Cult of the Halogen Lamp

We are seeking the transcendent expression of spirituality after intensive periods of fasting.

The God, the light source of the known world, intensifies with his light upturned. He scatters the image of a black sun with its dark rays against the barriers of the known world. The light shines beyond that. It's a true sign that the God is present.

Often the God lays dormant for long periods of time. Many of our friends have been born and many have died while the God has slept.

When the God awakes, it is a tremendous experience. Many flock to the barriers where the God stands. We crowd and contemplate our union with the deity.

We sometimes fly at the God two at a time, although this is quite unplanned. We are blind to each other in the presence of the light. We begin a frenzied courting dance. A dance to court our deity. We are warring and raging against the barriers of the known world and daring to settle on the hot metal aura of the God, Himself.

Some of us land inside what seems to be a chamber. I can hear one of us screaming above. There is a gray mist, and we know that that one fused with the God.

The God gets brighter momentarily and is ever increasing in intensity. He is burning our souls and consuming us utterly.

There are 2 others with me. We begin to get afraid of the God and search for a way out.

We climb, blindly, over unstable mountains and try to use our wings to leave. We are starting to panic. I look around and realize we are climbing on the overturned bodies of others. Their wings are extended and burnt. They were trying to escape.

I bang into things, my eyes are utterly blinded. My legs are burned and my wings are starting to bake. I have to push them out to cool them off, but they curl and I can't pull them back.

I fall on my back and my shell spreads apart. My soul is searing. I can't see what's happening but my won't wings right me...

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