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Mokoi-Yurumu

           Body Rapture

            Bright purple bolts flickered down upon Sensoria, as deep cut valleys echoed with the violent outbursts of the Thunder Gods, their cumulus cloud dwellings flashing purple, sending torrents of rain down upon our human forms of Amethyst and Mokoi-yurumu; two forms laying upon rich, black soil of a coniferous rain forest; two forms embracing in preparation for our venture deep into Body Rapture. 

            Mokoi-yurumu sang, "I am a soft, warm wind you remember.  Flowing through your skin, like water, flowing through your flesh, like water, flowing through your bones, like water, and I am gone from you, like a current."

            Amethyst sang, "but my soul is finer.  It feels what my body does not sense.  My soul will always discover, my soul will never forget.  My soul will cling to your soul, like netting captures sediment, holding what is precious, discarding the superfluous."

            We began to caress one another with our thinking, flowing within the sensual zones of our minds.  Our bodies complimented our thoughts and we became entwined to the extent that I could not distinguish myself from Amethyst.  Our skin was glistening with moisture.  Our legs and arms were moving slow against one another.  I caressed her jaw with my lips, moving down, her head arching back as my tongue lapped sweat that had collected at the base of her throat.  Mokoi-yurumu descended, lapping the wet beads and I could feel Desire inhabit Amethyst's body.  My tongue could feel flushed lavender blood engorge and expand.  Amethyst's senses heightened in accordance to the surge of the body she inhabited and a monsoon of emotion overwhelmed our forms.  

We were now immersed beneath the holistic mystery of intercourse within the ethereal realm; a homogenous act that can not be defined by any sentient methods of conception.  The forms of life we inhabited were primal in motion, a choreographed skin-dance, in-concert with our minds and essence which gave the indigo night no choice but to yield its presence to the incandescent glow of our lavender eyes.  Our radiance rapidly increased in magnitude.  Dense leafed tree shadows sliced our light into sharp, spatial beams.  We moved, we mixed, we molded in direct relation to The Rhythm of Existence, the inseparable law of The Infinite.  We were taken and became zealous, overwhelmed by an act of total oneness and the magnitude of our emotions increased like the rapid expansion of a dying star until our flash at threshold, suspended in a shimmering culmination, and for that moment, the entire rain forest, slick and saturated with rain, was clearly visible in the lavender shine of our transportation. 

            Mokoi-yurumu was beyond myself.  Immersed in Body Rapture, immersed in a sensual myriad of perception.  Our minds engaged, in motion, mediating the joining of form and essence.  I could feel Amethyst wash through me, her bolts of life possessing every sphere in my body, entering the very core of my existence.  Mokoi-yurumu was well beyond myself, washing through Amethyst, through every eon of her ancestral particles, etched and replicated through every sphere of her existence, through every sphere of her existence, through every sphere of her existence, etched and replicated, and Mokoi-yurumu was too naive, and Mokoi-yurumu was too confused, and Mokoi-yurumu was too far beyond myself, and too possessed by a monsoon of emotion, to recognize the forbidden resemblance between the spheres and the etchings, the spheres and the etchings.

            Clairvoyant, I sensed bursting eruptions from a distant staggered range of potent volcanoes.  The Gods of the Underworld performed their ejaculatory rite, discharging bright purple magma high into the dense atmosphere, its glow reflecting off the fluffy white bellies of the clouds above, still flashing, illuminating flocks of soaring Saurian-Eagles who tucked their pliant wings and swiftly descended to capture prey momentarily revealed.

            Our influence upon the natural phenomena startled the smaller inhabitants of the rain forest into chaos.  The Primate Tree People screeched as they hurled from branch to branch, their prehensile tails twining to limbs, their dexterous little hands grappling frantically to thick girth tree trunks until they were safely hidden from our radiation.  The Ave People squawked and cawed as they spanned their plumed wings and took flight and refuge far off in the safety of darkness.  Dome shelled Chelonians receded their heads and limbs into their shells and closed their thick, hinged bellies and continued to sleep.

            The Saurians, the dominating shadows of Sensoria, feared nothing.  These giant Reptilian People, who were exceptional trackers, thought to take advantage of the light, quickly turning their scaled, elongated bodies, fixing their keen eyes upon movement below the tree tops, flickering their forked tongues to sense nearby prey, clicking guttural messages to one another and shifting positions upon powerful limbs and clawed feet.  But when the intensity of our light overwhelmed their eyes they squinted and grunted in disgust because their positions had been revealed to all that could have been devoured and hours of tactical movement had been executed in vain.  Nonetheless, the Saurians crouched low to the ground and remained motionless until our presence yielded to the indigo darkness of the cloud shrouded night.  The Saurians hissed in relief and their scout leader clicked off a new scenario and they resumed their nocturnal hunt.

            Our bodies, our forms of life, were covered with wet soil and fallen leaves.  Our long, black hair was mud clotted and sprinkled with violet colored flower petals.  We were obscure shapes in the soil, linked completely and wreathing until heavy drops of water began to remove the soil from our skin.  The volcanic eruptions ended, leaving boiling hot magma to coat the crusted rims.  We stood and submitted our lithe, muscular physiques to the rain.  Our bodies, were now whole and separate as the water rinsed our tall, sturdy frames.  We were silent in our moment of loneliness, sending no thoughts to one another, sensing only the dissipating presence of the Thunder Gods as their cloud dwellings floated apart and disappeared. 

