Perhaps the most exquisite tapestry woven in the attic of the 20th century, the story of an icon shaped like a \m/, how it was first seen, how it initially exchanged its masters and how it later controlled them.
Though views vary widely, one of the earliest sightings of this stone was in the late 50’s, in the hands of a little country boy named Johnny B. Goode. A splendid piece of stone it was, covered, with an uneven bluish coating. He picked it up and as though hell had foreseen the hand of doom, it began to thunder. Protecting it from the rain, he brought it back home. With the passage of time, strange patterns started to appear on the stone and finally on the Sabbath Day, its color changed to deep purple. Startled by the incident, he gave the icon to a voodoo child who declared it as unearthly and abandoned it to a pack of Eagles. But it was not meant to be faded away. In fact, with time, the icon found a great deal of new masters; ranging from the queen who used to kiss it every time she stepped out of the doors of her palace; to tom sawyer, a modern day warrior who masqueraded as the piper at the gates of dawn. Eventually it came in the hands of a sorcerer named Baba o Riley, who carried it, with millions of his followers on a voyage in a Zeppelin made of lead. The exodus was there, and soon, the initially brittle piece of stone turned into a bright unbreakable emblem of metal, and spread its wings all around the world. The sweet story of its life underwent a paradigm shift. The slave now became the master.
The next major sighting of the emblem was in the small town of Leyton in East London where it was seen as an inscription on an ancient torture device. Followed by millions as a religion, it saw the rise of many callous killers spreading their wrath even beyond the realms of death. But something even more bizarre was waiting to be unraveled. A similar emblem was found in the workshop of an Australian electrician who dealt with high voltages. He carried out a set of experiments on it and turned its color back to black. Another such sighting was made in the US, when; the same emblem was carried in a war by four anonymous horsemen. Legend holds that one out of the four was declared as the traitor as a result of the remaining three being suborned. He, sometimes also referred to as the rattlehead, in rage, killed a million men and led a legion against those who showed no mercy, in his darkest hour.
But how could the stone be present in three different continents at the same time? Turned out that the sorcerer, on his journey due south, cast a spell on the stone. Anyone who touched the stone became the carrier of another one of its kinds. This resulted in its mutilation and multiplication. Its force became stronger and soon countless forms of the metal could be seen. From the one resembling the blackened scar of poison, to the one reminiscing the shiny kiss of Judas. Some led its followers to nirvana while others, just proved to be a tool of painful death.
The era that followed this grand rebellion of staunch followers, saw, a greater mob proclaiming themselves as the successors of the religion. Majority of these were, however, numb by the phenomenon of being regarded as the kings. Though this age of mass abolishment of the emblem could have easily been considered as its demise, hope existed under the glass moonlight. The true master’s apprentice, though less in number, averted the colors of their history from fading away and kept the tradition alive. I, for one, am proud to be part of the legionnaire where all is one and one is all, who believe to be a rock…and not to roll.
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