Surely I think

All people

All space

Most truly realize

That we all are the creator’s children

Perhaps “peace on earth”

“Good will to men”

Is not just a bygone phase

But a way of life

Which can be truly magnificent

         

     

       The Elder stopped and asked Alvaro to get the kettle, then he went on,“ Once I went to a big university. I needed to learn the white mans knowledge so I could tell our people what was occurring, besides the euthanasia practiced upon us. I went into a doctoral class in Phenomenology where they talked about all kinds of interesting things. When it came my time to write a paper to teach the class with, I wrote a great statement. I wrote: I prefer the perception of Being to a concept of a self. Now the professor and I had a common bond which had been mutual somehow. He looked at my scribbling and he looked at me in disbelief and with a smile he asked, “Are you going to defend this?” I replied that I wasn’t going to defend it but, I could talk about it to the class. And I did. I got an A because the professor and some of the students had peeked into the realm beyond words, a state of Being which used reflective consciousness as storage and retrieval of lived phenomenon. Most people are divided inside their “selves.’ Here, reflective consciousness in these people is used to contain an image of their selves as their internal beingness comes into collision with their external realities. How can I use reflective consciousness as an information and experiential base if I am always combatting an IMAGE of myself which I have to constantly maintain. An internally deposited set of rules and regulations of what I-should-be. Now I could go on with this for a long period of time. In fact that’s what I do. Clear the cobwebs if possible.”

      Alvaro came in with a pot and cups for us and the men in the hall. "Just in time” the Elder said, “I was getting a big wind blowing," he laughed.

     I didn’t laugh. I wanted to hear more. Here truly was a crack between the worlds. Robert didn’t laugh either. He and Tomas were busy writing. The Elder poured the tea and a fragrance like honeysuckle wafted in the air. We all took a cup . The Elder held up his cup and said “Saludth.” We all did the same. The tea was excellent and that feeling of rarified energy came back.

     

-From Neisthes journals  "Into the Night"

 

     

                  

      “Do you believe these things?” queried Robert.

       “There is much difference between your culture and mine. Much difference  within my own culture and the knowledge of the Kivas.” The Elder replied. “We say words which we assume that each one of us understands in their absolute syntax. I can assume this is true as long as there is information which is coherent. The white man has so polluted the world by his emerging distortion that few people can be coherent with Spiritual development. A lot of fragmentation abounds within your culture, a lot of material madness. It is his fear of non-existence which rules the day and the people. It rules citizens of not only his country, but all other countries who try to stand against his rulers.”

     “There is another Reality which is much more permanent than these efforts to continue his. Personal life with security and abundance. The other Reality is the world of perceptual Being, an existential Sprit with the ‘energy of creation.’ This Reality is real and just as necessary as taking care of your body.”

-From Neisthes journals  "Into the Night"

        

      Robert looked at the Elder intently as he reached into his pack. Alvaro stiffened, expecting what I don’t know. Robert pulled out a thick book which looked like a journal. “May I,” he said. The Elder nodded. Robert spoke in a clear relaxed manner. “I have come to you because the keepers of kivas have told me that if I wanted answers to my questions you were the one to see. And I have many things to say and perhaps not too much time to say them.” He reached into his pocket and produced a rock which he handed to the Elder. “Do you know what this is?” he asked.

      The Elder said nothing, just waited for Robert to go on with his statements. Robert didn’t really seem to care whether he had an answer or not. He went on to fill in the blanks, “It’s a moon rock.” Here he waited for the impact to hit the Elder. The Elder looked at the rock then handed it back to Robert. He simply looked at Robert as if waiting to hear the punch line.“ It’s yours.” Robert said. “ This is a moon rock but it came from a site on Earth. It came from Iceland.  Do you have any stories of this?”

      My eyes had to open a little wider because I was beginning to hear things which definitely interested me.

     “Yes,” the Elder said. “May I ask to what purpose the questions are raised?”  

      Without flinching Robert spoke, “ I have been in the middle of some events which have changed my life, forever. The world I grew up in is only a memory. Events that culminated two and a half years ago have led me on a quest for validity of certain aspects. This rock was one of the pieces to comprehend, to some degree. My coming here, I hope, will put all the pieces together. At any rate, it was worth a try.”

      “The rock you hold is a piece of the moon. The moon is the child of mother Earth and the planet who hit her. The moon is a by product of this collision. But that happened a long time ago.”

     Robert seemed elated. The feeling was noticible in his voice. “Do you know more?”

