The floating man of powerful spiritual presence brought the group that followed him into a cave that was out of the sight and beyond the knowledge of the ones that were pursuing at the time. "Here," he called out to the group, "This is where you will rest." This cave was one that had been used for generations for rest when others scaled the mountain in the past, and here would be their safe haven, as well as the place where this turban-wearing man would give them their next bit of instruction. He awaited the group to fully migrate to the interior of the cave, keeping his body completely fully still and his eyes completely closed as he hovered inside. His glowing aura was steady.
You come to a strange cave that is able to hide Your little group from danger, thankfully so. Each of You, who are somewhat tired and weary from the stress of the climb and the oppression of the sins, as well as the revelation of the wickedness in Your people, are relieved that You finally have some place to sit down without worrying about endangerment of Your lives. "Thank God," You say without thinking, "I thought we were goners." You are interested in the strange man in the turban that has led You to this secret place that is safe from the outside, and when You are sure that You are safe and settled, ask him, "Who are you?"
The man keeps his eyes closed and his body still. It seems as though he is in deep thought. Before he answers you, he prolongs his next words, and there is silence for a period you are not accustomed to.
"..."
It seems as though he is waiting for something, and blatantly ignoring you. That, or he has fallen asleep. You cannot tell the difference as you are, but it is clear that he has not responded.
You stand there awaiting an answer for as long as You will, but eventually, You are tired of waiting for the response. "Hey!" You shout, believing he hasn't heard You, just in case he didn't, "I asked you a question!" Your voice harbors some irritation in it, and You are speaking more loudly, assertively and somewhat aggressively than before. Sooner or later, Your friends start trying to speak up for you, as well, to defend you. "Yeah, didn't you hear him? He asked you what your name was!" Eventually, more people who believe that this man is being rude start to join in the rabble, and soon enough, there is a commotion, and all types of words being said. "That's so rude! We should have expected this from someone living in a cave." Someone sneers. "Maybe he thinks he's better than us because he saved us." Rumors begin, somehow, even though nothing has been said nor done, save for only one kind action. A lot of people are appalled, and it stirs up their frustrations, directed at the man who has not answered the question.
"WHAT WAS THAT!?!?!?" A loud voice booms from outside, "DO I SMELL WEAKNESS!?!?!?" Loud rumblings are heard and the sensations of trembling pass up and down the mountain path like a prowling, bloodthirsty wild animal searching for prey. "IS SOMEONE UPSET?! WHERE ARE THEY!? THEY'RE MINE! THEY BELONG TO ME!!!" The mountain immediately begins to quake at the very movement of this being, as well as with the opening of its mouth to speak. It sounds very similar to the Satans that were destroyed earlier, only much more terrifying. "THE LAST MINIONS WERE TOO STUPID. I NEED MORE WRATH INCARNATES. BRING ME THE ANGRY ONES!!! WHERE ARE MY SLAVES!? SLAVES!!! ATTACH YOURSELVES TO MINE LEASH!!!" From the way it spoke, it was Wrath, itself, looking for anything and everything afflicted by the heat of its binding fires, that they may be manipulated to do Wrath's bidding, then discarded once it was done, just like all the others lying dead at the bottom of the mountain, or alive at the bottom of the mountain, having been demoted from their places and burning up for it.
"..." The man still had not responded, yet seemed to he more than cognizant as to this outcome, and was not concerned. In fact, this was not only his expectation, it was his certainty. He was merely drawing up the lingering afflictions that were in these people, that they understand that it was still inside of them, and how very easy it was to get it risen up out of them.
"Be still."
He sat where he was and extended his own steady aura over them to cover them, and block off the entrance to the cave so that the one looking for an angry person to enslave and destroy would not get to them, nor feel nor see that they were getting angry, which is what this enemy wanted from them, in even the smallest droplets. "You gave away your own position with your impatience and intolerance," the man finally said, still not having moved nor introduced himself. Their safety was more important, but they, themselves were not quite coherent of how unsafe they were, even to just be upset about anything anyone was doing at all. They had no right, and it was not only dangerous, but making them primary targets, like little red blips on a screen for someone else they can't see to target them. "See how quickly you turn against the one you save you? You did not even give me a chance to respond before jumping to a conclusion and defaming me, and degrading yourself in the process." Because he had done what he needed to do in order to show them, through patience itself, that their impatience was what was drawing up the Wrath in themselves, and simultaneously the Wrath that was chasing them and trying to kill them and everyone else they came by, the floating man would finally speak to them. "I am Patience. And rightly so. Now be still, that the evil one passes and does not claim you as one of its hosts."
