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The Vigroth Cord Song and The Bible October 13, 2009

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The Good Book
One of the most remarkable euphemisms ever coined.

– Alfred North Whitehead


The Vigroth Cord Song and The Bible

© D. Erick Emert

Spiritfolk

Below is the Vigroth Cord Song from Chapter 3 of The Myth of Kyrrell Swamp.  It is one of the three Creation Songs of the Vigroth oral tradition.  The other two are located in Chapter 1 and can be found on Daily Deliberations, my other blog.

I have a little challenge for you.  Read through this song and see if you can tell how many of the ideas presented can be found in the Bible – an excellent resource for creating religions, real or fantasy.  I’ll come back in a few days and give you answers:

“Long ‘go, back before Time n Times themselfs began.
Brother Maker caused all us Vigroth ta come inta bein’.
Erde was perfect back then.
N the Great Weald stretched far from north ta south.”

“Now, Brother Maker knew the OutSiders was comin’
N he’d have ta crack the world.
So he formed us as spirits back then, with no bodies.
This was before our first birthin’.

We was in the Secret Place deep unnerground.
He tolt us, ‘Get ta know one another real good.
He hadda special purpose for our people.
After some time there was groups a us

What enjoyed one another’s company.
We worked well with each other
So Brother Maker fused us inta the Cords.”
“Brother Maker wove us tagether in the depths a the Secret Place.

Like strands makin’ up a bow-string,
He twined our emotions,
So we’d know n x’cept one another.
He laced our spirits,

So we’d have the strength given a bonded cord.
This kept us strong n survivin’.
“He meshed our desires,
So we could focus our will more fully tagether.

He braided our minds,
So we could think without dis’greement.
He marked us on our souls as Corded,
So the Elder would know who ta put us with.”

“He destined us ta be Corded,
As was his plan.
He made us able ta give up the self
For the survival a our people.

We are unique in all his work.
“Then, Brother Maker cracked Erde!”

“He formed our bodies
N birthed us ta the Weald.
Now we are bonded one ta another,
For all Time N Times.”

“One flesh.
One mind.
One spirit.
One will.

“Deeply familiar
With one ‘nother’s ways,
Cause we grew tagether
Across eternity.”

“Our names reflect this unnerstandin’
Forged in us for one another, a reminder.
Two letters, tagether, in each name.
One for the person outside

What’s easy ta see.
One for the person inside
What takes a effort ta know.
“Ta balance the dangers a life

Brother Maker gave us the bond.
A true blendin’ a all we are
Unlike anythin’ else in the Great Teacher.
Special ta us n only for the Vigroth Cords.”

“When we die We go back ta the Weald
Both in Spirit n body.
Then we rebirthed
Someplace else in the Weald.

“Don’t make no mattermind
If we be rebirthed male or female
Cause we are one.
Thus, as Brother Maker promised, we survive.

Lec hojasoc.”   “We are one.”
Lec lona ranish. “We will survive.”

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Mirrors and Mind Lies October 8, 2009

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He is a fine friend
He stabs you in the front

– Leonard Louis Levinson


Mirrors and Mind Lies

© D. Erick Emert

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We’ve all heard that little voice inside us say things like, “You’re not good enough!”  “Who could possibly love you?”  “You don’t deserve friends!”  Mind lies.  All of them and others like them.  They are the chief cause of depression because we believe them.  And why wouldn’t we believe them?  They come from our own mind, do they not?  And who knows us better than our own mind?  And so not only do we believe this kaka, we won’t let anyone else convince us of something different.  After all, if our mind was wrong, we wouldn’t be who we are would we?

In my book, The Myth of Kyrrell Swamp, my young Vigroth Cord children learn how to handle mind lies.  They learn to give over trust to one or two certain friends whom they can believe over their own mind.  After all, if there is someone in your life you trust, perhaps you SHOULD believe them over your own mind.  They just might know you better.

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Jalleli led the Lobot children to the bank of a small pond located a mile north of Thelra. Partially surrounded by rock ledges and an acre in size, the locals called it Korathku, or mirror, because of its reflective surface. A local swimming hole, the li’l boogers all enjoyed coming here. However, this would be a different exercise today.

“Can everyone see Billics n Selggie?” Jalleli asked.

They sat strung along the edge of a rock outcrop that overlooked the pond. Giggles greeted the funny faces Billics made as they reflected off the smooth, flat surface of the water.

“K. Now, Lobot, let’s get a bit serious. Who here thinks the ‘flections in the pond look ‘zactly like Billics n Selggie?”

