SupremeZaarin
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Reading more of Supernatural Encounters.
There is the prophecy of the Chosen One. The one who would defeat Nakhash once and for all at last.
The Force and all of creation is corrupted by Nakhash. The prophesized Chosen One would destroy all of it.
The Supreme Maker is actually the Cosmic Force that the Force-Sensitives are seeing.
Anakin Skywalker is the prophesied Chosen One. He is the champion of the Supreme Maker.
Full potential Anakin Skywalker be strong af to even fight against Nakhash.
There is the prophecy of the Chosen One. The one who would defeat Nakhash once and for all at last.
There was much that was spoken between Horliss-Horliss and Wutzek at this time. In the Grand Convocation of the Celestials that followed, the brilliance of Lluxos and his companions shone brighter than before as they opened themselves in euphonious accordance with a received vision that was henceforth known as the Prophecy of the Restoration. It was recorded and preserved in the writings of the Ancient Order of the Whills, coming down through the ages in the much-abbreviated form called the Prophecy of the Chosen One. In the original form, it read:
And in the times of greatest despair,
Born of the fire, born of the air,
There shall arise the saviors,
Born of the earth, born of waters,
Defenders of the blameless ones,
And he shall be the Son of Suns,
And she the Daughter of the Stars,
To break the fetters, chains, and bars,
Not soldiers’ swords nor wizards’ spell,
Nor kings or queens or hosts of Hell,
Will thwart the Children of the Light,
Champions and Companions Knight,
So evening turns to golden morn,
As ice dissolves when spring’s reborn,
Let joy rise up from grief and woe,
From evil’s death, new life will grow,
And all who loved will be re-made,
Whether great or small, beast or babe,
The end of death and pain and rage,
As once it was in the Dawn Age….
And in the times of greatest despair,
Born of the fire, born of the air,
There shall arise the saviors,
Born of the earth, born of waters,
Defenders of the blameless ones,
And he shall be the Son of Suns,
And she the Daughter of the Stars,
To break the fetters, chains, and bars,
Not soldiers’ swords nor wizards’ spell,
Nor kings or queens or hosts of Hell,
Will thwart the Children of the Light,
Champions and Companions Knight,
So evening turns to golden morn,
As ice dissolves when spring’s reborn,
Let joy rise up from grief and woe,
From evil’s death, new life will grow,
And all who loved will be re-made,
Whether great or small, beast or babe,
The end of death and pain and rage,
As once it was in the Dawn Age….
“Mark this down, O Pelgrin, as a reminder to the galaxy and so that future generations understand: We are not weak, as our enemies portray us. Nor are we heartless, as the faithless say. But we are not gods of war; we will not reward your deeds in battle with glory. Already the damage done to the innocent has overshadowed what victories you’ve celebrated against the abominable Old Ones who are but the corporeal reflections of the avarice, hate, corruption, and tyranny that dwell in your darkened hearts. There is good and there is evil, but in your belief that their armies are wholly evil and yours wholly good, you err, for we tell you that good and evil are intermingled in both. And though they serve the Adversary and suffer the consequences of it, there are some who you now call enemy that you will one day call friend, whereas some who you now call friend that you will one day call enemy. Also, the one that has been persecuted will become the persecutor, whereas the one that has persecuted will learn kindness and peace. So has the Father of Lights proclaimed the galaxies tainted with the teachings of Serpents and Shadows. So, no, we take no sides in your enmities and detest your greed and conquests. Indeed, we have hated all your acts of violence against one other and those you deem lesser than you, the beasts who you were given to steward in love and wisdom, and because you would not listen you have subjected your children and children’s children to cycles of suffering and death… And for all these things and more, you will pay! Now, the worlds are changed, and the blood of myriads has risen to the stars, crying out to us. Yet still you refuse to learn compassion and peace, nor honor what we’ve told you. What reward do you deserve but flies and stench and disease and death?”
These are hard words,” Amilius rejoined, “though I have spoken similar ones. Nevertheless, if such is the case, how can any hope to live?”
“There is yet hope,” Marutz stated as she swirled forth. “For we feel pity for you, as does the Father of Lights, from whom rescue will come, as it would have already had the rest been as patient and faithful as you and those like you who helped their galactic brethren. But they who’ve started down sunless paths will not so easily find again the path back to light, for shadow enters them, and only the unsullied can inhabit our realm. Do not despair, for you have proved honorable and true. You may join us if that is your desire, or you may choose to remain.”
These are hard words,” Amilius rejoined, “though I have spoken similar ones. Nevertheless, if such is the case, how can any hope to live?”
“There is yet hope,” Marutz stated as she swirled forth. “For we feel pity for you, as does the Father of Lights, from whom rescue will come, as it would have already had the rest been as patient and faithful as you and those like you who helped their galactic brethren. But they who’ve started down sunless paths will not so easily find again the path back to light, for shadow enters them, and only the unsullied can inhabit our realm. Do not despair, for you have proved honorable and true. You may join us if that is your desire, or you may choose to remain.”
