“What did you mean when you said that we’re so different?” The statement that Yanaha had made about the Europeans and their close genetic connection to the gods of yore had bugged Juno.
“It’s the same with all of the cultures overly contaminated by ED memes.” Yanaha had never explained this to anyone but Arnold, and it was going to be interesting doing so with this group. She’d moved through so many cultures and belief systems during her childhood and youth, she understood the feelings of being an outsider. Her own native culture had changed so much over time, and she’d spent so little time in it, she felt more like a child of humanity.
“Your classical gods are otherworldly superiors. It’s the same with the Abrahamic god. They are all gods of hierarchy and thrones and economic inequity based on race and class and include angels and demons and streets paved with gold, magical powers conferred on the chosen ones. In the east the gods demand duty and rules and recognize strict social order of caste or standards for proper behavior. The gods of the first peoples are different.”
Zeus and Juno had declined participation in the dream weaving exercise; they both had enough connections in the world of movers and shakers to possibly be recognized by the man the others had connected with. Since then, they’d felt a little outcast.
Juno looked over at Zeus who was sitting back in a lawn chair with his feet propped up, a book open in front of him, and a glass of chilled white wine on the table beside him. He’d been in deep discussion with Haile about what to do about the IMF and those pesky 0’s and 1’s that produced so much inequity in the world, and was distracting himself with a spy novel. They made a good team; Haile’s androgyny kept Zeus focused on the task at hand.
“Well, at least we’re not the worst of the Imperialist Dogs on earth. Our people got over that quite some time ago, at least for the most part. And you’ve got to admit, we’ve got some beautiful culture. A lot of great stuff came out of the Golden Age.” Juno was ribbing Yanaha, mostly in self defense.
“Yes, and driving out the Imperialist Dogs is no longer my primary goal in life.” Yanaha smiled. “But it does seem to be part of the Divine Plan.”
Yanaha was an eli, held a Juris Doctorate from Yale, where she had specialized in immigration law. Her intent in doing so had been to find a way to turn the white man’s laws against him and return the land to indigenous people. That had been back in the sixties.
Arnold Elison was a Harvard graduate, also Juris Doctorate, also with a specialization in immigration. His idealist’s streak made him determined to help all people fleeing oppression everywhere be able to get into the USA the way his parents had when they’d fled the Nazis. He also happened to be cousin to Tante’s foster grandmother, the American actress who had adopted Virginia out of the Outback as a child.
The world around them was getting smaller all the time.
“We met while taking the New York state bar exams in 1967 and fell in love. We both passed and decided to run around for awhile before settling in to practice. First we spent some time on the road, exploring, all over the Southwest US and Mexico. I added a lot to my knowledge of plant medicines.” She smiled at Arnold.
“We ended up San Francisco and got into the acid scene”. Arnold smiled back at Yanaha. “We found ourselves in the same kind of existential crisis some of you are in right now. Once we’d been to the other side, trying to live life doing battle in the courts seemed meaningless. We didn’t know what to do.”
“That’s when we got the note and the deed, so we decided to just wait.” Yanaha held up the jeans she’d been patching. “That was almost 50 years ago now. It worked out just fine. Over the years, our work has kind of melded into an epic 12,000 page brief that is the immigration Catch 22 SNAFU from Hell. It will bring justice to both indigenous and immigrating people everywhere.”
“Fifty years and you’re still in love?” Juno was amazed. She was a child of the 1980’s and her expertise in the psychology of human sexual behavior was world renowned. Of course she was crazy about Zeus and always would be, but she couldn’t imagine sharing this little love nest by the sea with him for life.
“In love with each other, in love with Forest and Sea, in love with each and every part of all of it.” Yanaha’s voice was song-like as she spoke.
“Yes, that’s it! That so totally resonates.” Tante spoke up. She’d been very quiet since learning of her connection to the dream man and her experience in his head. It was so different from the ways she’d grown up with, the ways of her mother’s people, the ways of Yanaha’s people that she’d learned about. She was starting to get another feel for what it might mean to be the Auntie Christ, the one who disavows the gods created by people who saw heaven in other worlds.
