Friday, October 13, 2017

Tother hand chapter 2 part 2


After she had drunk enough to feel better, her father put down the spoon and made expressive facial motions, widening his eyes and mouth, and moving his ears. This meant, relax and calm down. Listen.

He began, everyone knows the story of the Origin and how we came to the Earth. The first sprit was the air spirit, full of _druj_, or disorder and deceit. When I throw water into the air, it spreads and splashes. If I cup a stream in a bowl, it becomes orderly and calm. This is _asha_, or wisdom and truth. Lies cause confusion and distrust. Truth produces order and trust. Wind spirits whip around in disorder without discipline.

From the chaos of the air spirits, the water appeared but it was wild and thrown about by the winds and whipped into waves. The angry spirits prevailed. Air is the original spirit. It represents the mind. Water is the second spirit. It represents emotion. The mind darts about wildly while emotion is less restless. Thoughts flit by at the speed of a bird, but feelings and emotions travel more slowly into realisation. Nevertheless, they move freely.

Beneath the waters of the origin universe formed the fire spirits. Just as a son develops inside a woman’s body, fire was born from water. That is why to this day, fire spirits will enter water readily and conversely water will smother and kill fire. The fire spirits rose up from within the water and collected earth spirits about itself like a cloak. This fire-earth rose up from the bottom of the water and rose to form the land. The earth spirits settled down and formed the earth. The earth protected the lakes and rivers from the air. The air spirits were tamed by the land and the oceans wasted their energy on the shores.

The fire spirits collected in the sky and collected into the warm sun. The sun shined down upon the earth and cooled the hot tempers of the air spirits. The waters calmed and became orderly in their disorder, lapping against the ground. The fire spirits carry water into the air where it falls again to earth and goes back to the ocean.

All four elements were in balance now having arrived in this order: air, water, earth, and fire.

Order arose out of the disorder, but _druj_ can still be found here and there. We all know that the number 2 is the first letter of the ancient alphabet. It is the singular number of counting. When something is whole, it has no number. Split it in half and you have two. _Druj_ cannot exist by itself, and _asha_ cannot exist without mistakes and learning. Order arises from the chaos, at least at first. The first letter of my name is the opposition of forces: fire versus water and air versus earth.

The next letter is also the number of 4, when the two opposing forces split into two more pieces each. Fire and air versus water and earth. The number 4 is also the letter for death. When all four spirits are combined, they return to one: completely balanced but unmoving and silent. Death. This is where too much wisdom binds the mind and emotional balance has gone too far into ambivalence. Too much peace equals death. Boredom and inaction are the antithesis of life.

Between life and death, then, is the letter that has the number 3. It follows 4 as a counterbalance but it is too unstable. Nothing can rest on triangle, like your Iberian training blade. Anything that occurs in threes is unstable and becomes either two or four. Fire spirits enter the water and create vapour air. Too many water spirits smother the fire by separating it from the air it needs. Fire spirits in the air burn and scorch the earth without water intervening. Air spirits blow the earth around and create a haboob that blinds animals and stifles life without water. This is how unstable three degenerates into two.

The combination of three can become four in the following ways. Earth, fire, and air spirits join inside a volcano. The burning earth and air spirits move as water does, even though none of them have the water spirits. Out of this imbalance, the elements combine into fourths: metals, rocks, and glass. Similarly, fire spirits combine with wind and water vapours to move about, creating a fourth called lightning from the clouds. The lightning is so violent and angry that it strikes the earth repeatedly until it is spent. The sound that you hear in thunder is the expression of all this anger and violence.

2711 looked at his daughter. She knew this story by heart, but it filled her belly with warmth, just as the butter tea always did.

The 13th letter of the alphabet is the number 7. It is called _hapta_. It means heaven. Anything that is above your head is called heaven. Heaven is the embodiment of the air spirits. It is above the _mazda_, the mind, and even above the _mainyo_, where the spirits are.

