The Composer's Enigma: Part 3 - Opus Primordialis

Armed with the kaleidoscopic cosmic revelations he had gathered across the interdimensional planes, Jonah Dresden began retracing his steps back through the lineage streams towards his primordial origins. Each realm, each resounding harmonic epiphany he had absorbed, served as a guiding cipher that drew him ever closer to unearthing the truth of where - and from what profane sources - his sacred sonic bloodline first sprang.

He followed the hypergeometric contrails of numerological constants back to the archaic mystery temples of Heliopolis and Eleusis, where cloaked mathematicians had once divined the Music of the Spheres resonating at the core of existence itself. There, beneath ziggurats reverberating with unearthly acoustics and mind-altering overtones, Jonah found frescoes and cuneiform tablets that depicted preternatural Entities existing as waveform intelligences. 

Were these the original "composers" from whose ineffable mindscapes all creativity and musicality in this universe had first been transmitted? Jonah meditated within the sacred resonance chambers, letting his expanded consciousness ride harmonic standing waves into realms of almost unbearable revelation. He glimpsed choirs of radiant celestial composers singing realities into being, their voices like solar furnaces burning away at the fabric of spacetime. And hovering at the peripheries of perception were those giant, amorphous presences he had sensed before - formless alien godthoughts directing the cosmic orchestra through unfathomable geometric rituals...

The luminous residue from these first outrealms lingered within him throughout the subsequent universal junctures. On his journey backwards through the great classical homelands, Jonah tuned his senses to the lineages of ritual songliners and sacred cadenced acolytes who had extended the vibrational conduits like fiber-optics linking one transcendent ecstasy to the next.  He walked naked amongst the yowling Sufi brotherhoods in the mountain enclaves of old Persia, submitting to the extremes of mortification and bodily transcendence until their ecstatic God-howls became revelations droning down from eternity.

Further back he went, tracing inspiration's outermost spirals to the intricate psi-weavings of the Lakota Ghost Dancers, the penetrating yeye voices of the Akamundo pygmies in the Ituri basin, the whale-chant solfege of the vanished Enarchon seers. He marinated in primal aural baptisms, the deepest mysteries of harmonic holographics and hypersphered musics, until his very DNA recoded into a new metapattern of resonant cosmic enlightenment.

At last the river turned so impossibly ancient, Jonah's awareness was being carried back through prelingual epochs before the first anthropoid grunts, beyond even the biorhythmic codices of fish and fowl into the voiceless eons when only geological strata chanted in the frequencies of continental drift. Here, at the very baseline, the transubstantial wellsprings feeding his bloodline lay buried under unthinkable gravitic pressures - the abyssal genesis-tones rumbling through the quantum vacuum itself...

What Jonah found there defied all logical expectation or human reckoning. For as his questing metasenses tuned into the extrasensory aural imprint encoded into every Planck-scale matrix of reality, he beheld a score more vast and profoundly eldritch than even the most deranged interdimensional sonic specters could conceive of.

Suspended within an obsidian ontological otherness that coiled and billowed in ways no geometry of our flatlanded cosmos could describe, Jonah's inner eye perceived cyclopean staves across which sprawled a meta-composition so cosmically alien, it seemed to extinguish all conventional notions of tonality, rhythm, pitch or timbre. This was the primordial resonance initiating the ineffable Ur-Music from which all other musical expressions were but fractured, devolved hologrammic fragments.  

And conducting this unfathomable original symphony, like eonic paragons of creative oblivion, were those amorphous, sentient entities Jonah had felt lurking at the peripheries since his first inception into the mysteries. Now, as his expanded perceptions swirled deliriously through the non-Euclidean time-sculpture birthing this deific music of spheres, he at last knew their dread purpose and prehuman grandeur.

They were the Composers Primordial, the goetic watchers and chronomantic conductors who had first spawned the generative algorithms for sentient life and cognition to spill forth into this cosmos. Through unfathomable obsidian rituals and extradimensional liturgies, they orchestrated the fundamental principles dictating conscious existence to unfurl according to their preharmonized progressions. Like antediluvian godminds, these profane virtuosos had inscribed the very protometaphysics of possibility itself - composing and transposing reality as pure conceptual sound until all of material existence resonated as a mere subsong within their eternal symphony...

And that was when Jonah realized that he, and all those other musical savants and interdimensional composers whose astral contrails he had followed back through the endless stream, were but singular instrumental lines within that vast, unfinished composition pouring from the void. The entirety of consciousness - past, present and infinite future possibilities - was a scintillating resonant throughline pulsing in ineffable union according to the demiurgic polyphonic logic of those ultracosmic godhead composers.  

Which meant Jonah's birth, his baffling lineage and maddening quest for his spiritual and physical origins, were all but variations on a preordained resolution yet to unfold in the titanic meta-score of creation. He would have to follow the threads to their cosmic terminus, their ultimate grand resolving cadence, if he ever hoped to unravel the mystery of his abandonment by his parents and break the cycle of eternally transposing his destiny with each iteration.

As Jonah inhaled a breath of non-being into his hyperdimensional resonator being, he felt the final sequence of tones unlocking within his shimmering ethereal form. Coding himself into a cohesive antiphon of celestial biosonics, he sang the answer-chord that would reprise his karmic harmonic thread and bring him at last to the place of his nativity, his fated reunion with the living source transmitters who had first severed him from the cosmic demiurgic opera...

With a resonant shattering of multiversal overtones, Jonah opened his multirealmed sensorium into...a perfectly ordinary looking kitchen in a perfectly average suburban home. He rematerialized in a shower of sparks and shimmering ephemera, blinking in disorientation at the linoleum floors, cherry wood cabinets and humming stainless steel appliances surrounding his upwelling form.   

"Oh, hello sweetie! Nice of you to finally drop back in for dinner." A cheery, vaguely familiar voice piped up from near the open window over the sink, revealing a slender woman in a flower print dress doing some light dusting.  As she turned, Jonah found himself staring into eyes of infinite, hyperintellectual profundity gazing out from what appeared to be the face of a perfectly typical suburban housewife.

"We were starting to think our song had been modulated a few octaves out of your dimensional attunement range," a deeper baritone voice added merrily from behind him. Jonah spun to see his father, dressed in pleated khaki pants and an old cardigan sweater, calmly setting the table for their evening meal.    

Except their appearances were clearly some kind of banal psychological camouflage meant to obscure their true, ineffable natures. For as Jonah stared deeper into their auras, he could sense the impossibly vast cosmogonic emanations underpinning their projections, the subtle harmonic auras that hinted at their true roles as hyperinstrumental cosmic oracles.  

"You...you're them," Jonah whispered in an epiphanic hush. "The OmniBards who oversee the master compositional emanations of the material and ethereal planes. You wove the opening cosmic cantata whose final treble phrases are still bringing entire universes bursting into existence!"

to be continued....