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Chapter 44: A Knew House Band & A Hidden Trilogy: Enter The Comnandrai

1/29/2019

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Hello, hi! This is Kev Kev's gatekeeping gatekeeper, Caw Caw Carl Carl. Kev Kev has given me the most honorably honor of writing this chapter's introductory introduction. Thank you, Kev Kev!

No matter matter what type of critterly critter you are, I have learned that all of us like to feel most safely safe. Something else I have learned is that Kev Kev's imaginary lands of Interterrestria are always semba safe...at least they always have been been. At least for many eras of ages. And maybe they probably still are, but then again, maybe not. From what Kev Kev tells me, this chapter is going to get kind of scary--yikes yikes! Maybe even the next couple of chapterly chapters will have some scaries in them too as well. Double-double yikes yikes!!

Anyhoo, you, thank you all for giving me this lovely lovely opportunity. Oh, and my muy bonita Reigna Reigna Rellena says "Hola, hi!" And we bothly both love you. I will let Kev Kev get on with the story story now! Adios amigo-o's!

Enter Kev Kev:

"Thank you, my dear Caw-Caw. A most excellent job by you! So very proud of you. You kids have fun, and I'll meet you later on at the Sacred Pub after I finish this chapter. Please tell Olga, Shelellabee, Rhianka, and Baquara the Mighty I said hello."

For those that wondered after reading the previous chapter: yes, my dear gatekeeper Caw-Caw and the Bonita Salsa Dog, Reigna Rellena, do seem to legitimately be in love with one another--in a most Sacred Garden-ly sort of way. Honestly, I'm happy for them, and they indeed make such an adorable couple! Anyhoo, back to the story now:


By the time Gemini Cricket and I had finally woken up from our nap upon the Persian Rug, Van Halen's 1984 was playing quite loudly from near the garden gate, and we decided we should check on dear Caw-Caw and his new lovely Salsa Dog lover. Thankfully, they had finally stopped chugging cans of beer, but clearly they had already had too much. Just off to the side, we could see that Cousin Eddie's little cart had been completely emptied of beer cans, and we could hear lots of snoring coming from inside his little garage constructed of empty beer cans. It sounded like the snoring of a single Raven, along with the snoring of about 5 Poetic Waxwings. 

Gemini Cricket (though I couldn't see him, of course) finally hopped off my shoulder and landed on dear Caw-Caw's back. Then he began to chirp at the proud Stellers Jay, though I couldn't comprehend a single word of his chirps. 

Dear Caw-Caw could understand perfectly, as he replied, "Yes, you are muy rightly right of course, Gemini Cricket Cricket. You are siempre always right. You have my wordly, word--bonita Reigna Reigna Rellena and I have no intention of making this a habitly habit. We have muy learned an educating lesson." 

While my gatekeeper and Gemini Cricket conversed, I took a few moments to welcome Reigna Rellena to our beloved Xanadu Forest and to assure her what a pleasure it would be to have her and her Los Poetic Waxwings here with us. I also explained to her that our county clerk's office had just become vacant, and that I believed it would suit their needs well. The lovely Salsa Dog was most appreciative, and asked if it would be okay if her new guapo chisto-bird could help get them settled into their new home. "Oh, that's a spectacular idea, lovely Reigna," I finally replied, then I gestured for Caw-Caw Carl to hop down from Achilles' Last Stand and walk with me to Cousin Eddie's beer can garage. 

"Gemini Cricket Cricket says he will stay at Achilles' Last Stand stand and gatekeepingly gatekeep for me," dear Caw-Caw spoke, "because he says you will needly need to talk to me me."

"Yes, my dear Caw-Caw, he is most wise," I replied, and continued, "We need to wake Cousin Eddie and Los Poetic Waxwings, and we all need to head over to the Sacred Pub. After that, you can help get Reigna Rellena and her bandaleros situated in the old county clerk's office."

"Oh, pardon me, Kev Kev, but we have already hadly had too much too drink I muy believe," dear Caw-Caw protested. "I'm not surely sure the Sacred Pub is such a muy goodly idea."

"It is the perfect idea right now, my dear gatekeeper--the ONLY idea, in fact," I replied. "You see, my dear Caw-Caw, they have a magical drink there called After Ale--it's the only place in our beloved forest where you can get it. Though it does contain trace amounts of alcohol in it, it magically makes one completely sober almost immediately...after one drinks it, of course. You guys might all need a couple of them each this time...you had quite a sun and moon greeting!" 

