Volume 5, Issue 30
Part 52 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us
We have been following the experiences of two Agents of Cosmic Intelligence, Melchizedek and Layla, here on a mission that started in 200,000 BC. As Blu and Ska, they are now well into their new life, around 40,000 BC in the mountains of northwestern Spain. At this point of the story, our Agents are no longer conscious of their true identities; the new brain has taken over their souls — for now. Previous episodes.
Under sudden attack in our last episode, Blu and Ska recognized the organized fighters as men they themselves had trained. But why? They fought off the attack and the enemy retreated. Meanwhile, in his tent, Stari-ki was communicating with Planetary Command, baffled at why Command was refusing aid. Now what, with no reinforcements or any means of crossing the Great Water? Then he felt a woman’s voice, Goma, conveying that she would help him. Pondering the meaning of it all, Stari-ki concluded that Aldus had led the enemy attack, and that maybe this was a strategy to train the interplanetary fighting force. He was determined to be the last Rebel standing.
Ska dropped from the tree onto the man below, clamping one large hand over his mouth and nose and knifing him non-lethally in the side of his lower back. The man collapsed under him, unable to cry for help. Ska dragged his unresisting prey through the forest floor to where Blu was crouched and, making as little noise as possible, together they manhandled the captive back to their own lines. Blu mimicked the sound of a nightjar, “Tucuchillo!” Then Blu and Ska stepped out of the shadows and the hiding sentries helped them carry the prisoner to Stari-ki for questioning.
Minutes later, his wound dressed sufficiently to keep him from bleeding to death, the man was being interrogated. Stari-ki had Blu and Ska stay in the tent to observe and learn.
“What’s your name?” Stari-ki began.
The man knew that any resistance would lead to torture and decided he would stand a better chance of escape or at least survival by telling them whatever they wanted to know. “Lesta,” he said.
“Lesta, why did you and your companions attack us? Are we not on the same side as you?” Stari-ki asked.
Lesta appeared confused. “Side?” he stammered. “What do you mean?”
Reading Lesta’s mind, Stari-ki saw that the man was not being cagey; he simply had no idea what Stari-ki meant. He did not know he was in a war that had two sides. All he knew was to follow orders, not trying to make any sense of them.
“Who is your King?” Stari-ki asked.
“Aldus,” Lesta answered easily.
“Is Aldus with you down here in the South?”
“No, we were led here by Dunnar.” Blu and Ska remembered Dunnar as a bold squad leader, one who took too many chances but often succeeded. They liked Dunnar, but why would he be trying to kill them?
Stari-ki concluded that this man knew nothing. He just did as he was told, and would be of no value to them. Hostage value? He pondered and then discarded the idea. The man would be a mere pawn to either side. He quickly slit Lesta’s throat and with his eyes directed Blu and Ska to drag the man out before he bloodied Stari-ki’s quarters too much.
Suddenly there was an enormous explosion, as if supernatural, which Blu and Ska realized must be thunder, right on top of them. They looked up at the sky where enormous bolts of lightning with crooked fingers were shooting up from the land into the sky, and from the black clouds roiling above down to the land. Their upturned faces were rewarded with a torrential downpour. They left Lesta’s body and ran to their wives and dwellings.
Something made Stari-ki walk out alone, naked into the rain and toward the beach looking across at the southern landmass. Pelted now by hail as well as the soaking rain, he watched the storm and the rains falling on the water. He watched as the vertical lines of rain fell from the clouds into the water. There it was — a darkening of the rain — only in one line across the water, about 50 steps to his right. He walked toward that aberration and into it. Then he felt it — the silt that was falling along with the rain in this one line across the water. He knew then that it was following the old land-bridge line, and would form a temporary land bridge on top of the sunken one. He sent a soft kiss to Goma, the kind she liked.
TO BE CONTINUED
My best to all,