Her father continued, let’s jump to the last letter of the alphabet, which is the number 1. The number 1 does not exist alone in nature. A number is plural, but the number 1 is singular.  Thus, fire needs air to move and transfer. The earth needs water or it turns to rock. Water needs fire or it freezes into ice. Air needs water or else the world would be a desert without rain. Thus, 1 is _druj_ or disorder. The number 2 is _asha_, balance and wisdom. Any even number is balanced. Add one more to that number and it results in imbalance. That’s why 2 is the first letter of the alphabet and 1 is the last. My name begins with _asha_, order, includes _hapta_, heaven, and ends with two _druj_. The two _druj_ combine to balance each other.

Orderly heaven, truth composed of two lies, he said almost too proudly. He caught himself and turned sheepish.

Your name ends in _druj_. Disorder, violence, and fury. When you were born, your mother died. She transferred to you an imbalance that I have sought to help. You were always curious, but resistant to learning. You were always active, but without purpose. You have always learned quickly, but forget easily. You are impulsive and full of fire. You move quickly but without much impact or purpose. You have too much of the air. You are eager to be angry or petulant because you have too much of the water spirits in you. You do not have enough of the grounding and solidity required to become a healer.

The 26th letter of the alphabet is 9. It means pain. Pain comes from an illusion. The difference from the illusion and reality results in a painful expression. The pain can be physical, emotional, or both. It depends on the illusion. A healthy person is under the illusion that they are well. Any illness in the body results in pain because the illusion of health is broken. Conversely, someone who is chronically sick will feel pain where some part of them is actually healthy. Similarly, the illusion of happiness is shattered when reality says that something that was expected is missing. If you expect a gift but receive none, you will suffer pain from a non-existent loss. The opposite is a sad person attached to grief who suddenly experiences a kind gesture or thought. Emotional pain registers and the person cries.

Your name is thus painful double expanse _druj_. Painful disorder. It is a sign of someone who struggles against their own nature. He looked at her significantly. She wanted to roll her eyes at his dramatics, but she loved the stories and it was just getting good.

The creator of all this was Ahura Mazda, the wise Lord. Just as nothing is whole unless composed of at least two parts, Ahura Mazda was contested by an _angra mainyu_, or angry spirit. We sometimes call this spirit Ahriman if we must mention him at all. Whenever Ahura would create a peaceful herbivore, Ahriman would create a predator. Ahura would create a peaceful and beautiful fish, to which Ahriman would send a shark to eat it. Ahura’s sparrows and doves were mere foodstuffs for Ahriman’s eagles and hawks. Soon the whole world was teaming with hunter and hunted, prey and food.

Then Ahura Mazda came up with a wise and wonderful plan to defeat the _angra mainyu_. Ahura created the human form of a woman. He dared Ahriman to retaliate, which they did by creating the human form of a man. While the woman exemplified the water spirits of emotion, the male displayed the traits of fire with aggression. However, Ahura had prevailed by creating the two halves of a whole: all of mankind was set against itself and each other. The mind was counterbalanced by the body (wind against earth). Emotional stability was counteracted by the aggression and destructive impulses (water against fire). Instead of Ahriman producing an evil creature in man, Ahura had created a woman with half of her being evil and half good. Thus, man was created half good and half evil. Both are born with equal parts of _asha_ and _druj_.

These halves are clearly visible in the symmetry of the body. The left side is slightly larger and stronger. It is orderly and expressive. The left testicle in men hangs lower and the left breast in women is larger. Conversely, the right side is bad, unkempt and sloppy. The left hand is closest to the heart and has the richest blood. Healers always lead with the left because it is the cleanest and most orderly. People who do not practice healing are right handed or evil by default. Healers are good by default.

Here 9001 pretended to agree as usual. She always felt self-conscious about her right hand and how she had to struggle with the left. Her father continued, caught up in his lecture.

Ahura had created woman first because she can give birth to a child and raise it from nothing. A man by himself can produce nothing that lives. Ahriman had been tricked. But in doing so Ahura also knew that He had created both something perfectly perfect and horribly flawed. Humans could choose to be evil or good. Depending on the choices they make in their lives, a person can create pure evil or beautiful acts of greatness. Most people do not make any choices at all or alternate between good and bad. They develop into forgettable individuals who are totally unremarkable and disappear forever when they die.