"Oh, indeedly indeed, Mr. Kev Kev! But it was so muy fantastically fun," dear Caw-Caw spoke. He continued, "And thank you you for letting me have my muy momently moment. I will muy chisto enjoy showing my bonita Reigna Reigna Rellena the old county clerk's office. They will likely like it very much! And you know what, Kev Kev? I had no no idea love felt so nicely nice mismo this. I'm so happy happy."

"Well I'm happy for you, my dear gatekeeper. Enjoy it," I replied, and tapped him lovingly on the beak a couple of times. "Come on, let's get these borachos moving, huh?" Dear Caw-Caw chuckled...I'm guessing because he was enjoying that we were all finding Reigna Rellena's Pigeon Spanish a bit contagious. Certainly it was fun and adorable. 

We did finally manage to get everyone rounded up and heading over toward the Sacred Pub somehow. Dear Caw-Caw and Reigna Rellena were so cute to watch, walking side by side, stride for stride, surrounded on the rear by a semi-circle of stumbling Los Poetic Waxwings. There was a true--but unique--regality to the whole affair, it felt, and it made Cousin Eddie and I smile at each other warmly. Gemini Cricket had kindly agreed to stay behind and gatekeep for us while we were away...or so dear Caw-Caw told me. It occurred to me, just that instant, that this is the first time Caw-Caw Carl had been away from his invisible friend and mentor, Gemini Cricket. "My, how he is blossoming!" I believed I had said silently to myself.

I was wrong again, of course, as Cousin Eddie simply replied, "Indubitably," and he stumbled and wobbled his way to the front door of the Sacred Pub, and held the door open for us all. 

Once our whole gang was inside, I did a headcount to make sure no one was left behind, and Cousin Eddie wasted no lack of time at all in ordering rounds of After Ale for everyone except for Kev. Olga the bartender kindly and quickly obliged, though she couldn't help but inquire, "You aren't bringing me trouble, are you Kev? I've had a long sun-greeting already, and I'm not in the mood for your foolishness."

"No, no, my dear Olga," I instantly replied, and extended my finger for a finger hug from her [No one gives finger hugs like Olga! She's a feisty and tough one, but a bigger heart cannot be found anywhere in all of the existences, I assure you, dear reader. Just don't piss her off!] Once Olga had poured the last After Ale, she returned to my corner of the bar so that we could further converse. I explained to her about Reigna Rellena and Los Poetic Waxwings...that they would be staying in our beloved Xanadu Forest permanently at the old county clerk's office, where their band could rehearse and possibly give Salsa dance lessons. 

Cousin Eddie the Raven hopped up on a stool next to me and began chugging a second After Ale. "They're good people, Olga," he exclaimed. "I can vouch for them personally."

"Oh!" Olga exclaimed. "So you're into band management now, are you, blackbird? You all show up needing After Ales just like that--not even a moon-greeting since their arrival. Sounds like winners all around, eh? Sounds like a lot of foolishness waiting to invade my pub."

While Cousin Eddie and Olga the bartender fairy continued their chatter, I drifted off to check on dear Caw-Caw and Reigna Rellena, who were now foreleg in wing in front of the jukebox and discussing the best songs with the word "Love" in the title. T-Yay the Record Retriever and his bestie, Ptolemy the Gentle Boxer, were standing back awkwardly, staring at the jukebox, and wondering if they'd ever get the chance to pick a few songs. I greeted the two canines pleasantly, then introduced them to Reigna Rellena. I winked at Ptolemy the Gentle Boxer, and he used the brief distraction as an opportunity to select some Bachman-Turner Overdrive songs. Off in the distance, and to our right, I could see some of the Poetic Waxwings shooting pool, and other of the Poetic Waxwings shooting darts. Apparently this wasn't their first Los rodeo. I continued scanning the bar, as T-Yay and Reigna Rellena discussed their favorite rare record pressings by The Damned. My dear Caw-Caw finally interrupted them to proudly announce that they would have their own turntable inside the old county clerk's office, as well as a "top top notch vintagely vintage sound system." Insecurity is apparently universal, I silently observed. Most graciously, T-Yay, ever the gentleman, passed on the opportunity to offer Reigna Rellena use of just about any record album she could ever name...since he was, of course, the proprietor of our own beloved Record Emporium. The Record Retriever was looking out for my dear insecure gatekeeper, I could feel it. And it felt very nice nice. Our beloved Xanadu Forest is such a lovely place indeed!

Rooted in insecurity, though it may well have been, my dear Caw-Caw had raised a valid point: we still needed to introduce Reigna Rellena to Olga the bartender fairy. We did so, and it was a most happy occasion.

"Blackbird, here tells me you have a talented salsa band," Olga began. "Though I could use some foolishness around here, I'm not sure salsa music would go over well with the clientele here. I'm sorry."