Every little fist shot into the air immediately but eyes kept moving back and forth from the children to the pond inspecting the features of each and their images.

Billics appeared shorter than Tarrilip or Coginna and a bit rounder. His straight, blonde hair rested on his shoulders.

Selggie couldn’t help being a squirmer when not focusing on something. She loved to keep her long black hair braided. She had an engaging smile that almost seemed to wrap around her face.

“K. Now, su’pose I said ta ya that Selggie hadda big red woget on her right cheek. Would anyone here believe me?”

They all giggled again, as a woget resembled a large inflamed pimple. Coginna spoke up.

“Course not. Can see she ain’t got one.”

“That right. But su’pose I just said that ta ya only, Selggie… how could ya be sure ya didn’t have one?”

“Ummm. Could look at my ‘flection in pond?”

“Selggie smiled self-consciously as she leaned over the edge of the outcrop to check her likeness. Her image showed her face to be smooth and tanned, although not as dark as her older sister Parrsie’s face.

“That right,” said Jalleli. “Lookin’ at our ‘flections is a way ta be sure ’bout what’s so n what ain’t so, hey?”

All the boogers shook their heads.

“K. Who knows the story ’bout when Brother Maker cracked Erde?”

Normally quiet Parrsie raised her fist in the air.

“Parrsie? Would ya tell us?”

“Yes, umm, Brother Maker made all things in perfection. All animals was tame n all peoples was friendly. There was no killin’, no need for the Cords. Then OutSide came ta Erde some wheres near Uppsala n Sigtuna way north a Thelra. They r’jected what Brother Maker said was so n what wasn’t. Brother Maker was angry with ’em but wouldn’t destroy ’em. He kept ’em from the Weald n cracked Erde n perfection was no more. It was after this that he birthed the Cords, which he had gathered in the Secret Place from ‘fore TimeWas began. He birthed ’em in the Weald for their pr’tection.”

The boogers all listened with deep intent as Parrsie summed up the FireTale in her soft breezy voice.

“That right. N what does it mean for people ta not be birthed perfect no more?”

This time Monggausie spoke up. Her deep voice sprang from the very center of her being. “Means there’s killin’ in the Weald now.”

“Yes, that true. It does mean somethin’ else tho, too. Anybody gotta thought?”

You could see lines of attention break over the boogers’ faces. Ahllie looked up and said, “It’s why our bodies grow old n get sick sometimes.”

“Very good, Ahllie. That very true. But what ’bout our minds. Any ideas Lobot?”

This time Jalleli received only blank stares. You could almost see the children thinking through all the FireTales they had heard. However no one could remember anything concerning the mind being mentioned in them. Finally, Tarrilip raised a fist.

“Don’t know zactly. But think I heard Mama say ol’ mind lies ta us from time ta time.”

Jalleli smiled in agreement.

“That right. Now does anybody know what Tarrilip’s Mama meant when she said that?”

More vacant stares met her question, not unexpectedly. This time, however, no one spoke up.

“K. Let’s keep usin’ Selggie as our ‘zample.”

Everyone giggled again and a couple fingers poked into Selggie’s side.

“How many Selggies are there?”

Lockksie, chewing on the end of a strand of hair, answered. “Two, no? The Selggie we can see n the Selggie inside her, which we gotta learn ’bout. Is why we got two letters in each a our new names.”

“That right, Lockksie, but our mind, which is inside, thinks it really the only true us. It selfish n very pr’tective a that. If we allow it, it will tell us who we are n ‘cept no other def’nition. The mind starts doin’ such from way ‘fore we get our names. Its idea a who we are gets narrower n narrower as we grow older, cause our focus is on ourselfs. Then ol’ mind will kill off our relationships ’cause it mistrusts others. Soon we think none unnerstan’ us. We think we got no friends. We think our Cord n even our parents are ‘gainst us ’cause they don’t know us like we do. The mind is so good at this game that it will ‘ventally cause us ta take our own life if it’s left ta its selfs.

This the trap people outside the Weald fall inta. They focus on self n hear their mind’s voice tell ’em bad things ’bout themselfs over n over. They give others the right ta hurt them emotion’ly then blame them others for doin’ such. With their mind focused on self, it not easy ta hear truly what others say ’bout them. They listen only ta mind’s voice n soon think that the way they really are. Mind goes outta its way ta prove from xperience that what it says is so. Then they believe all others think the same way ’bout them as what ol’ mind says, even when those others don’t. They live life outta what their mind tells ’em.

