{THE FIRST PHASE} PART ONE
THE SOUNDTRACK AS THIS SAGA BEGINS...
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The people sitting around the fire listen to his story as he talks of mighty things.
He having arrived just that day.
His name, it is legendary and he walks his walk alone.
The things that he has seen.
As he speaks the words that he tells become images and the women and children gasp as he speaks of mighty warriors and of fair women such as them.
He speaks of the one god who's skin is so black that in some lands where the people are coal black and the lions striped they paint him blue.
He speaks of the exiles with eyes of blue and skin of white... the ones cast out.
He tells them that these are their children... Born of their ancestors seed.
He talks of distant lands across the great water where the jungles are covered in fog and mist.
Where the crocodiles have rounded snouts and the people are black with red tones.
The man while speaking seems to penetrate the soul of every person listening and they are built up in his power... He in theirs.
He talks of the stars and of how they the people have relatives on distant worlds.
He tells them that each star is a sun and that other worlds revolve in their gravitational fields.
The man pauses in his speaking and looks around.
He notices a young man sitting in the front and looks at the Elder who nods at him.
The man motions the young man over and sits him next to him.
He does not look directly at the young man but he speaks to him.
He asks the young man "Who are you?"
The young man answers "I am the son of the one God. There is no other besides him... He is lord of the worlds."
The man asks "Do you know what that means?"
The young man hesitates but a second as if evaluating the question but the man senses that the young man is really evaluating him.
"Most people they think in time as they see it, there is more to time as related to God, as related to man. In the before time when man and woman walked with Allah there was no age... There were no limits. Man spoke with the animals and the animals conferred with him.
Man saw the stars not from this world but from worlds that traveled the great beyond."
The young man stops talking and the man ask's him "Who told you these things."
The young man answer's, "They have been here since my birth. They were revealed as I lived."
The man looks at the young man and asks him "Are you ready?"
The young man answers "I was born ready."
The people around the fire stand and walk by the young man, as each one passes they say their name.
His father and mother are the last to walk by and they pause.
His father hands him the necklace that he wears around his neck.
It contains the ashes of his ancestors.
He looks him in the eyes and the emotions that pass between father and son are felt by everyone there.
His pride is immeasurable.
His mother is a figure in grace and pride and she stands him up holding his hands.
They do not embrace for that is not the way of the young man.
There are tears in her eyes and she tells him that she knew this time would come, had known since his birth.
She hands him a package and helps him to strap it to his back.
She turns and leaves... she does not want to see him go.
The young man in his wisdom overstands.
Emotions are a powerful thing.
The drummers begin to play a beat that the young man has never heard before but he feels it in his soul.
The warriors begin to dance and they look as if they are about to take flight.
They and the women chant and it is as if the night wraps around them... the universe, the all.
The elder and the man take the young man into the main tent and talk to him, as they talk they pour drops of oil on him and pass the ceremonial pipe.
At first it makes the young man cough.
As the elder and the man talk the young man begins to feel the effects of the pipe and the all comes into the tent. He can feel everything, The dancers and the animals which stand in the distance watching.
When they are finished they bring him from the tent and the young man looks at the sky. He sees the blue black of dawn and all falls silent.
The warriors kneel to pray and the women and children kneel behind them, the young man is brought to the ranks of the men and he makes salat with them.
After salat the warriors gather at the gates of the village and the women and children stand around.
The man of every tribe walks by with the young man behind him.
They do not look back.
The people watch as they fade into the distance.
Future and past.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