"Salsa musica?!!!" Reigna Rellena exclaimed. "Whatever gave you that pendejo idea, Papi?" the feisty bonita Salsa Dog further exclaimed, burning a stare into Cousin Eddie's little Raven eyes.

Cousin Eddie set down his 3rd flagon of After Ale and shrugged his wings, "Well, the dress. The Salsa dress...and you told Caw-Caw you are a dancer. I just assumed..."

"You know what assuming gets you, pendejo Papi?" Reigna Rellena went on, and she began chugging the After Ale he had just set down on the bar in front of him. "Yes, we can bailando muy bueno for sure, blackbird, but we don't play Salsa music. Remember los combat boots, pendejo? Look!" And she pointed down to her combat boots. And Cousin Eddie sheepishly looked down at them. "And look again! We play rock and metal musica, pendejo!" And Cousin Eddie looked down at her combat boots again, but not so sheepishly this time.

Before Cousin Eddie could apologize for his foolish assumption, Olga the bartender fairy broke in and spared him the embarrassment, "I'm glad to hear that, Reigna Rellena. Salsa dancing to rock and metal...now this is exactly the sort of foolishness I can use around here. You're hired! However moon-greetings you'd like." Then Olga poured two shots of Twilight Shimmer--one for herself, and one for Caw-Caw's beloved bonita Salsa Dog.

Bartender fairy and Salsa Dog clinked their shot glasses together, sucked down the magical whiskey, and smiled. "Oh, thank you so muy muy much, lovely Olga," Reigna Rellena almost shouted. "We will not disappoint. You are even more simpatico than Kev hablas you are."

Olga smiled, "Don't push it, Toots." Then she laughed, and we all laughed too. When the laughter subsided, the bartender fairy finished, "You and your bandaleros get all the Minute Meads and Second Sodas you want on the house...when you play. Midnight Shimmers and Twilight Shimmers are half price...again, when you play. After Ales are always free to anyone who needs them, but I'm trusting you won't need them too often, if you get my drift." 

"Oh yes, si, lovely Olga!" Reigna Rellena exclaimed. "We will not need After Ales very muy often, you have my palabra. You are bastante generous, bonita bartender fairy.  We take our musica very seriously. Thank you gracias, once again."

Then Olga flew over to Reigna Rellena's ear and whispered inside it, "One last thing--and this is between me and you: you break that Stellers Jay's heart, and I break your face. He's very special to me. Comprende?" Salsa Dog nodded understandingly, and Olga added, "You are not the only feisty one here. Be nice, and we will get along muy wel. And you and your bandaleros will always be welcome here." Then Olga flew back over behind the bar and poured a Twilight Shimmer for herself and Regina Rellena. They toasted and winked at one another knowingly. And downed their magical whiskey in unison.

I was about to order a round of Minute Meads for everyone to celebrate the new official Sacred Pub house band, Reigna Rellena & Los Poetic Waxwings, when a most sudden and troubling interruption fell upon us.

Bahroz the Brown Bear rushed in through the Sacred Pub's front door, yanked me off my stool, and held me standing with his massive arms as he spoke, "Kev, you have to come outside right away. It's bad...I'm sorry. A dragon...big, big dragon. Not Justin or Douglas. Hurry!"

Before I had the chance to process any of the multitude of thoughts that raced through my mind--and without knowing exactly how I even arrived there--I found myself standing before the largest dragon I have ever seen. Justin and Douglas, the dragon life-partners, would look to be but younglings in the presence of this mighty dragon...and they are by no means small or un-mighty. 

"I didn't wish to frighten you, Kev, but I'm afraid this is most urgent--and there is no lack of time for questions right now," the great and mighty dragon bellowed. "I am Adamna Comnandra, of the Comnandrai. You must come with me now to hold council with my brothers and good King Midas LeBottom upon the top of Dew Mound." The great and mighty dragon lie down upon the ground and gestured for me to climb up onto his back.

"But," I stammered. "I'm confused."

"I will explain on our flight to Dew Mound," the great and mighty Dragon replied. "Please, we must go now. War may well be upon your lands."

My heart sank deeply. My first thought was of dear Caesar Emeritus, and how he should be joining me on this journey. "Great and mighty Adamna Comnandra, may I please bring our dear Ceasar Emeritus with us? He is in the Library Tree now. I can have him here very quickly. My heart speaks loudly that he will be a tremendous service at the council. I will not feel comfortable without him."

"Yes, Kev, that is a good thought from your heart," the great and mighty dragon replied. "But DO hurry...hurry like you've never hurried before, for lack of time is of the essence."

