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“Logos Rising” | E Michael Jones

The notes come from a podcast episode of “Culture Wars” when he was a guest on the “Joe and Joe from The Frontline” back in January of 2022.

2:25 - Atheism: 10 years ago 4(horseman) atheists based their argument on logical fantasy. Darwinism is the operating system of atheism. Prime philosophical ideology of today.

3:39 - Parmenides “that which is can’t come from that which isn’t”

4:14 - St. John’s gospel “in the beginning there was logos and logos was God”

4:41 - The atheists banned meta physics as an attack on God

4:54 - Darwinism says something can come from nothing. Every little step is the same as the step before it. This was their way to sell it and make it make sense.

6:31 - Atheism isn’t a philosophical problem, it’s a psychological problem.

6:40 - psychologist Paul Vince from NYU wrote a book on the relationship between atheism and father deprivation

8:26 - Q: Why has modern philosophy taken this route? A: Logos makes a rebound due to researches of Thomism (official philosophy of Catholic Church) Notre Dame adopts as official philosophy as well until ND hires 2 physicists to run philosophy department (Irish men hessburg and McMillan) Late 1960’s.

11:20 - Talk about how God revealed logos to the Greeks. Q: How did the Greeks accept logos after throwing around different philosophical ideas which led them to the discovery of logos. A: listen to audio below for EMJs reply.

13:40 “Your thinking in physical terms with something that isn’t physical”

14:45 - God did not abandon people

15:16 - John wrote his gospel based on reason. (Greek) because he could not preach to the Jews anymore since he was kicked out. He said we needed a sound philosophical foundation.

17:30 - philosophy today, is based on science now. Physical science has become so powerful that everything has to model physics. Economics has become physics.

17:58 - Aristotle talks meta-physics (he calls it first philosophy) which he calls theology. “You can’t talk about the beginning and not talk about God.

18:02 - EMJ had this experience in India. 16 year old Hindu boy asks can you prove the existence of God? India you have hundreds of Gods and it doesn’t make sense to the boys.

21:09 - In India you have over a billion and half people in a confused state because there is no logos.

21:34 - India cosmology is that earth is a semi-circle sitting on 4 elephants that is standing on a turtle.

20:33 - It is mandatory for every rational creature to believe in God. You don’t have to believe Jesus rose from dead, you accept that by faith.

23:22 - “conform your desires to the truth or conform the truth to your desires”

Read Degenerate Moderates

23:47 - fulfilling desires by questioning the order of the universe so you can do what you wanna do.

23:54 - Polytheism exists bc you want to do something against Gods will (ex: sexual desires) Another example is you want to sleep with your neighbors wife. You can’t pray to God about that so you pray to another god. You are praying to demons. This stuff leads to demon cultures. Wilhelm Schmidt said “all primitive cultures are monotheistic and polytheistic cultures are a sign of decadence”

24:59 - Are you willing to conform your life to logos?

25:35 - Host: One problem in America is everyone is looking for political solutions instead of moral solutions…. Looking in wrong places for solutions…. In particular political parties.

EMJ - Reason “pure and practical reason”

-Pure allows you to know the truth

-Practical allows you to achieve the good AKA morality. Conform life to practical reason.

EMJ says Founding Fathers understood this:

John Adams “we have no constitution that functions in the absence of a moral people”

If you can’t have people do this to their lives you won’t have a government that can do it.

Freedom became defined as doing what you want to do as opposed to doing what you ought to do.

Host: “Perverted concept of freedoms”

License became the substitute for freedom.

31:00 - Co-Host: “Science as Opposed to Religion (modern dialogue) which is a fallacy.

“What is the Trinity? How does this concept of God lead to science itself?”

EMJ: It goes back to the gospel of St. John. It begins with logos and logos was with God. Logos is God. This is the trinity.

A meditation on that phrase and the word Son. 300 years of meditation on that phrase to come up with an understanding of God. The Trinity is God revealing himself to us.

Pythagorus: was preparation for the Trinity. Believed number was order of the universe.

1 + 2 = 3

1 is unity

2 is diversity

3 is the Trinity (unity and diversity at the same time)

Beauty

EMJ: Another characteristic of God “The true, the good, the beautiful”

Because of 20th century beauty gets lost as a result of the decline of art. Beauty is a manifestation of God. There is evidence of this Trinity throughout creation.