     “When this planet hit Earth," the Elder continued, “It pushed the Earth into a larger orbit. What had been a cycle of 360 earth revolutions around the Sun went to 365 plus. Debris of another planet is evidence that a larger planet hit another one and those fragments orbit the Sun today. Or so I’ve been told.” 

-From Neisthes journals  "Into the Night"

           

            

      Alvaro came in followed by Tomas and five men. Robert looked at the Elder with eyes which portrayed something. What I did not know. His demeanor didn’t please the Elder one bit.  The Elder looked  at Alvaro and the men who came with him. “You fellows can wait by the door.”   

     “Not so fast,” said Alvaro. “I want these men to stay in here.” He motioned for the men to remain.

     Again the Elder spoke, “ You men wait outside. If I need you, I’ll holler.”

     Here, Alvaro interrupted, “I don’t think that’s wise, I want these men to stay in here.” Alvaro motioned for the men to stay.

    The Elder spoke again, “I must be heard this time. You men wait out there. If I want or need you, I’ll holler.”

    Meanwhile, I was feeling a sense of timelessness, of some other timeage. I had the perceptual feeling of being an energy field in which my body was unified. This energy field went beyond the boundaries of my body and I felt that my physical presence was suspended in it, radiating in its invigorating essence.

    Alvaro remained steadfast and said for all to hear. “I don’t know this man Robert. I don’t think it is wise for you to be left unguarded.”

   “It’s alright,” the Elder said and he turned his back and motioned for Robert to sit down.

    Alvaro wasn’t very happy with this but, he nodded and motioned for the 'aides' to stay outside. Reaffirming his position Alvaro said “Don’t venture away. Come quickly if called. Alvaro discharged the men with an intense look of sincerity.

    “So,” the Elder said to Robert, “you wanted to speak with me? “ As he spoke, he waved Alvaro to the seat on the left of him and me on the seat to the right. He continued. “Tomas please take out your notebook.”

    So there we sat in a close circle. Tomas next to me and Robert sitting in front of the Elder, next to Alvaro. A hush fell into the room and the fire crackled comfortably.

-From Neisthes journals  "Into the Night"

         

     Robert looked at the Elder. What I came to ask the other night, I couldn’t speak. I did not trust any of you. When I couldn’t speak with you alone, I talked around the bush, so to say.”

    “And now?” The Elder questioned.

    “I have to stop running somewhere,” Robert said. “Guess this is as good a spot as anywhere. I’m tired and I don’t know where to turn…I don’t know what to say first… I,” he shook his head as if trying to let the words out of a dam.

    The Elder bent over to him and motioned for him to come closer.  Robert moved forward as the Elder spoke, “Do you trust me Robert?” The words were as a father speaks to his young child.

    “I do,” Robert said with a sound of relief…a note of resignation.

    The Elder reached into a small bag and when he brought his hand out, I could see the salve on both index fingers. It was the same slave he had put on us. With one finger he placed salve on Roberts crown, his soft spot. Then he held Robert’s head as he pushed the salve onto his forehead. Robert offered no resistance.

    Then the Elder put the salve on own his head in the same places. “What now?” I thought. I began to feel, perceive the Elders energy intensely as well as Roberts energy, which seemed no longer bound close to him.

    “Now tell me,” the Elder said, “take your time. Let’s talk of the questions you came here to personally ask me that you thought would help you." 

-From Neisthes journals  "Into the Night"

              

        Robert stopped being relaxed as he asked,” What were they asking and what did they look like?”

       “The men,” said Alvaro, “were dressed in tourist clothes..it wasn’t just what they wore it was also how they acted…always with the sunglasses and telephones. Also the number of them, ten, twelve, here to stay awhile. There were another six of them in two SUVs at the edge of the village. There in the cafe, others appear to come and go. It is really difficult to individualize them because of the Hawaiian shirts and the kaki pants…black shoes.”

      “As to what they want,” Alvaro continued, “they are looking for a man or group of men who have information about something. That’s all I know.”

      “Did they mention any names?” Robert asked.

      “Yeah,” Alvaro said, “names and pictures.”

      “Did you happen to hear the names or see the pictures of the wanted people?” Robert asked quietly.

      Alvaro answered  “They’re all over the village, and everywhere from here to miles around. This is serious. Someone has stepped on somebodies toes. They are sure at least one man has been through here…none of our people ever know anything...it’s not our business.” He looked at Robert as he made the last remark and then added “Or is it?”

-From Neisthes journals  "Into the Night"