Before

I dropped exhausted to the grass between two trees. I was laying on the earth looking up at the stars gasping for breath, when the sweaty face of my favorite Scot peered down from above me.

“So what was so bloody important, ye had to run off , before securing the person who tried to kill you.”

Holding my breath to steady my rasping , gasping breathing. The best I could do was point towards the stream gasping.
“look!”

“Aha ye have made ye self a wee mud ball, but why?”

As if on cue, and to my ego's relieve the mud ball sputtered and cracked open revealing the mangled mass at its center,
“ D DD Dro Drone.” I stammered.

“Ah yess, ye have caught a bug in mud, not as stylish as in amber, me doesn’t not think, lady, that it will catch on as a style. “

With that comment and my final dregs of manna I managed to toss some mud ,gifted from the river, catching James with a very proper splatting along the side of his head.

Betty

The crisp air of autumn finally started to dilute the late summer stale weather. This provided me some comfort from my bruised and exhausted feelings. I needed time in the sun, just to be there not doing anything. A friend of mine called it draying, defined as just looking out onto a restful beauty visage with nothing on your mind but the restful beauty of the visage. I was able to skate out this morning to find my self a place to do just that.

Considering what happened last night we were both extremely skilled, and lucky to have escaped with only cuts and scrapes, however our would be scum ball killer ended his evening with a close encounter by his own booby trap.

“Truly hoist by his own petard “

But the nearness of his almost killing us left me shaken and needing comforting.

This morning to keep the kids from panicking, I was hiding behind the excuse of being down with the flue. With the kids safely in school learning their lessons, becoming educated , I literally ran for the hills. With my expanded skills set I was able to find one of the toothier portions of the Cascade Mountains to find my isolation.

The grand Tetons looked like Tits, the Rocky's like a broken jagged mass, the Cascades look like teeth, big sharp teeth many covered with moss sprouting waterfalls from the gaps between. I found one with a walkable surface covered with moss and trees like bushes. Here I found my spot, and was sopping up the view, enjoying the sun’s warmth and the incense of my tiny camp fire. If I had any wish, it would be for some Heavenly breakfast blend dark roast, but to have that would require me to take an uncomfortable travail from my comfy location, so I put that on my brain’s back burner, to remember for the next time I visit here.

The morning was young and the sun was still weaving up along the surrounding hills, gently warming the fresh autumn chill causing the evening dew to become vapors and to lift from the living surfaces as a living plasma of life, it was not just moisture but it contained all the essences of life. These essence enveloped everything in its path working its way upward into the higher branches of the trees, and reminded me why I loved this part of the world so deeply. Here I could find the just right amount of connection with and, yet some small necessary separation from the primordial essence of the juices of life itself. I am not a frog I still need dry sunlight but please understand this has not only been a dry summer but also a dry period in my life, and I needed some grow juice to kick me off into the next act of my life.

Feeling a questing for me, I reluctantly answered wondering why my world could not stay saved, on its own, by itself, for just a little while longer. A gentle reply was given as to only desiring to be sure of my safety and well being.

I replied “ If it is my well bean you are questing about, a good thermos of my breakfast blend, with cream would be appreciated.”

All went quiet on the other end and I returned to my draying. Remember there is no time keeping when you dray, it is not draying if you are doing it on the clock. In fact I had slowed time down around me just so, the void in time allowing me enough space to do this properly.

From my Owl's nest perch above I watched the last few active insects rush about tending to their restless chores, the bear cubs eating berries with their mom. A hawk snatching a slow mouse as an in flight appetizer for the hawk's travels south for winter.

Because plants can't migrate they scramble in their own way, I could see the all leaves tracking the sun, every plant, and remaining blossom ,playing heliotrope, so they could pack away the food energy they needed to sleep through the winter., so they may awaken again in the spring. It was slower but just as aggressive as any animals preparations.

Being distracted by watching life unfold around me I was allowing the stress and tension to slide out of my body and spirit, renewing me and allowing my self to become one with in the circuit that's life, gifting the tension to the earth who uses that energy to feed other processes. Becoming a part of the circuit, allowing mother earth to perform her job, in keeping the cycle of life perpetuate. Being traditional first people my family taught me this, and allowed me to be proud to be a part of the cycle.

Modern People's pride, sees themselves as separate from the earth, that point is what makes them civilized, not savages like us aboriginal first people's, Old Celts or the like . They don't see mother earth as their champion or friend. But an adversary, to be dominated , never to be trusted, that belief slowly kills them, bringing a new meaning to the term 'anal retentive' as one who proudly, and selfishly hoards their shit. By not allowing the recycle of their burden willingly. They are strangling themselves with pride, rather than participating in the earth's dance. In simpler terms these people are full of shit, and die liking it that way.

