Tue 14 Oct 2008
When it comes to K, the cats, the folks, and I the New Year comes in October. For whatever reason, the Celtic New Year is how we wrap things up psychologically and get ready for the approach of the next randomly generated encounter.
Tangent. As I type this, a bunch of candy just leaped off the shelf and fell to the floor. Yes, this is the first Halloween where K and I are in a haunted house and know it.
October is when the spirits of the dead are supposed to come back and pay a visit to the living. The ancestors are believed to communicate with you in dreams, and give sneak previews of the year to come. Needless to say, my dream journal has been filling up.
In my last one, I was in the role of the curmudgeonly doctor House, from the TV show, and my patient was the expectant Mother Mary. With her in tow were a bunch of prophets who never talked to anyone, but if you listened to them you might hear something worth hearing.
She was trying to trick everyone into believing there was something wrong with her, and in true House dramatic fashion I uncovered her scam. Because I had revealed her trick, she passed on some wisdom to me about myself, then left me to listen to the prophets for a while before they all went on their way. I won’t say what I learned, as it’s rather personal and/or probably only relevant to me.
But Mother Mary as a trickster archetype with a posse of prophets? That’s a new one for me.
Back to the main topic. The last year has been rough. Culture seems at a backwater standstill, the country needs new shoes, and there’s only charlatans at the helm of a bus with no wheel. The bees gave me some breathing room, so K and I booked the humans a stay of buy two get one free at our favorite short duration emergency retreat.
The Honeycomb Hideout would have to be staffed by the two girl cats who can’t stand each other (there’s a movie in there, I know it), while Michael cat was boarded up because he’d taken a megamouth hit to the thrusters and we couldn’t deal. A third day reinforcement assist from the allies and friends aisle covered the gaps.
I’ve mentioned secret doors before. Some of those secret doors reach into awesome heal-ups. If you ever played the Zelda games, you know what I’m talking about. Always remember to bring your bottle to stock up on healing spirits! The big one for us is a place I call Destroyed Bourn.
We pull up with a trunk full of medicine and protein materials for fabrication, hit the wood pile for sacred flame, sacred fire right out of Doctor Who, and get right with the weird stuff that goes on here. The trees have been waiting for us to come and tell them stories of the messed up real world where human beings do the beat down dance.
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