Both spirits spawned from the heavens gathered at the portal that stood between both dimensions.   One side, the world of people, the other, the world of spirit. They sensed the reflected light and energy from the world beyond. The portal opened to the spirit world but did allow spirit to enter back. The only way for a spirit to cross into the human plane is enter the living flesh of one who exist there. A spirit not born into a human form could act as a parasite to one that was born in that human way. A route a spirit can take but with great risk to both spirits involved; The body and soul of the being and the spirit invading may both be lost for ever. Another way for spirit to enter body is through one with no spirit in its soul. Spirit is fuel and is the causal factor for life in human beings. Without it, a human would no longer be and there would be nothing for a spirit to enter. This is why it is rare for the spirit world  to cross into the human being world in this manner. Rare it is but not impossible. It is possible to cross over if certain conditions exist. If a spirit can find a pairing of people who are procreating and the conditions are correct between man and woman in the instant of conception, a small door opens and a spirit may enter, becoming the living soul of that newly started life form. This may be successful but only with the aid from the spirit people. It is the spirit people these great brothers call to for aid. The very spirit man who created the portal and brought Light Bringer to this place. The same who heeded the call of Trondhjem.

In his marsh the spirit man worked alone. Lost was his concern for anything other then the world of spirits. Seeing nothing but spirit was akin to seeing ambient lights of many wave lengths shining everywhere. His task was to keep the energys in harmonious existence using his peoples special ways. By seeing spirit energy and interacting with it directly, the spirit people had, since the beginning of spirit -matter relationship, been an intricate part of the universe. His name was old and long unspoken. Trondhjem was what his own people knew him as for thousands of years.  Trondhjem is the name that began echoing throughout the spirit world. He must answer this call. He was drawn back to the portal, one final time. There he stood, facing the the portal he created in the heart of a human being of who’s soul had evolved, and remained in a state of balance and harmony. The man who held this door open of his own choosing now, having seen what a small sacrifice his body was for the greatness of humanity, began to speak. His mouth opened and out resonated both voices of the two great spirits on the other side of his gate, spoken as one. One spirit they have always been, even when split as Light Bringer and Son of God. All are one spirit in the universe. A strong voice yet full of passion spoke, “Trondhjem, you serve the universe well and owe nothing more then the service you have always freely given to creation. Sons and daughters of infusion, your purpose, maintaining balance of house, is superbly acted out. Sight unmatched by any, you have seen the plague that moves amongst human beings. You have seen it before. It threatens to separate being from creation, man from God. Already you and your peoples have moved to sooth this infection. More is needed to help them see what invisible Deamon is infecting their minds and crippling the spirits. When any spiritual being hurts, all spiritual beings feel that pain.  All are one in the universe, all joined to the same seed. All must do their part maintaining the health of that seed. Human beings are powerful in ability to create as the creator creates. Spirits, like us, and body to house the spirit, living matter and soul can effect the very fabric of the heavens. Corruption steals choice by impairing freedom of creation under the nose of consciousness. A member of those wonderful beings must be born onto them to help raise the call to attention. I have been born a man, lived as a man, and died as a man there by bringing  awareness that we are all Gods children. I am a house that held the sinner and the saint. All are the kingdom of heaven. That kingdom is vast, thought it is smaller then a mustard seed, with more rooms then can be imagined. Love and forgiveness are power beyond anything else in matter. With me has always been brothers and sisters of creation. I am as they are I, as all are I. I is God and is heaven. My efforts were not in vain for I see the message delivered trough me in every heart that beats in them, the children of God. It is in all but is not always heard amongst the blaring sounds of life. Human beings have more strength then needed to beat back this Plague. Direction and leadership must be inspired to give them the strength to see with greater sight then their eyes. With a leader to begin their movement, they shall continue existing gloriously. Without a leader, they will struggle needlessly and live with fear and pain. They will feel alone in the universe and the universe will feel alone in return. Such suffering is not needed. All negative energies are gifts from the plague that visits human kind once again. Many such saviors have been born to them throughout the existance of these marvelous beings. Might you, in this new time of need, help to create a new savior of human kind?”

Bending knee, Trondhjem offered his gratitude first to the spirit that was the portal. Then to the great spirits beyond the portal. And finally he offered hid thanks to the greatest spirit that was creation. In a deep silky yet gruff voice, not unlike bumble bees humming, he said, “I have seen you when you were born a man. Called king of man you did touch the spirits of the world of matter and it is still very visible now if you had eyes to see it. The world of people has grown strong and there is greatness there. Some Spirit folk live in the center of those beings and, aiding by influence, they give direction to blind matter when it is most needed. There are limits to the Spirit people in how we may preserve harmony. All spirit flows from one great river and we can not be stop or redirected it. Ours is the task to make smooth the moving surface of life in all form, keeping the currents flat and brilliant like flowing glass. You request my aid great spirit. Who is Trondhjem to say yes or no? Trondhjem is a part of something greater, as all are. It isn’t a question asked, but is simply what must be done. It is within my ability to aid. A house will be found for a needed spirit to be born into.”

A motion had been made and a road set upon to be traveled. The great spirits of the universe would continue as always they have, spiritual beings of the heavens minding their flocks as shepherd do. Before departure, Trondhjem released to portal from the man. The trees moved branches to set him to the ground softly before releasing his arms. The man laid on the ground with torn body, torn from the portal that grew out of his heart, and was thankful. He had heard the voices of the greatest spirits of human kind. He played his part in something immense and help make possible salvation from pain for all. The Spirit man stood over him and asked for the mans forgiveness for being the one to seed the portal in him. The man responded, his voice soft and weak, “We are brothers are we not? All are one... if I have understood what I have seen... I am more ...then this body... and am proud it served... such a great function.... Please.. do not ask me for forgiveness. There.. is... nothing.. to....... forgive.” With his final word his body lived no longer. Trondhjem gathered his spirit, it shone brighter being released from its house, and sent it to a place where all spirits go. He sent it with great respect for this was a human being who was harmonious to the end. As for the mans body that was laying on the ground, the Spirit man weaved the spirits of the earth and water, changing flesh to dust so it would not be found by any other. Human kind has always been an enigma to him. They held the key to divinity but often carry on as though they knew not what divinity is. How could divinity not be known? Creation was the greatest gift in the universe and every born being had access to it. It was a gift not always used wisely by human beings and, like anything of power, could create much havoc or much harmony. The Darkman was more then he would have guessed. Light Bringer was his name given in days long gone. Anger once possessed that spirited one. Anger that a gift so precious would be given to matter so careless. He walked the earth as man, how that came to be was unknown to him. The effect of being one of them dispelled his anger. He learned how hard it is for spirit to see out of matter. His spirit was the spirit of God and was as much while angered as when not. His story is a mystery; Why he became a spirit housed in flesh and how that was made possible. It has no bearing now, now is time to find a new house to bring about a new age for human kind. The Spirit man Returned to his swampy home. He would need to draw together much energy from the world of spirit. Moving air, water, and earth must be touched every so gently to see how  movements of human beings at a spiritual level unfold. He must find two spirits housed that are both harmonious with creation and who have the will to create a child from love. It was sensitive work and would take all of his attention to find those holy people. Find them he will, he knew powers greater then his were at work making this possible. It needed to be ready when the moment came. The world of matter, of people, would soon enough have one who will lead them. Lead them out of pain and into love. This person shall bring human kind back towards creation...towards God, and the plague that corrupts will be beaten back again. Be ready world of people, a daughter shall be born and she will be great.

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