Owls are called the night eagles and that makes us a part of the raptor family of birds. We need the wind under our wings and the vantage that altitude gives us. There is a need of freedom sailing in the air all birds of prey hunger for, this is something I needed but until now haven't had since living in Scotland. I suddenly had the hunger to cleanse my self with the wind being in the perfect place to do that. My renewed vigor and strength allowed me to find one of the loftier perches on my chosen stone spire. I climbed into the sunlight and spread my arms out onto the wind and cried my wind song grand mother taught me

I was rooted to my spot as the winds whipped my clothing around me with tornado force trying to dislodge me gaining no purchase on my inner self or flesh. I felt totally cleansed and solid with what I just sworn. My hearing was that of thousands of drums beating in the air with the songs of a thousand more ancestors in and around me. I was in the biggest Pow Wow dancing in the Woman's circle with all my relatives from the past to the present. Totally one with its eternal rhythm of the earths heart beat then for the first time I knew what I was doing was totally correct and I was where I was suppose to be. Until this moment I had the same problem every one else has had at one time or another, and that is doubt in my own correctness. That is no more room for doubt certainty of knowing filled me and it felt grand. The singing and dancing went on in the sacred space around me for a while then it slowly wound down leaving me very satisfied and fully focused on my received guidance and wisdom in this manner.

Descending back to my fire I found a thermos of coffee and some food with a note.

You pray for our spirits, allow us to feed your body,

There was spring water ,fry bread, with honey, roasted venison, seasoned Frijoles with greens and rice, and hand made warm corn and flour flat breads. and Green salsa I didn't realize just how hungry I was until smelling this wonderful food, bringing completeness to my experience.

Merry meet, to all who have entered here, in this our imagination lit world. Allow me to introduce my self, I am the Teller of this realm, or simple Tells. I am the cosmic story teller of both legend, and lore, of all peoples of all lands near and far away. If it is to be told I can recite it from heart because it is who and what I am. What I seek is to share with any, and all who will receive as entertainment, or give to those who seek knowledge of what was. I am the living memories of who you would call the Creator.

So welcome to my fire circle, and I bid you to hold the listening feather while I take up the talking stick. listening feathers quietly listen to what is told, and talking sticks Tells the tale. I am, like your selves, but a portion of the limitless grand being we all know as the Creator. I am not trying to upset any one's understanding of the cosmos , but all that exists is a part of the body of what many of you call God.

It has become common belief among the people of your planet that the effort of one person falls way short of getting any thing done. That is simply not so, and you must become aware of that fact with total certainty, or Like being on the dock watching the last rescue ship pull away, you may suffer the worst for your doubt.

With the decision having being made by Betty and her merry band, the Creator of all, now allows me to disclose to you, knowledge of my presence. More to the point I am allowed to inform you this woman's decision to stand, will effect the outcome of everyone with in this story, and the world it occurs on. As an impartial observer as I have no Ox to be gored in this drama, she could have just walked away leaving a very different outcome to this situation.

The process of creation and destruction leaves much the same aftermath. Look at any construction, or demolitions location, you will find a lot of loose detritus, or trash scattered about. The creations of all that is the universe, and the destruction and recycling by the ages of many celestial objects has left a lot of stuff spinning, and traveling to all random directions with no destinations in particular. It was such a chance event, which created your small oases, framed by the infinite sea of black of your lonely quiet neighborhood of this galaxy.

I spoke earlier of the Creator, now I will speak of there messengers. Messengers such as Raven,, and Coyote both who only marginally respects the order of things. Raven who prefers to creating randomized events, which disorders those who are too serious, or think they can out wit the Creator. Coyote who ties the laces of your shoes together with his, just to laugh at the both of you rolling around in the dust.

The Creator placed your world in isolation to see if it is possibly to mature immortal beings, starting with mortal ones. Immortality by definition means without limitations. So when limitations gain dominance, the Creator sends their messenger of chaos to loosen thing up.

Raven floated in the black, seeking within, a vision, a special some thing that would gracefully, and with eloquence alter the sedentary elements , who hold your world in thrall using there ruler ship to stifle the Creators intent.

Unlike Raven’s cousin to the south, Coyote, who is more of a slapstick comedian thus more of a blunt force trauma is preferred for the individual, but not for theses cosmic adjustments. Raven thoughtful and careful manner, provided the ideal tool for the Creator’s desires.

As Raven dreamed a flash of inspiration shown deeply from the black of space. A mere speck on the cosmic scales, but just the right size for Ravens thoughtful plans. It glowed duller than it's sibling objects, but it contained just the correct mix, of this, and that, to season the new stew of changes that your world requires.

