1 01 Fade to Black

Vacation at last, two weeks free from any worries, just me and my passion ... history.

I have planned to visit Sweden and Norway this year. See with your own eyes the tomb of Bjorn Ironside, a "Vasa" galloeon that sank on its maiden voyage ... in fact the ship went down as soon as it left port. The house where Varg Vikernes killed Euronymous, this place may not have been particularly historically significant, but for me, as a black metal fan, it was a symbolic place, an era has ended there.

However, each trip must start with the first step, for me that step was to board the ferry that was heading from the Gdynia port to Karlskorona.

I never suspected that this would be my last vacation, when the ferry was already out at sea ... the shit hit the fan ... or more precisely the truck hit me. Being in the middle of the Baltic Sea, you don't expect to be hit by a car, no matter how unlucky you are in your life, the chances for it are almost zero... almost.

Some idiot forgot to lock the truck's brakes or lock the wheels, and I ended up like some fucking extra in the Final Destination series.

The last thing I saw before I died was Scania's registration number and some fat woman in yoga pants ... Woman have a little shame, I see yours ... some things should be forbidden by law.

I'm dead, but something's wrong. My soul or consciousness or something else is floating in darkness ... I think it is floating. There is only darkness around, no tunnel, no light, no heaven and no hell.

I was not a particularly religious person, I was brought up in a Christian family. During my youthful rebellion, I became interested in the occult and statanism, figures such as Aleister Crowley and Anton Szandor LaVey were especially close to me. However, when I grew up I considered myself an atheist and only in recent years did I start to become interested in the beliefs of the Slavs ... perhaps I was religiously a stray mongrel and that's why I ended up in this black hole.

I don't know how much time has passed, if I had to guess it could have been between an hour and an eternity ... I don't remember who it was, but he described eternity in a very interesting way ... Once in 2000 years a bird flies by a metal ball and touches it with its wing, when she grinds it to dust, it will only be the beginning of eternity ... and that's how I felt.

I was trying to find a job, making up games, but winning quickly got boring ... then I started singing...

"When I opened my eyes, some grief embraced me

Tears streamed down the face, then I realized that:

The smell of walls, the view of bars, wind, Carry my song

Song of bitterness and despair, my mother, I'm feeling bad

I wanted to scream, but I could not, I wanted to sing I had no breath

They tore away my heart, my heart is no longer there

I just wanted to tell the truth, but my mouth has been shut

I wanted to give someone hands, now the hands are in blood!

Black bread and black coffee,

possessed by loneliness,

In their mind look for happiness

That is called the freedom.

Why does the world breathes heat, and love's background is false

I'd like to fall asleep, but I can't, I'd like to fall asleep, but forever

When will the blessed moment come that will stop my breath

Someone will carry my body away, and in this cell, there will be back:

Black bread and black coffee,

possessed by loneliness,

In their mind, they look for happiness

That is called the freedom."

"Interesting song." (God)

I thought I was alone here and didn't expect to have an audience ... I didn't see anyone, but I heard a voice ... maybe I'm crazy.

"You're not crazy, at least no more than the others." (God)

"If I'm not crazy, then who the fuck are you? And where the fuck am I? And for how long?" (MC)

"I will forgive you for your lack of culture, but only this one time. I am God, and this is my dimension, my domain or my home, as you prefer. You have been here for three days." (God)

"I see you saved money on the interior design. Why am I here?" (MC)

Suddenly, the figure of an old man appeared to me, if not for clean clothes I would have thought he was a homeless man ... I imagined God a little differently,

"You have a lovely personality, little man ... I can read your mind. I am one of many Gods, mostly people who die follow their faith after death." (God)

"And the atheists?" (MC)

"They die and this is the end... Returning to the topic, the two gods Weles and Perun asked for your soul, in the modern world they do not have many followers, I agreed" (God)

"What does this mean for me?" (MC)

"Reincarnation. You will be reborn as a child, but you will keep your present memories and knowledge." (God)

"Where and when will I be reborn? My birth will change history. I need more information." (MC)

"Where and when you respawn is the decision of Weles and Perun. You don't have to worry about changing history. There are many time lines. Yours will be just one of many. You are not the first person to have experienced such a thing. Weles and Perun will also give you their blessing. Thanks to Perun you will be a better warrior. Thanks to Weles, you will gain better memory, the ability to learn, you will be lucky in accumulating wealth and wild animals will not attack you unless you attack them first." (God)

"There is nothing in life for free. What do Weles and Perun want from me?" (MC)

"You will know when the time comes. But I can assure you that you will live in interesting times." (God)

Before I could say anything, God made a hand movement and made me fall ... it was the first time that I was glad that it was dark all around, so I couldn't see the ground. I had no fear of heights, I was afraid of the ground, it is the ground that kills, not the height ... but I was already dead.

I don't know when, but I passed out. When I woke up, I was in some membrane, surrounded by water ... You don't have to be a genius to guess that I was in the womb of my future mother.

I was curious when I would be reborn, at what times. Using logic, Weles and Perum are Slavic gods, I was a Pole, so my background is unlikely to change. Although I may become a Russian ... anyway I will have a high resistance to alcohol.

At what times? It was harder to guess. In Central and Eastern Europe, each time was interesting ... there was actually no period without some kind of war. Someone was attacking us, or we were attacking someone, or we were fighting among ourselves. Someone was always getting fucked up.

A few days later, water started leaking from my "new house" ... I think labor is about to begin.