Relationship between Jesus Christ and God the Father

“The father, the son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen”

Aryas said “if the son comes after the father then there was a time when the son was not. If there was a time when the son was not, then the son was not God. Therefore Jesus Christ is not God” This is False

You can’t take the term son and applying it to an analogous way to God and it does not apply because all of 3 of those principals were co eternal and always existed in relationship to each other.

Muslims did not get this. Did not believe Jesus Christ was God. This is the main reason science did not develop in the Islamic world.

The universe is a manifestation of God.

Openness of Heart to Accepting Linear Truth

EMJ: Fundamental problem is basing life on satisfying irrational passions.

Aquinas “lust darkens the mind”

Dealing with people sunken in sin and have made a living with one of these ideologies.

Racism is an irrational ideology.

Lutheran church evaporated in Scandinavia and Iceland.

EMJ: Main problem in Middle Ages was collapse of Thomism and replaced with nominalism.

William of Ockham ended in Munich and died of Black Death. “no universals. Universals are all categories of the mind” (ex: Islam taking over catholic philosophy)

Martin Luther

Luther couldn’t control his passions. Violent guy, a drunk and didn’t pray. Finally broke from church and subjected to sexual temptation.

During this time the Lutherans were breaking into convents and raping nuns or pimping them out to priests to get them to join Luther.

EMJ on pornography

“Pornography is a form of social control”

He once said this to a group of zoomers and they knew exactly what he meant because they were all enslaved to their passions.

#E Michael Jones #logos rising #Martin Luther #Catholicism #nominalism #Thomism #pythagoras #holy trinity #thomas aquinas #polytheism #monotheism #wilhelm schmidt #religion #religion history #aristotle #culture wars

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ivan-fyodorovich-k · 1 year

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Man now that we have Thomas Aquinas and G.K. Chesterton why even bother with the Bible or anything else

#catholicism #trad catholic #thomism

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wcatradio · 7 months

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This week on The Open Door (November 15th), panelists Jim Hanink, Mario Ramos-Reyes, and Valerie Niemeyer discuss the art of translation, Eastern Catholicism, and the relation between Thomism and Ressourcement theology. Our special guest is Professor Matthew Minerd. He is a Ruthenian Catholic, raised Roman Catholic in a mixed American-Slavic and Appalachian cultural context in Southwestern Pennsylvania. Minerd is a husband and father, a seminary professor, and a translator.

You have become, in recent years, a distinguished translator. How did this come about?

Some say that to translate is to betray: Traduttore, traditore! It’s a provocative charge, but could it be that where there is smoke there is fire?

Is the art of translating a kind of interpretation? Does it involve compromises

You are an Eastern Catholic and teach in an Eastern Catholic seminary, Ss. Cyril and Methodius. What do Western Catholics especially need to know about the Eastern Catholic heritage? How does it serve the Universal Church?

Do you have any distinctive challenges in presenting Thomism to Eastern Catholics?

How are you working to resolve the tension between Thomism and the Ressourcement of the Nouvelle Théologie?

Reginald Garrigou-Lagrange has been dubbed “the sacred monster of Thomism.” Your recent translations of his books are Thomistic Common Sense: The Philosophy of Being and the Development of Doctrine, The Order of Things: The Realism of the Principle of Finality, Philosophizing in Faith, Essays on the Beginning and End of Wisdom, and The Sense of Mystery: Clarity and Obscurity in the Intellectual Life. What is your own assessment of Garrigou-Lagrange?

Some speak of Jacques Maritain as the single most influential Thomist of the last century. You are active in the American Maritain Association. Where do you see the spirit of Maritain active today?

Maritain was deeply engaged in the politics of his time. Does Thomism offer a foundation for constructive politics?

What are some of your current projects?

