At its highest point on a bright sunny day, the great life giving Sun is blazing down on the vast savanna below.
– The naked Man alone is basking in its warmth.
He is standing up and dozing lightly in the noon day sun. The Man in this stance, was leaning casually on several long poles. Each spear is tipped with sharp flints. Round his waist is a pouch made of animal skins.
– It conveniently covers his groin.
The folded skin contains yet more sharp flints, fire stones, fine grasses, and other things that he holds dear. A long flint axe is twisted into the thong at his waist.
– Its handle presses against our genitals, it feels comfortable there.
A slight breeze makes us open our eyes. We can smell them coming closer. The Man : smiling slightly, looks down to his hardened feet, and then his missing shadow.
– It’s almost time.
Now our eyes slowly travel across the great grassland that we are standing on. In the distance, we can see the great trees waving gently in the wind. Our eyes continue on, and we look to the rising Mountains beyond.
– We have been there, and walked to their summit.
Up there, and looking round in wonder; we discovered that we could go no further up, and the ground we could see from here : went on even further.
Standing on that high peak, we discovered that the great black sky above us, the silver Moon, and the bright spots were still out of our reach.
– Up there was a place we cannot go.
We spoke to the great Moon and pleaded to the stars, but they didn’t answer our questions. We realised in that moment, that the place up in the black; is where the great sky gods of thunder and rain must live.
– And we couldn’t ask them for favours.
On that high place, and in the light of another dawn. We stared in wonder at the mighty warming Sun rising over the horizon. As it did every day without any assistance from us. In its bright light, we looked in amazement at the world on the other side of the mountains.
– Here, we discovered; that it went on forever.
We remembered that trip well, and we smiled at what we had discovered. Our eyes move from the mountains to our left, as a low growling came from the caves in the ridge that rises besides us. Here we can see the deep holes that holds the vermin.
The animals that live there, come out at night; and Hunt.
– They would hunt us if we allowed it.
– We do not.
Their home [‘below’] the ground is a place of death, a place of the underworld. It is a place where we can go, but we do not without a good reason.
– It is a place of the demons.
– Grinning harshly, we stare intently at the cave entrance.
We have gone into the ‘deeps’ armed with fire, and in that low place : we have sent messages to the other powers that lived there : demanding at first, then asking for favors.
– And finally, begging.
We knew that our drawings of the mighty herds that we desperately wanted to return, we’re still in that place.
Those powerful paintings of our life force : will be protected by the demons.
– For all time.
– And for all time, a part of us will reside there.
Such was the arrangement I made with the other ones from the deep. We knew in our heart, that when it was our time to return to the fold of our tribe, when we were no longer able to hunt. Than at that time of our joining, and departing : we knew, that one small piece of us, would be held, and remain; in that cave forever.
– In that place, where we made the deal.
We swallowed hard at that memory and considered our contract with the demons.
– It must have worked, because the vast herds had returned.
We decided in that moment, that we would only tell our first born Son : of the nature of the deal: that we made with the others in the depths of that place. We felt that only he would know, and understand; our sacrifice we made for the tribe.
Looking from the caves we regard the massive herds of animals, now returned to the great green savannah’s.
We understand, that our prayers to the demons in the underworld have worked.
Behind him, (we) : turn at a noise in the valley below us. We grip our spears more tightly, as we do; our hand quickly goes down to pull out our flint axe hanging from our waist bag.
– We turn, ready to kill.
In that stance, disgust as a low growl is emitted from our throats, and in that noise our anger is rising. ‘How dare they stalk me’ we consider, as our blood-rage rises. We are ready to kill the day Hunters. To face them head on.
– Our raw-anger is now unstoppable.
We know, we will take one, (or two) : down with a good cast. As it was howling and trashing around with a spear embedded in it, (or them) : We would throw stones at the rest; the Hunters would soon scatter. They were cowardly animals, they were vermin : neither the dogs, or cats packs could face us down.
When they retreated, we would run in and skin the dying animal alive.
– As we did it, we would scream abuse at the rest.
– They would scatter.
– Our tactics are sound.
– The day Hunters have learned to avoid us.
Our killing anger begins to abate, as we see that it isn’t a pack of Hunters in the valley below, but our tribe making its way through the thicket.
– We relax again.
– And a new emotion of joy flows through us.
They have seen our beacon fire we have set on the hill for the last three nights, that even now smokes with the green leaves we put on it this morning. Our satisfaction of looking at the returning animals, is amplified greatly as we see our large troupe has finally arrived.
– Our depression, over [‘our’] deal with the demons; is forgotten.
We grin looking at our Band. There are many more there, that can be counted on two hands. We see them walking in a long line, with the men in the center of the snaking column. We nod with approval, seeing his brothers have long double poles slung between pairs of them. Strung across the stout poles, are the skins that contain the tribe’s wealth. The women and children, armed with long tipped spears were walking as outriggers. They were protecting the skins of (his/our) successful group of Hunters.
The Man, (us) : Smiled at their arrival. He considered that tonight, under the Moon and Stars, they will eat well. He considered further, that sat around the campfire: He would relate his story of going into the depths of Hell, and tell them of his successful messages to the demons there.
– We smile at our plan.
– We turn and regard this great world we live in.
– Our smile turns into a broad grin.
– In that grin, is a deep contentment at what we have.
Behind us a deep rumble echo’s across the great plains. The Man knows that it’s only an approaching rain storm, but one with bright lights and bolts that can kill. In that noise he is worried that the gods above may be angry, that he asked the demons below; for help.
The Man considers yet again, that perhaps tonight; he should burn some of the flesh from the Hunt, and in the rising smoke: he will utter thanks to the great sky god’s. It may give them the honor, and show them that he has respect for them.
– That they deserve.
He considered further, that perhaps he should do this every day.
… In All Things – Keep An Open Mind.Thanks for reading, Jessica : Praise be the ORI:
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