Chapter 264 Mithraic Ritual
Aiwass took Sherlock to the Chapel of St. Guinevere.
——Yes, the place where he planned to take Sherlock to complete the ceremony was in the basement of the Candlelight Chapel.
Although it looked a little bad, and a little embarrassing...but based on Aiwass's understanding of prayer, Sizhu should not care about this.
Because there is no god Mithras, and the process of completing the ritual belongs to the realm of dedication.
To round it off, this is also a way to worship the candlelight.
"...Do we have to come here?"
But Sherlock was obviously feeling guilty.
In other words, Sherlock, who grew up in Avalon, didn't truly understand what a "fictitious god" meant. In his mind, he still considered Mithra to be a real god, or perhaps a heretical god.
"Because we're in town."
Aiwass explained, leading Sherlock down the dimly lit staircase deeper into the cellar. "This ritual normally requires a natural cave. Furthermore, the cave's orientation must be strictly chosen, facing Aries from Taurus. It's known as the 'Crown Birthplace.'"
"It seems very troublesome," Sherlock commented.
"It's just very troublesome. So I need to use a ritual site to create a usable 'Crown Birthplace'... which requires a sufficiently sacred place, one that is as isolated as possible from the influence of the Path of Love, but at the same time, it must be dark, underground, and have ample space."
Aiwass turned around and spread his hands: "Then tell me, where else can I go besides here?"
This is the church's wine cellar for storing sacrificial wine.
Aiwass had already reported this to Bishop Mathers last night...but Bishop Mathers' reaction was strange.
The bishop said, the key is with you anyway, you can go wherever you want.
...Strange, where does I get so much face?
Although Aiwass was a little confused, he decided to complete Sherlock's ritual first.
"Know you're right."
Sherlock gently nudged Aiwass, who was blocking the way. "But don't suddenly block the stairs. I almost bumped into you."
"You're too small to hit me."
Aiwass scoffed.
Hey, if you say so, I'm going to try it -
Sherlock raised an eyebrow, but chose to remain silent. After all, it was Aiwass who was running around for him, and it would be impolite for him to argue with Aiwass at this time.
Although he actually didn't know whether this ceremony would be successful, Aiwass's attitude alone was enough to move him.
As they continued to descend, Aiwass began to explain to Sherlock the mystical principles of the ritual.
"Do you know about the precession of the equinoxes?"
"I have some impression."
"Simply put, the sun moves a tiny bit further west each year as it returns to where it was a year ago. So the winter solstice moves a tiny bit further west each year... It's a tiny bit, but it's there.
"The sun returns to its true position every 26,000 years, which is why 26,000 years is called a Great Year in astrology. And for this reason, one-twelfth of that time… or about 2,160 years, a new constellation will appear at the vernal equinox where the sun appears.
"Human history records only one-twelfth of a great year. Before that was the age of the elves.
"We are currently in the Pisces Era, which began approximately two thousand years ago. The Pisces Era was preceded by Aries, and the Aries Era was preceded by Taurus. Some astrologers believe that human history began in Leo, while others believe it began in Libra. I personally lean towards the latter—because this generation's sun was hatched in Libra, and Libra is a metaphor for the sand clock."
As Aiwass spoke, he went down to the bottom of the cellar.
He snapped his fingers, and the cellar suddenly lit up—
Twelve astrological symbols of different colors lit up one after another from the cellar wall, slightly brightening the dim "cave".
This was the symbol Aiwass had previously drawn on the wall using twelve metal gemstones representing the twelve zodiac signs and twelve plant essential oils representing the twelve zodiac signs. He then infused it with his own magical power, transforming it into something magical.
In order to obtain these essential oils, he specially woke up the king, who was probably still awake, and took the freshest and best goods from him.
Also lit up is a black bull.
It glowed with a golden light—these were runes illuminated by the mana infused by Aiwass. Poems praising the sun were written on the black bull's body in seven different languages. Sherlock only recognized six of them; the remaining one seemed to be the ancient Horus language.
"...You also understand Horus?" Sherlock was a little surprised.
"I asked Mentor Bud to help translate it."
Aiwass answered honestly, "I'll still be able to do it after copying it again."
...Well, that's one way.
but……
"Does it have to be so urgent?"
When the time came, Sherlock hesitated again: "Have we troubled too many people?"
"I'm the one you give the most trouble to." Aiwass turned around and glared at him.
"I know."
"If you know, just shut up and stop being depressed."
Aiwass said unhappily.
After a moment, Aiwass sighed and explained, "This ritual has an implicit requirement: 'I must do it immediately.' When you hear this ritual, you must do it immediately. This is because Aries are pioneers, warriors, and youths, fearless and survivors... so the success rate is much higher. Because 'fearless pioneers are more likely to survive,' all astrology with Aries as the main house has this requirement: the more reckless you are, the luckier you will be.
"How can one who hesitates and hesitates become the sun, become Mithra?"
...I don't, I'm not.
Sherlock muttered to himself.
But he focused on the scene before him and was stunned by the mysterious ceremony.
Although Shylock knew nothing about rituals, sacrifices, and astrology, he could intuitively feel the sacredness of them.
"Go get naked and kneel down on that rack. There's a small space underneath that I've made just for you. You can curl up in there like a fetus... Remember to curl up, but don't hold your head with your hands. Don't be wary of your back."
Aiwass instructed, "I will bring the bull over and let it rest on top of you. Then I will kill the bull while you pray underneath. When the blood flows over you and the bull dies, the ritual will be successful."
"...Will I not be trampled to death by the cow? Or what if the cow falls and knocks me unconscious?"
"It is indeed possible."
Aiwass said coldly: "The ritual has failed. But as long as you are fearless enough, the ritual should succeed."
"Then what should I pray for?" Sherlock was silent for a while and then asked again.
"Whatever," Aiwass replied, "I have the key prayers, so you can do whatever you want. You can say whatever you want, talk to whichever god you want, even if you want to pray for a wife."
Outrageous.
Sherlock shook his head repeatedly.
But he decided to trust Aiwass.
So he obeyed Aiwass's instructions and knelt in the small hole.
Just as Aiwass had said, this was the "womb" Aiwass had specially built for him. It was just enough for him to curl up inside, neither too crowded nor too empty.
The upper and lower boards supported his head and toes perfectly, while the sides forced him to curl his arms across his chest. Everything was just right.
...Maybe Aiwass is really a professional.
This thought came to Sherlock's mind.
Soon, he felt his eyes go dark.
It wasn't that he fainted, but the bull was led over and blocked the light from the glowing symbol on the wall.
"When is your birthday, Sherlock?"
"January 6th—you're asking about my birthday now?"
"That's Capricorn. It's okay, it's not too late to ask now, just a quick mention."
Aiwass said with a smile: "Prepare for the ceremony, young man."
(End of this chapter)
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