#catholic #catholicfaith #catholiclife #easterncatholicism #eaterncatholic #jimhanink #marioramosreyes #matthewminerd #ressourcementtheology #theartoftranslation #theopendoor #thomism #translation #valerieniemeyer

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seasideretreat · 7 months

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I once thought that the word 'bedoing' was very significant. Bedoing means to do something at or on something. I know this, because I thought about it very long. I felt for a long time that I would be happier if I could just sit and ponder something in silence for a remarkable amount of time. In bedoing, I saw this activity. You know, Schopenhauer said that at the end of our lives we're just going to conclude it was all a waste of time. I resent that thought, because I feel there is a lot of lovely things to do, if we just see it. It seems nothing is keeping us from doing a lot of work. You see, working can be a means to free ourselves. Even when we are performing a service, we can become free this way, because we are engaged in purposeful activity. I think here mostly of IT. Information technology is truly a splendid way to engage your mind. But weirdly enough I feel you can get the same thing from being a priest, albeit that being a priest is really hard work. Of course, computering is also hard work, but it doesn't have the responsibility, at least not when you're doing it in your free time. Anyway, it truly seems as magical as being a priest. Although you don't work with people, you do learn a great deal about data.

Thomas Aquinas' Summa Theologica states: "in order that the salvation of men might be brought about more fitly and more surely, it was necessary that they should be taught divine truths by divine revelation." Here we see the fundamental principle of Christianity as opposed to pagan religions. Christianity truly believes that you can save people through scripture. It is a servile religion. Of course, Nietzsche also referred to this "slave mentality". Of course, he called it a slave "morality", which seems a bit wrong. Christianity doesn't preach that we should all be servants. It simply says that we ought to teach people the holy truths, that are proper in the scheme of worship. I don't even know if it is really so important to follow the rules of Christianity, as it is to enable people to enjoy the spiritual effect. The function of religion is to add diginity to what would otherwise be silly fumbling around. I think that people require religion, but to what extent is a mystery.

There is a song by Cole Porter that goes "I worship you". Of course, this is a very clever song, even if it doesn't appear so. People like nothing more than to be served by someone. If you want to make friends, learn to be more obsequious. Of course, another way to make friends is to be important. That's what computers are for. In the end, computers are the path to independence. In the world of computers you can be free somehow, without having to interact with people, and still be useful though. I don't know. There's something immediate about computers that I like. You know, we really like to be free, but of course, the usefulness of computers is limited. That's why we have theology. In theology, you can learn to help people watch and be content somehow. It's a good method. Yet I think that computers are more reliable somehow. There's a clear reason to busy yourself with computers. However, I don't think everybody should do the same thing. You could be a clown, if you want to be; I certainly considered it. But right now I really just want to do more with computers, because it clears my head.

#thomism #schopenhauer #IT #nietzsche #cole porter

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bwitiye · 9 months

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Hi, Could you recommend some introductory resources to start reading about Thomas Aquinas?

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hi!

ive mostly learned about aquinas from watching the thomistic institute’s aquinas 101 series (on youtube for free), which gives a good walkthrough of the necessary background philosophy and then gets you into thomism; it’s really good, it’s done by dominican friars.

for books, i’ve not read any about aquinas (i’ve read relevant parts of the summa, but i don’t really read descriptive literature), but ive been told that GK chesterton’s the dumb ox is good (and it sparked a decent bit of the modern interest in aquinas), as is louis de wohl’s the quiet light, and josef pieper’s guide to thomas aquinas.

if you’re not religious, i would recommend getting into aquinas’ writings on the human person, which is what i find the most interesting. also, his proofs for the existence of god (though they do require knowledge of aristotelian concepts like act and potency, causes, etc.). it’s a real mental trip to have to consider just how different the mindset of the people in aquinas’ day was from our own.

#mein #religion #thomas aquinas #aquinas #catholicism #christianity #religious studies #thomism

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apologeticsfromtheattic · 9 months

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In this installment of our "Mining the Treasures" series, we look at a section from the works of John Owen entitled "Meditations on the Person of Christ". Owen walks through God's will and what he has chosen to reveal to us. He also walks through the possibility of knowing the incomprehensible God and natural theology. This reading has a lot of relevance in the current debate amongst reformed baptists regarding the Thomas Aquinas and the possibility of natural theology, but we only got through a few pages! Enjoy. Become a monthly supporter at only $5.00 per month! patreon.com/ApologeticsFromtheAttic

#baptist #owen #puritans #thomism

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tonreihe · 1 year

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David Jones, Thomist.

