The Fable of The Sinuous Serpentine Crossing

Thousands of years back, in a world very different from that which you know, people of a different heritage and bloodline congregated. Their meeting point was a fork in the well traveled dirt road that they called the “sinuous serpentine crossing”. The ancestors of these people told legends and myths related to the crossing. The gods themselves had walked the sinuous serpentine crossing on their way to a new and different life, many thousands of years before.

On this group journey, the people sat and discussed which path should be followed. You see the path separated at the crossing and some of the people had an intuitive feeling that the gods had willed them to take the path of the hairy mule. Others, of the same heritage and bloodline, believed that the gods had left clear cut signs that the correct juncture to follow was the windy road of the westerly.

The people sat and discussed their opinions. Many reviewed interpretations of the folklore and mythology related to the sinuous serpentine crossing. The elders generally agreed that the westerly path would forever enable the bloodline to remain viable and righteous. They commented that it was foretold that anyone seeking the route of the hairy mule was destined to become one of theses creatures- and that is why they were relegated to being nothing more than a beast of burden. Others disagreed and mentioned that the westerly path had so many bends in it that more than half of the time the easterly wind was blowing. The paradox of this was clear, and, the gods themselves spoke of the virtues of the hairy mule, especially in the sand stone scriptures that lead directly to the sinuous serpentine crossing.

Belevus, the old wise man of the bloodline, told a story that had never before been revealed. Many decades ago, he and his father had wandered away from the village and came to this very sinuous serpentine crossing. They sat down on a large rock to rest and contemplate which of the winding paths they should take. Belevus was trying to convince his father that neither path mattered. Whichever one you took you would ultimately end up the same. But his father did not accept this idea. Belevus was nothing more than a young fool. He did not know what the gods had learned. The father made his son travel with him on the route of the hairy mule. And, guess what- nothing happened. They did not turn into beasts of burden.

One of the bloodline commented, “then why should we take the path of the windy road of the westerly?” Belevus responded “I’m an old man and I got confused.” Others were disgruntled with this and felt that maybe neither path should be followed. Jugingu, a young member of the bloodline, commented that maybe the answer comes from within and has nothing to do with the path of the mule or of the westerly. Belevus then told another story that until that point had never been revealed. Many decades ago, he and his mother had wandered away from the village and came to this very sinuous serpentine crossing. They sat down on a large rock to rest and contemplate which of the winding paths they should take. Belevus was trying to convince his mother that her husband was nothing more than a human-mule and that she should leave him. But she did not know which path to take, so Belevus suggested she take the westerly path. His mother agreed and they both traveled the route and, guess what happened? Nothing! Jugingu asked Belevus what his point was to which he responded, “I forgot what I was talking about.”

The bloodline was now getting a little disgusted with Belevus and they asked him to please keep his memories to himself. A tear came to his eye. Jugingu realized that he in part was responsible for hurting the old mans feelings and in an effort to appease him sat next to him and told him a story. The group listened, as Jugingu talked about a dream he had just the night before. “I was in a strange land and there was a fork in the road. I was with a group and we were discussing which path we should follow when a large magpie landed on my head. The magpie could talk! She told me that if I let her shit down my throat I would gain infinite internal wisdom. So, I opened wide and the big magpie started shitting. It seemed like it never ended. I became filled with magpie shit and I could hardly breathe. Then, I passed out. When I awoke, the magpie had turned into a mule facing the westerly and I was downwind, breathing his noxious fumes. I could not breathe and I passed out again. I did not wake up for weeks, or so it seemed. But, I was not dead. I was simply full of magpie shit and stinking mule odors. Finally, I woke. The group was gone- they’d split up- half went on the path of the hairy mule and the other half went on the westerly. The mule was gone and the magpie could not be found. So, I realized this all came from within me! It was a dream!”

Upon hearing this revelation Belevus broke out in a river of tears. Jugingu could not understand how he had hurt the old man so much with his dream story. “What is wrong Belevus?”, stressed Jugingu. Whimpering Belevus proceeded to tell the serpentine crossing gathering a story that had never before been expressed. Decades earlier, when Belevus was a young child about the age of Jugingu, his mother and father left him at home. They reportedly went out on the sinuous serpentine crossing to smoke some opium weeds that grow on the sides of the trail of the hairy mule. Belevus was at home crying when a large magpie came by his house riding a hairy mule. The magpie could talk! The big magpie told Belevus- open your mouth and I’ll give you a big surprise that will make you stop crying. Belevus believed the magpie and closed his big wet eyes and opened his mouth wide. He felt something warm and gooey going down his throat but he did not dare open his eyes for fear he would not be able to stop crying. This process continued for a long time- hour after hour. Belevus was getting full now and could hardly breathe. The odor was strong and he seemed to pass out. Only later was Belevus brought back to reality. His mother and father returned, wrecked on opium weeds, to find their son covered- from head to toe- in mule shit!

Jugingu and the others on the sinuous serpentine crossing were now beginning to realize that Belevus was nothing more than an old brain dead, psychotic, hallucinating imbecile. One of the bloodline suggested that they set Belevus on a hairy mule and send him on his way down the path. Jugingu picked a weed nearby and started chewing it and went into a strange trance. He began visualizing odd magpies flying around and shitting in peoples mouths as well as big stinking mules blowing out noxious, poisonous gasses everywhere. These were hallucinogenic and everyone at the sinuous serpentine crossing grew light headed and giddy. Belevus began a story about how when he was young he was at some strange fork in the road and his father made him puff on some weeds and he became very sleepy. He fell into a deep sleep and when he woke there was strange gods present and they were talking in backward languages and the sky was upside down. Belevus turned himself inside out and backwards and he then could understand what the gods were saying. It seems they were discussing mules, magpies shitting in peoples mouths and the sinuous serpentine crossing. In this trance Jugingu began speaking Mulesse and Belevus began talking in magpie language. Neither could understand each other and none of the group at the sinuous serpentine crossing could communicate. Everyone began eating the weeds along the path of the hairy mule and they went into a collective unconscious state. This lasted for hours and eventually Belevus woke, stupored and dazed.

The rest of the group likewise woke at the sinuous serpentine crossing. They wondered why the hell they were there in the first place? A lot of magpies were flying overhead and a lot of hairy mules were on one of the paths. The bloodline headed back on the dirt path to their homes, stupefied and groggy. Belevus stepped in a big batch of mule shit along the dirt path. He fell forward, knocking Jugingu to the ground. At that second, a big magpie shit right in his open mouth. “What did we come out here for anyway?” thought Belevus. As the group walked back home Belevus began telling them a story that until that point had never been revealed.

3/08

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