Time
“Here,
let me help you dear,” said Daisy, “You’re so pale. Lay down.”
I didn’t
feel colorless but my world turned a nightmarish grayscale. Nothing remained of
resolve, fight, gumption, or will. Lifting my casted leg to the bed with her
one hand, Daisy (I hoped it was Daisy) helped me lay back while she still held
the crystal on her finger.
“Migizi,
seven days have passed since you left. Seven, it’s the number of completeness,
of fullness. Seven sevens of years have taken place since you and Jay died, you
of spirit, and him of body. It’s time,” said Daisy.
Suddenly
and utterly exhausted, I fought to keep my eyes open while seeing Daisy’s
extended right arm, finger pointing, coming at my face slowly. A spent, red,
shotgun shell rested in the palm of her left hand.
“See ya
soon honey,” Daisy said, “when you return that is.”
Pressing
her finger tip against the center of my forehead, the itty-bitty grain of crystallized
life embedded itself into grisly old skin. I fell asleep to the sound of Daisy’s
angelic chanting and prepared to take flight.
We Meet Again
Opening
my eyes, Daisy was gone, my cast was gone, and pain was gone. As if never
injured, I walked to the front door and was greeted with cedar-generated fresh
air. Instinctively, I raised and lowered outstretched arms a few times and they
changed to wings of Eagle.
Behind
me, the cuckoo bird popped out of its clock and said farewell with four
cuckoos.
“Ironic, a nutty little wooden bird telling a
big nutty bird goodbye,” I thought.
Four,
it’s the earth and humankind’s number, the number representing reality,
origins, direction.
Fanning
my wings a half dozen times, I transformed fully into my namesake, Migizi, and
flew south- southeast. Afternoon’s sunlight glistened on the leading edges of my
beating wings and danced men’s traditional in my peripheral vision.
It
seemed that each flap of my wings carried me fifty miles, and in minutes, I
flew across the straights of Mackinaw. Looking down at the mocked-up fort
there, I smiled at the thought of the Ojibwe still existing after so many
efforts to end them.
No thoughts
of Big Nob or hell ever came to mind. I was purposed, intent, and questing for
something awaiting me.
“Here,
I’m here Migizi,” a boyish voice said from far away.
Looking
down, I saw a native boy standing by a train bridge and soared down to him. As I
landed on the ground before him I changed back to a man.
“Hi,
Migizi, we meet again,” said Jay. “Your clothes look pretty funny.”
I was
still in hospital pajama bottoms, footies, and stinky v-neck tee shirt.
“Jay.
Jay something or other,” I said. “You about got me killed kid, running in front
of me like you did.”
“Still
Water, my last name that is,” Jay said, “yah, and I also helped save you by
calling for help on your phone so that makes us even on that one.”
“That
one?” I asked, rubbing my forehead with my right hand. “You make it sound like
we’ve shared other situations between us.”
“Yup, Migizi,
and that’s why you are here, right?”
“Gosh
kid, I don’t know exactly. If you only knew all the craziness I’ve been through
in a week you might understand my confusion. That said, I think I’m having a
very lucid dream that feels real as all get out. Anyhoo, I admit, I flew here
thinking I needed to come to this place…. hey, I know this place.”
“Sure
you do. You know me, too. But anyway, you aren’t dreaming. This is real,
kinda.”
Jay,
with a smiling smirk and twinkling eyes, contagiously produced the same expression
in me.
“Okay
kid, I mean, Jay Still Water, I’ve finally learned to go with this deal. You
know what’s going on don’t you? So tell me, what’s next?”
“I’m
your spirit guide and got stuff to show you, yah, like this bridge behind us.
We used to come here and go fishin’ together. But heck, I’m getting ahead of
things. Come on follow me, Migizi.”
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