“The god’s of my mother’s people are earth gods, water and wind and soil and fire and tricksters and vaginas and animals and life.” She was adamant about it.
“Yes, the same is true of indigenous people here. Our gods are gods of the earth, and seasons. They’re gods of moon and rainbows and earth and sky, gods of fertility. Natural gods.” Yanaha was getting excited, too. “The gods created as something above human and earth, something more powerful than water and forest, those supernatural ones are the gods bringing such destruction down on Gaia.”
“It’s basic ecology, and it fits with the economic mess we’re in.” Zeus laid down his book and joined in the conversation. “The gods of the first people are the gods of the system that is Gaia. Humans lived on earth for at least a hundred thousand years, probably two or three, and protohumans much longer, millions, living with the gods that actually gave them life and supported them, things like water and fire and the organisms they share life with. When the gods started thinking themselves beyond the constraints of this system that is Gaia, crazy things like totalitarian agriculture started taking place. All the isms follow, anthrocentricism, classism, racism, imperialism, whatever it is that I am ism. In terms of economics, capitalism is the pinnacle of it all, a system based on the assumption of infinite growth capacity within the constraints of a finite planet. I see what you mean.”
Not only was he gorgeous, he was brilliant. Juno beamed at him.
“It would make an epic Anthropological Study, trying to figure out when the first EDs showed up.” Ja was always taking online courses through EdX; linguistics and anthropology were two of his favorites. He was fascinated by the whole scene and also felt strongly connected to the ways of Tante and Yanaha’s people, even more so in his primal roots in the snow people.
“There are no first people.” Yin spoke up.
“There are no last people.” Yang joined in.
“Only the here and now people.” They were present and accounted for.
Yanaha jumped in and got back to the Divine Plan.
“At any rate, with help from Haile and Ja, we’ve managed to complete our two contradictory briefs, mine which fully supports expulsion of all immigrants and their offspring to arrive any time post Revolution, and Arnold’s which fully supports unlimited access to every tired, poor, hungry son of a bitch on earth. The third section is our grand opus, which does a dance of legalese with the two previous arguments that brings it all together in such perfect harmony that even Yin and Yang just vibrate with it.”
“It is good.” The twins confirmed her statement in unison.
“We’re going to send it all off via Fed-Ex to your dream man, as you suggest.” Arnold beamed. It was the first time they’d actually used the letter head he’d designed for them all those years ago. “We’ll see if he remembers the names from our little adventure.”
"Twelve thousand pages? What does it say?" Tante never failed to be amazed by the ways of this world.
"Basically be nice and share with each other. We're trained to be wordy." Arnold's smile was cute as a button.
“How come Arnold’s got such great first people, or last people, or whatever karma?” Juno really was starting to feel a bit like an outsider was worried about offending the twins. Her fashionable shoes were appreciated only by Haile, who appreciated everything hip.
“I’m from Brooklyn.” Arnold’s response was one he’d considered for a very long time. “My father was a non-practicing German Jew and my mother a non-practicing Catholic Puerto Rican. We mostly followed the religion of the American way, which was use your head to get ahead. Law seemed like a good way to do that and to do some good in the world, too.”
He paused and took a sip from his wine.
“Thing is, when we started getting out of our heads, first in Mexico and then out here, the religion of the American way started looking really foolish. Falling in love with Yanaha helped a lot. Anyway, the thing is, once you live on a piece of land the way we’ve been doing for as long as we’ve been doing it, you become a part of it. We produce the food we eat here and we leave the shit that we produce behind to help produce more food. We sweat and bleed and shed our skin on this land and it feeds us. We offer thanks to the land and sky and water the the land gives us the vision of the wise ones. I’ve learned to commune with Sea and Forest and all who live here, we are one.”
“Wow. You know, the whole Ecosexuality movement fits right in with this as well.” Juno’s interest was definitely peaked. “I’m going to have to do some reading.”
“Countless words.” Yin.
“Count less.” Yang.
“Than the silent balance between.” Yin and Yang.
It was bed time for the twins.
The End is Near