Aura

The prism is a potent symbol within the Imperial way of life, representing the unity of connection between all living things.

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Lendorian Population Classification:

1.) Most beings never manifest any Aura potential. (Applicable to more than 90% of Lendor's population). These are called the auraless or regulars.
2.) A small minority (less than 10%) develop an Aura potential and access to an Aurae power - fuelled by absorbing the Lord's Essence during sunlight. This is revealed at birth in the ABC.
3.) An elite few, (less than 1%), known as the Blessed, can convert their Aurae into a singular gift of exceptional power known as a Sorce or Soul Power. This is also revealed in the ABC.

Charging a Blessed Sorce:

The natural way: This process takes several hours and involves feeding on the Lord's Essence by letting your skin absorb the mist during natural sunlight.
Supercharging: A process involving standing within proximity of a Divine (or one of its light beacons) and pulling the light directly into one's core. It takes mere minutes, but supercharging a body's core, without years of practice, can cause brain damage, premature ageing or worse...
Excessive light abuse could cause Taint to manifest within the soul. For these reasons, unless urgency is of prime importance, the natural way is always the safest and healthiest option.

Butler's thoughts:

I eavesdropped a conversation between Jasarnus Riggs (some of you may remember he appeared in one of my recent 60-second interviews) and a priest. (In fact, THE Priest, but I'll say no more.) One of Riggs's boys, Cassius, had asked the holy man a question. Sadly, I didn't hear the question, but the Priest's explanation proves it was related to the fundamentals of Soul Lights. It gets metaphysical in a metaphorical way if you get my meaning.

Taken from Ricardo Butler's book, "Memoirs of the Ordinary," Published 841AP.