This pr’motes fear, anger, distrust, self-hate, self-pity. It d’stroys all the good a person truly is. Ya get two people like this tagether n how can they co’municate? Can’t! Can only hear themselfs. Their relationships show such too. You wanna be like that, Lobot?”

The boogers sat wide-eyed scared at this point and shook their heads ‘no’ in haste. They never heard things like this before and they felt a child’s fear of the unknown mix with the fear of becoming the kind of people Jalleli just told them about.

“We defeat this by keepin’ our focus outside, on others. This is why the Cords so ‘portent ta our survival as a people. Even within the Cord tho, we each have a special person or persons that we DeepChat ’bout ourselfs with, beyond what we share with the others. We call these ones korathkuin, our mirrors.

If we keep nothin’ hidden from them they will mirror our true selfs back ta us, just like this pond ‘flects our true features. From these ones we gain the truth ’bout ourselfs. We over come what ol’ mind tells us n d’feat its purpose.

I’ll give ya a ‘zample from right here within your own Cord. Monggausie, what ya think ’bout the size a your hands?”

Monggausie froze in terror. She looked down at her oversized hands and tears filled her eyes. Feeling everyone looking at her, she tried to sit on her hands but that didn’t work. With Monggausie on the verge of running away, Coginna, seated beside her, pulled her into his arms. She buried her head in his chest and wept uncontrollably. Within seconds every member of her Cord began soothing her feelings.

Jalleli knelt down beside the five year old Monggausie, running her left hand through the child’s deep auburn hair. She silently signaled to the other children to back away from Coginna and Monggausie, which they did without question. She gestured to Coginna to talk to the weeping child.

“Monggausie,” Coginna said, looking a bit helpless. “Gaussie, it me Coginna. C’mon, talk ta me. What is it?”

His voice a little above a whisper, his hand on her leg, and his eyes riveted to Monggausie’s own in the Vigroth DeepChat focus, Coginna made his presence felt.

The other children looked on, concern etched upon each little face.

Monggausie slowed her crying and looked up at Coginna.

“Nobody got hands like mine, Coginna. Why me?”

The tears started anew, streaking her face and wetting her stomach.

“Brother Maker give ya a useful tool, Monggausie,” Coginna said. “Cides, we all think you kinda fine just like ya are.”

“Monggausie, what does your mind tell ya ’bout your hands?” Jalleli’s voice remained calm, but direct. Her hand never stopped stroking Monggausie’s hair.

“Says they make me look stupit.” Monggausie turned her tear streaked face toward Jalleli in answer. “Says I not like my Kindred or anyone.”

“That right. It does say such. N ya know why?”

“No,” she stifled a sob, “Don’t.”

“‘Cause your mind thinks that who ya are. Stupit n with ugly hands. N it thinks if ya wasn’t that, Monggausie wouldn’t x’ist. So it will do anythin’ ta make ya believe that ya are stupit with ugly hands so Monggausie will continue ta be.”

“You not stupit, Gaussie. I know that. All us here know that,” Coginna added.

“That’s right, Monggausie,” Jalleli confirmed. “Your mind is sayin’ ya got a big red woget on your nose. Yet when you look in your mirror, ain’t no woget there. Who ya gonna believe? Your mind or what ya plainly see in your mirror?”

“Coginna my mirror?” Monggausie asked, eyes opening wider. “But my hands!” she sniffed, holding them up in front of her while looking at Coginna.

“They just hands, Monggausie. Same’s what everybody else got.”

Coginna put his own hands around Monggausie’s. She smiled through her tears and clutched his hands tighter than before.

“These hands prob’ly gonna save our lives lottsa times over, hira,” he added.

Jalleli rumpled the hair on both Coginna and Monggausie. Looking up to the others she said softly, “N this why we Vigroth got mirrors. Mirrors are a matter a choice. Just as these two chose each other, the resta ya will choose also.”

Time Warp October 3, 2009

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Some things have to be
believed to be seen.

– Ralph Hodgson


Time Warp

© D. Erick Emert

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Time warps, or the bending, folding, or warping of the time/space continuum as Einstein referred to it, usually occur in science fiction books.  Frankly, I’ve met only one other person other than myself that claims to have experienced one.  And that other person was with me and we experienced it together.  Allow me to explain.

