Description
For a description of my character, and that of my comrades in the dream you may want to go to the end of the book to review: the 'Profile of Characters' and look at some of the pictures I have provided, but for this part of the book, let me be descriptively speaking, on my looks--: my upper jaw extended out, but not too far out. I didn't walk quite upright resembling modern man, or as one might say, the more highly specialized primates; but then I didn't drag my hands akin to the Branch-People [the folks that lived in the Trees, who were really a mixture of primates--I think; some slow-moving, others very quiet and some fast-moving, most were plant life eaters]; we were beyond that stage. My forelimbs, maintained an adaptation for climbing, yet we frowned on it, we'd rather run the solid ground than jump from limb to limb. And we had advanced from sleeping on cliffs, and in trees [or I should say most of us had], to sleeping in caves.
My weight was about 160-pounds, probably I was a breed between a few different species, as I implied before, like the Branch-People, or people that lived in the trees, we had what was called subfamilies [I sensed in my dream we had mated with the Branch-People, and possibly with the People of the Fire; that is, during the first part of my dream; as the dream went on many things were clarified]; as I am describing, please do not infer that I am trying to say: I believed I came from a long line of reincarnations, for that is far from the truth of the dream [again I repeat, I may have been mixture of many groups, like a bowl of vegetable soup one might add]. If anything is to be inferred, it might be that the God of Eve saw pity on the Horde and gave it a cranial uplift; meaning, a bigger brain, or greater capacity to reason. But I am getting off track, let me refocus. As I was about to add, I was not, I say not robust, in body structure, and not as hairy as the Branch-People [thank goodness], nor did I have their dark completion. Plus I could make odd looking tools out of chipped stone, and bone for the most part; where they couldn't [the Branch-People that is]. Furthermore, I did not have heavy brawn bridges akin to the Branch-People; rather I looked more reminiscent of a specimen from the succeeding stage of human evolution, again possibly Homo habilis, or the next stage. In any event, I ran around naked, with no smugness about doing so, nor did my Horde feel any different in their nakedness. I never knew what cloths was until I had seen the 'People of the Fire,' wearing them, and the new breed, whom was to appear on the horizon.
Ways of the Groups
These people, the People of the Fire, lived in a community setting, and had skins covering parts of their body; I often wondered why, seeing as they had the gift of heat from the monster-fire [s] they'd build: of which they created each evening. But they did. However, as time would go on, this would become clearer to me, yet prior to the advent of seeing Eve; it was most oblivious to me.
We ate mostly the things the People of the Fire ate, and even some of the greenery and fruits the Branch-People ate. For the most part, on the side of the People of the Fire, we ate fish [cod, etc], reptile, and mammal [shrew], wolf and boar meat at times: when available; --along with dog and sometimes rats. We ate everything raw, but the People of the Fire, let the meat burn until it looked savagely discolored with a brown, and crust covering over it. I and Little-eyes, my friend and sidekick, would watch them as they ate [Little-eyes, my associate, if you will]; we hid in the thick of the forest, among its branches high up in the haughty trees, during the many nights as they ate. Someday I'd try that I told myself, just for curiosity sake, that is, cook the meat, but no sooner had I said that, I forgot I had the idea to do this, and even though I may have thought it again, I never did try to cook meat, no, not in my entire whole life. I think the body gets accustomed to certain things, and so it was as it was, left in a vault in the back of my mind, only to be brought back into focus when triggered by some future need or necessary.
