“Ok...basically you’re invoking God and the angel’s intervention, drawing power from the living beings in your immediate nature, and the vestigial traces of original creation left in inanimate objects. You’re also asking for the portal to be closed, and concentrating the said power into a pulse of gravity...sort of like a reverse black hole in nature - pushing rather than pulling. Finally you give thanks and ask for the subtle shift in energies that will prevent the portal reopening. You do all of this in stages and stand in the middle of the symbols the lovely Natasha will draw for you.”
He chewed his lip and finished writing out the words and handed it to her. For all the information packed in it, it was surprisingly brief.
“For each stage, visualise it. It’ll help cement the language since you’ll not be saying it right - like you’ve got a really bad accent.soo....I dunno....when you invoke god picture clouds or something you assosiate wit Him, when you ask for energy visualise plants giving you sparkly dust or something, and when you want the portal to close imagine a door being closed and locked or something.”
Natasha looked over at Lilith in sympathy. “It all sounds very complicated.”
Gabriel flashed her a smile. “you’re the one who has to write the glyphs on the ground. You’re job’s not easy either.” He turned back to Lilith.
“I’ve marked the basic notes you have to be hitting while you say it. No particular tune, it’s a bit like whalesong. No doubt you’ll feel like an idiot while you say it, but there you go.”
He handed her the paper. Gabriel’s handwriting was disturbingly artistic and neat - more liek a computer had written it than a person. Part of it read:
Quote:
{high note - like a whale’s joy at the sun}
Soyon t’qu’empa huacantil’ serithiy’n’t’ulat quien
Quieirrei pcheyentyette teoih’lt’chien
Kirotya nebe
Kirotya wendi’cquo
Serra san
Serra jiijane
{lower- mid note rising to high - like a pining swan rising to the note of a purple galaxy}
Nietyal xaolth qu’empa
Iiertyahyl,
K’qitya, j’ulat Jahova...
Natasha looked over Lilith’s shoulder. It went on for the rest of the page and stopped in what Gabriel had dubbed as a ‘{residual hum -like the heartbeat of a foetus mouse, comforted by its mother, and the peace of a sun in space}’. She raised her eyebrows.
“Good luck with that.”
[haha. I had the feeling that Gabriel has barley any idea how to translate things into realistically grounded human perception. He thinks his similies are perfectly logical, sicne that’s what it sounds like to him. ]