            Mokoi-yurumu continued to stare at the sky and observe the celestial children of Sensoria.  Their spherical bodies were staggered in a trail behind one another.  Rurquoe, the child furthest from Sensoria, was followed closely by Tedstoe, who was the second furthest, then Isoe, then Umoe, who was the closest and swiftest of all Sensoria's children.    "Something is wrong with Mokoi-yurumu," I sent to Amethyst.  "The motions of the spherical beings are affecting my senses.  The strange feeling which inhabits Mokoi-yurumu is becoming stronger as Sensoria's offspring increase their alignment.” 

            "Do not let Worry inhabit you," Amethyst sent.  "Your strange feelings are part of The Rhythm.  Soon Sphere of Light and Dim Sphere will conjure the darkness of Eclipse who will momentarily possess dominance over Sensoria."

            "Mokoi-yurumu can not obey the thought you have sent.  I do Worry.  The Rhythm is making Mokoi-yurumu have difficulty organizing how to address myself.  I think something is wrong with me, Amethyst.  I think something is very wrong with Mokoi-yurumu.”  Mokoi-yurumu turned to Amethyst.  She remained still and did not respond to my thoughts.  Her eyes were fixed upon the clustered band of stars at zenith. 

            "Milky Way Galaxy," she sent.  "Home of Earth Goddess.  See her?" she asked.  "See her?"  She pointed into the sky.  "I can see her.” 

            Mokoi-yurumu did not see what Amethyst could see, but I could sense Amethyst longing to return to Earth Goddess, her ancestral home.  Lament and Remorse began to inhabit her while tears and rain collected upon her slender jawbones, her squared chin, and the water dripped down upon her chest, streaming down between water beaded breasts, collecting again on the ridges of her sinewy abdomen.  The water hesitated for a moment then continued its journey downward, draining down the her thighs, to her ankles, to her feet, to the origin, the soil. 

            "Something is wrong with Mokoi-yurumu," I sent.

            Amethyst looked down from the sky and watched the light from the volcanoes fade to a brewing glow.  She stared at me from over her shoulder, her elusive and supple eyes gave me nothing, her omniscient and uninhibited mind sent me nothing - nothing but what they had always rendered:  the knowledge of my own existence which remained a mystery to Mokoi-yurumu.

            Mokoi-Yurumu?

            Mokoi-yurumu was not certain who I represented.  Amethyst had told me that the concept of "I" was apparently used to represent an individual, but I, Mokoi-yurumu, do not feel like an individual.  I feel a dissonant sense of another's presence within this form of life I occupy.  My mind sees "me" as "we" for reasons I can not understand.

            We laid down upon a clearing of lush grass.  Amethyst wrapped a wet leaf-fiber blanket around us, to cool our feverish bodies.  She moved close and her round, weighty breasts kneaded against my chest and her hands delicately caressed down the spine of my back to my flank and buttocks.  The dimming glow of our eyes still illuminated our brown faces.  We smiled at one another and pressed our mouths together, tasting our tongues and lips, our hands searching the lines, curves and angles of our bodies. 

            We were laying close and silent for a long duration of moments.  Amethyst's form was still, her mind was cognitive silent.  I began to concentrate my conscience, making an effort to improve my clairvoyant abilities.  I sensed the trickling of water on leaves, spilling off their ridges and nourishing the soil.  I sensed the cycles of the Plant People and the movements of all the Animal People who dwelled in close proximity.  I sensed the force of the Infinite and felt the entire weight of Sensoria, to the deepest zones of her core where her molten heart pumped forever to the Rhythm of the Existence.  I could feel Sensoria's breaths of wind, her moving bodies of ocean fluids, the death and regeneration.  But Amethyst was beyond Mokoi-yurumu.  Amethyst was the spiritual counterpart of Sensoria.  She possessed direct communication with The Infinite.  Her mind could sense on innumerable levels of thought, concomitantly and with precision but I, Mokoi-yurumu, was limited.  I could not communicate with The Infinite, I could not fully understand The Rhythm of Existence, so I could not understand what was happening to Mokoi-yurumu. 

            Amethyst, who remained sleeping, knew what I was pondering.  She answered telepathically, "we live within a realm of reality where time has no relevance.  We are eternal and mythic and instrumental in the continuance of The Rhythm, which must never stop for any reason."

            "Mokoi-yurumu desires to know what would happen if The Rhythm ceased."

            Amethyst opened her eyes and stared beyond the stars.  "The Infinite would cease to exist," she sent, then she was silent but her eyes remained fixed beyond the stars for a long duration of moments.  She acknowledged nothing but The Infinite until she slowly closed her eyes.  "Prepare, my Mokoi-yurumu," she sent.  "Rebirth is coming soon for you.  Cognitive metamorphosis.  Your Quiet Mind is reaching maturity.  It is beginning to bleed.  Thought-blood is beginning to enter your Active Mind.  The blood forms the images."

            Mokoi-yurumu replied, "the blood-visions...they are happening more frequently as the spheres reach their position of alignment.  The blood-visions...occupy my conscience without my desire.  These blood-visions...they are confusing Mokoi-yurumu into thinking that I am not solely Mokoi-yurumu, that I may be occupied by another's presence."

            Amethyst awakened and moved her upper body over my body.  She brushed my muddy hair from my face and touched her lips to my forehead.  "To be inquisitive is good, Mokoi-yurumu, but do not let Worry inhabit you.  Your curiosity will be satisfied when Sensoria and her offspring are perfectly aligned with her mother, Sphere of Light, and her father, Dim Sphere.  In that instant, things will become different for you.”  She pushed her mouth against mine and wet my lips with her saliva, touching my face gently with her fingertips.  Her hand followed the curve of my shoulder, descending to my hip.  She could sense that my blood was rushing, that my body desired sensation, that my spirit desired to be assimilated into her spirit.  She was reluctant in her decision but decided simply to smile, pat my stomach and lay close beside my form.  "Sleep," she sent and kissed my shoulder and took hold of my hand.