[Short-legs--speaks] Sometimes they did odd looking movements, someone called it 'donsing,' or 'dancing.' Whichever it was, with their hitting of hands, and the skins of animals tightened onto wooden drums, it all made quite a spectacle while they did this dance around the fire, the thumping of the drums made my mind and blood boil, I wanted to join them, run and go mad almost with them, mad like them. Sometimes when I was alone ('I never told Little-eyes this for surely he'd not believe it if he had never seen it for himself ((and in consequence, he had not seen it...')) I had seen that they even ate their own kind--but they just never did it when Little-eyes and I were together. In the cooling season, the warmth of the burning trees below, would descend up into the branches, and warm me up, I'd even fall to sleep now and then, but I knew it was dangerous to do so: should I fall out of the tree, or off of a branch into their capture, I could very well be their next meal, who would miss me, no one I fear, well, not quite, my mother and brother would. Or for that matter, should a tree snake come up and swallow me whole, oh yes, swallow me whole, they were that big, they could digest me in a moment's time. All such things crossed my mind, so I'd never slept unless Little-eyes was with me, and then I could sleep, and I never tumbled from my sleep with Little-eyes watching me, and he'd stay awake watching to insure I kept my balance on the branches--be it all night or day. This really was an endless show, I could watch them day and night--every day and night, had I not anything else to do with my existence--that is.
The Begetter
With a Jaguar's eye,
And a Hawks air
He created terror
The Begetter's Dance
[Short-legs and Little-eyes--observing]
[The Dreamer] In my dream I noticed the one I refer to as The Begetter [for lack of a better name] had no love in him--only terror, he was a fighter, killer, antagonist, the beast of the group I'd say. The tribe called, 'The People of the Fire'-- somewhat worshiped him, with his big beefy-eyes, lowering eyebrows, flat nosed, thick lipped, heavy jawed, no neck to speak of, short arms, long mid section, curly-long hair freak; his movements were liken to a banshee; his spine was like the alligators, he was all that and more, much more, much more to his unshapely body than words can describe, with unbridled equanimity: a calm that very few can have one minute, and latch out the next--thus changing his composure at will to satisfy his desire in creating in his followers the exact behavior he wanted; like that of a jaguar's he presented himself to his followers, sly and shifting, apprehensive and still.
Little-eyes whispered to me [Me being, Short-legs] in the height of the tree over looking the Begetter as he stomped his feet into the sand, like a bull ready to charge, stopped next to the fire, reading himself for the: Begetter's Dance, a dance to incite his people, a dance he did often so they'd whispered him.
"Short-legs, he is a real savage, he scares me somewhat," said I inside of my mind-eye, he is surely full of destructive chemistry. Yes, I knew Little-eyes was a bit frightened of this specific character, it was evident, also apparent was--the tribesmen--that stood around him, as the blazing fire tried to reach the heavens, and he and his body seemingly separated but not really: his spirit and his body that is, shook as he dances around the encircled fire--even scared them, his followers, their faces were distraught. The drums and-dancing continued with heavy voices of cheers from the tribesmen and women, people which favored him, or pretended to.
[The Dreamer] Instinctively [within my dream], I disliked him for some reason, as he twisted about the fire like a snake around a tree, restless with his naked women standing by, off to the side of all the men, awaiting his command, then I thought as I, Short-legs, if this was not so scornful, I would call it delicious sin, but as I looked on I knew, for every laughter within that group, there would be a death. And here, I continued to look, to and fro, 'twas, a sight to see--for anyone to see, the nakedness of the dancer, the Begetter himself, pulling onto youthful men, as others watching him dance, boys ready to please this godlike figure: to tame his lust, it could not be overlooked [I actually wanted to get out of the dream, or race ahead of it, to get done with this part, but I feared I'd dissolve the whole of it, the dream should I interfere, and so I did not].
With malignant eyes, the Begetter looked right up into the tree where I was, I, yes me, Short-legs was in it, right into my eyes, or so I thought, or so it seemed, yet he didn't see us--although with a mild gaze I returned his look, and I did grow serious at its possibility. I wondered if he thought we might be some bears, big snakes, or birds, or whatever lurking about the branches, which often they do. Maybe nothing, maybe he thought nothing and just looked up. We had only made a little noise, the shifting of a few leaves that floated to the surface, as to lie down on other dying leaves.
