The Mother

As the drum begins, I stand in journey space. What do I need most at this time? My jaguar Sasha comes wrapping herself around my legs. I reach down lovingly stroking her black fur. She begins to walk and I follow. There is a great storm in the sky. The clouds are black and angry. Lightening is striking everywhere around me. It is dark and the lightening provides the only light to guide us. A dead tree stands alone in the distance. We approach the dead tree. It is large and its lifeless branches reach up to the sky. There is a door in the trunk so I open it walking in. I am not in the tree long when the bottom falls out. I am careening downward very quickly. I am not falling as much as moving in a downward direction similar to sliding down a chute of some kind. I land with a splash into the water. Looking around I don’t see anything in particular so I start to swim. A small island appears and I crawl upon its sandy shores. The island is small with white sand beaches and a single coconut tree. Sitting under the shade of the coconut tree I wait. A single coconut lands with a thud next to me. There is a machete and I hack back the fibrous shell to get to the water inside. The coconut water is sweet and delicious and I guzzle it down.  When I am finished, I use my arm to wipe my face letting out a large sigh of satisfaction. Pretty soon a fish flops onto the shore and a fire appears so I cook up the fish eating its tender delicate flesh. A seagull lands on the tiny islands eyeing me with curiosity. I say hello. It flies off. The island begins to sink. As the water level rises, I wade out and begin to swim again. A whale comes by and I grab hold of its tail. It takes us down, down, down into the inky blackness. The whale leaves me at the entrance of sea cave. I go in. A woman is waiting for me. I ask who she is as we have met several times now. She tells me she is the Mother. I ask like THE mother, in Sophia? She nods. She walks towards me. She asks permission to touch me and I agree. She places one hand on my back at the base of my neck. She uses her other hand to run it up and down my spine back and forth, back and forth. You have difficulty receiving she tells me. I don’t disagree. She keeps running her hand up and down my spine finishing at the tail bone with a light tap. As I am thanking her the drum beat begins to slow then fade. I return to the beginning which is also the end.