The people who default to evil and who continue to choose evil often express it in destructive and killing ways. They will consume food in excess, either wasting resources so others cannot eat, or consuming so much that the food cannot be replenished quickly enough. Those who choose instead to do good usually express it in terms of creation and life-giving ways. They grow food and tend animals. They cook and prepare meals that are sustainable and ensure everyone has enough good things to eat.

As I have said, nothing exists except as composed of a pair of opposing forces. Sometimes the pairs split for reasons that Ahura Himself only knows. So it is that a woman can have in her body one child that becomes two. These are called twins. The Elders have learnt that from twin children born at the same time to one woman, one child is created from the left side and it is born with more good than evil.

This is an imbalance that must be managed very carefully. Just as water will burst out of a dam that holds it back; and the wind will blow anything down in its path towards the low lands because it is too high; and embers that are covered up will flare when uncovered; and so with earth that is piled too high will come crashing down violently: so too will goodness break forth and become _druj_. This can be manifested as maniacal behaviours: sudden dancing and singing or joyous celebration without cause. Alternatively, too much good can manifest inwardly: the person can retreat into bliss, laying down on the floor and humming quietly, or squatting with both hands around the knees, rocking back and forth becoming unresponsive.

This is why the left-handed children of twins are taken by the Elders and raised as healers, like you and I. Your mother gave her twin children to the Elders and I was selected to raise you.

Here, the story was new and 9001 detected hesitation in his voice and deep emotion in her father’s eyes. She started at the realisation that she had a twin sister. 2711’s facial features softened and he continued with new features of the story he had not practiced.

Yes, I raised you as my own and your sister was the false half. The Elders were clear that I should raise you as a healer since 2387 had died. Here he stopped short and 9001 lifted her head and nearly cried out. The exertion and movement in her throat reignited the pain of her wound and she fell back on the straw bed. Coppery blood coated the back of her throat and she swallowed painfully. Her throat caught and pain seared her neck each time.

Her father applied more pressure with his left hand and reached to grab more strips of wool with the right. She thought she heard him cursing under his breath. He turned towards her and rewrapped her bandages more tightly.

He said, I should not have mentioned her name. You are too young to know the full truth yet. He paused, concentrated on the task of wrapping. She had difficulty breathing. She felt her pull pounding on the left side of her neck, feeling as if her heart would push the blood through her skin.

2387 is her name, he said slowly. It is _asha_, _mazda_, _spenta_, _hapta_. He covered his face with the memory. 9001 felt deeply ashamed for a reason she could not identify.

He continued, it means…but he could not continue.

9001 spoke the silent language so that her throat would not be hurt again. A robin twittered and his mate responded twice. It meant, ordered mind and bountiful heaven. She started to cry again. A rustle of wings faltered as the robin and his mate fluttered away. It conveyed the picture of a lost mother and grief. She wiped her eyes with the crook of her right arm.

Her father nodded and wiped tears from his eyes as well, except he let go of the pressure on her neck to wipe with the crook of his left arm. Mother, he said. Bountiful heaven that gave me my daughter. He tried to smile, but the corners of his mouth pulled down instead and tears streamed down his cheeks.

A river burbled and splashed on the rocks. It asked the question, a twin sister?

2711 wiped his eyes again

The right-handed children are obviously full of _druj_. It is too easy to imagine they could burst forth into _asha_ just as the opposite happens. However, Ahura has cleverly created some asymmetries that are not always obvious at first.

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Tother Hand Chapter 2 part 1


Chapter Two


2711 carried his daughter, 9001, back to the yurt applying pressure to the wound so tightly she was unconscious. He grabbed a section of cloth and some wool from the blanket to stuff into the side of her neck as he wrapped her neck and tightened the cloth. He made it snug enough that her throat could move up and down behind the cloth. Her eyes fluttered open and he commanded, Sleep!

And she slept.

