TWENTY-NINE: Gain

Quiet

Conspiracy?

Caution

Conspiracy?

Can’t imagination anymore

Conspiracy?

How to tell a new story, I forgot!

Precious daylight

We’d forgotten your benefits

Horse and buggy

We returned to you

Topsy -turvy

Cars now hot dog vendors

Cranes loom in mid-construct

We’ve learned to walk again

All is not gone

There was mercy in the pain

A gift for the saving

Spirit of fear in chains

            Arous sang about how the “Spirit of Fear” was gone.  It was the most amazing thing to watch, those first few years recapped before us.  Few in the audience now had experienced it firsthand.

            All the things people had ever seen out of the corner of their eyes moved from the periphery into full view.  Tall Sasquatch walked out from behind their forest trees. Their blond cousins, the Momos, came from their desert caves.  Nephilim giants shook themselves from their boulder disguises.  Poisajos droped out of trees like so many faeries. Cara-caras came up from lakes and rivers to play on their beaches and banks.

            But there was a shadow side.  So every magical and benevolent creature there was a dark cousin.  You wouldn’t know a Cara-cara, but you’d know their shadow cousin the Cupa-cabra.  Those were obvious.  But like Humans, you couldn’t always tell a good Sasquatch from one with evil intentions.  “His-name” as Arous like to call him, had as many on his side as the Diofe had on his. 

At the same time the quake happened and the continents shifted back into the Pangaea the Mist appeared.  It appeared in seven places on the Pangaea.  One of them was the Bowl.

            The mythical creatures were familiar with the Mist.  It was always there though most Humans didn’t notice it.  For the mythical creatures, it had been their hiding place.  Now that they were real, so was the Mist.

Listen

There is no piracy

Open

Your heart to a new reality

Come to the Bowl

Imagination galore

Caution

His name

Is conspiracy

Remember

That the Spirit of fear

Will not rule again

Your Source

Is here

Shed your last tear

We’ve learned to walk for gain

They all sang now as they walked into the audience.

Of Love

Of Compassion

Of Unity

We’ve learned to walk for gain

            Arous, Mekko and Efahava Skin-danced out into the crowd changing from being to being: Human to Sasquatch, Momo to Cara-cara, Human to tree, Fish to Nephilim.  As they Skin-danced into the middle of the audience all eyes were on them.  They appeared huge in their final characters.  Just as everyone is about to relax, ready to applaud, all three of them explode into a flood of poisajos.  Everyone leapt to their feet with applause.

Therese leaned over to me, “Imagination surely isn’t dead in the Bowl.  I’ve never seen anything like this in all my years in the City.”