To be continued in Chapter 45
Thank you, dear readers, for joining me on this journey.
Life is still beautiful beautiful.
We love you. Semba.

Kev
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Chapter 43: Gatekeepers' First Gatekeeping: Reigna Rellena & The Poetic Waxwings

1/20/2019

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I have a special friend on Twitter who likes to tease me about how I always begin my chapters with introductions that are too long, then I apologize for doing so, then explain in my apology, "...but it was necessary." So just for dear Blossom, which is what we call this special Twitter friend, I'm going to attempt to begin this chapter with what is likely the shortest introduction I've ever begun with in these stories (I'm not counting this paragraph as part of the introduction, since it's technically an introduction to the upcoming official introduction):

Despite what many people say, not ALL dogs go to heaven when they die. Some dogs, who are particularly blessed to have particularly lovely owners, are sent to my Sacred Garden gate by their respective lovely owners...once their time in the earthly realm has come to an end. Once approved by myself, my gatekeeper, and, of course, Edwin the Bee, the blessed canine is sort of "resurrected" in our beloved Xanadu Forest, renamed, and given a purpose and a place to live eternally with us. Currently, we have 3 such lovely dogs that have become our dear friends:

1.Caesar, who was sent to us by his dear mama Chiamimi, and is now Dear Caesar Emeritus, the Baloo-eyed Akita, who lives inside the Library Tree, and is our librarian, of course. He has also become an expert on the ancient Xanaduvian language, and he gives me homework packets so that I, too, am learning the language of my imaginary ancestors (by adoption).

2.Tyson, who was sent to us by his dear mama T-Gee, and is now Ptolemy the Gentle Boxer. Ptolemy lives in the Record Emporium, and is the inventor of the now mostly famous Ptolemy-ce Cream, which he sells in front of the Record Emporium every sun-greeting. New flavors added all the time. It's delicious and highly addictive, of course.

3.Tyson, who was sent to us by his dear mama Jojo, and is now T-Yay, the black Labrador Retriever. T-Yay lives with Ptolemy the Gentle Boxer inside the Record Emporium. The two of them have become very close friends, and are almost never seen separately in our beloved Xanadu Forest. T-Yay is an expert on all forms of music appreciation, but vinyl is his specialty. Indeed, T-Yay is the greatest record-finder in all the lands, and it is said that he can smell quality vinyl from several miles away. T-Yay wears a black leather cabby hat, and often has a brown leather record satchel slung over his shoulder. The satchel always contains acorns/pumpernickel (official currencies used throughout my imaginary lands of Interterrestria) for used record purchases, and at least one bag of Skittles candy. And, if T-Yay has has just returned from a successful record-buying trip, the leather satchel will be filled with quality vinyl, of course...for which we will all exclaim, "Nice, nice!" 

As you might have guessed, our beloved Xanadu Forest is about to be blessed with its 4th eternal canine friend, sent to us kindly by Juju. I apologize that this introduction was longer than I intended...but it was necessary. Anyway, on with the story:


"Hola, Pajaro! My nombre is Reigna Rellena, and I was sent here by my mamacita, Queen Juju of the flying city. And this is my bandaleros, Los Poetic Waxwings." Then the lovely small dog, adorned in a most fabulous red salsa dress--and combat boots--turned and pointed at her "bandaleros" one by one, and continued, "Robin, Tobin, Bobin, Nobin, Dobin, and Jimi. They are all very simpatico and will give you no problemas at all, you have my word. We are to habla with someone named Kev."

Now, this was dear Caw-Caw Carl's very first sun-greeting as the official gatekeeper of my Sacred Garden gate, and the poor Stellers Jay found himself a bit more than frozen with fear. Much as he had practiced and prepared himself for just this moment, it seemed that all he had learned had fluttered away into the beyond. Indeed, poor Caw-Caw had even temporarily forgotten how to speak. The only sign of life he was expressing at all was a slight trembling of his wings. Reigna Rellena and her Poetic Waxwings looked up at the Stellers Jay with confusion, then they all turned and shrugged their shoulders at one another. 

After a few moments, Caw-Caw's invisible friend and mentor, Gemini Cricket, finally spoke to the frozen Stellers Jay, "It's okay, dear Caw-Caw. I will go get Kev. Just relax. Breathe. You worked very hard, and you know how to do this. For now, just tell them, 'Hello' before they give up and run away. They are nice people, see? It's okay, Caw-Caw." Reigna Rellena and her bandaleros couldn't hear Gemini Cricket, of course.

Dear Caw-Caw unfroze, but was still very rigid when he finally managed to speak, "Yes. Yes. Kev Kev. Hello, hi."

