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Chapter Four


 

The Second Coming of the Messiah

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Bolting upright, Thomas woke up under a bearskin on the couch. Half-a-dozen condiment bottles around half-eaten food and half-empty bottles of beer littered the kitchen, he was sweating in the morning heat. Attuned to the face-paced life in Asia, he instinctively looked for the coffee machine, which he knew Josh would have in his cabin if nothing else. The coffee machine was the only clean item on the counter, which he attempted to wipe clean but stopped; too large a job and too many variables in the equation. In the mess, coffee filters were beside the machine and the coffee in the freezer so he made a pot.

As the coffee brewed he went outside into a postcard: flowing fresh water of the Brokenhead River running five feet from the front door partly nestled in a cluster of birch trees. Sound instilled him with distant echoes of what he remembered nature to be. Air crisp and cool by the river, he sat on the steps and listened, surveying the yard and pondering the hiking trails that branched off into the forest, but despite being surrounded by the beauty of Mother Nature's mosaic he was distracted by the unusual dream he had.

"That's what we call a Manitoba waterfall," said Josh, pointing to the small set of rapids in the river. He handed Thomas a cup of coffee in a mug of dubious hygiene.

"Tranquility is the act of living in accordance with the equilibrium of nature," he said, "so this is an ugly reminder of how out of balance I am."

"Not bad, eh? Fifty bucks a month. It's a roof over my head and the trails go on forever. I haven't even come close to exhausting them. I can walk all day and not see anyone." Thomas felt drawn to lose himself beyond the trees.

"You have total privacy. I think I can say for sure there isn't any where I live. Terrible Feng Shui. It drains you after a while."

"Hmm. Feng Shui is very importante, non?"

"And I pay a thousand bucks a month for my place and am surrounded by concrete. And all the buildings are the same height. Highest density in the world."

"That says something, doesn't it."

"And I never dream in Hong Kong."

"I had a great dream last night." 

"Me too."

"I dreamt of my own death," he said, rubbing his whiskers.

"Ah, do I want to hear this?"

"Yeah, because you were in it. It was strange because I saw everything from above. Dad and I were on this long tree branch that was suspended way above freezing water and icebergs in the North Pole. We were both lying on the branch on our stomachs watching the action below when I began to slip. When I started losing my grip, I asked Dad if he could move over. Instead of moving over, he looked at me and said: ‘I've always wanted to do this' and he let go. Dad fell a hundred meters down and splashed into the Arctic Ocean! I could see his jacket flapping through the air and the splash he made when he hit the water. There were people standing on the icebergs but they just stood there waiting for him to surface. I began yelling at them to dive in and save Dad but they didn't do anything. At that point I let go and plunged into the cold water. As I fell I remember seeing myself falling from the vantage point of the branch. Once I was in the water I couldn't find Dad, but after a minute I hadn't surfaced either. It was only then that you appeared and jumped into the freezing water to pull me out. I can remember looking at myself from above as I emerged from the water. My skin was white as paper and my hair was full of icicles. My head moved from side to side but I wasn't breathing; I was freezing to death. I seemed to melt with sadness at the sight of my own face because I couldn't believe how much I looked like you. Then I woke up cold as a Popsicle." Intuition told him Joshua's sadness had nothing to do with seeing him but everything to do with the fact that it took him so long to jump in to save him. Thomas shivered.

"That's not your garden variety," he replied. Remy went into his cabin and returned with a red and black lumberjack jacket.

"Here, put this on. I never wear it. That coat you had on last night that wouldn't keep a fly warm - it's like a piece of paper. Something to do with that quality issue from anything made in China." He slipped it on; it fit like a glove.

"Smells a bit of BO," he said without thinking. The smile on Joshua's face disappeared. Saying that the jacket smelled like body odor was unkind. Showing any disrespect upon receiving an act of kindness was to him a very serious no-no.

"Grandfather taught me the Four Sacred Principles, which are caring, sharing, kindness and truth."

"Thanks man. Sorry, maybe it's me. Right. The Four Sacred Biggies. I'll remember that." Silence was full of the running stream.

"So what was your dream about?"

"Very odd indeed. It was so real I wasn't sure it was a dream at all. But what was so strange was that I didn't do anything in the dream. It was like experiencing the creation of a painting - a series of images on a canvas. It was so clear - like seeing the stars last night. It had that same clarity." Sipping their coffee, neither spoke for a minute, Thomas watching the transparent sheath passing over worn rocks like a sparkling plasma that never dies. It's icy coldness was pure.

"You know what was in it? That God of Mischief I saw last night at the bar - the orange image with the flute." Josh raised his eyebrows.

"That's pretty serious. Kokopelli is a big swinging dick in Hopi lore."

"I'm positive it was the Kokopelli with the spiked hair. But there was more. It was so intensely colorful. Ah, it's tough to explain."

