“You’ve entered this plane as one extreme of a duality.’ Yin spoke.
“You see yourself as an instrument in some battle between good and evil.” then Yang.
“Your is-ness is incomplete, it is not yet-ness.” They spoke together.
“The answers to the ills of this world lie not in conquest” Yin.
“There is no external enemy nor axis of evil to defeat” Yang.
“Only the grinding of the poles of duality; only the middle way.” They embraced.
The twins were the portrait of completion, complementary halves of a whole, poles through which cosmic energy spun full loop back in on itself, flowing effortlessly between the two, so long as they remained entwined. While a beautiful existence to behold, it looked rather limiting to Tante, a bit too clingy and co-dependent. When they were separated for any period, each tended lose identity, to fall apart, lost in some extreme of self-hood. Together, their emergent properties were a wonder to behold.
“What can I do?” Tante was enrapt by their twining embrace, it looked so comfortably moderate.
“Have you tried eHarmony?”
The crone looked at the pair over the reading glasses she’d borrowed from the library in the grand home they now occupied. It was a look she was working on perfecting to non-verbally communicate her utter disregard for the comment on offer.
“I took a vow of chastity with this gig. After Virginia birthed me, she and Joseph got to go off and live a regular family life, I took over role of the saintly virginal one. B shape-shifts to satisfy my carnal needs, we learned the appropriate resonance frequency and its targeting when we were both still girls. Ours is not a relationship of the flesh” She blushed to a lovely shade of Koori cinnamon.
The twins looked over at Baltha, still decked head to toe in deep purple, only her eyes and feet exposed. She, too, blushed. “Ours is a pure relationship, we two who came to this place time together, we who were Beldar and Zoldak of Taphao Thong, we do not couple as this species does. We have our way. The shapeshifting makes it loads of fun. The potential is mind boggling, and Tante is quite imaginative.”
B shape-shifted into Captain Atticus Ahab, one of their favorite characters.
“Our love, too, is chaste” Yin.
“Our embrace is one of kinship” Yang.
“After all, we’re twins.” They sighed it out together.
Yin, the female half of the duo, had dark black skin and eyes so icy blue as to look white by contrast. She was soft spoken and lean, well muscled, quiet with a cat-like cool, a sinister sort of covertness concealed in the overcast of her gaze.
Her brother Yang was deathly pale and pudgy, his black eyes shiny with the ebullient good nature that radiated from his being. Their father was a Mongol, their mother fine, pearl white, porcelain china. Literally a doll.
It was tricky.
“Yeah, I can see how that might make the whole resonance frequency thing kind of awkward.” Tante sighed with them. “And B. has a very active sex life separate from me, she didn’t sign up for the same role I did.”
“Oh yeah, shapeshifting is well worth it. Not only do I get to hook up with guys like Gwardar, I can join in on raindrops and crash into a few fusion reactions on the sun before breakfast, just to get my juices flowing.” He winked as Atticus before he went on:
“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view, until you climb into his skin and walk around in it. But then, from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee. Ye damned whale.” He blew kisses at Tante.
Tante blew kisses back at him as he shifted back to Baltha.
The twins’ polarity had gotten her to thinking. And feeling.
Thinking vs. feeling. A FEEL t-shirt was definitely out of the question, it might look like an invitation. She’d already found that the males of this species had an odd fixation with boobs. However, since the THINK approach didn’t seem a very sound one, given the observed state of those with whom they were dealing, perhaps a little more emphasis on the more primal side of humanity was in order.
Good vs. Evil.
That was pretty much how the story of Revelations went as she understood it, all sorts of evil shit going down and fire and destruction and blah blah blah until the River of Life and the Tree of Life appear for the healing of the nations and people and the curse of sin is ended and everybody lives happily ever after. Of course the role of the Antichrist isn’t all that clear, and gods knew, it was pretty obvious that what the people of this place time had done with the teachings of Baby J. was pretty darned twisted. She could anti that shit all day and still not have to cross any lines into evil. She was sure she was good.
After all, the Christ was already long dead and gone. Being born among the Koori had been very useful, it had divested Tante of the limitations of that belief system right away, she’d always looked at it through the eyes she’d been born with and what her appearance reflected from others. Her parents were tainted with the stories of the white man’s god in a way that Tamminya’s presentation had not influenced Tante, she saw it from two different perspectives. Overall, Revelations was just a story.
The trick was how to get these folks back to the river and the tree and the life.
It seemed to Tante that each of the members of the household in which she found herself had something unique to offer to the whole. The twins had the middle way pretty well delineated. Haile was the network specialist, the hipster of popular culture extraordinaire. Ja complemented Haile perfectly with his vehement opposition to control, particularly the artificially contrived controls of the Military Industrial Pharmaceutical Educational Agricultural Oligarchy of popular culture.
Tante was Auntie, the Crone. She got pissed off and the earth rumbled, the skies darkened, and flood waters raised up from the depths. Or so she assumed, she’d not try to conjure that one yet. She'd be playing around with her apparent additions to the early package that not everyone enjoyed.
Baltha was her BFF. Well, her babysitter, really. B. mostly kept her out of trouble. Mankind was wrecking enough havoc upon the planet, Tante felt redundant. What she needed was a good villain, an opponent, an evil one to conquer. After all, she couldn’t be the evil one. It had to be some other.
“There are four more gathered in the states, two more in Eurasia, two are global”.
“Are they all from Taphao Thong?” Tante asked.
“Does it matter?” The twins’ sudden energy shift zinged the room.
“Well, no, of course not....” Tante stumbled. She’d transitioned through a few different cultures now, so interactive effects of genetics and channeling of ED’s would produce interesting new dynamics in this place timeline. She smiled.
“The twins are from Fomalhaut b” Haile chimed in.
“Ah, Dragons”, nodded B.
“Among Bears” countered the twins. Taphao Thong’s more formal name among Terrans is Ursae Majoris b, one of the bear Exo-planets.
“But to answer your question, no.” Haile replied.
“The others are from here and there,” Yin said.
“Hither and yon,” Yang added.
“Now and then.” in perfect harmony.
It was clear to Tante that the Dragon twins were harmless, beautiful creatures, really. So slaying dragons was out of the question. Surely there were some forces of evil out there in the world and she’d learn of them when she met the others.
“Some of the others are pure Terran, diverse life forms. The fungal network is awesome, super widespread. There are souls here from all over dimensionality; flatland has gone all Riemann curvature tensor polytopic on us in the here now.” Haile beamed. “Apparently this little system has caught the attention of many of us who would like to give it a helping hand through this difficult time. And it’s maturing, as you’ll see when we meet the others.”
“Sounds like fun, when do we set out? I’ll need new shoes.” Tante was eager to get back on the road.
“Oh, we’ll be flying,” was Haile's reply.
Now that sounded interesting. Tante started thinking about winged dragons. B. started thinking about sedatives.
The End is Near