I had never seen Djinn before.

Ubermencher met me at the foot of Big Ben right on time. It was cloudy and cool. He was tanned, his hair bleached from the sun. He looked quite healthy, really. Quite glowing. Maybe a little thin.

It was perhaps a bit akward for a moment, since we had only really been near one another in passing, always aware of being observed. I was wondering what to say when Ubermenscher smiled and asked if I was "ready."

I only nodded, when suddenly there appeared what I thought was a small dust storm all around us. In an instant, I found myself lifted off the ground and straight up into the air.

It was like being held in a giant hand. Soft, but firm, I was held - we were held - before the giant clock face of Big Ben. London stretched out in all directions.

Looking down I could see the streets below us, but I could also just see outlines of what bore us into the air. Like a great transparent cloud of gas, mighty arms, legs, a massive chest. At times it seemed at a single giant, and at the other times a great hoarde of writhing creatures.

Ubermenchser only smiled. What could he say? He was very content. He made a small click with his tongue, and we flew around the clock tower and over it and around it.

It was, to say the least, an odd sensation. I was held perfectly snug, and yet flew through the air like a bird. As if I was both moving and standing still at the same time.

After a short while we returned to the ground, and we found ourselves where we began. Though I had so many questions, my tongue was not loosend by my flight by Djinn. Perhaps Ubermenscher was nervous also? How could he control the Djinn and still be made nervous by me?

We talked about the weather in London. And back in Tehran. And the people we both still new at the Tehran school.

Perhaps I was nervous because of the Djinn. I had no idea they were real. They were only from tales of King Suleiman. Or a mentally ill person might be said to be possessed by a Djinn. If a person was acting strangely and wandering the streets, it was said they were possessed by a Djinn.

I hope that Ubermenscher does not become possessed of his Djinn.

We did not spend too long together, and we did not make much more than small talk. But we agreed to meet again.

And I gave him my rose to take back to Iran.


P.S. - I thought I would have at least some wonderful photos of it all, since I am now at all times followed by a small floating camera drone. All entry and junior level executives at the Skyrock Foundation have the 'Eye' as a constant companion when we go out.

As it turns out, however, the 'Eye' fell asleep. It ceased transmiting throughout the entire activity of the Djinn. :(

 

2002-4-13   Goli

Ubermenscher?

Really? You would come here?

How about Big Ben at 2:00 pm Sunday? Or do your genies only like the night? I believe the Anglican church has prohibitions against Djinn entering the country, so make sure your papers are in order! ;)

I will of course be dressed Western style - Armani - and will be holding a single rose.

See you soon!
 

2002-4-10   UbermenschEdger

London? I'll be there, where do you want to meet?

This is so awesome, Goli. I feel so...alive, on top of everything. The Djinni follow my every beckon, opening doors for me, keeping my room neatly ordered and clean, they even offer to keep the sun out of my face and the wind to my back...and they *listen* to me.

I've got real power, Goli. Not some latent psychic potential, not advanced mathematics, but these spirits see me as their master...and through them, I control the world...

And that feels nice.
 

2002-4-7   Goli

Ubermenscher!

I am in London. I have an internship with the Skyrock Foundation! I am afraid I cannot return to Tehran for the time being. My apologies.

Ubermenscher! I cannot beleive it. You sound...well? I am very glad to hear it!!!

:)





 

2002-4-4   UbermenschEdger

Perhaps I didn't explain myself properly in my last post.

Forgive me, it's been a year in far from proper company. I've begun to regularize back to Tehran, Islamic mores are hard to readjust too, especially after being instructed by one of the most virulently un-Islamic men on the face of the earth for 12 months.

I see things now, though, that once were obscured, brought to light by Truth. I see now the dialectic is *not* a lie as I once thought it was, but instead is between that of obscuring and revealing. Between Light and Dark. Truth and Lies. I serve Truth and Light...or, at least, I think I do.

See, that's my problem. My mindset doesn't really see absolutes so well, and, I wonder if I've just been heaped in more lies and a sort of religious fundamentalism, the sort that my own teacher raved against in his teachings.

I need more time to figure things out, home would be nice right now, but Tehran'll do.

Goli, where are you?
 

2002-3-28   UbermenschEdger

A year has passed.

A year since I dissappeared from Tehran. A year spent wandering. The mountains called for me, and I went east. Into Afghanistan.

I'm back now.

I've re-registered, was greeted quietly by the few friends I'd made among the administrators.

Goli-If you can get this message, come meet me around 1430 this afternoon.

In Afghanistan, things are not as they seem. I met a man bearing an AK-47, riding a magic carpet. I watched the man as he wove a poem of war and the battle against the Taliban beneath us was waged according to his poem. I was taught of my own heritage, descended of the Moor, al-Quzman, I am a weaver. A poet. Just like him, and I've returned to Tehran in attempt to reclaim my past.

Welcome me back.