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Story and artwork by
Dean Adams Curtis "How wonderful the stories, chants and songs of the ancients must have been," wrote archaeologist Maria Demeter in an article that some considered groundbreaking, but others considered wrongheaded. Maria encouraged her colleagues to liberate their intuitive speculative sensibilities, as they also keep true to rigorous academic scientific analysis. Allowing the addition of more intuition may well lead us to discoveries of greater underlying truths beyond the dimensioning and categorizing of artifacts. "It is sad so much has been lost from the thousands of years during which human beings lived and shared epic stories with one another through community recitations with songs, chants presumably interspersed, without ever conceiving of a need to create written language to write and record the concepts being communicated." But now the archaeologist who wrote the groundbreaking article lays alone and near death in a coma, deep within an archaeological excavation. The dig is behind a dam that will open within forty-eight hours and flood the hole in the ground where Maria's body is prone upon a smooth 9000 year old birth giving stone.
Archaeologist Maria
Demeter is not yet dead in the present, but in her state of limbo, in a
suspended state of consciousness, something beyond conventional understanding
happens. She is born again...9000 years ago.
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She feels her mouth open
and a large cool breath of air fill her lungs.
When she lets out the air it is with a time transcending cry of pain and confusion. 9000 years in the future, Maria's husband Daniel Demeter awakens, startled by a dream that he has just cut the umbilical cord of prehistoric baby that for some reason he knew was Maria. In the same moment as he awakens, his adrenaline causes his head and torso to levitate bolt upright. |
"Maria!" he calls out loudly, but there is no reply from his wife.
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With a growing sense of dread, Daniel searches for Maria, calling her name over and over as he does.
But Maria doesn't answer his shouts...
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...because newborn Maria is suckling peacefully at the breast of her mother.
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Next week's episode:: "New Day in Old Time"
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Within
the void between here and there, amongst the unity some call the collective
unconscious, the complex energy entity that has sensed itself anew and has
opened eyes upon awesome utopia, now
begins to
perceive distant rhythmic vibrations.
The sound grows slowly louder, a chanted song in a language long lost. Next a
pressure moves down the complex energy entity from the top of the skull,
bringing with it flashes of life experiences from the past and future. The
visions come faster and faster until they seem to crescendo.
At
first her sensations of the birth are well, warm and fuzzy. The chanted song is
welcoming, the smells that provoke her nasal passages are extremely interesting,
and the hands that elevate her tiny body evoke sensations that flood into her brain and
comfort her. Then comes a sudden sensation at the center of her being that is
not like the rest. A green flint blade, sharpened for the occasion of her birth,
is drawn quickly across her umbilical cord, severing it and her mother's
placenta from Baby Maria's body. 
The singing of the midwives lulls newborn Maria.
Another vibration
stimulates her skin and her senses. Her mother begins singing softly, joyfully joining in harmony with her midwives. The newborn drifts
again into space between here and there, this time with a connection to
her mother, who joins her. They are weightless
in joined dream. Midwives carefully lift the baby and place her on furs in a tripod-legged cradle.