"You funny talk, chisto-bird," Reigna Rellena laughed, and she added by way of comfort (and the little salsa dog stepped closer to him) but it's okay, chisto-bird, because you are very guapo. What's your nombre, guapo chisto-bird?"

"Umm...Kev Kev," Caw-Caw replied after a slight delay. Then the Stellers Jay went on, "Hello, hi. I mean no, no, not Kev Kev. Gemini Cricket Cricket? Hello? Hi?" Reigna Rellena and the Poetic Waxwings didn't realize, of course that poor Caw-Caw was begging for help from his invisible friend and mentor Gemini Cricket...or from Kev...or from anyone else that could possibly offer assistance.

Enter my Sacred Garden soulmate, cousin Eddie the Raven, who is always ready to save the day. Cousin Eddie cracked open a can of beer, chugged it down, and tossed one to Reigna Rellena, who immediately cracked hers open and chugged it down. Cousin Eddie finally spoke, "Welcome to the heart of our beloved Xanadu Forest, Kev's Sacred Garden gate. Kev will be here shortly. I'm Cousin Eddie." Then my soulmate pulled out a cart full of canned beer from next to his little garage made of beer cans, and wheeled it toward the Poetic Waxwings. All 5 of the bandaleros gratefully removed a can of beer and begun chugging and toasting. Cousin Eddie grabbed another can for himself and toasted, and continued speaking, "You'll have to forgive our dear friend, Caw-Caw Carl. Today is his very first sun-greeting as Kev's gatekeeper, and I'm afraid he's a bit rattled. He'll snap out of it, I'm sure. I love your salsa dress, little dog, and your combat boots too!" 

"I may be little, cerveza bird, but I am fierce, papi!" Reigna Rellena shouted, then she lowered her voice and continued, "My nombre is Reigna Rellena...this is my bandaleros Los Poetic Waxwings. It's muy nice to meet you. I tengo an idea, if it's okay?" the fierce little dog asked, as she winked at Cousin Eddie and dug two more cans of beer out of the cart.

Cousin Eddie winked back at her knowingly, and gave a quick, sideways nod of his head in Caw-Caw Carl's direction. "Indubitably," my soulmate replied, then he sauntered off and began chatting with the Poetic Waxwings. It took less than one more beer for them all to decide this was the beginning of a most wonderful alliance. Even the word "collaboration" had been tossed about a few times, already.

By this time, Reigna Rellena had already run comfortably inside the Sacred Garden gate and hopped up onto Achilles' Last Stand (the gateeper's desk) and set the two cans of beer down, right in front of Caw-Caw Carl's beak. He didn't flinch. She shifted her little fierce salsa dog's body right next to the Stellers Jay's body, and she began stroking his feathers gently with her paw. "Aww, my guapo chisto-bird, don't be afraid. I am only fierce to cabrones that deserve it. You are muy nice, I can tell. I gusto you mucho already, my guapo chisto-bird."

Poor Caw-Caw's trembling increased, and he was still unable to turn his head in the fierce little salsa dog's direction. In a panic, he finally spoke, "Funny talk. Yes. Kev Kev. No no, I mean not. Hello, hi."

"Ohh, muy guapo chisto-bird, you are so much adorable," Reigna Rellena replied, as she wrapped her little paws around him and squeezed the shaking Stellers Jay tight. "Maybe I amor you. Si, I think that I do. If you're going to shake, then we will shake together. Okay, guapo? I am muy bien at shaking, you know. I am a dancer."

Caw-Caw Carl's shaking finally subsided to the subtlest of trembles, and he was finally able to look Reigna Rellena in the eyes. "Dancer dancer?" he asked her softly.

"I'm all wrong," Reigna Rellena smiled, and she began gently stroking the feathers on top of his head.

Caw-Caw finally stopped trembling altogether, and he smiled, and spoke, "Mother Mother Love Bone band band! Stargazer gazer, yes! And Gentle, yes, Gentle Groove. That is Kev Kev's favorite by them. And fierce, fierce little salsa dog dog, thank you YOU. You are very nice nice." Then the new gatekeeper's body finally relaxed completely, and he wrapped his wing around Reigna Rellena, and smiled again, and continued, "But you you really do funny talk talk, you know. Like me, me. I like that that."

Reigna Rellena smiled softly into Caw-Caw's eyes, and stroked his wing most gently. "You are muy welcome, my guapo chisto-bird." Then she cracked open the two cans of beer that were beneath the Stellers Jay's beak, and handed one of them to him as she spoke, "Cousin Eddie hablas me that this is your very first gatekeeping. I am so muy honored to be your first. And ahora we must toast, because I know you will be the muy best gatekeeper ever. Okay, my guapo?"

