Notes: St Peloran was born in the 1130s/40s in Pinide, the son of a clothier. Though this was his home throughout his childhood and much of his adolescence, he travelled with his father when his expanding business increasingly took him to other population centres, including several trips to Aleath. It was not until he was a fair-sized boy (~10?) that he began to receive any education outside of that of his parents' craft. A young tutor, a Laranian, perhaps himself a student of another master, taught him in a number of skills and subjects, including reading, writing and history. Peloran was a good pupil, though he seemed to have little interest in what he was made to study. When he reached the age of 16, the tutor was dispensed with, and the young man became a full part of the business. Some five years later he found himself alone and responsible for a small shop in Aleath, where he was to buy cloth for sale in the city and to be sent to his father in Pinide.
He did well, and over the next decade his operation expanded into a mercantyler's outfit of some note. It was at this moment of great prosperity that the armies of the Balshan Jihad marched south and besieged the city. There was no escape for Peloran, who was not selected by chance (?) to escape by ship. When the city fell in 1172, Peloran miraculously survived the slaughter that followed, saved by Larani's hand. When the great Church of Larani was pulled down and destroyed by the Morgathians, the statue of Mendiz fell down upon him, pinning him beneath its great weight. For many hours he lay there hidden and unnoticed. At dawn he was still alive, and he became determined that he should walk boldly upon this earth. Though the statue was heavier than any man could lift, it rolled off him at his first push, and he found to his amazement that he had been unharmed by its great weight. He got up and walked openly through the devastated city. Though soldiers of the Jihad were all about him, looting, burning, killing, he passed untouched through the bloodfilled streets and out past the shattered gates of once proud Aleath.
Peloran did not know what he was going to do, nor where to go, and for some days he simply wandered the land as if in a daze (what about his family in Pinide??). One day, as he crossed an open field in the countryside, he saw a rabbit that lay dying from the wounds of some predator's attack. Lifting up the now dead animal in his hands, Peloran asked why this simple creature, innocent as it was, had to suffer this fate. Immediately the rabbit blinked its eyes and lept from his grasp; in two bounds it had disappeared through a hedge. Peloran was amazed and pleased at this miracle and got up to continue on his way. At that moment an eagle plunged down from the sky, striking at his exposed arm. With its talons and beak it tore at his flesh, flying off with a prize of human meat. Though his pain was great, Peloran did not curse the eagle, but instead called up to heaven, vowing to become a priest of the Goddess, and sacrifice himself to the people. And this he did, though it was many years before he was made Matakea, and the Theocracy had then collapsed.
End notes.
At this point the Life ends, apparently unfinished. Of Peloran's time as an acolyte, living under the Theocracy, there are only the a smattering of references in the saint's own works. Enough, however, to clearly show the extent to which the man, and his thought, was influenced by the horrors he witnessed under that terrifying regime.
Went to live at Biscor Abbey in 1211, and died there in 1217, a very old man.
Note about how quickly he started writing after becoming Matakea - perhaps his age and experience meant he already had a lot to say. Also, his long time (possibly?) spent as Ashesa during the Theocracy meant that he was probably very well versed in the sacred literature, its philosophy and imagery, by the time he became Matakea.
His descriptions of hell and the torments of those who failed the Goddess mirrored his personal experiences of the horrors of the Morgathian rule, and in particular the agony of Aleath.
The sermons that make up this text date from approximately the time of Peloran's advancement to Matakea, that is to say about 1190, until 1201/1206.
That the dedication is in Peloran's own hand is without doubt. The writing is markedly different from that of the text itself, which is the work of a scribe or copyist (even at this time Peloran was probably unable to write a great deal; see above); it is inconceivable that the shaky hand of the dedication is that of a third person, rather than Peloran.
The question of how long Peloran had worked on this manuscript is rather more difficult. Stylistic analysis of the text is inconclusive on this matter, as one might expect from the author of a collection of stylistical uniform sermons written over the course of ten or fifteen years (see above).
The subject of this work is the self- and Goddess-imposed trials of the soul which must be continuously undertaken to prove the worth of the Laranian soul. Peloran examines their form and meaning, and shows that...
Reflections is an exceptional work, for it is written in a personal, rather than impersonal, style. This was not the norm for any written work at the time (a fact equally true for the following century also), and particularly not for a work far removed from the popular songs sung in the streets, courts and taverns.
Notes: Reflections recounts his stay at Biscor Abbey. In contrast to his other works it is peaceful and gentle in tone. He makes many observations about his own life and those of the monks around him. Though the whole is informed and infused with his spiritual vision, there are few passages which treat the Divine separately from the Human as with his other works. His accent is on the small routines and happenings of life there. Perhaps, as the saint came to see the Goddess more and more in the mundane world around him, he had less desire and reason to focus on the temptations and evils that seemed so far away. The work is quite extraordinary in being almost autobiographical; and though much of it is well ordered and organised along thematic or subject lines, its final sections are more diverse and almost in diary form (because he didn't have time before he died to go back and edit them, presumably). It was Peloran's wish that he be buried along with those he regarded as his brothers in the abbey grounds; in the event he was accorded the deserved honour of a place in the underground sepulchre (along with the Abbots and so on). He died of old age. He was made a saint (Ael) four years after his death; it was not for several more years that his final manuscript became widely available outside the Abbey. A Life of Ael Peloran was begun at about this time by one of the monks who had known the man, but it was never finished, though it provides the only details known about his early life. This anonymous work, plus the final pages of the Peloran's work, are often contained in copies of Reflections, though some have only one or neither. (Most of those with the Life attached also have the final pages.)