Marjory Xiloj, Goodbyes and beginnings or just furtherings. (An Other Story)
Tonight waved off Blue, Blue Zebra Agent that is, back to his haunt among the dimensions. All the women crying ofcourse, he is so sweet. Had a party, ‘t was great even. Alex promissing he would take care of everything, Robert and Francis performing the last songs Blue had written. Julie painted his image together with Ur’yel in the temple, it is a beautifull image. Its like and icon but with a renaissance slant, Julie is very good at this, she can copy any kind of painting style and make it her own. As a final run we went to Siberia and for the last time shifted all together in to our panther forms and ran, ran as if our lives depended on it, a grey wolf met with us and ran along us untill we reached a high mountain. Blue stopped here, we all changed back,’This is it folks’ he said, he embraced us all and the grey wolf, saying,’Are you ready !?’. Wolfman answered yes. Blue opened a tear in the fabric of the world and………we saw Casa de los Viejos. We were all amazed, except Alex ofcourse, he isn’t fazed by anything. The men embraced our beloved Blue, the women embraced, hugged and kissed Blue and then, he put an arm around wolfman and they stepped through the tear in the fabric of the world. They both seemed very happy, they waved and we saw Blue closing the tear. We saw and heard a blip, a little stardust shimmering along the lines where the tear had been and that was that. We all made a circle, then and there, interlocking arms, our heads together, Alex looking at all of us, ‘Are we all in !?’, he asked, we all smiled, big smiles, happy, elated, exited, whatever words could describe the happiness we felt then and there. Our father, the collector, planner and creator was home safely and we would finish the job as the ancient progenitors of our line of Tolt had designed us to be. Blue returned to the place where, according to his own words, he had been most happy in his life, in a way it was sad…………because it was the most trying time in his life he chose to return to. There was so much courage in him, is, someone returning to the place where he had known the greatest stress on himself as a being and he voluntarily returned to that place. Afterwards we sat alone in the temple, the Q-men, John C. opened a new carton of his silkcuts, lit them and passed them around, smoke it for Blue, in his honor. Nobody ever smoked in the temple, this time we did, we saw the smoke go up, watch go up in to the round window, through wich we could see the stars, we saw orion above us, Blues’ star, our star, we watched and were silent. Francis played his guitar, he cried a little, in silence, he had been with Blue the longest. Julie just sighed and sighed, John C. walked around, smoking and watching the paintings on the walls, most were made by Blue, Robert just sat, Clear cried, she was Blues’ first female Q-men, Gemmy embraced her, Evelynn joined them both, Alex just stood there, looking up through the window, at the constellation orion, what was he thinking off, was he thinking, he is amazing, just as amazing as Blue, his twin brother. The same but a little different, short hair, no mustache, very and dangerously powerfull, no one would ever mess around with him, thats for shure. And me, well, i will miss the crazy sod, in the center of madness he was totally silent, harmonious and balanced, he could not live the normal life anymore, seen too much, done too many crazy things, he had grown beyond the mundanities of HUman life and we, well, we inherit a great gift, the key of the Tolt and we are going to finish the job he has started, the other have and had started long ago. He told me once, ‘It never stops, you know !?, nahuales come and go, retire to their places, give guidance to all of us, those that are in the world, their intent is with us allways, i will be one of them…….one day’. Tha day had come and gone, that was tdoay, no, there is no date, what does a date have to do with our lives, knowing of the cycles of life and being but being beside that world of being, aaahh, i could g on and on, that will be in another story, because there are many more to write and share, for you the believers, the warriors of light, warriors of love, the warriors of the new age…………………………………….
An end.
Gabriel Xiloj©2012
