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Jaime Fradera
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since 2000-11-25
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Where no tyranny is tolerable

0 posted 2005-05-25 11:09 AM



People Don't Have To Blead To  Death

I am in a big roomfull of people,
at a big cultural program
Where they are initiating a group of us
by performing native aboriginal rites.
They come to me with some sharp, jagged object
and punch a hole into my arm,
punch an ugly, ragged hole
into the vein
through which they normally draw blood.
(now I can just hear EA shrieking
in indignant indignation:
No! ... No!!! ... You can't do that!
No! ... No! ... You're going to kill him!)
All of us are having
holes punched in our veins as well.
Next, we are supposed to rub our wounds with everybody else's,
so that each of us
will have the blood of all of us.
I decide I can't stay
for part two of this absurd ritual.
I have to stop the profuse bleeding.
I leave the situation for a hospital
by just thinking about it.
A hospital official tells me,
as they are patching me up,
that they see many cases like this.
He says It is a fraudulent organization
engaged in very dangerous practices,
and that the Howard Government
is trying to put a stop to what they're doing.
I'm glad
people don't have to bleed to death.

Then Midnitesun comes.
She tells me that, actually,
she is secretly Australian.
I didn't know that! ... ...
I thought she was Alaskan ... ...
She says she keeps her feet on the ground.
Doesn't fall down Hawaiian craters.
Doesn't fall off the bottom,
the reverse side of the Earth.
She takes me to a ritual with her relatives.
No blood- letting here,
not even with blood relatives.
They gather for this rite
once each year.
In reality they can't stand each other
but, like Christmas
they have to do this every year.
She shows me where the mike will be,
says that she will tell me
when it is my turn.
In this ceremony, the live relatives
make tearful speeches about the dead relatives,
say nice things about them,
and how terrible it was they died, etc, etc.
And although I don't know these people,
I imagine the Pig Lady is there,
the one who raises pigs over permafrost,
and the Lost Sister.
I can't tell
which of these people are dead, or not.
Then it is my turn.
I step to the microphone, and tell them
how I revere Midnitesun.
The relatives start sneering, heckling,
making snide, sacasticstic comments.
The program is over.

I walk on a footpath with Midnitesun,
walking on rocks and through bushes.
I hear the birds.
I tell her:
there is something about the birds,
something about the rocks
and the bushes ...  

SC
He tried to show them that the world was round and he spun about vigorously on his feet to drive home his point.

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Earth Angel
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since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215
Realms of Light
1 posted 2005-05-25 12:00 PM



Jaime, you know me so well! That is most likely how I would have reacted to anyone trying to do you harm! Then I would have put a protective shield of Light around you!

~ and with Midnitesun by your side, you know you will be walking the Right Path!

You ain't heavy! You're our brother!

May your dreams be sweet this night!

Lovin' hugs,
EA

Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354
Listening to every heart
2 posted 2005-05-26 05:10 PM


quote:
She says she keeps her feet on the ground.


She certainly does...
and it was our good fortune
the day she showed you
through this door...

Thank you, Jaime!

youcan'tseeme
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since 2004-01-30
Posts 88

3 posted 2005-05-26 05:26 PM


this got me wondering...
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