Part 63 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. To infiltrate the Rebel forces on the planet, they walked into the near-dead bodies of Blu and Ska around 40,000 BC on the coast of northwestern Spain. Taken into the Rebel Stari-ki’s army, they trekked southward, made a miraculous crossing over the Straits of Gibraltar, and are now discovering Africa. Previous episodes.
Neva nursed Stari-ki as he came in and out of consciousness, his comatose state allowing Blu and Ska to freely communicate with each other. At last, Blu was able to confide in Ska about the woman he had loved throughout Time, Layla, with whom he would one day be reunited. This struck Ska as somehow familiar, though he was unable to quite grasp it. Then Blu told Ska what Stari-ki had revealed to him, that Ska was really a female. Shocked at first, Ska had sensed his feminine side and felt conflicted until he realized, after seeing Neva in action, that a female could also be a warrior. Both feeling relieved, Blu and Ska were amorously enjoying their wives when they were surprised by visitors.
Into their picnic heaven in the woods stepped Neva and Canda, beaming at them, seeming to illuminate the flowering bower around them. Despite outwardly being ape-men, they somehow knew to stand for the greeting — deeply buried memories trickled forth as needed then hid away again quickly. They all touched hands in the universal conventional way, and Blu and Ska noticed that Neva used an actual gripping motion, and that she was as strong as she looked. Canda sped forward and kissed Ska on the mouth, just a brief one, but with lips parting at the end. “Thank you for carrying me all that way!” she said gaily, and then kissed Blu a little more briefly and with no lips parting. As her face moved away, Blu saw the true gratitude shining from her eyes. “Thank you both for risking your lives to save mine.”
They of course spoke different languages and would not have been able to understand each other except that Blu, Ska, Neva and Canda could all read each other’s minds, at least when the mind wanted to be read. Izbel and Asa were pretty good at guessing what was being said since they knew their husbands had saved the Queen’s little sister’s life.
The ladies noticed a tent-like phenomenon in Ska’s breechclout and giggled to each other. No one was embarrassed, least of all Ska, who felt animal pride in his arousal. Canda fantasized about a scenario in which Asa, out of friendship, encouraged Ska to give Canda her first sexual experience.
“You’d better watch that,” Ska said, “I don’t want Donjeron coming after me.”
Canda laughed happily. “We’re best friends. I don’t think he has felt the changes yet.” It was true, the boy was still prepubescent, while his companion had arrived and was eager to learn more. Ska had a similar fantasy about Asa and Canda except all three participated. Canda read this in his mind and Ska noticed. She then thought, privately she hoped, that she might be able to continue to plant suggestions in his mind this way, until her fantasy happened. Then she thought, not nice to sneak around in people’s minds. Neva had taught her that a long time ago. Nor to get them to do what you want them to do.
Stari-ki had been left in Donjeron’s care, but wasn’t aware of the switch as he was seriously out of it. He was getting a little better and able to have coherent dreams. In the dream he was having now, which wasn’t really a dream, Goma was communicating to him from her ship far above. He could clearly see the golden leathery back padding of the beautifully sculptured bucket seat in which she was sitting. It was as if he were looking through a jagged hole he had broken in the skin of her ship and he himself were floating in space, for some reason naked and glistening with perspiration, which the ultimate cold of space felt good against.
There are mutters about you having gone rogue. Nobody’s heard a report from you for a week. Usually they just bomb the guys who go native and then they think about it afterward, or not.
I’m a little under the weather, he replied.
You’re not dying on me are you? He noted the possessiveness in her voice. He had just met someone wonderful. Goma was terrific but really just someone to have fun with every now and then. He made sure to block his mind from being read, hoping all that stuff was still working.
Having Aldus attack me really didn’t inspire me with the sense that they give a rat’s ass about me, he answered.
You always told me not to take it personally, and now what are you doing? She riposted. Since when did you need people to love you?
That’s a really good question, he allowed.
Goma, who was always a double agent in everything she did, would now be able to report that her friend seems to have popped his clutch. She hoped they wouldn’t overreact. She did want to keep Stari-ki around as an occasional sex toy.
TO BE CONTINUED
My best to all,
Images: digital renderings by C.K. Niver