Sixth street in the town where I grew up starts at St. Isidore’s Catholic School on Broad Street, crosses Juniper Street and ends at Park Avenue where the Senior High School sat on the other side of the street.  One block up on Juniper is Seventh Street, which sports an ice-cream shop called Myerl’s.  Now Myerl’s  had two entrances.  One, on Seventh Street – the back door, and one on Juniper Street – the front door.  Halfway down Seventh Street towards Park Avenue sat the three buildings that made up the Junior High School.

In May of 1957 I was in the third grade at St. Isidore’s.  It would be my last year of Catholic School.  My parents were fed up with me being condemned to hell by Mother Superior so the next year I went to a public elementary school.  In his first year at St. Isidore’s was my new friend, Bill.  It was Friday and my parents had given me permission to spend the night at Bill’s house.  So when the bell rang dismissing classes for the day, Bill and I stepped out into the sunshine of a warm May afternoon.

We walked a block up and crossed Broad Street to Seventh.  We felt a day like this should be celebrated with an ice-cream soda.  When we got to Juniper, we crossed the street and went in the front door of Myerl’s.

The place was pretty empty yet, just a few other kids from the Catholic School were there.  The high schools didn’t let out until 3:30 after which the store got really crowded.  We sat down at the bar and ordered a couple of cherry ice-cream sodas.  By the time we finished them, the older kids began streaming in the back door and the place filled up quick.

Willie and I got up to go but we stopped at the door because he wanted to thumb through the comic book rack.  I stood by the door, watching the high school kids.  After a few minutes I noticed a couple of older guys the taller of which was staring at me.  All of a sudden he started rushing toward me through the crowd, pushing people out of his way.

He looked vaguely familiar, but I didn’t think anything of it and Bill was ready to go. He opened the front door and we stepped outside.  The big kid yelled, “Wait!  Wait” but the door closed behind me.  I told Bill to hang on a minute, but when the big kid didn’t follow me out the door I figured he wasn’t yelling at me.  Bill and I started a conversation.  I have no idea what we were talking about – typical nine year old stuff I suppose.  I didn’t mention the big guys rushing at us and neither did he.  By now, they were an afterthought.

Fast forward to May of 1964.  The year before, Bill had started ninth grade in the public Junior High School.  The Catholic School only went up to eighth grade.  Allentown had a Catholic High School but it was thirty miles north of us and very few Catholic parents sent their kids that far to school.  The majority simply came over to the public school system.

One Friday afternoon, Bill and I decided to go to Myerl’s to get an after school sundae.  It was a warm spring day as we walked across Park Avenue then through the softball field that sat beside the Junior High School.  We continued across the macadam school yard then up the ally to Seventh Street.  A half-block later we entered the back door of Myerl’s.

The place was crowded as it usually was this time of day.  We pushed up through the small hall at the back entrance and out into the main store.  I looked around to see who was there and noticed these two young kids at the comic rack by the front door.  I stared at them and got the odd feeling that I somehow knew them.  When the taller of the two stared back at me, I knew.  He was nine year-old me.

I started jostling and shoving through the crowded store yelling, “Wait!  Wait!”  But it didn’t help.  The two kids pushed the front door open and exited the store just before I reached them.  I blew through the front door but the streets outside Meryl’s were empty, nothing more than a few girls walking along Juniper Street.  I ran to the corner of Seventh and Juniper but the two young boys weren’t there either.  They couldn’t have gone anywhere because there was no time.  I was out the door seconds after they left.

You see, I knew who the two third-graders were.  It was me and Bill from 1957.  We had our Catholic School uniforms on.  Unmistakable.  I know what I looked like as a kid.

I turned and glanced back at the front door.  Bill was standing there in the opening looking up and down the street.  “What the hell was that about?” he asked me.

“Nothing,” I answered.  “Let’s go in and get our sundae.”

I had no idea what happened and I never told anyone about it, not even my parents. It was too weird.  But everytime I remembered the incident I felt way-strange.  I joined the Navy after High School and 1n January of 1967 I was home on leave after Boot Camp.  Bill and I drove up Allentown to the Whitehall Mall.  On the way home, I told him the story much like I told it here.  When I finished I looked over at him – his eyes were wide open and he was perspiring.  He said in a very low voice, “I saw the same thing.  I never said a word to anyone about it.  I thought I was nuts or something.”

So there you have it.  What happened those Friday afternoons in May seven years apart?  I have no idea.

Did I ever use this concept in any of the books I’m writing?  In a way.  The travel between Earth and Erde might be called a bending of the space/time continuum.  It’s not a true time warp, more of a worm hole sort of thing.  But it works.