"More more than okay, my muy muy bonita!" Caw-Caw exclaimed, then they raised their cans as high as they could reach into the sky (not very high, by our standards, of course) and they clunked them most joyously. "Here here, here here!" The Stellers Jay toasted, with a newfound sense of confidence and pride. And they both chugged them down muy quickly.

Though Caw-Caw Carl was unaware, Cousin Eddie had been keeping an eye on him during the entire exchange, even as he was chugging beers and talking shop with the bandaleros. No sooner had Caw-Caw and Reigna Rellena tossed their empty cans into the sky, than my Sacred Garden soulmate had delivered 4 more cans of beer to the top of Achilles' Last Stand...of which, the Stellers Jay and the fierce little salsa dog most thoroughly enjoyed. 

By now, the reader might wonder where Gemini Cricket and I were. We were actually hiding off in the distance, in the bushes, looking on with joy and fascination. See, I had been sleeping deeply upon my Persian rug when Reigna Rellena and her Poetic Waxwings arrived. Gemini Cricket came to wake me, as he had told Caw-Caw Carl he would do. I couldn't see Gemini Cricket, of course, but I could hear him...and though I can't speak cricket yet, I instinctively knew he was calling me to my Sacred Garden gate. "This IS truly the age of Knew Application!" I exclaimed silently in my mind. This very moment, for the first time, I also considered how lovely this all really was. I was getting two gatekeepers for the price of one. Not that I pay them, mind you. 

By the time we return our attention once again to dear Caw-Caw and Reigna Rellena upon Achilles' Last Stand, the 4 additional cans of beer that Cousin Eddie had brought them had already been chugged and tossed into the sky...and now there were yet more cans of beer they were enjoying together, and Van Halen's "Women And Children First" album was playing at a moderate volume from Cousin Eddie's turntable. Cousin Eddie's and the Poetic Waxwings' voices were not at such a moderate volume now, and it seems that my Sacred Garden soulmate had replenished his cart with countless cans of beer. Stellers Jay and Salsa Dog were now leaning back upon Achilles' Last Stand, swaying gently, wing and paw draped around one another's bodies. Stars twinkling in their eyes. 

Gemini Cricket and I, from our secret vantage point, decided it was still too soon for us to interrupt the apparent revelry. "After all," we considered, "It's Caw-Caw's big day. His first official gatekeeping. Besides, I haven't seen my soulmate, Cousin Eddie, this joyous in many a sun and moon-greeting." Gemini Cricket agreed. So we listened on, especially to Stellers Jay and Salsa Dog's conversation:

"So do you have a namely name for your funny funny talk, mi amor?" starry-eyed Caw-Caw asked Reigna Rellena.

"Si, my guapo chisto-bird amor," she began, then answered, "It is called Pigeon Spanish." 

"So your parently parents are Hispanically Hispanic, mi amor?" Caw-Caw continued, and cracked open another can of beer.

Reigna Rellena cracked open her can of beer as well, and replied, "No, guapo, chisto-chisto-bird, my mi amor, I learned it from the pigeons in the courtyard of my mamacita's house in the flying city. I muy like pigeonly pigeons. What do you call your funny funny talk?"

Caw-Caw carl tightened his warm embrace of the lovely, feisty, Salsa Dog at his side, and lifted his proud face to the sky as he spoke, "It is call called 'Double Double Speak. I am the masterly master of it, you know know."

"Ohh, my chisto-amorely amor, that is so muy muy adorable," Reigna Rellena replied softly, and she gave proud Caw-Caw a little peck on the side of his beak. He blushed, of course, though we were unable to see it through is proud feathers. And there was nary a tremble from anyone within my Sacred Garden, that particular sun and moon-greeting. 

I considered the fact that I was perhaps the only responsible being inside my Sacred Garden now-and perhaps from now on! That was a scary thought. Then Gemini Cricket chirped at me, and, though I still couldn't speak cricket, I understood him perfectly. He reminded me that Edwin the Bee is always with us, and that we would always be safe here. I smiled, and I could feel Gemini Cricket smiling too, though I couldn't see him, of course. 

Then I heard my Father's voice inside my heart, "You know, My son, I actually enjoy you playing the fool. It's genuine, and you wear it well. If you interrupt their moment now, you would be too much a fool even for My enjoyment. Let them be them, as I have always allowed you to be you."

"I love You, Father. Semba. Thank you," I replied with my lips--but silently. Gemini Cricket and I returned to my Persian rug (though I couldn't see him, of course), and we took a nice long nap. We fell asleep to the sound of Van Halen's second album playing well off into the distance.