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brianchilton · 1 year

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S6E12 Predestination & Election: A Non-Calvinist Interpretation

By: Dr. Brian Chilton and Curtis Evelo | December 8, 2022 Dr. Brian Chilton and Curtis Evelo dig deep into soteriology as they discuss predestination and election from a non-Calvinist perspective. As such, they oppose the notion that God elects some to save and others to condemn without giving them an opportunity to respond to his grace. Additionally, they argue that God’s complete…

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#Arminianism #Bellator Christi Podcast #Calvinism #Curtis Evelo #Dr. Brian Chilton #Election #Molinism #non-calvinism #Predestination #Soteriology #Thomism

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theinstantblog · 2 years

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#Roman Catholicism #metaphysical realism #apologetics #Christianity #philosophy #realism #theology #Aristotle #Thomas Aquinas #Thomism

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beneaththetangles · 2 years

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Haruhi’s Five Ways, Way II: The Causation of Mikuru Asahina

Stop me if you have heard this one before. There’s this shy, beautiful girl in another class at school. She used to be in a different club, but she switched to yours. She’s kind and funny, if a little clumsy, and you can sense in her fears and hopes, immaturity and the sparks of a good heart and a good mind. You have helped her out once or twice. Or you tried to at least.

One day, the two of you are randomly assigned to walk the city together as part of the club’s activities. The mood is calm, and the cherry trees are blossoming. Near the river, she musters up her courage and, turning to look at you, says: “I have something to tell you.” She breathes in deeply. “I came from the future!”

After that, she tells you that time travel simply entails moving in a 4-dimensional way through a collection of 3D stills. Think of it as somehow diving through a stack of personal photos. The deeper you go, the further you travel back in time.

Not the cause you would have ascribed to these effects, perhaps? Well, this is the Haruhi franchise, my friend! Following the wise advice once given to Romeo, we’ll seek comfort in adversity’s sweet milk— philosophy—and continue our adventures with Koizumi and St. Thomas Aquinas. Let’s uncover the true causes!

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this-is-sen-lin · 1 year

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The Last Tool

Originally written for the Parsec Ink's 2021 Sci-fi/Fantasy/Horror competition. The theme was "Habitat", and the premise was to present to the judges a surviving, thriving alternate society. The rejection letter I got from the contest was the first one I ever received! I wish I'd saved it. The story is a little rushed because I spent too much time playing Minecraft and had to pound it out within the last hours of the deadline, but I'd definitely like to come back to it sometime.

Synopsis: Hevel lives underground in a land of no funerals, where she assists her mentor Mártus in the creation of the uncanny, untiring helpers. Here, she seeks to give closure, sustain her community, and rightly name the little hole in the bottom of your skull. 1981 words.

Hevel dressed herself slowly in her waking grays: a roughspun gown and capelet, with a veil pinned over her hair. She stepped into her slippers and pulled on her soft gray gloves, rubbing her fingers on the velveted palms. Taking up her staff, she peered out the window of her small stone cell into the vast, dim cavern beyond.

The teal flame of the lighthouse pierced through the gloom like an arrowhead, making the shadows of the homes below quaver and dance. It was still bright enough to hurt her eyes, so Hevel reasoned that the sixth hour must still be young. By the time the family was due to arrive, the flame would be half-gone, and once the waking had ended, the blue fire of the seventh hour would have already been lit. That was, of course, assuming everything went right. Hevel had never led a waking before. She had assisted Mártus many times, but she’d never had to start the song or give an oration. Her mouth felt dry just thinking about it. Still, she chastised herself, there was no sense in worrying about things one couldn’t change. And besides, it was her duty, not just to the family, but to everyone underground. So, fastening her braided belt around her soft waist and checking her scroll pouch for the umpteenth time, Hevel left.

Mártus met her at the cloister door. Stooped with age, the old lizard-man stood only shoulder-height to his human protégé. But today he carried himself a little straighter, and gripping his own staff for support, he nodded to Hevel and asked, “All set?”

“All set,” the young woman replied, they departed for the fields. Mártus walked slowly and Hevel kept pace. On either side of the cobblestone path ran woven fences of cane and fungal stalk. Lanterns bobbed on sticks between the rows of grafttrees, providing the only light besides that of the distant lighthouse. Theirs was a soft, gold light, not unlike the daylight of the world above. Or so Hevel was told: she had never seen this daylight for herself.