She woke up in the middle of the next day. Her father had tied her head with something so that she could not turn her head. She tried to lift her head instinctively and searing pain from the left side of her neck. She cried out and regretted that too, because something inside the back of her throat either clicked or caught on something and she tasted warm buttery copper in the back of her throat.

Her father’s face appeared over her and he lifted his fingers to his lips. This meant, are you thirsty?

She rolled her eyes away and tears formed in the corners. The tears spilled out into her ears and collected in the concha. She could smell the butter tea her father had prepared, however, and couldn’t help feeling a sense of longing and nostalgia for her favourite drink. The unpleasant taste of blood and the pain in her neck distracted her from these feelings, however.

Her father moved over to her so she could see him better. He said, you have made a grave mistake in your training. You have almost cost yourself your life. Then he paused and annoyance replaced the look of concern in his features. He continued, I wanted to teach you a lesson, but perhaps the blade went too far. It cut into your omohyoid but narrowly avoided the arteries and vessels.

She knew the anatomy from her lessons. It was the one lesson she excelled at. She knew he had struck at the first target, number One. Anger bubbled up in her. He raised his hand in front of her face as he saw her reaction. The hand meant, calm down.

He said, I am the one who is angry. Not you. You are the one who is at fault for your training, not me.  I am responsible for your training, but at some point, you must do the learning. I cannot do it for you.

She rolled her eyes to the opposite side so she didn’t have to look at him. More tears welled up from the anger, shame, and even pain. Her ears were getting cold with the saline pools forming in the creases of her pinna. She caught sight of her friend the spider, but he (it was surely a he) moved down the yurt wall below her sightline.

Her father waved his hand over her face to draw her attention back to him. He motioned with a wooden spoon and opened his mouth. She opened her mouth and he dipped the spoon somewhere then brought it to her mouth. The butter tea was thick and delicious, salty and creamy, but it burned like fire. She coughed and sputtered. 2711 wiped at her chin and face with the rough cloth of his sleeve. He opened his mouth again and dipped the spoon to give her more. She grew accustomed to the heat but her throat still caught painfully when she swallowed. The butter tea must have helped clot the interior wound, however, because the taste of coppery blood disappeared.

After she had drunk enough to feel better, her father put down the spoon and made expressive facial motions, widening his eyes and mouth, and moving his ears. This meant, relax and calm down. Listen.

He began, everyone knows the story of the Origin and how we came to the Earth. The first sprit was the air spirit, full of _druj_, or disorder. When I throw water into the air, it spreads and splashes. If I cup a stream in a bowl, it becomes orderly and calm. This is _Ahura_, or wisdom. From the chaos of the air spirits, the water appeared but it was wild and thrown about by the winds and whipped into waves. The angry spirits prevailed.

Beneath the waters, however, formed the earth spirits. The calm and orderly earth rose up from the water and protected the waters from the angry winds. The benevolent earth gave rise to calm lakes and pushed back the angry waters. The fire spirits collected in the sky and collected into the warm sun. The winds were driven by the fire spirits, but could not continue forever. The sun shined down upon the earth and cooled the hot tempers of the air spirits. All four elements were in balance now, earth, water, air, and fire.

Order arose out of the disorder, but _druj_ can still be found here and there. We all know that the number 2 is the first letter of the ancient alphabet. It is the singular number of counting. When something is whole, it has no number. Split it in half and you have two. _Druj_ cannot exist by itself, and _Ahura_ cannot exist without mistakes and learning. Order arises from the chaos, at least at first. The first letter of my name is thus, life. Opposition of forces: fire versus water and air versus earth.

The next number is 4, when the two opposing forces split into two more pieces each. Fire and air versus water and earth. The number 4 is also the letter for death. When all four spirits are combined, they return to one: completely balanced but unmoving and silent. Death. This is where too much wisdom binds the mind and balance has gone too far. Too much peace equals death.

