As for the Inca, it could be you’re just becoming more aware of these things.
When I was a teen, I had to scrape old paint off our barn, nail down loose clapboards, and repaint it. Ever since, I’ve noticed that most barns have flaking paint and loose clapboards. It’s just the way we learn to see things, by doing and exposure.
In your anthropology classes, they taught you that the Americas were settled from north to south, and from west to east. Which is likely only part of the story. What you need to look for is movement that went in the opposite direction. What, for example, did the Inca trade to the Iroquois, and through what intermediaries? And how much mingling of DNA happened?
You won’t find the answers if you’re not looking or asking these questions.
Remember, awareness is a resource, one that can pay off handsomely.
It can also save your life. You’re getting forewarnings of violence and bloodshed, especially of the Inca are invading.
As Wolf Jester and Mercedes messed around in the water, Wendy and I explored a Victorian ghetto. She wanted to go into a church. In the sanctuary people perched in a semi-circle. We entered and sat with some friends. I left, trying to catch a yellow City Transit bus outside. I kissed a girl and went back in and sat next to Wendy again. I was shamefaced. My chair, a folding chair, was sideways, out of kilter with the rest of the seating arrangement. She whispered to me, “Don’t move.” Without moving my head I began to realize there was a dead body beneath me. I also realized that man in the balcony had a rifle pointed at me. In the pulpit, the preacher stood silently.
Slowly, the fact dawned upon me that the rifleman was an Inca, just like the one who had taken Wendy from me.
Wolf Jester went up the elevator at his old high school and got out at the prairie. Had on a ten-gallon hat and a pistol. He was following Mercedes, who was going to a swim meet. She had taken an earlier elevator. He came up to a river, where the meet was. All the girls were swimming upstream. Wolf Jester hopped in, swimming downstream to a rock where a girl was sunning herself. He attacked her, she screamed, he started shouting at the other girls, all coming to her rescue. Finally, he jumped in the water but the girl grabbed his leg and he fell flat on his face. She wouldn’t let go. He struggled, hit her in the face … Finally, he grabbed a rock and smashed her hand. His gun had fallen into the water. He escaped as Mercedes swam quickly in pursuit, gaining on him. They swam through rapids. He climbed from the water and ran to his horse, which the other girls had surrounded. They held rifles.
The I Ching’s message is painful. I want my old lover, not changes.
They’re promising me that herbcrafting will bring both new lovers and changes. Herbcrafting can’t be so bad for you, they’re saying. But everybody I’m meeting is missing something. And it’s never the same thing. Whatever that is.