            Mokoi-yurumu closed my eyes and relaxed my thinking.  The forest was calm again.  The rushing gurgle of river water and the caress of the warm breezes began to hypnotize my mind into a serenity.  Amethyst's hand felt good in my hand, it fulfilled and confirmed that she was all that I needed to be whole but suddenly, Mokoi-yurumu felt a warm tinge in my mind, near Black Wall.  I was bleeding again, thought-blood.  Mokoi-yurumu explored my own mind, ignoring the familiar caverns, traveling directly to Black Wall, a mysterious and deep purple barrier which moved with an exaggerated pulsation.  Blood thoughts trickled from a small tear.  I could see those warm, translucent drops dissolve into misty thoughts, waiting for my senses to assimilate them.  A short moment later, I was overwhelmed by a vision foreign to my conception.

            Mokoi-yurumu shouted in silence, crying out.  The inside of my head was flickering in a violet pastel; splashing bright, silent echoes of violent acts through the caverns of my mind.  The wind was forcing trees into agonizing curves.  Mokoi-yurumu pulled and kicked the blanket away from my body.  I rolled and twisted upon the cold grass, grappling my head and tears were streaming through my clenched eyes.  Mokoi-yurumu struggled to my knees then to my feet and I spun and staggered; my bearings distorted by the vision.  Mokoi-yurumu ran down an embankment, my legs pushed my body to a rapid pace.  My feet negotiated the large stones by the edge of the river.  My feet made cold water splash.  I moved deeper and my ankles were fighting the aquatic resistance.  My waist and belly soon felt the wet chill, my arms frantically batting the water.  I moved deeper, but the river was not deep enough.  I fell back to submerge my head, trying in vain to drown out the visions but they continued to haunt Mokoi-yurumu, underwater.  Amethyst had pulled my body from the water and placed my body on the soft soil near the river bank.  Amethyst held Mokoi-yurumu, my arms were tight around her and it would take her touch to reclaim my senses, to let me know it was simply another of my many recurring blood-visions which plagued my conscience.  Regardless, I cried with the memory of the violence. 

            "Mokoi-yurumu demands to know what spirit inhabits the form of Mangowa Bangudja.  His form resembles my form.  If his eyes were lavender, he could be Mokoi-yurumu's reflection.”  

            "Of course," Amethyst sent, calmly, as though that knowledge was apparent to every creature on Sensoria. 

            "Mokoi-yurumu desires to know if Mangowa Bangudja is related to Mokoi-yurumu."

            Nervousness now inhabited Amethyst.  "You are a Spirit Being, Mokoi-yurumu."

            "Mokoi-yurumu needs to know Mangowa Bangudja.  Mangowa Bangudja is part of your ancestry, Mokoi-yurumu, he is part of your essence and soon, after your re-birth, he will be part of your mind and you will know him as you know yourself.” 

            "But I do not know who I am," I thought to her.

            "Mokoi-yurumu desires to know who I am," I sent, but she did not answer.  I was not disturbed by her cognitive silence.  She did not need to comfort me with thoughts she could send.  Amethyst's arms were around me and I  was cradled between her legs, my back against her chest, my head limp on her shoulder.  Mokoi-yurumu knew I was safe from  my mind because I felt Amethyst's emotions  flow inside me, a constant mixing of souls  which I felt most strongly when she was close  to me.  The river was loud in my mind.  Water was chafing rounded boulders.  Amethyst was dousing my fevered body with cool river water.  It was feeling good, to me.  Amethyst was  singing a song I liked.  The tones and pitches bathed me into an warm, misty sleep where I  was soaked with the images of our minds flowing among ourselves like two rivers meeting.

            Running

            Dim Sphere was half revealed above the horizon of slumbering volcanoes.  It lit the lilac sky of Sensoria with its faint glow, warming the air as Amethyst and Mokoi-yurumu, ran swift upon ridge with black, eroding embankments.  We ran between large mounds of soil which led to underground Ophidian dwellings.  The Ophidians were long, burrowing serpents who devoured their prey whole.  Unlike the Saurians, who lived in colonies and hunted in packs, the Ophidians tracked their prey solo because sharing their food was physically impossible.  They would emerge from their burrows at night and bury themselves where their tongues had recently sensed warm blooded prey.  They would wait patiently and strike when the Mammalian People moved near them.  They would coil, suffocate these people and horde them down into their bodies.  Before dawn, they would return to their dwellings with a month's supply of food digesting in their bellies.

            Mokoi-yurumu looked below and fixed my sight upon the elongated depression where the rain forest spanned into the far distance.  Near the limits of my vision was where massive, translucent purple glaciers continued their minute descent into the darkness, tilling the soil into wide valleys.  Beyond the glaciers was soil which gradually descended into grassy plains which ended abruptly by the tides of an ocean.  Beyond the ocean was the desert region, a place that haunts me with Curiosity because that is where The Forbidden Canyon resides.  Amethyst does not allow me to venture within the boundaries of the desert region.  She had disclosed to me that The Forbidden Canyon was the remains of a destructive act committed by Nemesis with the purpose to destroy Sensoria.  Nemesis had viciously exposed what should have remained concealed and sacred.  Her core which delegates The Rhythm of Existence.  But I had sensed a calling to this sparse region.  There was a beckoning which had become more difficult to resist as the time of The Alignment drew near.