Between life and death, then, is the number 3. It follows 4 as a counterbalance but it is too unstable. Nothing can rest on triangle, like your Iberian training blade. Anything that occurs in threes is unstable and becomes either two or four. Fire spirits enter the water and create vapour air. Too many water spirits smother the fire by separating it from the air it needs. Fire spirits in the air burn and scorch the earth.

Her father continued, let’s jump to the last number, 1. The number 1 does not exist alone in nature. Fire needs air to move and transfer. The earth needs water or it turns to rock. Water needs fire or it freezes into ice. Air needs water or else the world would be a desert without rain. Thus, 1 is _druj_ or disorder. The number 2 is _ahura_, balance and wisdom. Any even number is balanced. Add one more to that number and it results in imbalance. That’s why 2 is the first number and 1 is the last. My name begins with _ahura_ and ends with two _druj_.

2711 looked at his daughter. She knew this story by heart, but it filled her belly with warmth, just as the butter tea always did.

He said, your name ends in _druj_. Disorder, violence, and fury. When you were born, your mother died. She transferred to you an imbalance that I have sought to help. You were always curious, but resistant to learning. You were always active, but without purpose. You have always learned quickly, but forget easily.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

T'Other Hand Chapter 1


“All Twin Children Must Be Brought To The Elders For Proper Cleansing Within Two Days Of Birth. Only The Elders Can Discern The Portent Of A Twin Birth And How To Properly Raise Twin Children. Any Persons Not Following This Order Risk A Trial And Condemnation By The Masked Ones. Any Person Who Knowingly Covers Up Such A Crime Shall Also Face Trial As If The Children Belong To Them.”

-The Book Of Elders, Section 1

Chapter One


               Tonight we practice, 2711 said.

Yes, answered 9001 sullenly. She would rather have played with the spider who lived next to her straw bed.

Her father, always business-like, nodded as if he didn’t hear the dissent. Prepare yourself. We go now.

She turned on her heel and took her beginners quillon from the sheath hanging on the yurt wall. It was a flat copper triangle with a wooden handle wrapped in leather. The weight was comfortable and the grip fit perfectly. She had wrapped and rewrapped it herself many times. She forced herself to remember which hand was left and moved the handle to that hand.

Behind her, her father frowned at the hesitation. He turned to leave by the front flap. Wait, 9001 called. He winced and stopped short.

An owl called in the distance. A cricket chirped once. Twice. It meant, we go in silence.

Another owl hooted back, twice. It said, yes. A pine weevil whirred as it chewed on a conifer half-heartedly. It meant, sorry, but implied that the weevil was not very sorry at all.

2711 continued out of the yurt and his daughter followed. She stuck out her tongue as he left. She had waited until he was out of sight because he had a knack for seeing everything that happened around him. She stuffed her blade into the folds of her cotton shift. It was a mere formality, being made from copper and too short to do much damage. It was too soft to actually hold an edge, and would bend if it hit bone. She didn’t care: it was boring being a healer. She would never learn to use a blade well, and even if she did, she hated all the rules and regulations. Lead with the left side, move at 45 degrees, block and strike at the same time. It was too much to remember and keep track of.

2711 could tell she was lagging behind and he gritted his teeth, getting ready to hiss at her. He took a silent breath instead and pulled out his rondel. It was a long, straight blade, crafted of fine iron cooked by the intense orange fire spirits inside rich, black coal. The round pommel had both a front and rear guard to protect the hand and provide a place to add additional pressure with the opposite hand, respectively. He held it in the left hand because healers always led with the left. The blade pointed back, almost to the elbow, with the sharpest edge out, away from the arm. This was the same hand position as the hook, or _fook sao_. From the _fook sao_ position, the blade mimics the hand in circling, _huen sao_, retract for pulling, _lop sao_, extend as the front hand, _man sao, or protect in close to the body as the _wu sao_, and so on.

A mantis called loudly. Hurry up. 9001 grumbled and shuffled in her woven slippers. A frog croaked three times. Quiet!

Water trickled in a stream and babbled over the rocks. Laughter. And, I know.

