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People Don't Have to Bleed to Death
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People Don't Have to Bleed to Death |
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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
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 Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
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 |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
quote: She certainly does... and it was our good fortune the day she showed you through this door... Thank you, Jaime! |
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youcan'tseeme Member
since 2004-01-30
Posts 88 |
this got me wondering... |
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