This is to be a series of monologues. I will have 7 or 9 of these, I think. I wrote this one the other day, thinking of a friend who I would like to perform it. (Tony this is you!)
Near the banks of a river, on a msity spring morning. The river is set between the playing space and the audience. JANDE PLAYFUL PUMA, a striking Native American fellow, stirs his hand in the water of the river and stares into it. He stands, silently calls in the elements starting with north (stage right), then east (upstage), south (SL) and finally west, when he turns and faces us. He studies the audience and enters into a mirthful trance.
JANDE
I was in a sacred ceremony with some revered brothers. We didn’t know whether THAT DAY would be a Y2K non-event or some miracle of miracles. I think we mostly thought it would be the former and we discussed our presupposed disappointments furiously amongst ourselves. For awhile of course, with all those tea party humble-bumbles, we were wondering if there would even be a yule 2012 to wake up to, if there would be people around. That beginning of the Beaver Moon. But we said “Hey, let’s just show up and trust something will happen.” Because it usually does. So we found our desired hilltop, and smudged out some sacred space and invited our directional friends and other allies. Called upon Great Spirit to accoompany us on that the longest night of the year. And we stripped, and sang, and danced. And tranced by the gorgeous bonfire. Longest most beautiful night ever. The cold and the beautiful darkness, a blanket of black velvet. And you know, I can’t claim to have noticed anything odd. That’s the odd thing—how could I have not? It was so luminous and colorful, and my vantage point was just a deliriously happy Adirondack place. It didn’t occur to me that the rainbow that had settled over us was something harmonically real, and that the colors were serving a larger purpose. To me it was just a place of power, one I’d even experienced before. Kinda, in retrospect. Derrick Two-Tongue Adder and I were both in what appeared to be the indigo stripe. I saw Barry and Tonaka in the red stripe ande Jayson and terry were lit with the golden yellow. Paul Bunny Paws in turquoise by himself, as was lonely Erick Lone Pine in the violet. We all were smiling goofball smiles, and I don’t know if anyone else felt it—Derrick says he did—but I could sense we were being connected with many others. Maybe everyone on the planet? I felt there were people down in Saratoga even who I was going to be fitting in with soon. I remember saying to Erick then that the colors were vibrating and I was full of manitou. And he just smiled at me ruefully. I think he knew what was happening, the only purple rayed one amongst us. I did find it interesting there were no oranges or greens though. Not everyone could be there that night, and I wonder where Roderick, Jeremy and Francis went. Never saw them again. We just kept on with our trancing and dancing until the sun came up, and I just assumed everyone else had done like I did and fallen back into the trance. But when the sun did rise and awareness did return, Derrick and I were the only ones left in the camp. And then it hit us. The rainbow. It like combed us into a resonant space. Every thing around us vibrated and gave off such glorious manitou. We called out to our brothers, but in our hearts we knew. They were in other Earths then, just as we were in this one. We both remembered this one moment where there was a slight flicker after the awareness of the rainbow had descended and it faded and we were into our own little worlds. It was like a camera went off, and it took 2 or 3 hours to refocus our eyes. I felt sad that Erick and Paul were by themselves in their different Adirondacks, but was glad that Barry and Tonaka and Jayson and Terry were together in theirs. And because of that Saratoga thing, I knew there were other people around, so Derrick and I weren’t like Adam and Steve to remake Eden or anything. In our mediumship, we were able to hail Erick and Paul, though it felt a little painful to be honest. And we knew that our other brothers vibrated into healthy planets with a different vibe too. Though we still felt afraid for them. Heck, I was afraid for me. And we made our way back to our Dakota and drove back to Glens Falls, where we found 3 whole other people at the Crandall Library. Makes sense they’d gather there. 5 of us new natives in a planet now new to us, an Eden if we so chose to create it.
And so it was for me on that Yule 2012, The Great Psychic Combout. There are worlds that were created that fateful Yuletide Day when all sorts of people vanished from 500 odd different personal realities. Not that many worlds bifurcated that day in 2012, long foretold by the Mayans when people of like resonance would literally vibrate themselves into frequency-appropriate timelines. There were 500 give or take worlds created with the 7 billion or so inhabitants vibrating on the one planet Earth that day. Now some of those worlds instantly exploded into violent conflict. And a good fifty or so blew themselves up with nukes within 2 years. Other worlds like this one held some wisdom together and while there were only 12 million or souls even on this iteration of Earth,w e were a special 12 million. We’ve been able to see into the other timelines and have even been able to maintain contact with a few sister Earths that more or less resonate with our own Turtle Island Alpha Otter. Yes, there are more than a few prison planets out there. There’s one that’s just one giant Wal-Mart. Can you imagine? We call it the Fart-Fart Loading Dock. The resonant factors in these will not cotton to us, not that we want them to. There are some religio-fascist planets adhering to a post-rapture or post-ascension notion. Depressing places really. They got what they asked for, only to discover that their idea of heaven was really dull and uninspiring and as much as they are loath to admit it, not violent enough. Our mediums have been able to discern that they really wanted to see the sinners punished again and again and again, and feel gypped. Now, there were those who were present to that aspect of their desires and whoever was in charge of this Cosmic Resonance Board – I think it was Coyote Trickster myself – saw to it that they did go to a planet that resonated with them, and yes, they’ve been summarily blasted away due to their own instability and bloodthirstiness. Them’s the breaks. Violence in, violence out. Vivos et mortuous. We here on Turtle Island Alpha Otter have been able to magnetize our joys into being. Hence our delicious and sexy planet, where not only gaymarriage is celebrated, we’ve done away with all laws having to do with property and the like so that we can have unmediated relationships with ourselves, each other and the standing people, the stone people, the 4 leggeds, 6 leggeds, 8 leggeds, no leggeds, swimming and flying peoples too. Just the other day, I made love to an alder tree. Talk about Hard Wood. My boyfriend Kim Sun has a willow girlfriend—well, there is no accounting for taste. Some people! So, I sit here on this side of the river which some of you call “Hudson.” I speak into the conduit of time so that those with ears to hear will be able to listen. I send a message from one friendly future if you could but choose it. And some of you will, some of you must. I’m sure that I’m liable to meet some of you in year 2020 – year 8 here. I wait you all with bated breath, lovelies of lovelies. But remember, you are the ones you have been waiting for. The work must begin with your own attention to your joy. And that needs to have started yesterday, I’m afraid. So look, you’re already behind. I’d suggest you get to it.