The Force and all of creation is corrupted by Nakhash. The prophesized Chosen One would destroy all of it.
“Generated by living beings and designed by the Cosmic Force to partner with them, the Living Force was made to obey our commands; and when the galaxy was in harmony with the Will of the Cosmic Force, life and joy abounded. But the Grieving came, and the galaxy turned to fear, anger, and hate, and so the Living Force suffered as did the galaxy. And part of its corruption came from the Anti-Force. Where the Force binds, the Anti-Force unmoors and imbalances, but that is because it too is weak. Like its unholy masters, its power is gained through theft, through the suffering of billions, and their fear, anger, and hate that feed them. Yet, the Living Force is as vast as the cosmic seas and despite its wounding and weakening, it yet maintains great power. So it is that the Force can be said to have a light and dark side, but that is not its natural or original state, nor is it the will of the Father of Lights, but since that is what it has become, so must its users choose to abjure the taint, corruption, and self-aggrandizing will, recognizing that in the power of the Dark Side, which hinges on negative states, there is no real strength, only the illusion of it foisted by the weak and wicked in their displays of rule and ruin.”
Discordant notes entered at this time, produced by those who coveted the Dawn World, for the fear of lost glory had come to poison their hearts; and as thoughts of domination arose, so too a deep Shadow began to occlude the face of the deep, borne of those luminous stars who opposed the composition blossoming before and around them and especially on the Plane of Erets.
The Supreme Maker is actually the Cosmic Force that the Force-Sensitives are seeing.
“All life comes from the Supreme Maker, what the Jedi have at times portrayed as the Cosmic Force, whom the Sunesi call Mungul, the Tuhgri call the Great Creator, and the Lurmen Katurrans call Fossah, which means ‘Father.’ I speak of the Father of Lights, the One Above All, the Supreme Maker, the Weaver at the Loom—He, in turn, serves and is served by the flourishing of life and love…” When I did not interrupt, astounded and deeply dubious of what she was saying, she continued. “Part of the Imperishable Fire created by the Cosmic Force, the Whills are advanced microscopic lifeforms who direct the Midichlorians in each living cell to split. This brings forth the energy field known as the Living Force, which, in turn, generates more life, sustaining the Whills who communicate a beneficent purpose to each living being through the whisperings of the Midichlorians within. It is this cooperative symbiosis—what one would call love—that is at the heart of life and the universe. As organisms die, they return to the Cosmic Force…”
Anakin Skywalker is the prophesied Chosen One. He is the champion of the Supreme Maker.
Without warning, two lights appeared in the center of the chamber. The lights resolved to the spectral forms of Arhul Hextrophon and Cuenyne. The occupants, already in shock, just stood and stared. With the pair was a golden, oblong box that sat in the center of the room. A sculpture of two Diathim stretching out their wings towards one another rested prominently on the lid.
Your friends will be fine,” Hextrophon reassured them. “There is yet much work for them to do, but the Force is with them!”
That was when the room erupted in ebullient exclamations and questions that the pair attempted to answer. Finally, after a hearty welcome, the Watcher inquired of the Ryloth Ark.
“This is just on loan,” Cuenyne replied. “We just wanted to show it to you since you went to so much trouble to retrieve it.”
Then, as if in a dream, the Ark vanished once more. R2 trilled as C-3PO stood in amazement, for once speechless.
“As we speak, it is with the Celestials who have returned with chains stronger than beskar and sabers greater than light. A host of Valdilar follow with the Ciratu Spheres. The potent spirit of Anakin Skywalker champions the Father of Lights; his son and daughter fight alongside him, and their children beside them! They lead the spirits of all the Jedi, Defenders, and Chosen Ones against the hostile, worthless, and wicked forces. It will soon be over.”
Your friends will be fine,” Hextrophon reassured them. “There is yet much work for them to do, but the Force is with them!”
That was when the room erupted in ebullient exclamations and questions that the pair attempted to answer. Finally, after a hearty welcome, the Watcher inquired of the Ryloth Ark.
“This is just on loan,” Cuenyne replied. “We just wanted to show it to you since you went to so much trouble to retrieve it.”
Then, as if in a dream, the Ark vanished once more. R2 trilled as C-3PO stood in amazement, for once speechless.
“As we speak, it is with the Celestials who have returned with chains stronger than beskar and sabers greater than light. A host of Valdilar follow with the Ciratu Spheres. The potent spirit of Anakin Skywalker champions the Father of Lights; his son and daughter fight alongside him, and their children beside them! They lead the spirits of all the Jedi, Defenders, and Chosen Ones against the hostile, worthless, and wicked forces. It will soon be over.”
Full potential Anakin Skywalker be strong af to even fight against Nakhash.
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