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The Myth of Kyrrell Swamp – Chapter 1 Part 4 September 2, 2009

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Every beginning is a consequence –
Every beginning ends something.
– Paul Valery

CHAPTER I.4:  Birthin’ in Thelra

© D. Erick Emert

maker

Jalleli held her daughter out to the Elder who accepted the whimpering babe with a ready smile. He turned and addressed the gathered villagers.

“Long ‘go ‘fore even TimeWas began;
‘Fore the OutSiders n the crackin’ a Erde;
‘Fore His will called forth the Vigroth;
‘Fore the animals breathed the air;
Nuthin’ ‘xisted but Brother Maker himselfs.

The villagers fell quiet.  Smiles brightened every face.  They knew what followed.  Bicatta, his face both animated and exaggerated, continued.

Brother Maker stood alone back then;
‘Cause no need lived in the Universe.
When the need began Brother Maker created She,
Who sprang from the will a Him, the all.
Thus the Female came inta bein’.

Brother Maker saw the She n named Her Juist –
His reflection n the Spirit a all things;
The first creation n the foundation a all ta come.
She brought with Her the first Spir’tual Law:
All would come from the male thru the female.

Cord members stood in their own little groups.  Cord brothers hugged their sisters.

“N so Brother Maker called Juist inta His work.
Tagether they punched holes in the fabric a Time.
Thus light came inta bein’ n shone bright.
Juist took up the light n turned it in ‘pon itselfs.
The She sep’rated dayshine from niteshine.

“N formed the stars o’ the Universe with Her touch.
She hung a seat from the stars ta watch their lights.
Then Juist gathered some starshine n made it solid.
She formed it inta a circle, a ball, n called it Erde.
She called forth water n created the ancient seas.”

All eyes remained fixed on Elder Bicatta.  The villagers had heard this firetale numerous times before.  In fact, most of them could recite it at will.  Yet they listened as if they had never heard the tale before.

“The great waters produced air n clouds formed therein.
Juist waved Her hands over the air n motion began.
By such movement dry land appeared n Juist smiled.
Soon flowers n plants n grasses n trees sprang up.
Life gushed from Her Spirit n began ta fill all Erde.

“From Her seat high in the distant night sky,
Juist looked down ‘pon what She had caused ta be.
Pleased, She hugged Her Erde close ta Herselfs.
Thru her af’ection, fishes sprang forth from the waters;
The grasslands, mountains, n deserts filled with animals.

It is difficult to relate what these people felt for the Maker and Juist.  Some might call the Vigroth a simple people who believed in the nature gods and goddesses that all aboriginal tribes worshiped.  Yet, if you gave a full examination, the Vigroth firetales are complex.  Circle contains no simple  beliefs.

“Brother Maker saw the She made s’perior things.
He worked his will n Juist waved Her hand
N within the Secret Place, deep unnerground,
The first Vigroth man n woman came ta be.
They formed them in the spirit image a the Maker.

“The Universe rejoiced in what Juist had brought inta bein’.
Soon many Vigroth thrived in the Secret Place.
‘You must teach them our ways n our laws,’
Brother Maker said n Juist nodded agreement.
‘I will show them what I made n they will learn from such.’

You could see the anticipation in his audience’s eyes.  As the firetale neared completion, the Cordfolk  grew antsy to hear its finish.  Not to end the firetale, but for what would follow it.

“Brother Maker blessed Juist n all Her work.
He saw that all She created would instruct the people.
The plants, the animals, the fish, the birds, the stars;
From all these they would learn His laws.
For this reason, Nature is called the Great Teacher.

“Even taday, Juist watches from Her sky seat.
She looks over all creation n Juist is well pleased.
We Vigroth have learned many things from Her work.
The great Phys’cal n Spir’tual Laws are there for us.
We study n learn from the great mystery a life.”

Biccata opened the wrap and placed the infant’s chest to his left ear. Silence saturated the village as he listened with an intense expression for many moments. A smile creased his face. Turning to his people, he held the child at arm’s length. In a husky voice he announced to his village:

“Rolt moc hak hira tza Gilrrie n Jalleli!  Ka moc Lobot khars!  Ka lona ranish!”
(This is the daughter a Gilrrie n Jalleli!  She is Lobot Cord!  She will survive!)

With these words, he married the newborn baby to members of the Lobot Cord. Only one Lobot had been born previous to this, a boy, birthed over a full season before. This baby girl became the second. Their numbers would grow to eight over the next four Times, five girls, and three boys, this being the usual ratio of men to women born to the Vigroth tribes of the Weald.  Her Cord brothers and sisters would be her mates.  Mistakes in matching never occurred.

At the word “ranish” a roar went up from the assembled people.  The drumming started again, this time spreading the happy message of birth throughout the southern Weald. People slapped Gilrrie and Scakkif on the back and hugged Jalleli, Kariessie, Trachhie, Ciattie, and Gauggan.  Others whooped and still others danced in circles.

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