by Gwagwagwe
This story has been in the making for six moons. You just can't rush the dreamworld.
It began back during our adventures with the evil Inos. The bison we're frightened for the first time. No other member of the community of life can fill us with fear, only lonely homo-magester. Well,we had made our escape from the three sisters village, we traveled up the mountains to this spot 1500ft above the smith river. Here is the beginning of the 30 mile historic south kelsey trail, much of which we have yet to explore. The forest was rich with fir and huckleberry. We set up the village, the booby traps, and prepared our weapons for security. It was a truly anxious time. After a dinner of road kill deer, we crawled into our bedrolls to await the morrow. Early in the evening, we were awakened by a ground shaking rumble as one of the nearby cliffs collapsed, as the regularly do around here. The rumble was not scary, we relish those times when the-one-who-flows-through-all-things plays jumble-wumble with us and the community of life around us (tornadoes, earthquakes, hurricane, volcanoes, avalanches, all of it JUST BRING IT ON). So it was soothing, and we drifted back off to sleep, and this is when that dreamworld truly began it's work.
Gwagwagwe awoke a superhero.
It all began when earth was going to be invaded by aliens. The president came to him and requested that he create a weapon to protect the earth. What a privilege! At once G. rallied the forces of the megacity. He at once decided that every thing in that city was needed to build the weapon. Building after building was deconstructed, block by block all materials were gathered together. Millions of people working side by side. Just as the alien space ship was approaching earth the mighty weapon was ready. No-one understood how the weapon worked, so they all looked at Gwagwagwe for the key. What was the secret, what source would power the weapon? As G. looked around he became quite aware of this nagging question, and he turn to look at an old wise friend. What is the source of power, is it in me? Yes his friend said, your power, your superhero power is........That's it, that's all I got, no answer, no closure, just the question.
Six moons later, after the migration south, the bison were back at that village site. We we're tired after a day of romping around in the sunshine, and we settled in for the night.
Gwagwagwe awoke as a raven.
Silly G., the old friend was back, in the last dream it had been unclear who "the old friend" was. It was just a feeling of trust, of history, of love, the kind of communion found in a tribesman. Now it was clear. Penny was beside him, the world was safe, they were among the newly constructed megacity sitting on a bench in the park. G. turns to Penny, speaking in whispers, "Did we do it, save the world?". Penny looks off at the moon through the mist and says, " Silly G., we could only save ourselves, with the only weapon that we had." "Show me Pen" G. says. She holds up a fist, and he knows what to do. The mist breaks and a moon beam flashed brilliantly through the trees. Gwagwagwe holds up his fist and the both repeat the mantra learned in youth. "Wonder-twin power activate. In form of a Red wolf. In form of a Raven". There in the shadows the pair of scavengers prepare to depart to That Place to call home.
Yeah, it's just a dream, and one can't really read much into it. Yet, something about the place, the tribesman, the vision lurks inside.
There were more dreams, and more adventures into strange and familiar worlds, but those are for council meetings, not to be share in the written style. We have heard it told that if you live in a place, a place where you know the community of life around you, a place where the landscape is your being, a place that challenges and protects you, for long enough, the dreams of all merge into reality. After a time what our dream world tells us is the same as what the-one-who-flows-through-all-things shows us. That is part of the leaver wealth lost to us, and part of the bison vision for our tribe. Place, This Place, it's flows through all, it is all. Thank You Smith Kelsey for sheltering our souls.