            As we continued our running, Mokoi-yurumu was proud to see that I could now hold Amethyst's strides.  For many revolves before I would have to strain to follow her.  But now I ran at her side and that made me happy so I was grinning.  Our violet leaf-cloth dresses touched and I could feel her within, her body like static, her body defined, developed muscle flowing and tightening in accordance to her strides.  Her black hair was folded and tied with vine.  It bounced against the back of her slender neck in rhythm with the swing of her arms and the motions of her breasts.  Her breathing was calm and controlled, her hearts beating slow. 

            "You are running well," she sent to me then slapped my buttocks and laughed ave pitch high.  "Time to run better.”  She pushed the pace, her long legs spanned more of the ground below us, and Mokoi-yurumu was then strides behind her, but my legs were now long and powerful and as I worked myself abreast it was apparent to me that Mokoi-yurumu had grown very strong.  I could feel her good feeling inside me.  Amethyst, my celestial companion, was very pleased.

            A cool breeze, from the direction of the glaciers, brushed against my body.  It brought the scent of aromatic vegetation, of sweet fragrant flowers, of  Saurians in their mating cycle.  "Mokoi-yurumu desires to know if we shall always be together for eternity.”  Amethyst increased her pace.  Mokoi-yurumu thought more demand upon my legs and I matched her pace.  "Mokoi-yurumu desires to know if our companionship will always exist.”  Amethyst increased her pace, again, negotiating rocks and bushes with nimble agility.  Mokoi-yurumu demanded more from his body and again I matched her pace but I was straining, we were moving swift on a plain, ascending a small hill.  Mokoi-yurumu could not understand why Amethyst did not answer my questions.  Beyond a crest was a lake created by a stray glacier.  A pale layer of mist was low upon the water where the Chelonians were wading, their enormous shells moved like mysterious hillsides through the opaque.  "Amethyst, answer me."

            Amethyst increased her strides to a pace I could not match.  She did not break her stride as she leaped from the rocky shoreline into the water.  In pain, I followed.  In pain because she would not answer my question.  I demanded my body to swim abreast to Amethyst but she was swift and veiled below the mist and I could not fix sight of her form until she arose to her feet and wadded to the shore.  Mokoi-yurumu could not understand Amethyst's behavior.  I was exhausted and could not walk but she was smiling with stealth as she watched me crawl through the mist, weeping.  Ever since I began to bleed blood-visions she had acted peculiar and estranged and now Sadness was inhabiting Mokoi-yurumu and the moment before the deluge of Hurt enveloped my body, Amethyst came to me and pulled me from the mist and enveloped my body with her warmth.  She pushed her lips against my ear.  "You shall always exist, Mokoi-yurumu.  You shall always exist," she sent.  "You shall always exist," she whispered, in a broken ancient language that was foreign to my knowledge.  Her head rested upon my shoulder.  Her body gently trembled against my body.   

            Mokoi-yurumu could not understand why she began to weep and hold me tight when; moments before, she was indifferent to my feelings.  I gazed in the distance and observed Saurians basking on top of boulders with their backs arched and noses in the air, tongues flickering.  "Mokoi-yurumu wants to know why we are becoming different."

            "When the four moons align themselves with Sphere of Light and Dim Sphere, you will understand and know everything," Amethyst sent.  “You shall be one with the Infinite.”

            Amethyst mused upon her own omniscient senses and wiped the tears from her cheeks with her hand.  "Old Meat Eater is entering our valley.  He is planning to stalk the Forest Mist People.  Let us return and watch him.  He will cause Happiness to inhabit us again.”  Amethyst fixed her eyes upon the ridge we had ran.  Mokoi--yurumu entered Amethyst's mind and viewed the image of where her eyes were fixed.  I could see the Ophidian mounds, very small in the distance.  Mokoi-yurumu concentrated and thought myself there.  With no measure of moments, we had returned to the ridge.  Mokoi-yurumu smiled because I did not blunder as I do, usually.  Amethyst was also pleased and fixed her eyes upon the rain forest below.  Again, I entered Amethyst's mind and I envisioned where her eyes were fixed.  With no measure of moments, I was within the rain forest.  Surrounding Mokoi-yurumu was an immense mass of glossy tangled vegetation which wound and enveloped trees that towered high and dangled and shaded a meandering river.  Blades of sunlight cut sharp illuminated lines through large, elliptical leaves, animating purple flowers into full bloom.  Mokoi-yurumu looked behind me for Amethyst.  She was not there but I could hear her laughing.  "Amethyst, Mokoi-yurumu desires to know your location.”  I walked away from the river and into the bushes, looking for Amethyst.  I could not see her but I could hear her laughing.

            "Wrong direction, my confused Mokoi-yurumu," she sent.  "You blunder so well that I can not stop laughing!"

            Mokoi-yurumu returned to the river bank.  Amethyst was across the river, laughing with her hands on her knees.  I grinned and thought myself over the river.  We walked into the midst of a tribal camp unnoticed by the indigo skinned Forest Mist People who wore dense bustles of violet leaves to conceal themselves from the Reptilian People.  Invisible to the villagers' amber eyes, Mokoi-yurumu and Amethyst walked among these human beings observing male singers and drummers who surrounded a leaf-skin drum and were performing social songs in their high falsetto voices, slapping the drum with their palms - slow and loud.  Parading around the drummers were the young children playing warrior, throwing padded spheres at one another, crying battle on guttural, jittering tongues.  The unmarried adults and adolescents adorned their gray-blue hair with pollen-yellow fertility-beautification stripes.  As they performed their routine camp duties, the yellow-hairs watched one another with shy smiling stealth in search for attention, a mate perhaps.  The berry-red striped married villagers were, for the most part, ignored.  To Mokoi-yurumu and Amethyst, it was the mismatched pairs breathing hard in the bushes who were so entertaining with their nervous voices, their hurried physical intercourse - their coy return into the village.