The Drums and the Fire
Little-eyes had only seen the Begetter's dance once, I had seen it many times, along with the fire and drums, set the mood of the tribe, as he sought it to be; hence, all the tribe's men joined in the dance now, as wild creatures of the jungle. The young-boys, and the Begetter danced around the fire with painted rumps, in circles they'd go, as the older folk followed behind, three layers of creatures danced like savages in a circle, whispering, chanting as if there was a spirit they wanted to please. As if the Begetter was a god himself.
Said Little-eyes, to me:
"All seem to have their inventive tools in hand, look, O Short-legs, look..." and he pointed to the men clawing in spastic movements at one another like tigers, like tigers clawing at the limbs of one another, as they danced, as the thick of the night covered our identity high up in this tree. They clawed, danced, sang, and beat the drums, and blew the horns. If anything, it was seductive music, out of kilter; some of sounds were so loud, they seemed to ascend to the moon and cause an eclipse.
Reverberate, echoed the shaman, the Begetter, naked as a sparrow: his many sounds to his danced: says Little-eyes to me:
"He makes the women into animals of un-thinking love." [It was his way of saying, the Begetter made the women into whores, and he did, and there was no love in the dance of the Begetter, not for them--love was reversed.]
[The Dreamer] The empire outside this tribe--the jungle empire that is, was awoken by this tribes dominating madness: thus, they awoke, the creepers of the earth, the jungle rodents, beasts, snakes and tarantulas, all creeping up to the edge of the camp, looking, sensing, knowing they'd be coked out of life by these pale eyes that circled the fire, sooner or later, coked like the shadow that fades into nowhere. And they continued to dance the night away, inciting themselves unto exhaustion; their skin became fragmented with shades of different colors, reds and brushed colors, pale colors. And the women were raped--in the sense of being taken at will, without protest, and without liberty, as were the boys, as were some sacrificed to calm the hot blood of the Begetter's dance, and the hot blood of the skilled bowmen, the warriors of the group.
As the blackest rhythms of mankind's drums faded into sleep, Short-legs and Little-eyes, knew the night was ending, and it was safe now to go home. And so slowly they climbed down the tree to make their way back, as the fire became ash, and the tribes folks were fast asleep, and the creatures of the jungle had left to join their families as well; --therefore, pacing the jungle's paths back to the Valley of the Caves.
Little-eyes
[Short-legs' sidekick]
We even watched them [them being: the Fire People] one day capture bison, they chased them over a cliff, and when they landed [the bison, that is]--some on their foreheads, others on their sides, front legs, still others on their feet, and yet others tripping over others, and forming little mounds of crippled bison--they, they were in some kind of fixture, they called it a 'fence,' or 'corral,' I simply knew it as an enclosure of sorts, as my cave is, but this was open to the sky, whereas my cave of course is not -anyhow, they could not get out, again. Now that I think about it, think hard: I knew it was called a 'fence' for I heard them say so, and I heard them say this more than once, hence I can remember things, some things that is, for the most part, when they, or when it is repeated in succession, as they often did, and did in this one situation; I just couldn't put two and two together on how to pronounce it, the sounds that is. It was amazing, this fence-corral, type object; I must have gawked at it for the longest time, hours I bet. I had never seen the likes of it before. It was shocking, watching those beasts try to get out and hopelessly pinned in; it even occurred to me: how would they like this reversed? -that is to say, for the Stone-People to corral them in. Something resembling that will come next I'm sure, somewhere down the line.