"No,no; it's important that you recall your dream. Dreams are revelations from the Creator. I write my dreams down every morning. It's a primary guide for me in my life."

"You have a piece of paper? I bet I could sketch it out." He darted into his trailer and returned with a piece of paper and a history book to write on. He sketched, speaking as he remembered one image after another.

"There was this ladder that led up towards the sun. The sun was bright orange and had - of all things - an image of a swastika covering it. But it was the ladder that I stared at because it didn't have straight steps to climb on; instead there was this swirling pattern intertwining upwards to the sun. It looked like...like a DNA thread or whatever it's called."

"A Double Helix. "

"Nice one. Like a woven Double Helix that was moving. And the ladder reached right up to the sun but instead of going into the sun it went around the sun as if reaching behind it."

"Behind it?" Josh spilled some coffee on his jeans.

"Enlighten my bun."

"Indians believe that's where the Great Spirit lives, behind the sun. And the swastika is an ancient Hopi symbol that represents the sun. And the Double Helix pattern is one of the classic manifestations of the Fibinacci Sequence." He put the pencil down and looked at him.

"Fibinacci, mmmm. Very interesting... And I swear, these spirals weren't static; they were moving." Thomas began sketching again until he's finished. Josh studied it for a moment.

"This is what you saw in your dream last night?" Voice tinged with doubt, as if he might be the victim of a practical joke.

"No, it's not a joke. See these things?" he sai, pointing. "They were like pillars that sort of framed the image - stone pillars with this one near the sun bigger than this one. But what made it all very cool, at least to me, was being transfixed on this star here over the ladder and Kokopelli because it was sparkling like I never thought possible." Josh rubbed his chin as Thomas tugged at his moustache.

"You know what we should do? We should show this to Grandfather and see what he thinks?"

"Why?"

"Because that star symbolizes the second coming, that's why." A large crow swoops down and lands on a nearby branch in one of the birch trees.

"What exactly are you getting at?"

"The Second Coming of the Messiah. You know, the Pahana coming during the Seventh Phase."

"And when exactly is the Seventh Phase?"

"So easily you forget my brother. I told you a few years back."

"The turn of the century?"

"Yes, according to the Hopi Indians. More coffee?" He gave him his mug as he reached for the sketch again.

"Oh, and there was one more thing. How can I forget that? There was this really thin line going to where the Double Helix ladder sort of turned to go behind the sun. The line was perfectly straight and so incredibly thin that I could hardly see it - so I remember reaching out to grab it and felt an electric shock. I think that's when I woke up. It was a spark actually, an orange spark." Josh touched the line he had just drawn on the paper.

"Here, wait," said Thomas, with a spark of mischief. "You have something on your forehead." He touched Joshua's forehead right between the eyes and they both felt an electric spark.

"What did you do?" he said, gently feeling his forehead as Thomas laughed. The right side of his beard was standing on end.

"Some sort of strange shock." When he took his hand away a red welt was directly between his eyes above the brow.  

 

  

  
 
  

 
Table of Contents
 
Part One - Canada
1.      The Twin From the East Returns  
2.      The Sundancer  
3.      Waxing Gibbous 
4.      The Second Coming of the Messiah 
5.      The Sacred Twin Story 
6.      The Sign of the Pahana 
7.      Palongawhoya and Poqanghoya 
8.      Rainbow Thunderbird and Red Phoenix 
9.      The True White Brother 
10.    The Lost Louis Riel Notebooks 
 
Part Two - Hong Kong
11.    A Mixture of Revulsion and Pity 
12.    A Classroom of Scallywags 
13.    Illegitimati non Carborundum 
14.    The Distant Fire of Empyrean
 
Part Three - Burma
15.    The Monastery of Sacred Tablets 
16.    The Outpost of Tyranny 
17.    When the 12th Moon Comes 
18.    The Pigeon Left & the Crow Took His Place 
19.    Go North and Find Your People 
20.    Finding Orwell 
21.    Though the Monkey is in a Hurry, the Tree Branch is Not 
22.    The Castle at God's Toes 
23.    The General and Sergeant Betel Nut 
24.    The Tattooed Station Master 
25.    Reverend Crow's Life's Work 
26.    Yield Not to Adversity, But Press on More Bravely 
27.    A Bitter Cuppa Tea 
28.    The Thirteenth Tribe 
29.    When a Lamp is Lit You Must Expect Insects 
30.    John the Christian 
31.    A Guardian Angel Named Hanna 
32.    The Bar Car & Betel Nut 
33.    The Son of Light 
34.    Slipping the Karmic Knot
 
Part Four - Hong Kong
35.    The Tonsure Warning 
36.    The Phoenix Reborn 
37.    Touching the Empyrean 
38.    Joshua the Gatekeeper 
 
Part Five - Canada
39.    Lapsit Exillis 
40.    Thunderstones 
41.    The Time of Great Purification  
   
 
 
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