Patience continued to hover in place, but did not do anything but be still, just as he told them to do. He would not be giving them any commands that he, himself, would not be doing or be willing to do, because he was aware that it was important to do so. "Do not give into the temptation of desire to be upset. Be humble immediately, and I will guide you when you are both calm and silent." He waited.
The anger in the crowd quickly becomes a mixture of both terror and meekness once the voice of whatever they thought they were safe from had once again been stirred up just because they, themselves had gotten stirred up.
You stand now trembling, yet now much more willing to listen because of all of the realizations that You are having all at once about the words that are spoken in direct relation to what happened before that You tried to prevent and also how it applies to You. You are afraid that You, Yourself, almost became a target for this monstrosity, and that it was almost Your life, just like the dead ones that were laying on the ground at the bottom of the mountain, dead. You wonder if You could have been one of them just by being upset at the wrong thing at the wrong time, and this sort of contemplation puts You in a state of silence based on uncertainty and fear alone. You are still, as the one called 'Patience' insists, and suddenly become very attentive, not wanting to give Your position away by being upset in any way, even to be panicked at the creature that is roaming about literally looking for You to be upset within Your own ranks. You wait for the man to continue to speak this time instead of try to speak up over him, or before him, or against him.
Wrath, which was right outside the entrance, yet could not find it due to having no form of a signal, would suddenly become enraged. "WHERE ARE YOU!?" It smashed its head into the mountainside, trying to antagonize the group into coming out into the open. "SHOW YOURSELVES, WEAKLINGS! COME OUT, SLAVES!!! WHERE ARE YOU!?" It roamed up and down the path for a while in a huff, knowing that it sensed some beings that had gotten upset. It felt them starting to assimilate with the fires, but suddenly, the trail went cold out of nowhere, which irritated the beast. "I JUST SMELLED A HINT OF WRATH ON YOUR BREATH!!! I KNOW IT!! YOU CANNOT DEFY ME! YOU CANNOT DEFEAT ME!!! YOU ARE WEAK!!" He threw his arm at the side of the mountain in a fit, a powerful explosion bursting upon the side of it. "YOU ARE NOT GREATER THAN ME!! YOU BELONG TO ME! UNDER ME!! I AM YOUR MASTER!! COME OUT, SLAVES!!" It stamped its foot, which was naught but a blazing pillar of fire, and another powerful explosion occurred that shook the mountain.
Patience was pleased to see that the group was being obedient, though it wasn't because they truly wanted to, fully. It was because there was an enemy around, and if there weren't, they probably would have been wrathful, themselves, just because there was no oppressive force over them, which was shameful, to say the least, but... As it was, this was how they needed to be taught. "The weakness of the Wrath is that it will eventually fizzle itself out if you are patient and do not succumb to its wiles. It is a blind creature that, if it cannot see what angers you, will become more angry and destroy itself, continuing to look for ways to destroy you, and completely overlook what it is that actually does so, just because you did not react to it." Patience had seen much Wrath in his own day, which is how he even became Patience at all. "It is looking for your reaction, because it can only see based off of your reactions. So, if you are not angry when it attempts to make you so, it will move on, searching for something else. This is its blindness." Patience was more than aware of how blind Wrath is, but its sensitivity and mentality are exceedingly powerful, until the blindness dims it. "All of it is mental. If you work instinctively, it will defeat you. You cannot defeat Wrath by outdoing it. No form of Wrath or lesser form of Wrath can outdo the actual entity, of which you draw energy from the moment you are 'Angry' or 'Wrathful.'" Clearly, in their own Wrath, they were blind to this, trying to fight fire with fire, when water is the opposite of fire. "Would you like to know more?"
