The Fright Long After Halloween

Beloved can be, well, unusual at times.  In fairness we all can.  So when he came into the house and declared someone was going through our trash I just kind of shrugged my shoulders. It isn’t like we have exciting trash.  Mostly just food stuffs and dirty paper napkins.  The odd wrapper and lots of dog poop.

We tie out dog poop up in little baggies once we pick up after her.  Which is right after she’s decided to do the deed.  So I mean honestly if someone were to go through our rubbish, have at it.  But to Beloved this isn’t good enough.  First he wanted hard proof someone was going through the rubbish bins and secondly he would want to know want they were looking for.

Beloved being Beloved, he set up a covert camera and trained it on the trash cans.  Within a few days he had his proof, there were two individuals going through the bins.  They were not successful in finding whatever it is they wanted to find as they walked away empty-handed.  And while they did go through the trash, they sort of tidied it up when they were done.

Still I was unnerved that someone felt s need or desire to go through my trash so we called local law enforcement and shared the footage with them.  And that’s why we now have law enforcement do random checks throughout the day.  It’s also  why Beloved has someone with him at work now too.  Just until we know what’s going on,  because free speech and the right to associate with who you wish is never really free.  People will try to exact a cost, such as a career or a life if need be.

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Present Touching Past

“It’s the energy you see,” he said as he spun n a circle, his arms held out to his side.  “More like the altitude,” I muttered to myself “that’s made him off his rocker”.

We’d spent the better part of two hours climbing this hill, man-made to be sure.  It isn’t that it was a steep climb, but at one time it had been terraced, now it was just uneven and seemed to be waiting for a misstep.  He had also insisted that we stop at “key” areas  where “energy flows bubble up”.

I couldn’t see or feel any change in these spots, even though he claimed he felt lighter and full of calmness.  I had decided he just arbitrarily came up with reasons why he wanted to stop and rest.  It was the only thing that made sense to me.

Now that I was standing at this high place I couldn’t help but marvel at the amount of work and determination that would have been required to be this huge hill.  I had to remind myself it was much smaller today than when it was in its hey-day.  Wind, rain and time had all eroded much the height and  sharp lines of the terraces.

Faith, desperation, belief, fear or what, I wondered, had led humans to create this special place.  A place that not all would be allowed to climb.  What deity demanded this kind of place?  Wha else did this deity demand to hear th requests, prayers and dreams of the people wh who came here to worship?

While he continued to marvel in the energy and the power he seemed to be picking up from everywhere, I wondered what made people suddenly abandon this place and perhaps this deity?  Could we even know for sure if this was a place of worship or could it have been some type of palace for a ruler?

Was he , in his modern garb and strange ideas of how to communicate with the energy here, creating some sort of link between the present and the past or was he just foolish?  Is there every a way to prove something like this?  Or for that mater, disprove it?

I took in the view and wondered what it would have looked like all those years ago.  I know trees had once been in the now barren fields below the mound.  The ancients from here and used up all the wood, cut down and destroyed all their trees and none seemed to have ever grown back.  Was that a sign of this place’s power or was it a reminder of how complete human footprints can be in nature?

We were silent on our trip back down to the car.  He was lost in whatever it was he had contacted up there and I as left pondering how much we haven’t really changed as a species.  We still seek power, powerful places.  We still leave our lasting mark on nature and believe the higher power will give us our desires.  We still alter, change and destroy as we see fit.