The branches of a nearby tree rustled. It was a fast, even, continuous sound. Mártus stopped and stared into the leaves, so Hevel did too. In the lanternlight, she made out a ladder, with a helper perched at the top. It almost looked like a giant ragdoll, with a plain jutecloth head and a body covered in ribbons of plum and cream wool. With clockwork efficiency, it plucked lemons and grapefruits from the tree’s highest boughs, dropping them into its basket at a steady pace. Hevel frowned and pointed at it with her staff. “It’s coming unraveled,” she told Mártus. Around the shins and forearms, the wraps hung loose, exposing a glint of pale beneath. “Should we resew it?”

“Sure,” Mártus answered. “It’s getting to be about that time anyway. We can have it resewn with the rest of the harvesters at red-orange.” Hevel nodded. Resewing so many helpers was a time-consuming process: when she was a novice, she’d have to get up at the red flame of the first hour and sew until the indigo fire of the of the eighth had smoldered down into embers. No wakings were done at resewing time: it demanded every hand in the cloister. Hevel almost wished for that time to come as they left the helper to its work.

The family had not yet arrived when Hevel and Mártus reached the fields, but Yakhal, one of Mártus’s younger apprentices, was leaning on the gatepost. She stood up straight when she saw them and blurted out, “I thought you were the widow! Rakhum and I are finished; we just need to put in the scroll.”

“Very well,” said Mártus, opening the gate and letting the apprentices pass ahead of him. “Now, Yakhal, I have a question for you.” The young rock elf glanced back at him, her large eyes wide.

“Yes, Uncle?” she stammered.

“Where does the scroll go?” he asked.

“In the skull,” she answered quickly.

“Through where?” The lizard-man’s eyes twinkled playfully.

“Well,” Yakhal began, “it goes through the— through the, um—” She snapped her fingers as she struggled for the word. “Hevel, what’s the hole in the bottom of your skull called?”

“The foramen magnum,” said Hevel.

“The foramen magnum,” Yakhal repeated. She offered her mentor a sheepish grin, which he answered with an understanding nod. “I’ve been studying my bones really hard, Uncle,” she said, twisting her fingers into her wild, tawny hair.

“It takes time,” he replied. “I had a hard time with the names when I was your age.” The soft soil crunched beneath their feet as they walked between the rows of stone resting-boxes. The fields were dimmer than the orchard: their own lighthouse provided the only illumination. Through the teal firelight, Hevel made out the figure of her brother Rakhum a few rows down. He was bent over one of the resting-boxes, studying its contents. A few other shapes were moving in the distance, likely helpers picking crops of mushrooms.

Rakhum scarcely noticed them when they arrived. He looked up from the box, startled, and stammered out a greeting. Cut strips of soilcloth lay coiled in a basket on the ground. In another were skeins of woolen ribbon, richly dyed with fungi and lichens, along with a spool of bronze wire and a large pair of shears. While Mártus looked into the box to assess Rakhum’s handiwork, Hevel asked her brother, “So, how was it?”

“Not too bad,” he replied. “Though wiring the hands and feet did take a bit of time. I was so scared I would put them together wrong.”

“I’m sure you did fine,” said Hevel. “My first time, I accidentally switched the feet, and Mártus had to fix them for me.” Rakhum cracked a smile, the one-cornered kind their father had been known for. He mostly took after him, now that Hevel thought about it: the same brown skin and curls, the same large, nimble hands. A portrait of their father at fifteen. Plump, pale Hevel, however, was her mother’s child, with the lank black hair, dark lips and blue eyes. Hevel smiled too, thinking about them. How long had it been since their own wakings?

Mártus cleared his throat. “I redid some of the stitching along the chest, but you two otherwise did very well,” he said.

“Thank you, Uncle,” said Rakhum and Yakhal together.

“All that’s left is the scroll,” he continued. Hevel stepped up to the box.

Per the family’s request, the bones were bound in ribbons of russet and blue: favorite colors in life. They had first been reconnected with bronze wire. The skull lay uncovered on the body’s chest, its jaw held on with yet more wire. Hevel picked it up and examined it: it was light, the proportions slightly longer and more delicate than most skulls she’d seen. “Was this an elf?” she asked.

