Primal Power 1, page 30
"But are they fair and just?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, I think so," I answered. "Sorry, most are, but there are some that are ridiculous. Some are old and not applicable anymore and some laws are passed because a politician had a hidden agenda and was a good manipulator. So, I'll just say, in the courses that I took, most of the laws made sense to me."
"If the laws do not make common sense then why are they passed and if most of the laws make sense... then what is it? Is it the lawyers and judges who don't always come from a place of fairness?" Peter asked. "Then those officials are the ones who should not be allowed within the court system. That is what you're saying..., isn't it? Or are you saying that it is not necessarily the laws but the whole entire system and how the laws are administered?"
"Yup," Gorph said rocking his upper body. "I think she's saying if you follow the essence of the laws, concentrate on the common sense of it and reprimand immature bullies who use the court system to abuse and intimidate; then people might be more apt to follow the law and wouldn't be so bitter. Far as I'm concerned all officials should have to take a course that is not just based on man-made laws but also, universal ones, always harmonizing with what is right."
"It's... um, like what Gorph said, if everyone of them could just realize and understand the universal laws and then their deep wisdom would have such a positive impact," I said, "I do believe some officials try and do take their jobs that seriously, but many don't. They look at it more like a game of how to get around the law and that is why it's so inconsistent."
Slapping his hand on the table, Gorph abruptly said, "Well!" His voice then softened, "Can't do much about making those changes for ya, but darlin' if it's any consolation, the law is on your side," he said holding his thumb up. "But it sounds like you already knew that."
"Yeah, as long as the law is honoured," Peter jutted in. "But like Sam said, we are the only humans who seem to care about the Rofonians. I guess I have to wonder which way the judge will be persuaded. That being said, we're going to do our best. I will probably be staying up the mountain for a bit, so Gorph buddy, if you need a home instead of a motel?"
Gorph's eyes opened wide, "Are you still living at your great grandfather's house?"
Peter nodded.
"Whoa, yeah, I could create there," Gorph said, moving to his own mind music.
"Well, here's a key, take the far room. Princess here, has dibs on the other one. We will probably be back to stay a night or two while you're still there. Thanks for your help."
"No prob. Thanks for the house."
After doing the manly hug thing with Peter, Gorph put his hands on my shoulders. "Thanks for reminding me of who I am." He kissed his fingers, held his hand in the air, and making a funny clicking sound, he said, "It's the journey."
"It is that," I said glancing at Queen Chayzlazamia's ring. How I missed our friendship. My eyes focused upon Gorph and I finished with, "that it is and we need to remember that it's the journey."
We looked into each other's eyes as if we were taking the time to study each other's gentle souls. He began making his strange clicking noise, he snapped his fingers simultaneously, and walked away.
With a bit of a smile, Peter and I headed on our way to go up the mountain, to another world. At least that's what it felt like. The Rofonia Nation felt so different from the human city.
Chapter 47 - Cones and Clones
Arriving at the dwelling by the watchtower we were greeted by Ooza. "Princess, Princess," he said, running towards us. "You came back to me safely," and as I leaned down, he asked. "Will you tell me all about your adventures? Ooza wants to hear everything."
He looked different. Yes, of course he was, because he now knew his purpose, he was more mature, more confident, and a little less flamboyant.
Peter walked towards us pointing at his ear and mouthing the word, 'English', and then said a loud, "You sure are full of surprises."
"Ooza, sorry, I should be introducing you as Fodulza, do you remember the name David Coplanden?" I said giving Peter a little bit of a flirtatious glance.
"Yes, yes, Princess, he is our hero. I have heard a lot about him over the last few days."
"Well, this is his great grandson, Peter, and Peter, this here is Fodulza, Siand Fodulza's grandson," I said, smiling at them.
"Your grandfather and I were quite close. I miss him dearly. I'm very pleased to meet you. I didn't know he had a grandson, nor did I know that someone here could speak English."
"I am very pleased to meet you too," Ooza said. Placing his arm across his stomach, he gave Peter a bow of honour. "Peter Coplanden, Scota and the others are inside anxiously awaiting your arrival. I would love to hear all about your adventures, however right now, we had best not keep the others waiting."
Fodulza and I took turns interpreting. We let the Rofonians know what had happened and told them what we thought the worst-case scenario would be and what we thought the best would be. We informed them that it did not look like they were going to have a choice, for soon their lives would be on the clones' agenda. The Rofonians were going to have to put their families, their children, their world on hold until the issue was resolved. I knew what that was like for many times throughout those ten years in yesterday's court; I had to do the same thing.
"The sad truth is we have to be prepared, because there is a possibility the clones could try to start mining the Tarnana as early as next week. The main mountain road would not be one I would pick to travel up if I wanted to start illegally mining but then again, I wouldn't be illegally mining in the first place," Peter said in frustration.
"Planning to mine in tricycle?! Issue not resolved? What advantage to them?" Scota asked with Fodulza interpreting.
"What, huh, tricycles? They will be bringing trucks not...." Peter questioned, looking extremely confused.
They all looked confused by his reaction and I simply burst out laughing, "They calculate their weeks and months by the cycle... of the moon," I explained as Fodulza drew a picture of what a tricycle was in the human world.