You are silent before Patience, but are interested in knowing more about what this floating man in the turban actually truly knows. You begin to feel bad for acting so rashly and also for having friends that acted on Your behalf, when You, Yourself, were wrong, but because of impulse, they thought You were right. You don't want to upset them, but You also know that they are wrong. You are all silent, however, and begin to sit and listen. "Yes," You finally say timidly, not wanting to invoke anymore Wrath from outside your safe haven. "Please, tell us more." When people see You sitting down and seeking out more wisdom, they, too, begin to follow You, who were at first the one that they were blindly protecting, following behind Your anger. That's when You realize what it means for people to be both blind and followers, and see how much of their own error is on Your head. This makes You feel bad, but You are still eager to correct this wrong. So You sit and You listen.
Outside, Wrath was still stirring, feeding its own self with its inability to find the ones that were just about to feed it more. "I'M HUNGRY!!! I WANT YOUR BOILING BLOOD!! WHERE ARE YOU!?!" Because it had to survive on feasting on others, like a fire must do, when it could not find its next subjects; rather, slaves of Wrath, then Wrath, itself, would be forced to feed on itself in self-destructive manners. Knowing this, Wrath would wait outside the door, trying to get whomever was around to feed it. "YOU'RE HIDING FROM ME BECAUSE YOU'RE WEAK, AND YOU KNOW IT. OTHERWISE, YOU'D FACE ME RIGHT NOW, IN MY FACE." The fire was still rather large, but with having nothing to eat, it was going down somewhat quickly, and the roaring boastful voice was becoming less and less powerful; less and less loud. "You're Nothing But Cowardly Rodents! Come Out Here!! Fight Me Upfront, Rodents!" Searching all up and down the mountain, the flames, which were dying, but still alive for however long they were, would continue to roam. "Just Wait Until I Find You! You Will Regret The Day You Ever Opposed ME!!!"
"Wrath is a demon that feeds on itself," Patience would state once the crowd was gathered and sitting, "It is a suicidal creature that, when it has no other beings to maul and kill, will start to kill itself by devouring its own being, and its own energy, until it has no more. If you give it no energy or any sort of food at all, like you are controlling an animal, then it will not only not eat, but it will grow so hungry in its starvation, it will consume itself if it cannot find its food." Patience finally opened his eyes, and looked at each of the listening ones. There was a glow in them that seemed like the light of knowledge, mixed with a hint of the very same Wrath that they were running from. "But, not before it attempts to lure you into being its next meal, first, in pure and utter bestial desperation." Suddenly, his eyes would close. He had their attention, and as long as they were not enraged, none of them would be snatched up for dinner, and their blood becoming the feed for the fire, as well as their own flesh to fuel its increment. "It is more deprived than you believe, and more degenerate and lowly than you might believe, which is why when you take on the Sin of Wrath, you, too, who are under it, become like it; both deprived and degenerate. Defiling and desecrating as you may." Clearly, Patience knew very intimately about what this sin, Wrath, was all about. He knew more, as well, about the others. Yet, if the group could not understand Patience and Wrath, then they would not understand the other Virtues, because Wrath would swallow them up and grow again. "It can ignite anywhere and everywhere, and consume anything and everything, even if you have gained the whole world. That just gives it more food for its fire, until you have nothing, the earth is nothing, and there is nothing left."
You, who were just almost subject to the terrible fate of this Wrath, and only narrowly escaping because of a GREATER wrath oppressing You that You cannot fight, but are thoroughly terrified of, hang Your heads in shame, knowing that if there was nothing oppressing You, then You would not have listened to this man and instead tried to jump and attack him just like the Wrath that was outside was jumping up at the first smell of Your own wrath. You feel so bad and so shameful that, somehow, You are seeking to atone for this, and want to know how to make things better. "What must we do?" You ask Patience, feeling more eager to correct the wrongs of both Yourself and the ones that You had seen be destroyed, somewhat like the ones here almost were in the same way by the same impatience. You are thankful that You were just patient enough to not have reacted as quickly as everyone else that died, but, at the end of the day, are still quite terrified and confused. You hope that Patience can really help You, if you are trying hard.
