A Walk to the Black Temple

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A world where flies are sacred and the dead are buried in the sky

Submitted: October 29, 2014

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It is always on these hot summer days that the ancestors are most active. What do they want to tell me? Are they warning me or trying to comfort me? What secrets do you learn when you die, when you can no longer tell them to anyone to whom it would matter? Some people think that that anytime flies buzz around them it is their ancestors trying to speak to them but I am an initiate of the Black Temple and I know that it is only the great blue and green flies, along with the more beautiful carrion birds that carry us to the sky.I have tried to tell my Mati but she continues to treat every fly with reverence. When they become trapped in the house she catches them and releases them outside with a prayer that they find their rest among the clouds. I have even seen her with tears in her eyes when she found the body of a dead fly. I have tried to tell her that she doesn't need to worry but she has seen too,much death to take the rituals of death lightly. Well she can serve the dead in her way and I will serve them in mine.

I am still new among the ranks of the priests.Because I am only an initiate, I must climb the three miles up the hill and down it every night. The walk is so that I meditate on my duties. I am just glad that I can live with Mati and Pato and be with my friends a little longer. On the next solstice if I pass my trials I will become an Adept and then I will sleep in the dormitory in the Black Temple. If I pass I will be the first new adept in six years. Being chosen by the Black Temple was so exciting but choosing the Black Temple was the hardest choice I have made. The Gods Temple in the middle of town is much more popular, no one ever turns down that priesthood. They preside over life, marriages, harvest, business, and changing seasons. The Black Temple is here to bring us into life and back out again. Mati told me that the Gods Temple is for happiness and the Black Temple is for pain. As Mati knew and now I know it is often that the priest who is in the birthing room is often in the funeral room later that day preparing mother or child for death. Yesterday was the first time I helped to send a baby to the sky. His mother was so weak from her labor she could not come into the courtyard of the dead. Even with your full strength it is hard to enter the courtyard the sight and smells of the dead are enough to make you fall over. The father was the one to spread the handful of ritual maggots over the dead infant. The maggots will begin the process of taking the baby to the sky. It will be my duty to monitor the body to inform the grieving couple that their time of mourning is over. It will not take long for the small body to be carried to the sky, everything but the bones. There is no spirit in the bones they are just the pieces of earth that our spirit forms around and so we return them to the earth. When I was a child the scariest story that we children told each other was of the man who was so bad that they buried him in the ground never to go to the sky always to remain miserable on earth.

Ah, I am almost there, I can hear the droning hum of the flies and I can see the faint black cloud rising over the courtyard walls taking spirits to their rest in the sky.


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