Riding the red storm that hits the field, the Scarlet Bird eats the grass down to the root
Past cries of consternation, the Scarlet Bird withers the earth and erodes the mountain, slaughtering the name
Avoiding mentioning its taboo glory, the Scarlet Bird swallows the fire, swallows the spring, and flies through the weir
What is the meaning of the arrow that saw the illness amidst the darkness within the eye of the messenger that ate the lustrous, reddened wasteland?
The corners of your mouth dropped, and both merits and demerits have become nil! Ah, such beauty!
It’s non-verbal communication; it’s a bizarre place.
Amid contempt and awe, I pray for your respect and acceptation/Rejection
That reddened star that starry night that eye miasma that noxious air that mind medicine that poisonous medicine that poisonous cattle that brute beast that living god our dear and sacred and most revered messenger
Now is the time to come, to my people of cerebrospinal fluid
Now is the time to come, to my world of everlasting darkness
Now is the time to come, to my cage of glittering brilliance
O Scarlet Bird, now is the time to depart
People live their lives always feeling the gaze of something on them.
It is always that gaze of “something”. There is no concreteness, no image of any kind.
But who can really guarantee that there truly is nothing behind your back?
Who could ever claim that the soul is a sacred, inviolable place that no one can invade?
Who ever told you that the soul couldn’t be reached even with the beak of a large bird?
There are no coincidences in this world. All is inevitable, caused by the result of a different action.
But those who cannot observe it feel compelled to claim it to be coincidence. People have pushed answers to even the most inconclusive answers, and keep on moving forward. Thus, they become blind.
And that’s the natural order of things. Predators take advantage of the blind. A natural enemy of mankind, where man hunts man.
Someone came up with that idea. A few simple words, put on a list. And they think they’ve discovered it. In fact, they found it deep within the reddened wasteland.
But the truth is that they are not the one discovering it, but they are instead the one being discovered.
They thought up the words, saw it, wrote it down, then died.
But death is all too common in this world. That person’s death was covered up as a death all too common. If someone had realized the truth of that death, they wouldn’t have considered that person a mere deviant.
You would have noticed that this person wasn’t a madman who kept on muttering incomprehensible words, but the drool-covered remnants of someone whose mind had been devoured by something.
But everything came too late. People were too blind to see. The hunt had repeated time and time again, but nobody had noticed.
That is the Scarlet Bird. A bird that had been sealed in the world of consciousness, sealed by prayer, empowered by prayer.
Eventually, it gained strength. Feeding on the mind and feeding on the soul, it expands, and finds more people.
Even those who don’t know the words, and those who are completely unaware of it were within its sight.
People of all kinds sense its existence through their lives. People of all kinds have been found by it.
They feel a gaze. A red gaze.
They hear a voice. A red word.
They feel a wind. The wind that blows through that wasteland. It’s the wind its wings bring!
And people of all kinds turned around. All it wants is to stare back at those that stare back.
A gaze that pierces, shivers, wriggles around.
And people of all kinds see it. And people of all kinds recognize its figure.
Recognition forms an image, and observation gives it form. It truly is a bird that has flown from the world of cognition into the real world. The Cognition Bird!
People of all kinds stare at it, and it stares back. And it is recognized, and it expands from the corner of the brain to the full extent of the consciousness. People of all kinds!
And finally, it gains existence in the presence of people of all kinds!
Oh, now is the time to come!
It’s in the mind of each and every one of us, the kind of shared consciousness. The Scarlet Bird has come!
The ruler of the spirit that lives at the confluence of souls. The Scarlet Bird is expanding!
Come, O Scarlet Bird! This world and your cage are one and the same.
All people should see! Red sky, red grass, red soil, red ruins, it all reflects upon your eyes! Your world is covered up with the world where the Scarlet Bird resides!
Rejoice. The bird only exists to devour your soul whenever it feels like it; that is your world now!
And the bird will fly away once it has devoured the last one. It will devour all human, all inhuman, and all divine, and with a long shriek, it will fly away. It will leave behind only a red star, and it will delve deeper into the world of consciousness. It will throw itself into primal chaos, and sleep amidst maddening rituals.
Until the star is reborn, and life floods the earth once more──
──O Scarlet Bird, who is not yet to depart