They moved together now as one team, the father in front, moving from corner to corner of imaginary boxes laid out in front of him. His daughter followed, concentrating fiercely now on moving her legs in the correct motion: swinging in toward the body, then out. She straddled and imaginary horse, centred on two squares. When the left side led, the right leg moved up and right, following the square on the right. Then the left leg, now in the rear position, moved up and left to the other corner of the next square. She was already breathing heavily from the exertion and soon her hip joints would squeal in pain. A lock of hair fell over her brow and she blew it away with an upward huff.

Leaves rustled in the wind. They said, breathe.

More leaves scattered hither and thither. I know, they said before settling down.

They continued this way silently to the edge of the trees near the yurt. Here the light from the fire in the yurt could not make shadows, and the sliver of the moonlight could not make it to the ground. 2711 stopped and raised his right hand, weapon low and close in the left. 9001 continued forward, knowing the drill. She stooped low, drawing the quillon smoothly between steps. She moved to the left side of her father, drawing close so that she stopped just behind his left side. Both weapons now formed one straight and deadly line.

One advance from the left would result in two attacks on an enemy: the father usually struck high, at the target numbered One. This was the easiest, most direct route and rarely failed. The daughter usually struck low, either number Six or Seven. Then, because the attack didn’t stop until the opponent was on the ground, well and truly dead, they would advance on the right side and strike lower: the father at Two or Four, the daughter at Five, Six, or Seven. Because these targets are lethal, only the healers know them and which parts the numbers refer to. Lethal targets are the only targets worth striking. Wounding a target means that you must heal them, which is the job for butchers, not healers.

But first, before the strikes, the healers control the light spirits in a special way that allows them to move faster than any human can move. When the technique is applied correctly, the healer can move so swiftly that they can strike three or four times before their target can start to blink. 2711 knows that the best time to strike is when the eyes blink closed, for then the target cannot see what their fate is and they will be dead before they open their eyes again. This also helps with cursing the body so that the soul will leave properly. They eyes will be closed as the victim falls to the floor and no time is wasted in the preparations after death.

They time their signal with a twig snapping. It means, now.

As usual, the daughter is slow on the draw and whereas her father sees the bright, dappled light of the forest standing out clearly, his daughter sees the dimmest of shadows and white shapes where trees might be. Her eyes are only half-open, and her eyelashes form vertical patterns that confuse the scene. She moves her hand and weapon in disorganised motions that are poorly memorised. She ducks lower on the second advance, but sees too late she is one step off – her father has already retracted his knife to the _wu sao_, or back, position and the blade glints as her eyes are open slightly more widely now. Her father was too quick and would have struck three times to her one or maybe one and a half times.

She continues her second strike to position Seven anyway, her father’s left leg plants solidly where her right leg moves. She sees the impact on the cloth first; her eyes are opening more and she can see everything moving eerily slowly and calmly. Her breath and rhythm are improving, even if she is slower; it just takes her longer to get into the proper frame of mind, is all. The impact moves along both limbs slowly, she knows that it will hurt her shin, but the impact has not even reached her knee yet. Her right hand moves toward her father’s belt to steady herself and him. She thinks it is funny how she will laugh at the misstep, like she has done a thousand times before. He will be angry and chastise her, similarly. She looks in satisfaction at the entire scene, frozen completely now as her eyes are fully open and she can see every detail of every branch, trunk, leaf, blade of grass, crumble of dirt, and stillness in every particle of the entire universe.

Too late, she sees that she has actually stumbled too close to her father, and his blade is just below her chin. His hand is gripped too firmly on the pommel to be safe this close to her. The blade doesn’t move for what seems like an eternity, but she knows is less than one blink. Her eyes are already starting to close from their widest point.

She collapses as the spell fails, time rushes forward, and blood pours from her neck. She drops her blade and falls to the ground. Her father’s hand crushes her wind pipe. He growls, if you do not take your training seriously, I will gladly kill you and curse your soul so that it never returns.

She looks at her father’s face contorted with rage and thinks to herself, I welcome the darkness. Something gurgles and a deer makes a snuffling sound with its nose. This means, I die.

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