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Well now you battle the forces of evil and survive. Spirits rise up to save you? FTLOG! There just might be some blow-back. Just sayin'. =;-) Please Read & Review my lovelies!
Sioux
After Scotty left, she hummed stroking his hair smiling as she remembered the morning after the day they had fought death and the Devil incarnate.
She had sat upright in bed her eyes closed, her breathing slow and steady, deep in meditative consciousness. He soundly slept as she stroked his hair like prayer beads and followed her spirit as it walked and talked with her father and his fellow spirit Captain Phil. As the black night slowly surrendered to the breaking light of dawn, her astrophysical journey came to an end, and she bid the spirits a loving farewell. . .for now. It had soothed her soul to thank them in the realm of the spirit where eternal life dwelled.
She felt the light on her closed eye lids, opened her eyes and raised her face to the miracle of another dawning in her life. And his. Slowly she returned to the physical realm. Back to body, back to mindfulness, back to him. She gasped at the celestial beauty of the vivid yellows and majestic reds of the dawn sky breaking over Dutch Harbor. As the room brightened, her love emerged from the gloom into the emerging light as her fingers continued to stroked his dark hair. And then she frowned. She knew every strand of every hair on her man's head, but now she discovered something that startled her. What the hell?! She jumped and jostled him to semi-wakefulness.
'Whaaaa.' Johnathan mumbled, as he turned over and buried his face in her stomach.
Sioux pushed him away, jumped off the bed and kneeled over the side hunting his scalp with none too gentle fingers as she searched for source of what she couldn't believe she had seen. He again mumbled as she grabbed him by the hair to turn his head.
'Lemme alone. . . stoooop!' He batted at her hands.
'Shhhhhh,' She whispered as she examined. Her breath caught and she sat back. Oh Great Spirit help me! She prayed.
Johnathan came to consciousness as the bright sunrise penetrated his closed eyes. Blearily he cracked a single lid and spied Sioux sitting on the floor cross leg, her head cocked to one side examining him closely.
He mumbled. 'Why you on the floor? Get back in bed.'
And turned over. When he realized she hadn't made a move, he turned back over, and shielded his eyes with a grouchy hand. 'Whaaa's a madda?'
She just stared back at him.
'Now what?' He groaned as he threw back the covers and sat on the edge of the bed, hair every which way, his face scrunched into a squinting frown as he slowly brought her into focus.
'Talk to me Sioux.'
She shook her head and sighed.
'Taaaaalk to meee Siooooux.' He growled slowly coming to cranky wakefulness.
She took a deep breath, rose and walked on her knees closer to him and began slowly.
'Now don't freak out. Sometimes when people go through what we went through yesterday, and saw what we saw, there can be a kinda. . .like a memento . . .'
What the hell is she talking about? He thought as he waited for her to spit out whatever it was she was cagily hedging. And what the hell. . .?!
'Sioux. Come here.' He reached out and swept a hank of hair from the back of her head and examined it. 'Where'd you get this silvery shit in your hair?'
Sioux eyes bucked and her mouth dropped as she leapt up like a scalded cat and raced the bathroom. Johnathan groaned as he rose and followed her.
He found her examining the patch of shimmering hair in the mirror with tears in her eyes. She smiled shyly as her eyes met his in the mirror.
'There was a sacred story my Lakota Granny Tiwaka sang to me when I was very young. Her name meant 'holy lodge woman' and she was. She told me to remember her song because one day, she was sure the Great Spirit would manifest in my life and I would bear the mark of the Divine. This is my mark.'
Johnathan gazed at her and the mark she claimed was Divine. The thin streak of silver in her mane of raven hair he thought was hot. Kinda gave her a Gemma Teller vibe. She turned and raised a gentle hand to his cheek and caressed it softly.
'And it is your mark too.'
Johnathan searched her swimming sea green eyes.
'What do you mean mine? I don't have any grey in my hair!' Hell, for years he assiduously kept that evidence of aging at bay.
Sioux smiled softly and turned his head in the mirror so he could see the streak of sliver that ran down from the back of his head.
'See? You have one too baby. They marked us as theirs. My Father and Phil when they manifest and saved us from Dick.'
Johnathan was aghast as he stared at the evidence of HIS close encounter with the Divine.
Sioux continued to give him the news. 'And on your scalp where the silver grows, like I assume grows from mine, is a dark blue mark. A Cross, the Sioux symbol of The Path of Spirits Crossing.'
Unlike Sioux, who spent most of the night processing, walking and talking through their experience with the Spirits, Johnathan had suppressed what he had seen and hadn't even dreamed about it. They had been close to death, and then they had lived. Divine mementos? Silver hair? Spirit tats?
'Sioooux. . .?'
He was starting to feel funny and his knees started to buckle. She saw the color drain from his face.
'Don't you pass out on me!'
She ordered and hustled him over to the bed where he sat down heavily. As he started to fall back, Sioux grabbed him by the front of his vintage Harley Davidson Winged Patriot Tee, pressed his head down between his knees as she rubbed his back and commanded him to breath as he hyperventilated.
'What the hell is going on Sioux!' He gasped and rocked. 'I saw dead people!'
And When I Die - Laura Nyro -Blood, Sweat & Tears Version
I'm not scared of dying,
And I don't really care.
If it's peace you find in dying,
Well then let the time be near.
If it's peace you find in dying,
And if dying time is here,
Just bundle up my coffin
'Cause it's cold way down there.
I hear that its cold way down there.
Yeah, crazy cold way down there.
[Chorus:]
And when I die, and when I'm gone,
There'll be one child born
In this world to carry on,
to carry on.
Now troubles are many, they're as deep as a well.
I can swear there ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell.
Swear there ain't no heaven and I pray there ain't no hell,
But I'll never know by living, only my dying will tell.
Yes only my dying will tell.
Yeah, only my dying will tell.
Give me my freedom for as long as I be.
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me.
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me,
And all I ask of dying is to go naturally.
Oh I want to go naturally.
Here I go,
Hey Hey!
Here comes the devil,
Right Behind.
Look out children,
Here he comes!
Here he comes! Hey...
Don't want to go by the devil.
Don't want to go by demon.
Don't want to go by Satan,
Don't want to die uneasy.
Just let me go naturally.
And when I die,
When I'm dead, dead and gone,
There'll be one child born in our world to carry on,
To carry on.