Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Fox Biddable (18)

   
   "Fox Biddable (18)"
    
   As the March Winds blew in their directed direction, Healing Eagle puffed away on the peace pipe loaded with organic tobacco, homegrown, making sure the tobacco companies didn't spike his smoke with pernicious ingredients.  He inhaled deeply, holding it in his internal cavities as long as he could, praying, though unlike a babbling pagan, and passed out; next, awoke to the Great Spirit's answer.
   Indeed, his sister, Black Snake, had made a jester-like Judas out of the Chief, conning the foul fool into sending his meek mother away to a nefarious nursing home, while he (Healing Eagle) had kept her in a worthier state of health than any typhlotic physician could.  It was bad enough that his father had been thieved away by the white woman, whose cruel countenance was sickly smeared in the after-effects of wrongdoing rhinoplasty, but now his merciful matriarch was in the non-holistic hands of ruthless ruffians drinking Kool-Aid, the same non-native people who soul-washed much of his heritage, thinking slavery outshines genocide, but he would not drink of that preposterous poison, especially when you can't resurrect the dead under ordinary circumstances, though Israel has the highest rate of resurrection, but the Warriors of the North, like Tecumseh Sherman, unloosed  a nation, sacrificing myriads of their own blood--and they are venomously spit on by antagonizing adders.    
   So, the Great Spirit told Healing Eagle to have another puff of the neuroprotective tobacco, and he did so; moreover, softly smiled without wicked agitation into his sister's sinister soul, knowing:  the Blood is the Life, as mentioned by Christ, and that her blood was full of the rhesus monkey spirit, while he was chosen, and that if she did not become a blood sister unto Christ; next, she would be a slaughtered goat on the left of the Messiah's mighty intentions.   
   Indeed, some candles were lit before the architecture of time itself, resisting not the darkness, for that is when light does fuse, and two become one.