Black against black Raven’s form moved against the back drop of the star field. At these distances Raven’s movements were invisible to those on your lonely blue planet. It was not until Raven opened its wings again fully coming back into being, just outside your solar system that the instruments were registering an object that blotted out of the star field behind it. The unknown object moved quickly then appeared to bounce off the gravity of Jupiter back out into space, relieving the scientists concerns. But unseen by most, something fired first through the Oort belt that scientists didn't notice coming, the long way around their way. Behind the glare of your star the dark comet scarred to its core started to shine with a brilliant multicolored aura, which radiated a fireworks like display, comprised of the comet's internal boiling dark matter. That was in your year of 1999, now in your year of 2014, the remains of that body, is a cloud of dark debris traveling along its intended decaying orbit towards it's destination, more on that at a later time TTFN.

James

Before we could run down where the first person got in there was another attack the very next evening by four Mercenary Assassins this time at the town hall on Betty and Louise. the remains of one of the attackers was being examined by a special group of government officials who are trained to keep quiet the activities of any unseen abnormal clashes.This group are the cleaners who tidy up after any dust offs. They investigate the situations and send to adjudication by a special body of judges and legal experts.….

Some one was working overtime trying to pin Betty's hide to a wall, this was the second attempt on her in a twenty four hour period and these blokes fared far worse then the first who she swatted him with his own flash bangs. He is under lock up awaiting the end of this deposition.

One of the agents I was familiar with and had worked with before was Agent Blackthorn Between the two of us stood a tall man frozen in place with a look of hate tinged with a slight bit of surprise on his face. Black was walking around the now statuary like a posed person examining this newest addition to his work load. Me is nay liking the way me old friend was acting towards the situation.

“ James if something is strange and interesting you are some how connected to it.”

“Nay Bob there are so many interesting things in this world why would ye accuse me of that type of bad manners mate. I am one of the least bothersome sweetest blokes you have ever met, Bobby. So I am a wee bit offended by your unfounded accusation.”

“ James it may have been a few years since your last brush up with the big assassin you put through the wall after ripping off his arm and beating him over the head with it. But you are hardily Polly Pure heart are ye you balmy Scotsman yutz ?.”

'Oh I did forget about that wee bit of an incident. To be honest that rat faced black hearted fool was trying to kill me queen. ”

“You put him through 2 walls James into the lap of the consultant for Halliburton, getting blood on her dress.”

“ I thought she took it quite well, he did sneak in with her to do this deed. If ye have a point to get to please do ,your insults are becoming a bit tiresome Bobbie. Oh how is you uncle Bill”

“James McGuffen before I forget my religion, And only my grand mother calls me Bobbie, and Bill is not my relative. “

I had more than a wee smile on my face when Bob turned to our well done corpse .

“Now Jamsey what can you tell me about our subject Mr A.”

With that Bob lightly touched the barrel of the gun in Mr A's extended hand with a pencil tip. Doing that Mr A in a cascade of falling crumbling dust fell in milliseconds into a pile of charred dust with Bob exclaiming softly

“ Shit”

“Well Bobbie the first thing I would tell ye, is nay to do that, Ye will find his remains a mite bit fragile”

Bob was starring at the now pile of evidence with his mouth open. His first technician commented

“Well that answers the question of how to store him.”

The second technician dryly told the first.

“Boss, I will go get the evidence vacuum, with a clean filter.”

The first technician quickly recovered telling Bob.

“ Don't worry agent Cosby we already got all the data we needed, in fact this makes it easier to store our dried villain/ killer here, he now will conveniently fit in a smaller box.”

“ James answer me straight what did this to him.?”

“It is a who Bob, My newest responsibility named Ms Betty White Owl. She told him to freeze and he and his three friends tried to shoot her. She was faster with a spell than they were with there gun's.”

“Betty White Owl, Haven township's municipal building, last night about 1800 hours. I think it was a frost spell that went a little over kill, , but she was really annoyed this was the second recent attempt to kill her.,and the mayor Louise."

"Annoyed, hell you say, good god what would she do if she was really pissed off ?."

“Bob no one would ever know he ever existed, and the devil would have a new bar stool.”

“Gooneys James I missed you buddy, but not this wanked out strangeness that follows you around like a puppy dog. Ann was bad enough but she at least she followed the code you unseen live by. now this one shows up.”

“ Agent Black during Ann's time that was a cold war. Haven is now under physical attack and whoever it is are gunning for any one who is running things. Armon thinks it might be one of his long lost relatives but he doesn’t know for certain. If it is the person who he thinks it is, we are due for a very wicked spell, as she is an Untouchable.