These folk [or so called people] had bows and arrows, again, just a name to me, but they killed and wounded those who got struck with them, much like our carved rocks when we threw these items at them, or sometimes lunged at them with the longer sharpened rocks; that leads me to say they also had long wooden spears with stones in the ends of them, and clubs. We had not yet fastened the ends of rocks onto branches but it was coming to mind to do so, it looked promising, and possibly could become a custom in due time. I had not seen how they did it, but it could be learned I suppose--they learned it, I had told myself, why not me? It looked as if they tied some kind of cord, perhaps from the trees, or animal skins to hold the sharpened rock in place, and split the long-branch they called a spear. Furthermore, we only had small clubs, a sharp bone to protect us with: a tooth or if lucky a horn from an animal; and the Branch-People had even less, sometimes only stones, and nothing more than branches I guess, but they had Gigantic-a, or as we called him, Big-chest, their leader, although, there really was no leaders in our Horde or their group to speak of; on the other hand, I would not say this, or imply this if Big-chest was standing a foot from me.
2
Ancient Language
It might be fair to say, when I had first seen the couple, the two people of the Garden I referred to before, Short-legs, [me, in my dream] they were being escorted out of the Garden and a trifle sad looking at that. Thence, a huge angelic being, creature was behind them with some kind of flaming weapon, the likes of something I've never seen before. It was all too incredible to put into words, but my mind, my brain was awestruck at the sight, as was Little-eyes also astounded; I moved the greenery away from me to get a better look [hiding within a cluster of branches], a few branches hitting over my head as I moved about, was a bit unnerving, but I remained calm; I couldn't believe all this, all that was taking place, happening. Here we were and here we must remain, for the time being, --I told myself if I lived one-thousand years I'd never figure this ominous day out; --yet, on the other hand maybe this all was a warning for some future preparation. By and by, we kept watching these two people, akin to, two fish poking their heads out of the water we were, Little-eyes and I that is, yes, O yes, we were poking our heads out from among the leafy foliage and branches to get a better look
Eve's Physical Identity
As I Short-legs observed Eve, she had many facial contours showing, and good skin texture, full range of tones to it, rich in quality; she was nude, or one might say almost nude, like us, but unlike us, she was trying to hide it seemed, hide the space between her legs--for some reason unknown to us: us being Little-eyes and me. Her breasts were fully exposed as was her ribcage. I could see the curves of her back; the light on her was diffused with pleasing shadows. Her skin was much smother than ours; I tightened my mouth, thinking of her smooth skin against the sharp-spiky tall grass ripping the skin open as she left the garden, and the soft sand she was walking in--sinking sometimes in, and the sunlight acutely angled, creating a grave and peaceful mood-yet an intense texture. I could have been tempted to cover her up with one of the 'People of the Fire's garments,' had I had one.
As the sun came out a little more onto Eve, hard edged shadows were created by the directional sunlight, and presented strong shadows in her background; these presented images that were at its peak, she was a beautiful creature, maybe that is what females are suppose to be I told myself. Stern-toes would have liked to have seen this, with his automatic image-maker in his head and eyes--he loved to take pictures, create images, put them on trees and walks and rocks, you name it, if he could make an imprint of it into something, he would.
Her eyes darted with rays of light; --to view her form, front or back, was in both cases remarkable beautiful; her breasts were a perfect form [I must get off them breasts]: bronze and firm; her eyebrows were black-jet that curved with luster.
I would find out in later years, as I grew to more maturity, that their God, idol, spirit, a supreme being of some kind, invisible I guess, had intentions of starting a race or new species,--in lack of a better term, I differ to say, who was who in those far off days, a different variety of animal called human-beings is what it turned out to be of course. I think we belonged to this species, indirectly anyway, and so I felt more and more as time went on--we just didn't belong completely, meaning full heartedly, yet I do believe we had or acquired a soul somewhere along this line of interbreeding, or time of change over; and along came better reasoning--for us, likely because of them and their God; to this new variety we learned and owe much; this new order of being, which was obvious, had also an insidious dark side to their soul, one we never had I believe--akin to the Fire People, or worse; and this would also be part of our learning process, and adaptation. Maybe our brains in the Horde needed the capacity to mature, grow bigger, and in time it would, I sensed this the day I saw the Eve woman, yes, I sensed this was a day of euphony, but I could be mistaken.
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