Meanwhile, the Wrath that was outside could not feel anymore of its own kind around anywhere at all. They had already been disposed of earlier, and there was no more of them on the top of the mountain. "URGH. RUH. GRUH. MUH!!! I'M HUNGRY!!! HUNGRY NOW!!!" So, because there was no Wrath to feed from at the top of the mountain, and the fire was quickly dying out, Wrath would be on the move, all the way down to the bottom of the mountain, where its slaves, those Satans, were heckling other people and trying to get them to become enraged, like good little slaves for Wrath would do. "I WILL EAT MY OWN SLAVES, THEN. They Don't Do Anything But Piss Me Off, Anyway." And so, the flames of Wrath would rush down the mountain and back down to the bottom, where only the Wrath Incarnates and the weak ones that were easily susceptible were lurking. There, Wrath would eat its fill and continue to burn until the fire spread and burnt down the whole mountain.
Patience did not speak again until he was certain that the creature that was outside had gone away and could no longer hear. Once that was made clear, he would say, "The monster that you saw will attempt to lure you out into the ways of sinfulness in order for you to become its food again. It doesn't matter which one you fall into. As long as its system is still established, it can feed off of you and continue to rebuild. It will constantly seek to construct itself, but only be able to get so far, up to a single point, before it falls apart again. This point is the top of the mountain; the top of the pyramid." Patience was aware of why this mountain was shaped the way that it was, and it was because the builder could not build beyond a certain point without something falling apart, and if so, then building higher would cause too much weakness in the lower levels that would cause the whole structure to fall apart. There was no way for him to ascend further, because, try as he might, something would always fall apart before he got lifted any higher.
"To deconstruct this system, you need to overcome Corruption, which is being able to be influenced by sin even after you are clean from it. To do that, you must first know about all of the Seven Heavenly Virtues, and each of you must bind together in your Virtues in the same way that the Sins bind themselves together. You must never work against each other, like the Sins do, for your own benefit. Everything you do must be for a greater goal, and you will become strong as a unit."
Patience had been waiting a very, very, very long time for anyone to even get this far up the mountain that he may explain these things to them, so he may revive his fallen brothers, who were destroyed before him because of the lack of Patience. His survival was only because of Patience, but that also brought isolation, which also brought madness. Now no longer having such madness in him, he was ready to teach the new ones about the other 6 Virtues, that they all be revived. "I will call out the strongest of you; the 6 of you that show the most inherent Virtue, after I explain them to you. When I explain them, and also call you all out, this will strike up 'Envy,' yet because I will have taught you, you will be able to deal with Envy." This group probably had not seen Envy directly because all their friends were already destroyed, and they had only heard stories. Yet, in order to overcome Envy, they first had to overcome Wrath, and work their way down the mountain in reverse. "The Sins you saw whilst you walked up the mountain were all in order, and, when it's time to walk back down, you must deal with them in the reverse order, to invert the process and undo the mountain. That is; Wrath, Envy, Greed, Pride, Sloth, Gluttony and Lust. Wrath is your new starting point, and I, Patience, will teach you." So, Patience waited to see how coherent they all were before continuing on, since it was important that they listen and for the correct reasons.
You listen to the wise words of Patience and, after hearing that he clearly knew much more about this than any of You, even after walking right through the path, You would begin to heed him more readily and actively when he spoke. When You were attentive, You could tell that this is what he was doing the entire time. So, You, too, began to sit and wait patiently, like Patience had done on your behalf all this time.
As Patience waited for all that was around him to settle, he would begin to speak about the Seven Spirits, of which he, himself, is one of.
"The Seven Virtues are Seven eternally beneficial acts of kindness, ever producing a blessing, miracle or even what is everlasting. They are the Seven Spirits of God that inhabit whatever should so decide of their own free will to take them on, as is the true nature of a spirit, which came before the flesh." Patience drifted around to an area that all of the Rephaim, as he knew them to be called by name, could see him visibly. Then, he went on. "Those who take on and embody these spirits become part of them, and part of God through them. These spirits will not exist in anyone that succumbs to Sin, as you have seen outside, in the lack of their Presence." The very lack of the Seven Spirits was something completely different and far more devastating than the lack of the Seven Sins that they kept from reincarnating, in the Spirit Realm.