            Old Meat Eater

            It wasn't long after Mokoi-yurumu and Amethyst found a secluded spot that we sensed a giant's presence.  Old Meat Eater crept silent and cautious, doing his best to keep his enormous, vulpine body out of sight.  He was a beautiful Saurian.  Glistening blotches of olive green, deep brown and jet enveloped his body.  Each blotch was divided by light tan lines.  His head was long and tapered at his nose, with elliptical eyes above the rear of his jawbones.  I had absorbed much of Old Meat Eater's thoughts and what I had learned was that he was an exception among Saurians.  He aspired to think like the Forest Mist People he desired to devour.  He disliked the territorial egg laying way of life of his people because the territory and mates he possessed were always being taken away from him by younger, stronger and more ambitious Saurians.  In his solitude, he had watched the Forest Mist People create woven baskets and clay pots and he also wanted to produce his own material culture, objects to take with him when he was forced off his own land.  He wanted to join in the chants and believe in spiritual beings and ignore the analytical and predatory paradigm of perception his mind was structured upon.  He was not content with being a symbiotic parasite of Sensoria with the primary philosophy of survival.  Old Meat Eater was old and occasionally wise and the Reptilian "egg-layer" ideals of his people were beginning to bore him. 

            Regardless, the agenda this day was not philosophy, it was food and though he respected the Forest Mist People with all that his slow pumping heart could afford, he wanted to eat them, eat them all, if he could, and leave nothing for the young scavengers who stole his kills before they were cold.  That is the reason Old Meat Eater hunted solo, which was extremely rare for Saurians because it was overall ineffective but Old Meat Eater denied this fact as he crept toward the village low and slow, but as always, he was seen before he could strike.  A tribe member caught a glance of his long, forked tongue protruding from behind trees and shouted aloud to the villagers. 

            Old Meat Eater rushed his attack.  His feet now shook the ground.  Clump, clump, clump, clump!  Those in flight stumbled with the quaking.  Old Meat Eater's head turned one way, then the other way.  Old Meat Eater's mind was senile and his big eyes saw too much food and before he could choose his prey, the shrieking villagers discarded their bustles and instinctually dissolved into a thick indigo mist.

            Old Meat Eater's head turned one way, then the other way.  He stuck his tongue out a few times, collecting particles in the air.  He grunted - not aloud - more to himself.  His food could not be sensed.  He quaked around the camp, looking around, grunting to himself, disgusted.  He tipped over an elliptical shaped mud-clump hut and found some fowl huddled in a corner.  He did not hesitate.  Only one bird escaped.  Still chewing, he looked around some more, tipping over mud-clump huts, finding nothing more.  Old Meat Eater was not happy.  The fowl were crumbs to a lizard his size.  Mokoi-yurumu could know what Old Meat Eater was thinking:  "Why should these Mist People be so comfortable, with their full bellies and comfortable huts?"  Jealousy inhabited Old Meat Eater and made him decide to defecate in their camp, stenching the whole area.  He looked behind him, as though to admire his work, then quaked into the forest, being careful not to crush the trees.

            Mokoi-yurumu and Amethyst laughed at Old Meat Eater's repulsive gesture.  "He is so much a tale maker, that Old Meat Eater," Amethyst sent as she watched the Forest Mist People restore themselves to their human form and reclaim their bustles.  "He gets funny so much, sometimes," Mokoi-yurumu added.  "He should go...”  A blood-vision interrupted my thinking.  The vision was of a Human People with long, black hair, dark skin, lavender eyes.  He wore a black kilt, black and gray plaid tartan and bonnet.  The Human Person was Mangowa Bangudja and he was embracing another Human Person who's skin was milk pale and her hair was a dark, shiny black.  Her gown was light blue and a belt of small, black terra-cotta disks loosely hung about her waist.  She was crying, her blue eyes dripping salty water.  "Mokoi-yurumu desires to know the identity of the form which embraces Mangowa."

Amethyst did not answer immediately.  She was cognitive silent, watching the Forest Mist People begin to restore their damaged village.  "Cressida," Amethyst answered after a long moment.  "The Divine Child."

            "Mokoi-yurumu desires to know the spiritual identity of the Divine Child.  I desire to know if she is an element of my ancestry."

            "The Alignment is soon, Mokoi-yurumu."

            "The Alignment is not soon enough.  Mokoi-yurumu would desire to understand now."

            "Re-birth will make my words redundant, Mokoi-yurumu.  Quiet your thinking and let us go to Falling River."

            Mokoi-yurumu recalled the vision of Falling River in my mind and channeled it to the astral projection center in my brain.  A tingling, shimmering sensation let me know I had dissolved into particles, I was transporting to my vision of Falling River, moving up the river, toward the base of the glaciers, where the soil still covered them.  Again I had blundered my placement and I appeared suspended above a tarn below the waterfall.  Mokoi-yurumu tried to think quick enough to correct my mistake, but my thinking became unmanageable and I fell, sprawling into the water.  Mokoi-yurumu surfaced and smiled.  Amethyst was laughing and much joy was in her.  This made Happiness inhabit Mokoi-yurumu because I sensed too much Sorrow inhabit Amethyst since she buried her sacred spirit bundle.