It was a nice moment and afterwards I addressed Scota, "I don't know the answer to your question, but they could do it to let the courts know the mining is already underway so why stop it. Maybe they are not planning to mine at all. We really do not know, but there's a real possibility they'll do something to try to intimidate us. Perhaps they are going to wait for court, but can we afford to take that chance?" I replied.
"It's really sad, how some people will lie, plan and scheme about how to take advantage of anything and everyone. They seem to manipulate and try to intimidate others into doing what they want." Peter said as he shook his head. "They seem to get others caught up in their games and some of them even think it is fun, while others take themselves quite seriously. It seems like they just try to control other people's lives so they can drag those people into their warped reality. Personally, I think it is crazy making, to even try to think like they do. They seem to hate you if they don't get their way and they seem to hate you if they do. What is sad is that, they have totally missed the point. They have missed what life is all about and that just saddens me. It's just so sad and so, so frustrating."
Shaking his head again, Peter finished his rant, "It's so hard to try to think like them. It's not the way I think and I don't like it. It's like they need control over us like they are our Creator and we are just supposed to be caught in their little world."
Scota seemed quite concerned after Ooza translated Peter's rant.
"Like our Creator they are not. Caught they are."
Peter looked at her and I repeated it, but both of us did not really understand what she meant.
It was Ooza who asked her and when he put her answer into English, he informed Peter that there was a lot to interpret, "I will put it into my words and try to recap what Scota said correctly." 'If the Creator wanted complete control over us then the Creator would be no better than those who plan and scheme and we would be no more than a hopow. A hopow moves only when we turn it on and it only goes where the one who is controlling it, wants it to go. We are much more than a hopow. The Creator honours and respects us enough to give power-to us so we can create good lives. We in turn give power-to others to create and spread the goodness. The clones, as you call them, are caught in a power-over cycle and if they continue... eventually they will be no more than hopows, because that is how they believe it should be and that is what they will create. Defend we will. Think like them and power-over, we will not.'
We sat there, wide-eyed in silence like children who had just received a talking to by their teacher.
The silence was broken by me and I told them, "We brought boxes that once belonged to David Coplanden. We want to go through them, just in case there is something useful."
"Mr. Coplanden and you, boxes bring in here. Open will be gates. Open will be doors. Truck he has, drive to gates, it can. Until sun shines, tomorrow new day," Scota stated.
Everyone left after that. Peter and I carried the boxes in and thought her words were wise and tomorrow is always a new day.
"Onadremaso, Peter Coplanden," I said, getting out of the truck after all the work was completed and to my surprise he responded with, "Tosolsin."
I smiled and said, "May our dreams be filled with love and insight, Onadremaso; tosolsin, until the sun shines."
The grand gates opened, I walked the lit marble streets and between the little golden houses until I arrived at the Tarnana. The bed was made just for me and was so comfortable. I gave a silent thank you to the Creator of Rofonians.
If I had gone into the dream world or if I was still awake, I was not sure, but I felt someone brushing the hair off my face, whispering, 'This is your journey and as long as you continue to persevere in goodness and what is right, it will be amazing.'
It was amazing how many hands made for less work or how many feet made for less steps. Fodulza, Peter, and Rotopa did the organizing. Soon thereafter, Rotopa was headed one way in the hopow. Peter was to follow the road they had made for the stopows to the other mountain. Other Rofonians took off on foot and still others in their hopows. With everyone headed off in a different direction, Scota, Fodulza and I were left going over papers, preparing the best we could for the upcoming trial.
Before the end of their tricycle, several of the Rofonians had a new experience driving in a truck with Peter. Most of them had never seen a human before and none had ever driven in one of their vehicles.
Eventually, the survey stakes in the mountains were found. Anywhere vehicles could get through, we had put up 'private property' and 'no trespassing' signs. It wasn't their way, but we couldn't leave room for any misunderstandings. The Rofonians would be stationed with bellowas. The bellowas reminded me of hummingbird beaks although when they blew them, they made a sound similar to a horn but with a much higher pitch. The Rofonians were camped in various places throughout the mountain so we would be forewarned of any unwanted activity.
Finding out how many different talents they possessed was inspiring. If two of them stood on either side of the road and pointed their fingers at each other they could make an energy field.
We tested it out, they could remain hidden in the bushes and create a barrier strong enough to stop Peter's truck. The only problem was if the humans got out of the vehicles with guns; the Rofonians could possibly be in the wrong position to stop them.
"Disarm them we could. To cover all angles, have to, we would, stand in the middle of the road," Mamusa told us.
"That would take the fun out of it," Peter said with a smile and then became serious, "Also it would expose your unique gifts to the humans."
"If lots of humans arrived, all at the same time it could put the ones standing in the middle of the road in danger," added Ooza when he translated.
"No, it should not. Cover I have, all other angles," Mamusa reassured.
"Why don't I stand in the middle of the road and do nothing. The clones are not likely to hurt a human, especially one who would... seemingly be not doing anything," I suggested.
"But Princess, why?" questioned Ooza.