"This 'Spiritual Battle' you are in involves the 'Seven Spirits,' directly. Each of them creates a different vibration, when awakened, that will alter the flow of all existence around it up to the fullness of its boundary, before one of the other Spirits takes over. They come up in your feelings and thoughts naturally, unless you have driven them out with too much Sin." Those people would have to sit and be led by someone else that was more capable and qualified without actually thinking that they, themselves, should have that same right or authority based solely on not being able to handle the responsibility of upholding it, itself, within they, themselves. "I can reincarnate the Seven Spirits that were lost during the complete overtaking of SIN outside, however they must be recognized and embodied by the one that believes the most in the spirit to be moved by it, and not stopped by anything else when moved by this Spirit." This would keep them ever diligent as they trekked down the mountain, and give them chosen protectors.
"Ye who should so take on the power of the Seven Spirits will be known as Virtues over your groups, and to each other," Patience explained, knowing that this part specifically was important for the ones who were virtuous to understand. "What you must do is know your own Values as Virtues that you may be Virtuous, and also recognize the Virtues in each other without allowing the one you have to invert you into something that succumbs to the six sins that are not protected by your light." Patience opened his eyes to look deeply into the ground, knowing that this was how the other ones continued to fail in the past and fall from grace. "You mustn't fall victim to the sins that your Virtue does not cover. This is why you need each other, and why another of you that is alone is more susceptible to falling into Corruption." Patience paused here to see how well the crowd was comprehending what he was saying.
You, the Zero Worlders, who have no spirits or have been influenced by the Sin of your friends that were no longer with You, were afraid yet interested in the words of Patience. What he said made sense to You, and You feel as though You have vague memories of these things he said, but only to a much more limited degree. The way he explained things made more sense to You, especially after what You had seen both coming up the mountain and being chased back down it, into this cave near the top. You begin to clamor among Yourselves, exchanging thoughts, opinions and concerns.
Sooner or later, the braver of You asks Patience, "If we're eligible, holy one, then will you pass over and judge and bless the ones who are the strongest in each of the Seven Spirits?" Though many are anticipating to be one of the Seven, all of You know that not everyone can be the Seven. The entire group sits and waits with anticipation, yet also still harbor concern. Each feels confident in their own strengths, but are worried about their weaknesses. You all still mutter and chatter, but ultimately are remaining patient to see what Patience has to say about who are the blessed among You.
Patience opened his eyes once more to look deeply into the spirit of the one that had spoken, and also those around him. With eyes that could see straight into the spirit by means that were both unknown and possibly long forgotten by this group due to the lack of the Seven Spirits, he would be able to tell if these words, feelings and actions were Virtuous.
"..."
He remained silent for a while as he judged the masses. Yet, his silence was broken with a fair warning to them all. "Should I bless you," he started, "You will not see me again until you awaken the Spirits inside of you. You will be bid out of the cave and set out on your own once I establish your leaders, and should you fail, the seeds of the Spirits I place within you will vanish, and you will be soulless once again." The Spiritual Realm was both interesting and the expertise of the Seven Spirits, yet at the same time, passing on this sort of information to those who had no spirits and didn't care to take proper care of a spirit, especially their own, which is why they were here in the first place, was troublesome to do. "Do you really want me to pass the Spirits unto you, and you begin your journey of Awakening?" He waited their answer, not batting an eye.
The group was certain that they were ready, and were more than eager to both get started and get out of the cave in order to defend themselves. "Yes!" You say, more or less unanimously, "Please, teach us! Bless us with your Spirit and show us who the Virtuous among us are!" You wanted to see who would be raised up initially and are very confident that it is You, whomever You are within the group. You look to Your neighbor, and, in Your confidence, begin to think that they are not as worthy as you are to take on whichever Spirit you should so desire, whichever that may be. No one says anything about their neighbor out loud, but a vast majority are thinking the same thing. "I am the one," You think, with the expression clear on your face. "I am the one that will lead everyone to victory." This thought alone, collectively, causes the entire crowd to stand still, waiting patiently for their judgment and blessings, of which You are anticipating greatly.
Now Patience, who was wise beyond any of their years that any of them could fathom, could see in their Spirits the same entity that had once eroded the land before and made it as it was. This very same instance, which happened long before in time immemorial, was happening again, only this time, this specific Spirit, who was no longer youthful and had the knowledge of the years ago, would not act so hastily as perhaps the Seven Spirits had done in their purity of trusting the masses the first time.