            The bundle was composed of different small objects wrapped within the skin of buck.  There were fringes on the edges and tin cone bells at the end of each fringe.  It was previously her routine to pray every rotation in the dark.  She would unwrap the bundle and spread it out before her.  "These objects are from the Void of Misguided Forms.”  Amethyst sent.  "These are the gifts of Earth Goddess.”  She showed me the eagle feathers and corn pollen, she showed me the silver adornments that were inlaid with sacred stones of jet, turquoise, agate and whiteshell, a boomerang with a serpent inscription, a terra-cotta comb inscribed with chevrons and rain torrents and Neolithic figurines.

            "Mokoi-yurumu desires to know why you are praying," I once inquired.

            "To help Earth Goddess," she answered.  "I must restore her Sacred Circle which has been broken by Nemesis.  I use my prayers to help re-establish harmony and order which had previously existed before Nemesis.  Only then will Earth Goddess be inhabited by Happiness.”  Amethyst went on with her prayer. 

            In the dark of the night she would pray.  Her lavender eyes were glowing, illuminating the spirit bundle before her.  When Amethyst was done, she would sprinkle pollen upon the objects on the bundle and she would burn sage.  She would blow the smoke four times, each time in one of the four directions that were holy to the Human People who raised her.  She would wrap the bundle tight and put it away.  She would muse and on occasions, Lament would inhabit her.

           Saurians and the Forest Mist People

            Mokoi-yurumu could never understand Amethyst.  As she put forth more effort to make Earth Goddess become inhabited by Happiness, more Sorrow would be present inside her.  She would cry.  I would ask why Sorrow was present when she finished her prayer but she would not answer and she would hide her thinking from me.  This Sadness also inhabited Mokoi-yurumu and this past-thought was what Mokoi-yurumu was recalling as I sat and let the falling water rinse my light-brown skin.  But Sadness was not inside me as I watched Amethyst's naked frame skim beneath the clear water of the tarn which was surrounded by boulders covered with moss.  I beheld her supple lines with adoration.  Her long, black hair was untied and unbraided and it spread like a cape in the water.  I thought how good it was to be inside her, within every cell of the body I beheld.  Amethyst surfaced before me and smiled at the sensual wonder in my mind.

            "Come here," she sent.

            "No.”  I was grinning.

            "Come here."

            Mokoi-yurumu laughed.  "No!"

            Amethyst used her thinking to move my body into the air.  She made my body float in a circle above the tarn, around and around.  "Come here."

            "No.”  I laughed more.

            "Come here."

            "No."

            "Come here...NOW!"

            Amethyst dropped me into the water.  When I surfaced, she was laughing wildly and high.  "Come here!"

            "All right."  We took a good, strong hold of one another.  This was a good moment.  As we played in the water, my ears could sense music.  An arboreal tribe of Forest Mist People were near our location and a girl's puberty ceremony was taking place.  The fast pace of the drum and the rise and fall of the falsettos told the tale of the a sacred goddess called Amethyst who had taken refuge in Sensoria after leaving her homeland upon Earth Goddess, a Sphere of Life who was raped and derogated by Ignorance, Abuse and Neglect.  The songs told about her battles with these cruel entities.  They sang about her victories and her defeats as a warrior and her quest to gain immeasurable power and her plan to someday return to Earth Goddess with the purpose to vanquish the deadly trio. 

            Amethyst stopped playing.  She looked up toward the trees where the music had originated.  "Saurians are stalking the Forest Mist People.”  Amethyst sent the image of a young girl cloaked in pastel blue flowers.  Her face was painted black and her left cheek striped with yellow and her right cheek was striped with red.  In the center of her forehead was a lavender circle.  She danced in place, shaking two bone gourd rattles that she held over her head.  Her face remained stoic, her eyes revealed strength, and fortitude but with no warning, she dropped to her knees and cried out, still shaking the rattles above her head.  Amethyst was giving her power.

Spiritual negotiators, dressed in bright colored leaves, flanked the young girl.  They led the songs and sprinkled a purple pollen upon the girl's hair and shoulders.  The villagers had climbed down from their nest-like dwellings to sing and dance in a circle which surrounded the negotiators and the girl.  None of villagers noticed that they were surrounded by Saurians, who labored over two nights to gain their advantageous position on the Forest Mist People.  Their hunting prowess was no mistake, it was instinct, encoded into their genes.  No practice was needed.  Every move the Saurians made was automatic.  The only requirement was the need for a scout leader who could sense the unexpected.  It was obvious to Amethyst and Mokoi-yurumu that the Saurians could strike and kill long before the villagers could dissolve or climb to safety.  But the hunters did not strike.  They remained still and camouflaged and observed the ceremony with their slit thin pupils fixing upon the children and the young girl of the ritual.  Images of their own children emerged in their minds, children emerging from eggs, baby Saurians scampering across the colony grounds, pushing stones with their noses. 

            Sadness was inhabiting the Saurians.  They were taken by the ceremony, by the colors and the laughter.  There were offerings of fowl and fruit, blankets and pots.  The entire ceremony in tribute to Amethyst, a goddess they did not believe existed.  But as intelligent beings, they had to consider the possibility because they could not understand how any living being could go through such efforts for an illusion.  This is what the Saurians were thinking as they retreated silently into the deep of the forest, giving no sign that they were ever present.

            It was only through the songs and myths of the human beings that I would learn about the past of Amethyst.  She rarely disclosed her experiences.  It was as though they were forbidden to know.  It was also discomforting to know that it was forbidden for human beings to speak my name, though I was a well known mythical figure for all the tribes of Sensoria.  Amethyst never sent me the reason.