The priest pulled out two pyramid objects, one of which was a transparent prism, the other solid black—the base of each one fitting perfectly in the priest’s palms.
“Please hold this,” he handed the solid black pyramid to Jasarnus. There was a black roll of paper poking out the top of it. The Priest pulled out the paper and unrolled it to reveal a book-sized black sheet, “you hold this,” He handed it to Cassius. “Now, hold it this way,” he moved the boy’s hands so the piece of paper was positioned horizontally so everyone looking down could see the entire card. “And finally, you hold this,” he handed the transparent pyramid prism to Davor and placed the boy’s hands so the pyramid was on its side, against the black card.
“Good, we are ready. Mr Riggs, your boy, is an inquisitive little man. He asked a question close to my heart, and so I will explain. Now observe carefully.” He pointed his index finger, a coin’s distance from the left side of the prism, a bright white light fired from his finger. It entered the pyramid and exited out the right side to separate into a rainbow of colours. Jasarnus had seen his teacher demonstrating this at school with a torch but couldn’t remember what the class had been about.
“It’s beautiful,” Davor said.
“More like wizard’s magic,” Cassius said.
“No, simple science. A pure light refracted at an angle disperses into those colours.”
“And what’s your point?” Jasarnus still didn’t know what question was being answered.
“Let me show you. Look what happens when I change the light.” The priest fired, a barely visible, grey light from his pointed index finger. The light disappeared into the triangle, and this time, no colours were dispersed. “You see, nothing escapes. And now let’s change the light to one of the sacred colours,” he fired a red light into the triangle, and the same red light exited the prism. “So, what have we learnt?”
“The White light changed into many colours, the faint grey light disappeared, and the red one stayed red,” Davor said.
“Well, yes, that’s the obvious answer; now think more imaginatively. Expand that mind of yours.” He tapped Davor’s forehead.
The boys looked at each other and shrugged. The priest sighed and looked at Jasarnus. “Maybe your dad can explain?”
“Sorry, but I don’t even know the question, and if it’s anything to do with religion, then it’s pretty obvious I’m not your man.”
“OK, here’s a hint: the light represents a soul, and the prism represents a being.”
“I’ve got it!” Caz bounced up and down on his feet, excited. “When a soul chooses a body, the power available depends on a being’s body.”
“No, he changed the light, not the prism, so he is saying each soul light has different potentials. The body is irrelevant,” Davor said.
“That’s not bad; both of you are partially correct. Soul lights have different purities, the purer the light, the greater the power available to the being. Now the Church prefers to call a sentient being the Trinity - The triad of body, mind, and heart. So, the prism represents the...”
“The Trinity,” Caz said with a big smile on his face.
“Obviously,” Davor said.
Obviously? Jasarnus was already starting to get confused.
“And what did the red light represent?” Cassius asked.
“It represented a soul that was not as perfectly pure as a white soul light, but purer than the faint grey light... pure enough anyway, to provide a Trinity with a great power.” The priest said.
“When does this soul light join with our body, I mean our Trinity?” Davor asked.
“It’s called the Time of Union, when the Soul forms a bond with the Trinity at any point during pregnancy but before birth.”
“So, if a coloured soul light is pure enough to give a great power, what does a bright white light give a Trinity?” Davor asked.
“Well, you saw how it dispersed into many lights, so a white soul light would give the Trinity access to several abilities. But this is rare because most times when a soul light becomes absolutely pure, it will then seek the One Purity to travel the universe and join with our White Lord. The coalescing of the soul light to become immortal. This is what all these people around the church are honouring.”
The priest pointed to the black object in Jasarnus’s hand. “That is known as the Blindness of Youth prism. So, for simplicity, let’s continue the metaphor. What happens if I shoot a light into it?”
“That’s easy; it’s solid black, so a soul light cannot enter the Trinity,” Davor said.
“And did you check it to see if that’s true?”
Davor and Caz peered at the solid black pyramid; Jasarnus moved it around so his sons could get a better look and on closer inspection, it was evident that one side of the black pyramid had a tiny transparent hole. “There’s a small transparent section,” Caz said.
“Yes, all Trinities begin as this black pyramid. So, after a soul light enters this being, what happens?”
“Once inside, the light can’t exit,” Jasarnus responded instantly. He was excited to finally be able to answer a question faster than his boys. The priest glared back at him. “These are things any half-educated adult should know. This a lesson that is only for your boys.” The priest said.
“Yes, of course, sorry.” Jasarnus lowered his eyes to the floor.
Davor whispered to his brother but loud enough for his father to hear. “Dad got told off.” Caz giggled.
“So, yes, if no light exits, then the obvious conclusion is?” the Priest asked.
“A dark Trinity is bad?” Cassius said.
“Not in this context. Don’t forget, the name of the prism was the hint. It is too young, spiritually blind, needing training and education to become like this,” he pointed to the transparent prism in Davor’s hand. “We are all born as a blind Trinity and need to be taught how to use our body, mind and heart in the most efficient way to get the maximum benefit from our soul light and remove the shade blocking our senses. That is why it’s called the Blindness of Youth prism.”
He grabbed Jasarnus’s hand and pulled the black “youth” pyramid over to the horizontal dark card still held by Cassius. He moved Davor’s transparent prism away. He licked his thumb “The wisdom of education,” and stroked his wet thumb over the right side of the black pyramid, creating a thumb-sized transparency that removed the blackness.
He fired a blue light into the tiny transparent hole on the left side, and the blue light resurfaced through the newly cleaned right side. “You see, with the right teaching, the shade is removed, allowing the truth of the soul power to surface. “Thank you, Mr Riggs. Your job is done.” Jasarnus moved the black youth pyramid away. “Once a Trinity has acquired knowledge and become transparent, the true journey can now begin. Please place back your clean prism, Davor.” The boy put his prism back over the black card. “If I do this,” he bent down, wiped his thumb in some dirt on the floor and placed the thumb on the right side of the transparent prism. A dirty black mark was now visible where the light had previously exited the pyramid. “What do you think will happen if I shoot light into the prism now?”
“The light will not exit,” Davor said. Cassius nodded his agreement.
The priest shot a white light, which flew through the left side of the pyramid, and, as expected, when it hit the dirty-thumb mark, it didn’t escape. “So, boys, we have come full circle. Your dad asked me a question about what my point was. Can you now answer him?”
“Once our Trinity is pure, we must not darken it,” Davor said.
“And what do you mean by darkening it?” The priest said.
“When a being taints themselves, they limit the purity of the Trinity, which stops the true potential of our soul. We must keep the Trinity pristine.” Davor answered.
“I like that word, pristine. Yes, your Trinity must be totally devoid of any marks. No corruption. Or nothing good can ever leave you. That, in essence, is Purity’s journey.”
“I understand now. Doing bad things stops our powers?” Cassius said.
The priest smiled. “In its most simplistic form, yes.”
“And a red soul light gives access to a Fire Aurae?” Jasarnus asked, finally wanting to learn something that could be useful to him.
“The red light was just an analogy; it is unlikely souls are actually differently coloured; they are beyond the true comprehension of our limited minds. My demonstration explains the concept in a way most can understand. So, keeping with this metaphor, if you imagine a weak soul light being dull grey and it enters a Trinity, what would that mean?”
“Well, your example showed that it didn’t escape the prism, so I guess they wouldn’t have access to any powers?” Davor said.
“Precisely. This type of Soul Trinity union is by far the most common. It is actually exceedingly rare for beings to have access to powers. That is why the church calls Sorce beings the Blessed. Beings who have a soul made of a sacred light.”
“Why does mummy glow white and daddy red?” Cassius asked.
The priest looked at Jasarnus. “Do your boys ever tire of questions?”
Jasarnus took the hint. “That’s enough boys. Now, thank the man.”
Davor and Cassius spoke together; “Thank you,”
“It was a pleasure.” The priest bowed, then leaned close to Jasarnus and whispered to him, “Your sons have a purity that must not be corrupted. Soon, we will come for your youngest. We will ensure he realises his true light, for his gifts will be needed in the coming battle. You must tell him who he is and answer his last question. That is your duty.” He turned and walked away.
Jasarnus stared at the back of the departing priest. You are not taking my boy.

People often complain about my lack of ethics in reading people's minds without their agreement, but then how would I learn such intriguing bits of gossip? I mean, what's going to happen? Will the Church get his boy? Will Jasarnus fight back? Maybe a rumble between the Ofraky bully and a Purity Knight is coming to a street near you soon. Who knows?
And another episode of Memoirs of the Ordinary comes to an end. If you enjoyed what you read, please consider purchasing my book from all dark alleyway shops or homeless street peddlers - Only the best distribution network for a reputable name like mine.

Written by Ricardo Butler

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