"..." The eyes of Patience were as sharp as daggers and just as cold, yet, this was only to gaze deeper into their hearts and minds. A vast majority of them that had these thoughts of superiority individualisticly were already out of the question, based on those thoughts and feelings alone. In fact, those were the ones that the Blessed Ones would have to either convert... or run from. Patience knew to handle this certain matter carefully, and knew exactly how. "Very Well," he finally said, this time in a more authoritative tone, "I Will Pass My Spirit, The Virtue Of Patience, Unto The Next Successor Of The Flesh. This Person, This Single Person Of Whom I Bless, Will Be The Wise Elder Among You, Harboring Both My Spirit And My Wisdom. From There, This Person, Of Whom I Will Be With And Guide Along The Way, Will Pass On The Other 6 Spirits To The Remainder Of You." Suddenly, Patience rose up high into the air, and the steady aura around him illuminated the cave with great splendor.
"The Chosen One Will Not Act Until The Spirit Instructs," Patience added, "And I Shall Be That Spirit That Instructs. No One Will Be Blessed Further Until First The Blessed One Decrees." At that moment, the Spirit of Patience became too bright to look upon, yet his voice still spoke, "See The One With The Glowing Aura Like Mine And Know That I Have Blessed Him. From There, I Will Guide You Through Him."Then, there was a powerful and bright flash that overtook the whole cave, and nothing could be seen. When it faded, the cave was completely 100% pitch black, but only for a few moments. The one that remained still would suddenly begin to glow, and his glowing aura would be that of the same color and caliber as 'Patience;' a suspended Vibration that kept a steady wavelength, rather than being in sync with the tumultuous vibrations of the others who were anticipating to be chosen, themselves. Their vibration, as a collective, was different from the ones who did not anticipate, yet, because of their anticipation and binding through a collective consciousness, which was nothing more than being on the same vibration simultaneously mentally, they were all together as one collective.
The glowing one would be known as the new 'Patience,' and would be called by this name, separated from the group.
You stand in the radiance of Patience just as the light fizzles out and are teeming with joy at the thought that it would be You who were chosen out of the group. You already have thoughts of splendor and glory and what You will do to lead the group to safety, and how You are the best candidate for the job. Yet, when the darkness fades and You see that it is not You who is chosen, You immediately become upset and frustrated. Much grumbling is heard when Patience passed on, but it soon quieted down when the thought that You could harbor one of the other 6 Spirits came to mind. You do not pay it much heed, and instead expect to be named one of the other Spirits.
"Patience!" You cry out, seeing that the Blessed One is glowing and is the new source of Your light, "Bless us, too! Aren't we all in the same scenario? Don't we all need to get out as quickly as possible?" You, as a group, are eager to set things into motion, but more so, to see which of You is blessed, like Patience, who was raised up out of the group, is. Even the friends, family or general associates of the one that was suddenly raised up begin to act strangely, coming to the holy one for many things; mostly, blessings. "You know me! You remember me! We have grown up together! We have spent time together! Surely, you will pass the next Spirit onto me, right?" These were the voices of many, but not everyone in the group. Yet, the ones that did not know the one that was raised up were also speaking.
"No fair! I know what you did last week! You aren't Virtuous! You shouldn't be blessed!" The clamor rose up fairly quickly when each of You tried to decide who would be blessed out of all of You, and You all become jealous for the titles and entitlement that came with it. "I am certainly more fit than you are!" You say, becoming irritated. "It's me, isn't it? Bless me!"
Yet, there were others, not like the rest, who either stayed quiet or, would say, "Maybe we should wait to see what he says, himself, since he was the one that was blessed first for a reason." Yet, many people did not heed these words. Those that did, however, would ease their way out of the clamoring group and instead wait by themselves, or even come together, to avoid being in all of the chaos.
The new Patience, who stood now in flesh, and glowing with glory, would have new wisdom among him through just learning from the prior Patience that passed on. He, who now knew more than the rest, because he had not only taken on Patience, but embodied it secretly without telling anyone, did not speak, even when everyone insisted that he do so. Instead, he waited for the Spirit to speak to him first, before he moved his body or his lips.