"Solve not, how to cover all angles," stated Mamusa.
I merely smiled, looked at Ooza, and pointed at Rainbow Dancer.
"Ooh, I get it! If Rainbow Dancer was standing beside you, then the disarming could be done from inside the howdah and Mamusa's problem solved, but the humans would still see our unique gifts," Ooza added.
"The how..., what?" Peter asked Ooza.
"The howdah on Rainbow Dancer's back," replied Ooza.
"What howdah? Rainbow Dancer was just here and there was nothing on his back. So I don't get it nor I do get what the advantage that would that be." Peter said, sounding frustrated.
While they were talking, I motioned for Mamusa to follow me and put her in the howdah when Peter wasn't looking.
"Peter, what do you see on Rainbow Dancer?" I asked.
"Nothing, maybe... a shadow of something. I think, I kind of see something, but not entirely sure what," he answered.
"You don't see the howdah? But it's..., I do not understand," Ooza said.
Peter's mouth dropped when Rainbow Dancer laid down and Mamusa exited the howdah.
What a shame most humans lose their gift of sight for what is magical. However, this time lack of sight could work to our advantage, for chances were that the clones would not even see a shadow.
There were only a few ways up the mountain and they were all very narrow, steep and rugged. As I have said before, they were framed densely by trees and bushes, and tire tracks were about all that identified them as a road.
On the exact day that I saw written down when I was at the meeting, we heard three high pitched signals. This told us, not only where the clones had entered, but how many there were.
"They're on their way, Princess. The battle is about to begin and there are lots of trucks and lots of humans. Oh Princess!" Ooza said with fear in his eyes.
"Do not worry Ooza, we are prepared. We've got this. The only thing you need to do right now is be safe and send us good thoughts."
The clones arrived on the road that had a small clearing off to the left. It had enough room for two human vehicles to park or to turn around. We had chosen a spot just up the hill from that clearing, for we wanted to make their exit as convenient as possible.
A convoy of five trucks came up the hill!! Rainbow Dancer, along with four unseen Rofonians in the howdah were stationed in the in the middle of the road. I was beside them wearing my indigo robe and Peter's dark glasses.
The battle began!!!
The first truck honked its horn when the convoy came to a halt, and of course the ones behind, honked also.
"Hey blind girl, get off the road or you'll regret it!" Samuel Evans yelled.
I did not move and the truck continued towards me. I took off my glasses and the truck stopped again, revving its engine with more clones screaming. The trucks behind honked their horns again. Samuel, Gerald and three other men got out of the first truck. The doors of the trucks behind them opened! More and more humans appeared and most of them had guns!!
I put on my glasses as the guns began flying out of hands and into the bushes. The men were on their buttocks, patting their heads. They were getting pelted by pinecones!
They looked all around as if they were searching, trying to figure out where the pinecones were coming from. Well, that was enough to spook some of the clones. So if they looked like they were seeking the shelter of their truck and not the blast of their guns they were given a chance. Leaving their guns on the ground they jumped into the last truck. It backed up, turned around, and left. Then there were four.
It was terrifying, but it was also extremely funny and I was having a very hard time keeping a straight face.
When the men from the remaining trucks went to fetch their guns from the ground, they were plopped down suddenly upon their buttocks. Well, that was enough to spook a few more. Several more of them chose to retreat and climbed inside their truck. One more turned around and left; then there were three.
The screaming for me to stop was getting quite loud as the men were still either getting pelted or plopped.
Finally, I yelled, "Who wants to get back in their truck?"
They stopped yelling and listened so I continued, "If you are trying to get into your truck because you want to leave, then put up your hand. So who wants to get the heck out of here?"
Five men put their hands up and one by one they got into a truck and it turned around and left. Then there were two.
What?!? I heard a loud noise! At least, I thought I heard something. Had I fallen to the ground? Was that blood!? Had I been shot?!? In a haze I watched the men getting into a truck. I thought I saw it backing up, but I wasn't sure. Was my hand shimmering? Everything went black....
Chapter 48 - Thee High Priestess
The ground beneath was quivering. My body did not seem solid or was it my eyes having a hard time focusing? I was not sure. Oh no, I was shimmering! I was shimmering throughout! My entire body was one shimmering light! Had I disappeared but where had I gone? Everything changed. Was I in a room now? Had I travelled through time?
Everything switched again. There were green leaves around me, trees, and an indigo sky. The trees looked solid. I seemed solid for a moment, but a moment was all.
I was shimmering once more. There was that ceiling in the room again and it too was shimmering. What was happening? What was going on? Had I come here to die? That was when I saw her, wise and beautiful, her hair curled around her head.
"Queen Chayzlazamia?" I said in a weak voice. "What are you doing here?"
"I believe the question is," she said in a breathy tone, "what are you doing here?"
"I don't know. I think I was shot. I mumbled. I don't know. I have never been shot before. Am I going to shimmer away?"
Everything went black. I could hear a flute. That music..., I had heard it before, yes..., the children..., they formed a circle. They were singing for Thee Empress. Was I here to see her? I didn't see butterflies. I was supposed to see butterflies, wasn't I? Everything went quiet.
