The Return of Avalon

Part 1

Time moves more slowly in the outer realms... A week spent here could equal a year of your time. For us, it has been mere generations since the time of King Arthur, but for your world it has been centuries.

We still keep watch over the descendents of our loved ones. Sadly we have watched as men turned away from developing their inner spirit, and began to rely upon machines more and more. We saw nations rise and fall, and the land we once knew become ravaged by war and time.

War, it is such a terrible thing. Millions have been sacrificed to that bloodthirsty beast, but it is still not appeased. I suppose it is because of the fighting nature of humanity as well as the vices of greed and selfishness. If only they could understand that it's their inner battles that matter in the end, not the outer ones. They still have much to learn. They seek for a higher truth that they cannot find. So they are left empty and unfulfilled. Those poor, confused children, lost and afraid, they need guidance.

But we have drifted too far from their world, only a great catastrophe could release the power to enable our return...

A plane of mist surrounds me. There are hundreds of bright, twinkling stars in the sky above me. I have not seen such stars for nigh on to two years now. The nuclear winter has cast a veil of clouds over the sky, allowing only the sun to dimly shine through. In front of me I see a light, and curiously I approach it. The last strands of mist fall away and I see a circle of women standing with their arms raised inside a circle of standing stones. I creep closer to listen to their rhythmic chanting.

Their leader, judged by her more elaborate costume, suddenly turns toward me and speaks, "Name thyself."

Looking at her, I feel compelled to answer, "My name is Brigit, Ma'am."

"Brigit, a sacred name. You have great power Brigit; there are few that are able to come here. You might be whom we have been searching for."

"What is this place? Where are we?" I tremulously ask.

"Avalon."

Avalon, that name sent shivers down my spine. I had heard of that mythical place - the supposed resting place of King Arthur and the home to Merlin. But "Avalon doesn't exist', I wanted to protest. It can't exist - can it? Suddenly my attention was turned away from my troubling thoughts, for the High Priestess was speaking again.

"We have seen disturbing visions of late about the happenings in your world. We have seen terrible wars in which people turned against their neighbor, and nation against nation, until the very Earth itself has almost been destroyed in the wake of their passing. Countries have collapsed and the entire world has been placed into turmoil.

"We have long dwelt apart from your world, but it is past time for the Priestesses of Avalon to return and aid the people of the Earth. Your great war and nuclear winter has provided the power to allow our return, but we need an anchor, someone placed on the other side, that we could use as a guide to move us closer through the other realms. You are such a one, will you help us?"

You cannot even begin to guess how astonished I was to hear this.