Among the peoples of these Lost Lands and the sojourners of the Kingdom alike, the most powerful warriors who shaped the rise and fall of eras were often not those who fought with sword and spear, but those who waged war with their voices—the ones who carried the words of the gods, the mouthpieces of the divine, the bards.
These warriors do not fight at the rear as they appear in the eyes of the lost. The Unseen Veil blinds their eyes, the warriors of the dead believing this of themselves. These warriors are of the vanguard deployed at the forefront of the cosmic battlegrounds where the Kingdom and Babel bleed into one another. There is much to be told of how the bards among the Old Ones could dictate the births and deaths of kings and nations, or how their songs carried the blessings and curses of the gods, but today I shall speak only of one specific duty and power entrusted to those of their office: The bards are primarily and fundamentally myth-keepers, thus they are secondarily and consequently myth-makers.
In the days of the Old Ones, the bards were revered by all, men and women, young and old, slave and free, beggars and kings. They were the guardians of the sacred songs, the secrets of the universe, and the mysteries of the gods. The bards of old sang their songs to immortalize these precious histories in the memories of their people. These are the songs woven from the revelations of the gods to their peoples. A bard never wrote what could be truly called a “new” song, only new arrangements, with lyrics that were once hidden appearing in later times at the whim of the gods. As men sought to ascend to godhood and to seize divinity with their own hands, the bards found new sovereigns outside of the heavens to whom they could devote their songs, although few mortals succeeded in reaching the borders of the truly mythic. Now that the bards sang of mortals and blessed them with the immortality and majesty meant for the gods, it did not take long for a more brazen band to appear who sought to immortalize themselves through myths of their own imagining. In the beginning, they still paid homage to whomever or whatever breathed life into their songs, acknowledging that even the stories they wove originated from a source outside themselves. When the Lost Lands began to revolt against the gods—and the gods gave them the illusion of achieving their own sovereignty, ushering in the Last Age—there were bards who chose to serve no other liege but themselves and abandoned their station as myth-keepers. Rather than being bound as the mouthpieces of others, they would rather sing what could only be called half-myths to become demigods ruling over their own domains. Then what has become of the bards in this Last Age? The true bards are all dead. They died with the gods when man threw away his ambition for divinity and enthroned his humanity. For the dead scoff at their own myths and trade them for the soulless dronings characteristic of the hollow din that this generation claims as their song. They have no need for myths, but should they have a passing fancy for one, anyone can become a bard, for all they need to hear is the voice of their own soul. What of those whose souls’ hunger pangs grow loud enough to rouse them from their apathy? They are easily pacified by the empty imitations mockingly mimicking the grandeur of true myths without offending their liberated sensibilities. And the gods smile sinisterly. Their true (unwitting) bards deaf to their praise, “Well done, good and faithful servant. You have been faithful in your faithlessness. Enter into damnation with your master.”
All the myths crafted by the bards are tapestries that serve to simultaneously pay homage to that which is mythic and to enlarge its majesty in the hearts of men. My fellow sojourners, we of the Kingdom know that there is only one True Myth. Only I AM is truly mythic—myth finds its meaning in Him. All other myths are but notes in His Song of songs. In the days of the Great Bards of the Elder Scribes, they sang the Song of songs with their lives as I AM revealed the verses of His Song in greater detail for each generation. They spoke against the distortions played by the bards in service of other gods, and they sang the true words of these myths as they wrestled them away and silenced the lying mouths of the dead. For the greatness of I AM cannot be obscured by these muffled and altered imitations, and those of the Kingdom can hear His glory speaking through all the noise. As for the “new myths” penned by the imaginations of individual bards, they are reflections that do not add anything to the originals—a myth is mythic because of the vastness of the mysteries it encompasses—the bards weave their songs to unravel and illumine these mysteries as revealed by the powers whom they serve (whether or not they are aware that they have been conscripted into the service of these thrones and principalities). Moreover, the bards of the dead cannot create; they can only steal the reflections of Truth and twist them in the darkness, for they are children of their father, the Prince of Lies. We of the Kingdom can create true images, but not out of nothingness, only from the glory overflowing from our King.
For any myth to truly be a myth, as men in the days before this Last Age perceived myths to be, it will inevitably contain echoes of the True Myth, but we as mourners of I AM must clearly and unmistakably sing the Song of songs. Unfortunately, most of the tribes among the Younger Scribes reject any song that does not clearly speak from the Songs of the Word. They reject all myths, forgetting that they are called to be guardians and heralds of the True Myth, that the Songs of the Word are the inspired revelation of I AM’s myth to His people. Not only do we need warriors who will unveil the echoes of Truth in the myths of the dead, but we need more warriors who will charge into the frontlines to add their own faithful renditions of the Song of songs as the King has appointed them to sing.
23 For as I passed along and observed the objects of your worship, I found also an altar with this inscription: ‘To the unknown god.’ What therefore you worship as unknown, this I proclaim to you.Acts 17:23
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