Betty's patron is the same as mine meaning this time, unlike the last , there will be no backing up or backing down. Betty is First people and she will not surrender even one centimeter of our stand, because we are protecting some of her people who live behind us. I need to pass this on my King, who is considering backing Betty in any fight that develops. Which may drag in your less desirable resident population of the untouchables. This could get really deeply messy.. Know that Betty will nay pull any punches she nay has any room to move or maneuver or to play nice nice."

“Your Boss lady is known as the the Morrigan isn't it.? She has been very quiet for a long time. Why is she playing in our back yard.?

“I nay can tell you Black, the ladies have there own thoughts, and way about them, but on this present situation all three are in agreement, the last time that happened Rome fell. Also that time even your contents heavy hitters joined in the effort taking them down. I suspect the ladies Morrigan's have your problem children's blessings, and there help in this present situation. Hell they may have even invited the ladies to help. Both Raven and Coyote are partial to my lades charms. And White Buffalo Calf Woman is a fan of the belief in the sovereigns of your first people. Add Quetzalcoatl and our dance card is full. Crazy looking to have a party. “

“Talk about your nightmare team, add she who will not be named and we have a whole ware house of whoop ass opening up letting whole a lot of crazies loose.”

“Bob to borrow from your analogy You have a can of worms where each worm has their own can of open worms waving them at ye.”

Bob was looking James in the eyes when he suddenly had a red phone receiver in his hand. There was an answer from the other end then Bob rattled off a series of numbers and letters. “Thank you please inform him I will await for his office to return my call with further instructions. Yes thank you madam Secretary.”

"Ok James let’s see the next Bloke prepare me how bad a shape is he in."

“Ah he is in dandy shape only roughed up just a bit. His operating name is Griefer, and he had a minder drone following him around. that should ring a bell or two for Ye Bob, and for the sport of it we have said drone in nearly intact condition for your examination. That should be worth something to Ye me Bucko ”

“James how is it you dig your self into a hole in one situation then spring your self with the next.?”

“I be living a clean life Agent Blackthorn a very clean life.”

Betty

'I had just gotten back to the township office and was talking to Louise when four masked gunmen stormed into the reception front office. I just reacted yelling freeze which was another power spell and they did permanently. Now I was being debriefed by Fay as to what happened.

Fay

“Do you think child that you can possibly manage all of the interactions nuances, and details of this evolution and make no mistakes, I never picked you for an egotist Betty.

I saw her face roar into a deep fire engine red out of total embarrassment.

"You look so cute when you blush Betty, but ye have to get real with ye self about some things. One, ye are going to make mistakes Two, some of ye mistakes are not mistakes but a higher hand taking charge".

"Fay I dusted four people yesterday I reduced them to frozen dried ash when all I was trying to just subdue them. Subdue you can produce information, freeze dried produces ,awkward. fragile statuary thus we get no information. Simply told, I let my self get pissed and...”

“You are still alive so is Louise. This has become a take no prisoners war game love, and ye need to put some of your druthers on hold until your opposition gets the Idea that trying to kill you or others close to you, is not in there best interests. Judging from there opening gambit of sacrificing a knight and four pawns, there either desperate, or inexperienced, may be both.”

Fay. Don't rule out stupidly ill informed. Because there are some other things you need to know. When I returned to my meditation perch, today a couple of things happened since I left and before this morning. Big number One several of the surrounding topographical features have shifted closer in position to my prayer and oath stone to approximately start to form a circle and had grown by themselves into something like a gargantuan Saracen standing stone. Big number two my safety valve let go, draining me of my extra flow from fighting Stormzilla , so I think I am at full power again..”

“ Let go as in all over the place?”

“Yes it was really messy but the spring that suddenly appeared near by afterwards, took care of my clean up and when I returned to my fire circle the mess had been absorbed into the rocks leaving only some large crystals of rose quartz, all of this freaked me out ”

“Betty my lass worry not, ye have been blessed with acceptance by the land its self, THE LAND itself has chosen to bond with you in the strongest of ways. The last to have that happen was well before my time. Oh my Betty this is a ,very ,very powerful omen, it also points to something else I think I need to communicate with Mom on this before I say any more. But ye have nay anything to be worried about James, is plugging the holes that let the rats in and your more than able to take care of your self again with Alease's help,and ye children be safe with Lilly and Melissa. so take the day off have a good dinner with your kids and enjoy your good fortune.”

“You do have a way of putting me at ease Fay; thank you very much I think I need to lie down until the kids get home from school, there has been too much happening for my nerves to follow.”

I bid Betty a good day and immediately started to plan what I would need to prepare the gift I think will set her feelings right. With the earth being so plastic and cooperative at this time it is the perfect time to do this for her she will just squeal for joy when we surprise her. Mom is going to love this I just know.