleo, The beloved and chosen of God, had waited twenty years for the ship to return him unto his final resting place. And on this, the twentieth year, on the final day of Thii, the day of harvesting, he climbed the mountain of Hiigad and looked seaward and he saw a ship coming to him through the mist, and he knew Joy.
But as he descended toward the city, he felt his heart begin to weigh down upon him, a great saddness welled up inside him, and it was for this wound in his heart, that Oporria granted him one last time with his followers, and the mariners of the ship, from the fabled land shored up the ship so that he could speak to his followers.
He walked down through the fields, men and women abandoned their fields and strove towards the city, whispering his name, and the coming of the ship. And when he approached the city gates it was thick with people trying to get in, and they saw him and they parted, many weeping openly, and he made himself to the Temple, where the Leaders of the City stood and pleaded "Go not yet away from us, for you are no stranger to us and you have come to us and you are our beloved,". And then the Priests said unto him "Let not us part now, and the years we have spent together fade into a memory,". And many of the people of the city approached and entreated him, but he answered them not.
And then a simple woman came down unto him, and spoke with great tenderness and care, "Prophet of Oporria, long have you searched for your ship, and now that it is here you must go, but deep is the longing in your heart for us, yet we ask that before you leave us, you speak unto us,"
And he replied "Of what can I speak save that which is within you, of what your souls beg for guidance on,"
On Love
Then said the simple woman "Speak to us of love,"
And he raised his head looking upon the people and smiled, And with a great voice he said
"When love beckons, follow him. Though his ways are hard and steep. When he enfolds you in his arms, yield to him, though he may wound you. When he speaks to you beleive in him, though he may shatter you.
For even as love crowns you, he enslaves you, as he is your growth, he is your pruning.
All these things Love will do to you, and you will know the secrets of your heart and in that Knowledge comes a path unto the One. For when you love say not that God is in me, say that I am in God, and if you are worthy love will direct your course.
But if you wish of love only its pleasures and its comfort, better to cast it away, for you will find yourself in a seasonless world, where laughter is always empty and tears are neverending,"
On Marriage
Then the simple woman spoke again, and said "What of Marriage, Propet?"
And he answered "You were bound together on the Path and your Paths will be bound forevermore. You will be together when the Oporria beckons you to him, and you enter Irallia, For you will be together even in the Heart of God.
Love each other, but make it not a bond that shackles you, but fills each others cup until they are overflowing and you can drink your fill. Sing and dance. Make joyous memories but let each other be alone, as the strings of the Oyo [2] vibrate alone yet the music is one,"
On Children
And then a women in the crowd spoke up, a baby against her bosem, "Speak to us of Children, Prophet,".
"Your children are a gift from lifes longing for itself, They come through you, but not for you, as they are with you but belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for Oporria guides them also, as we are all his Children, just as he has housed our bodies on Siyya [3], you can house them. But only Oporria alone can house their souls for he is the beginning of all.
Oporria is the archer who sees his mark and fires you along it, and you are but a wind that can assist it to its target.
[1] all those who beleive in the Iralliam faith
[2] Oyo is similar to a lute
[3] Siyya is basically Earth
OOC: Ok the last chapter of this segment kinda sucked. More chapters will follow after updates. (a couple of chapters at a time).
Do note that this is merely a collection of his words before his death, and not all of his teachings. I don't really have time to write a whole religious book....