Shiva, God of Death & Destruction, Dance, and Time (deathandbirth) wrote in chaostheory_rpg, @ 2009-11-13 21:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, kali, shiva, week three |
Who: Shiva
What: Returning to a place of calm after the disturbance
When: After Halloween Party and the resurrection
Where: A park in LA
Shiva was dreaming. Meditating, dreaming, remembering.
For eons, this had been his way; meditation to calm the stirred waters within, tapas that created much energy bottled up inside of him. Back to the very ancient days, after the death of his first wife Sati.
The disturbance to his balance then had led him to a cave in the Himalayas where he did not emerge until seduced by Kali's beauty. So great had been his anger that in his rage he destroyed Kama, the lord of love and desire, when Kama dared to try and rouse him from his prayers.
It was that same disquiet that he felt now, and why he had sought sanctuary in the lush greenery of the park. He would never again lock himself away from Kali or the world, but still he needed time. The tapas were not as comforting as once they had been; his child Ganesha had long since passed into legend, his wife Kali the same but still here, and he could feel her close just as easily as he felt the cord of the mangalsutra on his wrist.
Something had disturbed the hellgod's peace. Power, dark and unstable, working under the cover of darkness and lies to bring forth something from nothingness. He could not tell what; he did not know how he knew even that much. Only he did; the power it required to create whatever was being created drew on the same esoteric fields he drew on when he created; the pool of energy rippled when it was used and this had been a tidal wave.
A shift in celestial alignment, perhaps, Shiva didn't know, but he was straining to return to balance. He had forced the promise from Kali; he could not afford to tip the scales himself. He had to find the balance again, right the things that the power surge had wronged. The song of birds drifted over Shiva like musical notes, and he closed his eyes, drawing in slow, deep breaths as he closed his eyes again.
Memory wrapped around him, the tapa flowed from his mouth and thoughts like wine from a bottle, and he was soothed.