            The music had stopped.  It was time for food and offerings and thereafter, they would resume.  Amethyst crawled upon a flat boulder and stretched out to enable Sphere of Light to dry her skin.  Mokoi-yurumu sat behind Amethyst and began to braid her hair.  As I twined her soft, glossy hair, Amethyst mused to herself, eyes down, staring at her feet in the water.  Mokoi-yurumu was curious to know what Amethyst was thinking.  She was not sending.  I went into her mind, a meandering labyrinth of warm, moist lavender caverns.  I glided between the pulsating walls, pumping to the beat of her three hearts.  Dim - bright - brighter.  Dim - bright - brighter.  I searched for her thoughts, misty secretions from the walls.  There were none, that I could find, and my surveillance was making her wary, the walls of her mind dimmed as she withdrew.

            Her withdrawal excited my curiosity.  She sent no messages of disapproval, so I continued, going deeper.  I entered a cavern that opened into an enormous trench.  The walls were jagged and infested with glowing fissures of a deep tortured purple.  A gash, I thought, that had never healed, a wound that descended into a dark and inhospitable realm.  I held there for a moment, staring down into the absolute black.  I could sense the origin of my existence beckon Mokoi-yurumu.  I began to descend.

            "No.  Forbidden.”  Amethyst sent.

            I ignored and continued.

            "No!"  She slapped my thigh.  "Forbidden."

            Mokoi-yurumu withdrew from her mind.  I felt Hurt inside me.  The same emotion I felt when Amethyst buried her spirit bundle.  A ritual she had consummated after our first voyage in Body Rapture.  The swimming inside one another had made Amethyst feel very good for those moments but when it had ended, a dissonant combination of Guilt and Sorrow had overcome her.  She began to weep.  She was very sad.  Mokoi-yurumu watched her bury her past.  She was on her knees, cupping soft soil in her hands, digging deep.  She placed the spirit bundle in the deep hole and covered it with dirt.  She pressed the soil down tight and prayed once more.  When she was finished, she never thought of it again.  Her new ritual for power was Body Rapture.  Mokoi-yurumu felt Dissonance inhabit me as I recalled this past-thought. 

            I watched Sphere of Light slowly begin its descent behind the glaciers.   "Mokoi-yurumu desires to know if Amethyst experienced re-birth."

            "Yes.  But I was in the wrong void and at the wrong age for re-birth to happen to me without much pain.  I should have been here, rather than in the Void of Misguided Forms.  You will not suffer as I did.  You will not have as many Dark Zones as I have.”  Her mind was silent for a moment.  "I am sorry," she finally sent.  "Worry is haunting me from the Void of Misguided Forms.  I have not been able to re-establish The Sacred Circle and Earth Goddess is dying because of the Ignorance, Abuse and Neglect.”  She touched Mokoi-yurumu with her emotion for me. 

            I embraced her and my good tears wet her shoulders.  "I wish I could help you heal Earth Goddess.  Please let me help you."

            "You do help me.  Body Rapture gives me strength.  Power.  When your re-birth is complete, you will become much more than you are presently.  You will become very helpful to me.  Do not let Worry inhabit you, Mokoi-yurumu.  Your time is soon.” 

            My time was soon, she had told me.  Mokoi-yurumu was afraid of becoming more than he was presently.  "Mangowa was a warrior."

            "Yes.  Hunter Tiger Shark was very much a warrior."

            "A warrior," Mokoi-yurumu mused.  "Violent battle person."

            Blood Visions

            Sphere of Light was gone from vision.  Only a glow on the scape of distant glaciers could be seen.  The Rurquoe appeared first, followed by Tedstoe, then Isoe, then the Umoe.  As the three inner spheres closed distance between themselves and Rurquoe, I could feel The Rhythm of Existence strengthen its presence within my blood.  My skin had become warmer and my mind became sickened with fever, but I continued to braid Amethyst's hair until a flash vision startled Mokoi-yurumu.  "Amethyst!" I shouted in my mind. 

            "Another blood-vision."

            "Yes!  Human People's metal object being violent!  It was-"  I covered my eyes with my hands.  Shouted in my mind.  "Another?"

            I nodded.  "More are coming, faster now!"

            "What did you see?"

            "A Human People," I answered.  I sent the image.  The Human People was a He.  His skin was of a burnt-sienna color.  Eyes brown, slanting down slight upon high and wide cheekbones.  A woven robe enveloped him with stick Human People figures.  At the figure's feet and elbow joints were zig-zag lines.  There were four-pointed stars of red, yellow, black and white. 

            Amethyst smiled.  "Do not worry.  That is Monster Slayer's Spirit Keeper.  Mangowa Bangudja's friend.  He was a good Human People of a tribe called Bila ashdla ii.  He had given me permission to absorb his thoughts and you will learn much about him when re-birth permits you."

            "But my skin is becoming hot, and it is not right.  Body Rapture has never brought such heat to my skin."

            "It is part of your re-birth," Amethyst sent.

            Mokoi-yurumu recalled my birth.  My journey from the warm, aquatic World in the Dark into the bright, thin atmosphere of the World in the Light.  "Re-birth.  You must give me more of its meaning.  I need to understand more clear.  I am hot and I do not like feeling this hot.  Mokoi-yurumu desires to know why I must experience re-birth.”  Amethyst was cognitive silent.  This worried Mokoi-yurumu.  "Mokoi-yurumu is curious why you are not sending.  Mokoi-yurumu desires to know if re-birth is bad for Mokoi-yurumu.”  Sadness was overwhelming Amethyst.  Sadness poured into Mokoi-yurumu.  "Something is wrong with Mokoi-yurumu.” 

            She nodded.  "You are dying," she finally sent.

            "Death.  Mokoi-yurumu must know if his death is the same law of death that Forest Mist People are obligated to follow."

            "Different."

