Heed the Call: What Led Me Here

I, Neo-Rev, found myself…no…formed myself about 10 years ago. I haven’t always been Neo-Rev, but circumstances led me to my current calling.

After spending my early years in lands up north I sought my new carvanserary in Virginia. It wasn’t long before I found myself under the tutelage of the Reverend who taught me the value of telling stories. Share your story he said. You never know who it might help. The Reverend was (and is) quite prolific in his writings, but for all his sharing he also emphasized listening and responding too.  He inspired his flock through his commentary and his community flourished.

Around 10 years ago, seeking greener pastures, the Reverend went south to find his riches. I was young and his leaving upended the way I understood the world. “How can you leave? I have not yet learned all you need to teach me.”

I despaired for weeks and found no solace in the stories he continued to share, now being transmitted back to me at a distance.

“If the mountain will not come to Muhammad, then Muhammad must go to the mountain.”

At some point, in the midst of my sorrow, I was suddenly struck with the revelation that I was mistaken in placing my faith in the Reverend. In fact he had never even called for faith in him. He always pointed to something bigger than himself and he called for action. It was that realization that pushed me to come out of the shadows and I began to preach and practice what I preached just as the Reverend had shown me. I shared more stories and more importantly I let those around me know I was listening to theirs. I’d frequently find myself in conversation with people I did not know and over time those strangers became friends. With my new life came the need for a new name.


That is why I am here. I sense the approaching end and it is more important than ever to come together. We are stronger to together and if this is to be our demise we need to record our stories.

Our stories will not be lost to history!

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
– Stanza IV of “Sailing to Byzantium” by William Butler Yeats

Far Away Shadow

Genesis 6:17

When I read a well written book or watch a dramatic show I have a tendency to get quite invested in it. If it is very compelling my mind will dwell on it and I start to see the world through this lens. This tendency to obsess means I’m usually wary of what kind of media I ingest and I tend to shy away from things that are intense or scary.

This world is madness
Westworld might be consider pre-apocalyptic? I was obsessed with that for awhile. Cease all motor functions.

Most apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic stories by their very nature are intense and scary so I’m not as well versed on modern day works. If I think about it I’m probably most familiar with ancient apocalypse stories that are found in religious texts. I took a couple classes in college about religions and had to read several of these apocalypse narratives even though at the time I don’t think I realized that is really what they are. Despite the fact I’ve read/watched very little of the genre(s) there is one book that immediately popped in to my head as a something that resonated with me. A novel called, “The Children’s Hospital” by Chris Adrian. In short one day a storm begins and does not stop until a flood of biblical proportions covers the world. Seemingly the only thing floating is a children’s hospital. The people who survive inside not only have to contend with the flood, but also with bizarre patients and a plague that threatens to destroy those who survived. Any time it rained while I read this book I felt nervous.
I don’t have any particularly strong feels about the different types of apocalypse stories, but any story that draws upon biblical parallels is appealing to me because I enjoy speculating how a creator of the story might use the ancient stories and how they might retell them in a modern way. I like the remix!

“And, behold, I, even I, do bring a flood of waters upon the earth, to destroy all flesh, wherein is the breath of life, from under heaven; and every thing that is in the earth shall die.
 -Genesis 6:17 (KJV)