"See How Each Of Them Has Stirred Up?" The Spirit of Patience spoke to the Chosen One, "They Are Not Worthy. Not A Single One Of Them. Be Careful Of Them, For They Are Easily Able To Become Your Enemy." Yet, as Patience looked on, over the crowd of the eager, he would see those that separated themselves from the clamoring ones and stood by, patiently, something like Patience. "Do You See The Ones That Stand Far Off And Wait?" The Spirit spoke to the Vessel, "These Are Your Disciples; The Disciples Of Patience, Itself. They Are The Ones You Are To Bless With Your Own Spirit; The Spirit Of Patience. This Will Fortify You And The Spirit, And Should You Be Unable To Continue, I, The Spirit Of Patience, Will Be Passed On To The Next One Among Your Group." Suddenly, the Chosen One closed his eyes and meditated deeply, thinking hard about what to do about the ones that were both unworthy and potentially to succumb to Sin.
The Spirit spoke to him again before he made a move, because he was patient enough to sit and wait and meditate rather than to act simply because others were urging him, something like the Lustful. "The Ones Around You Are Closes To Degeneration Because Of Their Exposure To Your Ascent," The Spirit spoke, "They Will Fall Into Corruption. What You Must Do Is Go To Your Disciples And Fortify Them, And Of Them, See How The Others Treat Them. Surround Yourself In Your Disciples And They Will Be Able To Judge Those Around You Using What Wisdom You Bestow Upon Them." These words and feelings echoed in the mind and spirit of the Chosen One, yet, even then, he did not move nor speak on his own. Still, there was more than the Spirit spoke to him.
"Remember What I Said To You About The Inversion Process," The Spirit of Patience reminded, "For, This Is Where Both 'Wrath' And 'Envy' Stir Up Together, As A Bound Force. Because Of Envy, There Is Wrath, And Because Of Wrath, There Is Envy. See The Wrathful And Know That They Will Become Envious Of Your Disciples. From The Envious, You Must Find The Ones That Do Not Show Envy. Be Warned; The Envious Will Be Like Puppets To Sin, And Upon Their Corruption, Will No Longer Be Your Allies." These were the words of the Spirit of Patience, and when they were fully done, the Blessed One would open his eyes and finally begin to speak to the masses.
"Patience..." He cried out to them, feigning as though he hadn't already made his decision, "... It is as those who stand far off and watch have said; I am the one that was blessed, and for a reason why you were not. Therefore, I will deal with the blessings and you should be Patient, as Patience has taught you." Then, the Chosen One walked over out of the group toward those that had distanced themselves, and said to everyone, "These ones have exhibited true Patience. For that, I bless them with the Spirit of Patience, as well." He cast his hand over them and the same aura that was over his own body would flow over them, and they would all be bound together as a Collective Consciousness and Spirit, symbolized by the same coloration of their vibrations and auras around their bodies. "Be still and be patient, and follow us. I will bless you all over time as I see the Virtues within you. But as it stands, I do not see any Virtue except in the Patient ones. Perhaps, because I am the new Patience." He smiled warmly at his own Disciples, and they would be as one with him. "Come," he spake, walking toward the exit, "It's a long way down, with blessings along the way."
Those that were Patient in the image of Patience would be bid toward the Chosen One as his followers and Disciples, and congregated around him without clamor nor fuss. They, instead, were like him, and patiently awaited his guidance further after they received his blessings.
The others, however, who were not blessed, became more irate at not being chosen, barely understanding why when they knew, themselves, that they had every right to be. "This is favoritism!" You cry out. "That isn't holy! You should treat everyone equally and fairly. We are not being treated equally!" The ones that felt this way would suddenly act against Patience, blocking the exit as a group when they saw each other doing so. You now stand before the only entrance and exit, keeping anyone who is not with You from leaving. "I want my blessings!" You shout. "No more favoritism! Equality! Fairness! Justice!" You do not believe that the decision is fair, and that if some people get blessed, this means that everyone should be blessed, as well, no matter what. No one can receive without everyone receiving, or else You believe this is unfair, regardless of any reason why the others received and You didn't.
