[IWWC] The Ritual

When you head northwest from Zia Pueblo on old highway 44, the landscape bends and shapes into a parody of itself, more resembling what you would think the surface of a comic book moon would look like. Grey mesa's, red rocks, crushing desolation and wind. Soon though the high desert along the Continental divide , the terrain is more forgiving and soft with ponderosa pines and aspen, the wind gentle and soothing. But the forest respite is short lived and as you descend the mountain switchbacks, you return to the desert with it's harsh beauty and mystery only the locals can appreciate and understand.

Tonibah and Little Wing were very familiar with this stretch of two lane blacktop on the way to Window Rock, Yah Ta Hay and Chinle on the Dine' land, having traveled it many times to gather with the others that called themselves "the people". This time it was different. An urgency was known and even the 70 GTO seemed to respond to the call. They pulled off 44 onto a rutted track with nothing but Juniper, Pinon, Chamisa and yellow dirt as far as they could see. Shortly after dusk the headlights revealed a hogan close to the road surrounded by pickups, junkers, dirt bikes and the drums could be heard echoing off the canyon walls. Around the fire perhaps a dozen people in their teens and early twenties were gathered and a few elders off by themselves sitting on some worn out seats scavenged from an old wreaked school bus that now stored fire wood and was home to a family of goats.

The elders were not there to give any direction or assistance. They were just renters of the hogan, that was owned by the tribe, headquartered in Lee's Ferry. In 50 years they had never paid any rent nor seen any tribal officials. This place on the rez didn't exist in normal time or space.

Wing and Toni joined the circle and noticed that the Ritual had started without them. Beaded leather bags of the sacrament were being passed around along with 40oz jugs of Budweiser beer and pints of Jose Cuervo tequila. The intensity and beat of the drums increased and all heads nodded in unison with the pounding of hardwood on sheepskin drumheads. A youth, perhaps seventeen years old, with braids down to his waist and jet black eyes started the chant. The one and only chant for this last ritual.

"Dzil baahgoo daadzaaz inda dadzigaigoo da. Abinigo nt ee Dine' yee aido bik'i yidzaaz lago dadiiltaa."

All joined in with the high pitched almost nasal sounding chant. And from the canyon walls a low almost inaudible rumbling started. Accompanied with a bright electric blue light and as the drums and chanting abruptly ended, The Ancients stepped from solid rock and joined the young people.

No words were spoken but all gathered knew the truth of the message given by the Ancient Ones. The Ancient One's , now that their message had been transfered to the new clan, faded and drifted away like smoke on the wind.

All over the planet, groups of youth with their own esoteric rituals had been given the message by their own Ancient Ones. Some groups had met in suburban garages, ghetto shacks and apartments, adobe haciendas, Island huts and beaches, yurts, mansions and country club meeting rooms. The ritual transcended economics, status, culture and all things normal and appropriate in what would be considered modern society.

Back on the Rez and all over the world the last ritual had ended. "The People" from the Rez were on their way from the land of peace and headed out to Denver, Tuscon, Albuquerque, St. Louis, Lubbock and Austin.

It was now time for the great Cleansing to begin.



[edit on 4-7-2009 by whaaa]

Nicely done, whaaa.



I could hear the drums echoing off the canyon walls.

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Thanks masqua. And thanks for opportunity to participate.

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Very nice imagery, as was said earlier.

However, what I really like most about this story is the last line. Because it takes this story to a very ominous and completely unexpected level.

This last line made the entire story for me, and took me 180 degrees around.

What apocalyptic event is going happen with this "cleansing"? It is a word that has positive superficial connotations, but is also highly worrisome -- especially when coupled with with the word "Ritual".

A perfect ending and twist to this story.

Very well done! I really enjoyed that.

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Thank you,

It was the imagry of where I live that I was trying to convey.
"Write about what you know; as it were"

And spot on about the tag line...........

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Whaaaaaaaaa, I think I tapped into your conciousness...errrr....erronously, for I was thinking of the same type of story...very nice!

Back to the drawing board for me.

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Perhaps I had tapped into yours.

Im sure your slant on the basic premise would be interesting as well.

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Well, mine was going to be about basically the North American area, but it seems you were using the native American theme as I was going to do. Lol. So it isn't exactly the same.

Nicely done Whaaa, evocative imagery that puts the reader in the desert right along with the participants. I'm sitting here barefooted and I had to lift up my feet for fear a scorpion might ding me.

I hope you do well in the contest,

wupy

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I'll tell you what. I want to go find the rez. Get me one of those 40's and a shot of Jose Cuervo perhaps. War? It can wait. We can cleanse any old time. Let's partay! Just kidding. I loved the story whaaa!

Very nice story, great imagery. The Native American aspect of it was very intreguing to me. S+F!!

Thanks everyone for the nice comments and the encouragement.
I seldom venture into the prose area; except for the occasional screen play. But this was fun; I'm already looking forward to the next contest.

Good Luck everyone!

Liking it, my friend.

Definite Lovecraftian vibe going on here, if you don't mind me saying so.

Good work.

Peace,

MGGG

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half way through the first line i was no longer reading. it was like
some deep ancient voice was narrating the story.that was excellent.
i have to ask is it true?



[edit on 10-7-2009 by randyvs]

Quite enjoyed this think it was quite beautiful. Intense with spiritual passion and ancient wisdom- S & F -Enjoy the ride!

The 'old ways' persist everywhere. They are an undercurrent which will NEVER be completely destroyed simply because they will forever exist within the nooks and crannies of the human mind, to be re-kindled into consiousness by the flick of a neurological switch. We cannot escape our own primitive wisdom, that knowledge of what must seperate truth from mere folly.

'Modern' mankind may want to retain the current status quo of greed and material wealth, but, in the end, the paupacy of that way of life will eventually be revealed.

One cannot eat money.