08-17-2005, 12:00 AM
As we live we find that in our minds we think we haven't changed but our reflection in the mirror has.
The road nearby has many travellers on it. Coyote, man, lizard, quail, rabbit, snake etc. all pass over it under the shadow of the mountain of death.
This road we know but in truth it is part of the unknown.
As late one night I was on it returning home I saw in the headlights of my truck a moving shadow up ahead. As there are many creatures loose in the night on this road I slowed down.
As I approached I saw a man and a tiger.
He was walking the tiger with a leash.
The man smiled at me as I passed him and I had a pain shoot down my stomach into my legs. It hurt so bad I pulled over.
As I tried to comprehend what was happening the man appeared at the open window of my truck. "Your the wolf arn't you?" He said. His eyes were glazed and his hair seemed wet and stickly. I immediately answered him "How do you know that?"
He laughed and said "Naguals are not in abundance in this neighborhood." Then he pulled the tiger up closer where I could see it. "This is Simba, she is a nagual cat from India. I am taking her to her new home down the street."
I looked at the tiger and it appeared to smile if that was possible. The pain in my legs was still intense and I couldn't move. I wasn't afraid as when I was younger while at a zoo in Texas a tiger had broke loose from a handler and came to me as I sat in the grass, a young toddler of perhaps 3 years of age. My mother yards away from screamed when she saw me petting a large tiger and a group of people soon watched while the handler slowly captured the cat and the walked it away. I still remember it looking at me.
Anyway this tiger the man was holding could easily break loose but it seemed quite tame.
"Why do you not lead your own group wolfnagual" He asked sincerely. I saw that he was not real at that time and I raised my hand and pointed at him and then he and the tiger disappeared into thin air along with the pain in my legs.
I was sweating profusely and the truck was running.
I put it in gear and drove down that road and laughed, for I had forgotten the memory of the loose tiger.
Allies. They cross into our world on roads such as this, where twilight meets the edges of our memories. Lone Wolf
The road nearby has many travellers on it. Coyote, man, lizard, quail, rabbit, snake etc. all pass over it under the shadow of the mountain of death.
This road we know but in truth it is part of the unknown.
As late one night I was on it returning home I saw in the headlights of my truck a moving shadow up ahead. As there are many creatures loose in the night on this road I slowed down.
As I approached I saw a man and a tiger.
He was walking the tiger with a leash.
The man smiled at me as I passed him and I had a pain shoot down my stomach into my legs. It hurt so bad I pulled over.
As I tried to comprehend what was happening the man appeared at the open window of my truck. "Your the wolf arn't you?" He said. His eyes were glazed and his hair seemed wet and stickly. I immediately answered him "How do you know that?"
He laughed and said "Naguals are not in abundance in this neighborhood." Then he pulled the tiger up closer where I could see it. "This is Simba, she is a nagual cat from India. I am taking her to her new home down the street."
I looked at the tiger and it appeared to smile if that was possible. The pain in my legs was still intense and I couldn't move. I wasn't afraid as when I was younger while at a zoo in Texas a tiger had broke loose from a handler and came to me as I sat in the grass, a young toddler of perhaps 3 years of age. My mother yards away from screamed when she saw me petting a large tiger and a group of people soon watched while the handler slowly captured the cat and the walked it away. I still remember it looking at me.
Anyway this tiger the man was holding could easily break loose but it seemed quite tame.
"Why do you not lead your own group wolfnagual" He asked sincerely. I saw that he was not real at that time and I raised my hand and pointed at him and then he and the tiger disappeared into thin air along with the pain in my legs.
I was sweating profusely and the truck was running.
I put it in gear and drove down that road and laughed, for I had forgotten the memory of the loose tiger.
Allies. They cross into our world on roads such as this, where twilight meets the edges of our memories. Lone Wolf