As reported by Hermit-Theologian Liberius, Hermit-Theologian Marianus, Hermit-Theologian C/677-09, Hermit-Theologian Porthmeus, and Theologian Simon, after imbibing copious hallucinogens and meditating for 25 days in complete darkness. Their attempt was to project their soul into the Afterlife of the Starchild, the warp-realm to which all the faithful journey, after their passing. Their goal was to journey through the strange angles and odd realms to glimpse the Star Child itself, upon its boat of reeds. On the fifth minute of the fifth hour of the fifth day of their meditations, they say that they were beset by visions. Visions that to them were more real than the waking world.
What follows are their accounts.
At first all was dark around us, where once we sat upon cold stone there was a great creaking and rocking and shaking, as if the very world itself was tilting this way and that. We called out, and found that we were all together, in the same room. Where once there was stone beneath us, the stone of our familiar meditation chambers now instead we found wooden planks, which seemed to bend, rock, and creak beneath our feet, along with a distant and muffled roaring.
We stood up in the darkness and found each other and felt our hands along the wooden and worn walls seeking the door. When we found it we pushed it open. The room pitched, and we fell through the door all at once in a great heap and tangle of our limbs. We could not see for a moment for we were blinded by the light, and as our eyes adjusted we looked around.
We saw that we were on the deck of some sort of barge or boat. The sky was dark, and ahead of us was the light of the false-dawn. Rain was pouring from dark and heavy clouds, and before us was some alien or abhuman, we do not know what, and even now her description seems to escape our memories. She towered over each of us, and informed us it was not yet our time, and demanded to know why we were here. We gathered around her and told her we sought the Star Child, we sought to gaze upon its innocence, and brilliance, for our own eyes. To describe to the world of the living, the lands of the dead.
She commanded us sit and we did, the cold rain soaking through our clothes and freezing us to the bone as the wooden boat rocked back and forth pitched on the waves. The figure, the psychopomp, taking hold of a great oar in her hands as she steered the boat.
In time the storms ceased, and the rains ended, and the false-dawn grew brighter. Until at we saw blue skies before us. The darkness of the storm receded in our wake and we came upon the mouth of a mighty river that seemed to stretch from horizon to horizon. Before us was a green and verdant affluvial plain, the delta of the great river where grew innumerable reeds. The boat beached itself and the looming figure produced a ramp down to the black earth below. All five of us descended.
The moment our feet touched the earth we felt a great contentedness and calmness descend upon us. All of our worldly cares fell away, and we were at peace. Even now, there is a yearning deep in my soul to return to that green place, even as I put pen to paper. I can only pray to the Star Child I did not squander my chances, to return here to the land of the living and complete my mission.
This then is the beginning of the Land of The Dead, the Realm of The Starchild. The psychopomp captains a barge or boat, where she guides the souls of the dead through the chaos of the warp, to a place we have called the Field of Reeds. Where all who make it to that far distant shore know true peace and may rest forever more.
Yet the mouth of the river was only part. The river itself stretched onwards, and on either side were great dunes and hills of red sand. Above us were white fluffy clouds and a clear blue sky, and between the white clouds we could see figures with skin as dark as obsidian and eyes of fire dance among the high winds upon wings, or perhaps capes? Buildings with no foundations and mountains with no feet peaked through the tops of the drifting clouds. The delta eventually gathered into a mighty river, and further on we beheld a distant mountain. Shimmering in the desert heat.
It was too far out to make any details. But at its peak a pale-golden light shown, beckoning us onward. So with heavy and sorrowful hearts we began to venture upriver-
This is what I have so far but I must get to work.