Patience was not worried nor was he moved by their actions nor cries. Though the concern came from how quickly the ones who had just asked for a blessing would turn against the chosen one and the instructions of the one that had saved them, the prior explanation from the Spirit was making sense in terms of how the Corruption process functioned. They were both Wrathful and Envious, and such binding, clinging emotions were starting to pull the other Sins closer, as Patience could feel.
He closed his eyes and waited for the Spirit, whilst his Disciples waited for him. The Spirit said, "See How They Have Turned Against You When They Do Not Get Their Way? They Do Not Have Patience In Them, And Therefore, They Are Already Succumbing To Sin. They Will Attempt To Use What Seems Virtuous To Attempt To Get You To Give Them What They Want, But This Is What Corruption Is Like; Using What Is Good To Gain What Is Evil. Do Not Give Them What They Ask." Though the Spirit spoke these words, there was more to it than that, which the new vessel would understand when the Spirit spoke further. "They Have Ignored All That You Have Said And Done Simply To Get Their Way. Their Influence Cannot Be Among You Nor The People. What You Must Do Is Use Your Own Virtue As Your Weapon Against Them. This Is Your Horn, And What You Must Use To Fight, Should The Need Arise." This was instruction for the future, of which the Chosen One would need to practice immediately with the unmoving ones. "Lead Them Outside. Seek Out The Tyranophant, Whose Spirit Is Of The Virtues, And Will Draw Out The Other Spirits To Refine Them In You."
The Chosen One understood the words of the Spirit and, after thinking deeply, came to a conclusion on how to appease everyone. "This cave is too small," he said to the group. "I can barely see and we can barely move. Wouldn't you rather me be accurate? Otherwise, won't I judge you unfairly because of inaccuracy?" Patience awaited the response.
You who stand before the entrance are not moved by these words, but in fact, are more terrified of what is outside than remaining inside.
Still, the points that are made are just and sound, and therefore causes You to think. The clamor dies down, but rabble stirs up as You all talk amongst Yourselves. Finally, you come to a conclusion about how this can be dealt with and You can remain safe from whatever is outside. "Fine," You say, "If you are the blessed one, then when you go outside, the evil one will not strike you. Then, when we see it is safe, we will come out with you." Even then, You realize that at any time, they could run away and leave You without Your blessings. So, You add, "Some of us will go with you and surround you so that you will not leave us. The rest of us will wait here and see what happens." So, some from the group who were willing to walk out into danger would join the group of Patience, and the rest would part from the entrance and allow them to walk outside.
Patience nodded his head, agreeing to these terms. "Very well," he said, allowing those of the other group to come and surround he and his Disciples, "We will go first." When the entrance was opened again, the group around Patience would step outside back to the mountain path, in the light, seeing if Sin would strike.
"Run!!" The Spirit of Patience cried out, and the Vessel would hastily escape to another area with his disciples following behind him. They would be nowhere to be found and run as far away from the Fallen Angels as possible.
You, who are still alive because You separated from the group that cast you out, follow behind the Disciples of Patience, knowing now that You, too, could end up like the wicked ones that sent you out as bait to save themselves. After witnessing the fate of the ones who sent You out as bait, You realize that You do not want to be like them, nor to practice their practices of sending out others in Your stead to get goals accomplished, lest you end up like them. You dare not look back as you flee the area to wherever Patience leads. You are like one of his Disciples now, even without the blessings.
Whilst the Fallen Angels are feasting on their sacrifices and/or recruiting them into their ranks, they notice that the other potential fodder are getting away. They screech and hiss, trying to decide which of them would go to chase after the others. The ones that are already feasting knock away the ones that are not, rather selfishly, knowing that if they got up then the other ones would take their food.
So, the ones that did not have some food to eat would be the ones that would continue to search up and down the mountain for more people like the ones that had been consumed here. Thus, through the Fallen Angels that feasted on others in order to thrive and survive, Corruption would spread down the line wherever they were. Any potential beings for Corruption would be met with Fallen Angels that would snatch them up and consume them or further corrupt them into Fallen Angel brethren. The majority of these delicacies were located at the foot of the mountain, where they could be tempted into corruption and feasted on after they'd taken the bait. Therefore, this is where the Fallen Angels that had no food would flock, splitting from the ones that were ravenously devouring here.