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Calm Carl


Why Bezeal Went To The City

On a moonlit beach shadows of clouds played on the rocks. Shaman-Ca watched as the horse Bezeal trotted the rock in rhythm with the sea and air.

"I will dance 'til my spirit bleeds. Worlds spin fast and you stamp your feet." She called across the cove.

"Your body moves to an ancient beat." Replied the white horse in joy of the age of the crones' spirit.

Shaman-Ca wondered where Bezeal had been. The scratches and dirt on his body smelled strange to her.

Bezeal was tired, for he had galloped to release the smells and his energy was sapped.

"I am tired. I needed to run I have been to the City and could do no more than trot for three days. No room." Bezeal explained.

The old goblin woman shouted from her ledge,

"Release the pressure as well as the smells, yes Bezeal?"

Bezeal shook. The sweat flicked into the moonlit sky and became stars. It hit rock and crystallized becoming one with the rock. Where the beads dropped in the water a new creature swam.

Shaman-ca came to Bezeal when he was still, she spoke softly to him.

"With my bird-bone rattle and my goat skin drum. With my cold river eye, and my hot fire tongue. Did you see me when you were running wild? Will you bring me to your madness child?'

Bezeal related his story to the unnamed star, the ragged queen.

"I followed a brother who was taken by machine to the city."

Bezeal had no reason, many brothers had gone before, owned grounded brothers always left in machines and Bezeal had never followed before. This brothers' love, desire to be free was known to Bezeal and he felt he would be freed and had gone to rejoice with him...

"When I found him I spoke to his spirit. The fire and the fury and the fear were wed and he crooned and swayed at the misty edge."

Shaman-ca felt Bezel’s 'brothers' fear and fury blow through her untamed womb leaving a jagged seam.

"There's much to be learnt through a crazy eye."

Said Shaman-Ca and she began to massage Bezeal. Her strength, her knowledge, her love brought ease to him. And he slept. And he dreamt.

Shaman-Ca watched the moon.

Bezeal rocked like a nest in a shifting marsh. He opened his thoughts and let them wander, and Shaman-Ca thought of her knowledge of the place where Bezeal had been, and of the trees of the place thought of forests of trees. The birds thought of their other brothers who were gone, they thought of the distant brothers who had disappeared and had no children. For the history of a place belongs to all.

Shaman-Ca offered this knowledge to Bezeal. His thoughts were open and welcoming.

Bezeal awoke and thanked Shaman-Ca for the massage.

"Joy can be found. Anywhere."

He said.

"My home is the claw of a tangled path"

Replied Shaman-Ca.

"I know nothing is as it seems."

Said Bezeal and he left the cove and Shaman-Ca thanked the moon for her help in showing Bezeal her knowledge. Then she slept.