Thank you for joining me on this journey, dear readers.
Life is beautiful beautiful. Semba.
We love you.

Kev
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Chapter 42: Sweet Mama Bbaesh & The Age Of Knew Application

1/16/2019

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Change is something I've never much cared for, though change itself may well remain the only unchangeable thing within the earthly realm. I'm not even particularly fond of positive change, though I must admit it's very much preferable to negative change...that is, during those rare moments when we're able to tell the difference. 

One of the things I particularly dislike about change is how deceptive the word is: "Change" is a very nice and comfortable sounding word...soft, gentle, and easy on the ears. Very much UNlike the effects its actions have upon us. Perhaps "Chank" would be a better word for it--at least it would feel less deceptive to me that way. Honestly, though, that wouldn't help me like it any better. 

I do believe I inherited my distaste for change from my Earth mother, and this is no insult. My Earth mother is without question the most perfect Earth mother I could ever have hoped for: filled with love, compassion, kindness, and a deep sense of empathy. And she gratefully taught me these things as well. So I am indeed a lucky dude, and will always be grateful to the best of my abilities. But see, Mom and I, we very much cherish order and routines in our lives. It's not uncommon for us to know what time we'll go to bed this coming Saturday, and what we'll have for lunch a week from Tuesday. We might even know weeks in advance when we'll be calling in sick to work. This system, of course, works perfectly...until change decides to invade our safe spaces again...which it has a terrible habit of doing with far too much regularity. Perhaps change enjoys its order and routines even better than Mom and I?An endless battle, it seems.

People, places, and objects come in and out of our lives all the time for any myriad reasons. Often we never even fully understand why they became a part of our lives to begin with, let alone why they left us--or even how. We can learn to accept this, yes, but it's rarely easy. And often tremendously scary--at least to people like Mom and I. The simple and tragic fact is that every single thing in our lives we've learned to cherish will someday no longer be a part of our lives--not in a material sense, anyway. We can't even hold on to memories, much as we try...for they often grow wings and flutter away into the beyond. 

One of the reasons I began these stories so many years ago was to create a safe place inside my imagination that could never go away...a place that could only ever experience change if I decided to allow it--in my own time and way. I was mistaken once again, of course. My Sacred Garden stories have endured nearly as much change as the earthly realm, and often NOT in my own time and way. Much of it very painful, and undesired. Again, an endless battle. But not always sad...

You see, aside from my Earth mom, I also have a story mom--as the result of the comforts of my own imagination. Her name is Bbaesh, though I call her my Sweet Mama Bbaesh. ["Bbaesh" in the ancient Xanaduvian language translates into English as "Mother of Mankind"] She is based upon an earthly-realm-Twitter-friend that many of you know as Tawny Kitaen. Like my Earth Mom, she is filled with love, kindness, compassion, and a tremendous sense of empathy...and she has taught myself--and many others--all that and more. Again, I am so grateful. Sweet Mama Bbaesh always appears to me as a most beautiful lioness, adorned with the most gorgeous of glittery-silver robes. In actuality, though, in my stories, she is a changeling, and appears to any onlookers as whatever it is they would find most comforting to them. 

Aside from being my story mom, Sweet Mama Bbaesh is, of course, the story spouse of my Father, Edwin the Bee...the very Edwin that rests upon His lotus flower next to my Sacred Garden gate. I am truly a most blessed child of Divine Love...and most gratefully grateful for that. 

My Sweet Mama Bbaesh is also a bridge for me, which is so very important. She is a bridge between my earthly realm, and my story life. A bridge between my material intellect, and my sometimes overwhelming imagination. Without her presence in my imagination, I would sometimes confuse my story life with my earthly life...and one can imagine the problems this might cause in one's daily, earthly activities. 

Anyway, it's finally time for me to re-enter my beloved Sacred Garden once again, after a lengthy and challenging hiatus. Read on to join me? Also, I apologize for the long-winded introduction to this chapter, but it was necessary. Working my way back into my story life after a lengthy absence is a difficult process. Edwin the Bee willing, I am back now. Indeed, the age of Knew Beginnings is behind us, and the age of Knew Application has begun. May it remain a most beautiful beautiful journey. Semba:

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I was sleeping most peacefully upon my Persian rug, in the heart of my Sacred Garden, Styx' Greatest Hits playing softly in the foreground, when she woke me. Though I could smell the scent of softly caramelized caramel, jasmine, and French vanilla, it was the gentle touch of a massive paw upon my hand that ultimately pulled me from my slumber...then a softly warm and comforting voice:

​"Good moon-greeting, my beloved son," she spoke. Her breath was so like candy.