“Yes, it was,” Mártus replied.

“The bone looks very thin,” she said, turning the skull in her hands. “Look at the mandible.” She ran a finger along the underside of the jawbone, almost scared that it would crack.

“He was very sick towards the end of his life,” said Mártus. “His widow told me he could hardly move from the bed.” A slow, nostalgic smile spread across his face as he continued, “The bones of elves are like those of birds. See how long and slender the phalanges are: those are the fingers of an artist. I was told he was a skald in life: perhaps his fingers will ply the loom, now, instead of the harp.”

“Mm.” Hevel set the skull down again, then took the tiny scroll from the pouch at her hip. The night before, she’d inscribed it with a series of causal glyphs: obedience, integrity, movement. Rolling tightly in her gloved palms, she slid it into the large, round hole a few inches behind the jaw. Then the apprentices wired it to the exposed neckbones, pulled a jutecloth bag over it, and stitched it in place.

It was then that the family arrived. The young elfin widow was small and thin, practically swimming in her black mourning dress. Her seven children followed in a silent line. It had been a long time since they laid their father to rest. But the soilcloth, sown with the spores of mushrooms, had done its work. The flesh was gone, the soul was gone, and only the bones remained.

“Thank you all for being here,” said Hevel. She extended a hand to the widow, who wrapped it in her fingers and squeezed it tight.

“Thank _you,_” she replied, not meeting Hevel’s gaze. As everyone in attendance joined hands around the resting-box, Hevel cleared her throat and swallowed a few times. She closed her eyes and sought the guidance of the Great Cause, that which set in motion all things, and asked it to move her like it would the bones in the box before her. Her breathing slowed, and when she opened her eyes again, she began to speak:

“We often tell each other ‘you can’t take it with you.’ Don’t be so attached to material things, because you can’t have them when you’re gone. They go to other people, people we love.” She glanced at the face of the widow, whose lips moved silently as tears rolled down her cheeks. “When we depart, we leave behind many precious things. Things we can’t hold: memories, and love, and dreams and regrets. Things that we can, like— like—” She paused to moisten her lips. “My father was a potter. When he passed on, he left me his wheel, and his kiln, and all the little tools he used to make designs in the clay. He wanted me to continue his work.” Her eyes began to sting. “As his soul left for the world after this one, he left behind his flesh, which became the mushrooms that fed my brother and me. The last tool he left behind were— were his bones. Good bones, strong bones. Bones that helped this commune survive. What they did, I’ll never know. But I do know that the Great Cause stirred them to walk again, as it will stir the bones that lay before us now. For the soul has moved on to highest heaven, and all the earth holds now are bones.”

She began to lead them in circumambulating the box. Their hands stayed joined. Hevel sang in the language of magic, a wailing song that spoke of dark soil, and hard rock, the weaver’s shuttle, the harvester’s scythe. The miner far below in the heart of the earth, the timekeepers in the lighthouses, throwing potions in the fire. Faster and faster, they circled the box, until, with a scraping and clattering, the bones rose up and stood, awaiting command. The elfin skald was long gone: a helper now remained. So was the way of all bones.

When the family had gone one way and the helper another, Mártus and Hevel walked back to the cloister to prepare for the next waking. Mártus, in one of his moods, asked her, “If you could choose, what would you have your bones do when you’re gone?” Hevel thought for a few moments.

“I would want to be a harvester, I think,” she said. “The work is light, so my bones would last a long time, and I would be happy to know I’m caring for the commune even in death. What about you, Uncle?”

Mártus laughed. “Me?” he said. “I’d want to sleep.” Hevel stopped and stared at him in shock.

“Sleep?” she said.

“Sleep,” he replied. “All wrapped up in a crimson shroud, with gold on my wrists and honey-cake in my mouth. The dead used to do that, long ago. They say they still do, in the world above.”

#original fiction #fantasy #death #necromancy #skeleton #overt Thomism #creative writing #what is it with crotchety old lizard men acting as mentor figures to young women in my stories #like why is this such a recurring motif #i don't dislike it #im just surprised it happened twice

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