I live in a small village. The American helicopter lands once again with it's troops for us to feed. We are told they are here to protect us. Even though we are not part of that story, we feed them. It's a good trade as many of them have the best stories. On one visit the leader of the soldiers refused to get back on that war bird. I saw into this as he dropped one knee and stayed his ground. Many did not get on that helicopter and a few did. When it took off I saw into the decay of this and all helicopters like it. So it is I say to the village, this one man's act of defiance cloaked us from their warring maps. We celebrated that night and I dreamed onward for my people.
These men of a country I never knew existed, stayed with us and families grew. Where the first man who dropped a knee to the earth and refused the war bird, a black crystal grew. It was taller then any man or woman of the village. It's many surfaces allowed the people to gaze from the eye of any celestial sphere. Soon after we found we too could be as spheres, the animals of the jungle came to gaze at it's surfaces. The people no longer needed the black crystal to see or travel. We were master dreamers. After a while a Tiger came and the villagers wondered what a Tiger might see in the mirror of sight. I saw in my dream boar, antelope, birds, and monkeys. When visiting one evening a lightning came from the sky. The Tiger opened up and stones like a fountain came from the belly of Tiger. When we gathered them in and made necklaces, we discovered the worlds of all animals. The necklaces had opened up our hearts so we speak, one species to another. The crystal turned clear.
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