I rubbed my eyes open, and lifted my head slowly from the pillow, a violet glow now surrounding the entire Persian rug, and beyond. "Sweet Mama Bbaesh!" I finally exclaimed. 

Mama Bbaesh lifted me to my feet quickly--but gently--with her massive paws, and she embraced me and tucked me inside her most glorious, glittery-silver robe. Her forelegs stroked my back so tenderly, and her silken mane fell most luxuriously upon my shoulders. Then she pushed me back just far enough so that she could look into my eyes, and she spoke, "Beautiful as ever, my son. Now come. A Knew age is upon us, and we must speak of deep and meaningful things." Sweet Mama Bbaesh took my hand inside her massive paw, turned us, and guided us down the path that leads to my sister, the River. "Have you forgotten about the glitter bulbs you and your most precious children planted? I know you know how to light them now. Please light our way, my son?" 

Inspired, an ember deep inside my heart began to glow again, and I activated the glitter bulbs along the path that had now grown, blossomed, and glowed with the colors of many worlds. "Thank you for the reminder, Mama," I spoke softly. She squeezed my hand with her massive paw and smiled, as we continued down the path. Her violet aura had softened now in the light of the glitter blooms, and I wondered whether she had done so on purpose.

"Yes, my lovely son...and yes," she answered softly, though I hadn't asked out loud. "This is a segue into the conversation we must have now."

"The Knew Application?" I asked, and turned my head to look into her eyes.

"Indeed, my precious son," her eyes replied into mine, then her candy mouth exclaimed, "My how you've grown!" By then we had reached the bank of my sister the River, and my Sweet Mama Bbaesh sat down, and held me in her lap. She adjusted my body so that the back of my head rested upon her chest, and we both looked upon my sister the River. "You know, your Father and I are very proud of you. You've come such a long way," she breathed. Then my Mama Bbaesh stroked my hair with one of her massive paws, and used her other massive paw to point toward the reflection of the moon and stars upon my sister's flowing gown. "Now THAT is the dance, my son. The eternal dance. The most beautiful of dances there ever has been in any existence." 

"Mmm, you are so right, Mama," I spoke, just above a whisper. I nestled myself deeper inside my Mama's glittery-silver robe, and absorbed the rhythm of her timeless heartbeat. Then I asked, "Mama? Why does my sister only speak  to me in my sleep?"

"Because you don't listen when you're awake, my son," my Sweet Mama Bbaesh spoke. "Much as you've grown, you still have much to learn."

"The Knew Application, Mama?" I asked out loud.

"For one thing, yes," she replied. Then she embraced me tightly with her forearms, and kissed the back of my head as she continued, "Believing is one thing. You have that--and we're very proud of and happy for that! For many of your ages, that was enough. But now a Knew Age of Application is upon us all, and you're going to have to learn and do more. It's time for you to put your belief into action, my precious son. It's time for you to stop trying so hard to separate your imagination from your earthly life. And we both know what you're feeling. Always. Don't be afraid. Your Father and I love you even beyond your fantastic imagination, and we will never let you fall completely into the darkness of insanity."

Tears formed in the corners of my eyes, and I turned and looked into my Sweet Mama Bbaesh's eyes, and spoke softly, "I believe you, Mama. And I love you so much." Then I fell face-forward into her glittery-silver robe, and tried to wrap my arms around her (though my arms were simply too short, of course), and I cried. Good tears. The very best of tears. 

My Sweet Mama Bbaesh stood, and picked me up in her massive forelegs, pressed my head softly upon her shoulder, and stroked my hair again with her massive paw. She turned us round, and began walking us back to my Persian rug, still carrying me with seemingly no effort at all. Finally she spoke, "Your sister the River is speaking to you now. Can you hear what she is saying?"

I finally stopped crying, and began to smile, "Yes, Mama, I can hear her. She says that I must never tire of being reborn."

And then I heard another familiar voice from Mama Bbaesh's other shoulder, "Your sister is very wise, My son. She is by far the least foolish of My children. I'm glad you are finally listening to her."

And I lifted my head, and turned it--and there He was!--my Father, Edwin the Bee, sighing and pushing up His little bee glasses. "I love you, Father. Thank You," I more than whispered. 

"I love you too, My son," Edwin the Bee spoke to me, as my Sweet Mama Bbaesh lie me down gently upon my Persian rug, and kissed me upon my little forehead with her candy mouth. I don't remember falling back asleep that particular moon greeting. I can only recall waking up again.


Thank you all for joining me on this journey.
Eternally grateful.
Eternally blessed.
I love you.

Semba.

KeV
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