            "Different.  You must tell what is the difference.  Mokoi-yurumu does not desire death as an obligation to follow.  Mokoi-yurumu cares too much for Amethyst to journey to The Infinite without you.  Mokoi-yurumu must stay and be your companion.  Mokoi-yurumu must remain in Sensoria to attract all the good Emotion Beings and enable them to inhabit you."

            Amethyst was crying into to her hands.  She could not look at me.  "You can not be with me much longer.  Quiet Mind is not quiet anymore.  It desires to unite with Active Mind.  When both minds unite, they will give birth to a new mind composed of themselves.  When this metamorphosis is complete, you will not be Mokoi-yurumu anymore."

            Mokoi-yurumu mused.  I did not know what to feel.  "I do not understand.  Mokoi-yurumu must know who Mokoi-yurumu will become after re-birth.”  I sensed her dissonance.  "You are hesitating.”  Mokoi-yurumu could feel her dissonance build to pain.  "You are hurting.  You tell me.  I demand to know who Mokoi-yurumu will become after re-birth."

            Amethyst began to cry, her head slumped between her knees as her body quivered.  "Different," she managed to send as her answer. 

            "Mokoi-yurumu must know if your new companion will fulfill your desires.” 

            "I do not know."

            "The Infinite must know."

            "The Infinite does not know."

            "Quiet Mind and Active Mind must know."

            "They are only components and the United Mind will only know when re-birth is complete, but you will experience your whole origin of existence before you die.  All questions you have ever asked about yourself will be answered.  After the re-birth you will become New Being.  You will be an intermingled composition of the Active Mind of Mokoi-yurumu and your ancestral memories stored within Quiet Mind.  I will supplement the thoughts of your minds with the ancestral thoughts that reside in my mind."

            "You will desire New Being.  Mokoi-yurumu desires to know if you will feel more emotional attraction for New Being than you felt for Mokoi-yurumu."

            "I have no choice," she sent.

            "That is good.”  I smiled.  "Mokoi-yurumu does not fear to leave you if New Being will make you become inhabited with Happiness."

            "Yes, but New Being...I do not know.  I have both committed and been a victim of many shameful acts.  Those memories are what I have concealed from you, Mokoi-yurumu.  I could not let you know them, but soon you will.  The unknown Spirit Being will know also and he may not care to be my companion after acknowledgment.”  Amethyst stood, wiping the tears from her cheeks.  "Come, Mokoi-yurumu," she sent.  "It is time for us to go to the other side, to the desert region.” 

            "Desert region?  That is where The Forbidden Canyon resides."

            "Yes."

            "The Forbidden Canyon is dangerous to observe."

            "Yes."

            "Mokoi-yurumu desires to know why we must go to The Forbidden Canyon if it is dangerous to observe."

            "It is necessary."

            Necessary.  Mokoi-yurumu pondered for a short duration of moments.  I was now certain Mokoi-yurumu would die so there was no reason for Mokoi-yurumu to avoid The Forbidden Canyon.  I envisioned the image within Amethyst's mind.  I channeled, I shimmered and in moments, we were standing at the top of a desert mesa, on the other side of Sensoria.  Sphere of Light was hot and angry, as she always seemed to be on this part of the globe but her presence was partially obstructed by Dim Sphere, as he slowly eclipsed his companion. 

            Through Amethyst's perception, Mokoi-yurumu concentrated on the images on the desert plain below us.  Surrounding a dozen large ponds were bands of Rocky Desert Sand People, wearing loin cloths and wide-angle cone visors upon their heads.  To Mokoi-yurumu the shape of the ponds resembled large grooved footprints all of them in a uniformed order which made an outline similar to wings.  "Human People's metal flying thing made those imprints.”  Amethyst magnified the imprints in her mind and sent the image to Mokoi-yurumu.  "I used it to bring me to Sensoria.”  Amethyst sent to me.  "In itself, it was a bad thing and I should have not come here, but the landing prints the metallic beast left behind became useful to the Rocky Desert Sand People.”  She looked up into the bright blue sky.  "Sometimes the remains of bad things can do good.”  A Saurian-Eagle was soaring high above, eyes keen for prey. 

            “Where did the Human People’s metal flying thing go?”

            “I told the artificial thinker to guide it back to the Void of Misguided Forms.  It disturbed my emotion to see it leave while I remained.  It went that way into the Expanse.”  Amethyst fixed her eyes behind the Saurian for a moment, then she looked down and far into the distance, where there was an enormous gash in Sensoria's flesh. 

            "The Forbidden Canyon."

            "Yes.”  Amethyst confirmed.

            Mokoi-yurumu noticed a sudden change in the Saurian-Eagle's direction.  The Saurian saw prey -the Rocky Desert Sand People.  It tucked its wings and descended quickly.  Mokoi-yurumu watched as the Rocky Desert Sand People scattered and dissolved into mounds of sand that were completely concealed under their large conic visors. 

            Darkness suddenly swept over Amethyst and Mokoi-yurumu.  Sphere of Light and Dim Sphere were conjuring Eclipse.  The Forbidden Canyon was alive.  It's black walls were aglow with bright purple fissures.  The walls began to pulsate.  I could feel The Forbidden Canyon beckon Mokoi-yurumu into its depths, into its unseen depths. 

            "It is time," Amethyst said.

            "No!"  I resisted.  "Mokoi-yurumu is inhabited by Fear."  I cried out in silence, my mouth wide, no sound.  Lavender splashed bright and chaotic within my mind and my blood-visions appeared erratic and out of control.  Sensoria began to quake.  She was angered with my behavior, with my denial but Amethyst took dominance and forced my form into particles.