THE DREAMWEAVER
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This is the story of Cetowaya and Menahasee, who lived in the forests of Kanagana, along the banks of the River Felinmooga, among the people known as the Yanakaname. Among the Yanakaname, their medicine men are often greatly blessed by the Giver of All Gifts, given the abilities to heal the body and heal the mind.
It was Cetowaya who had the gifts of the owl and the hummingbird in his medicine bag, and such powerful gifts are brought only by the Great Spirit. To speak to you who do not know the ways of the Yanakaname, the gifts of such a one can be many things, but this tale is told of Cetowaya the Dreamweaver, the one who had the power to visit the dreams of another, and there to see not only the dreams, but to reach in and guide them toward a greater understanding by both medicine man and dreamer.
To say Cetowaya was a medicine man would conjure up among some the idea that Cetowaya was an old man, weak in body, feeble in form, wrinkled in flesh, but the gift of the owl and the hummingbird come to those who they will. In Cetowaya's gifted hands, the ways were strong indeed and he was discovered to possess these gifts while still a very young man. So Cetowaya was not old and wrinkled at all, he was in the prime of his life, his face unlined, his muscles still vibrant, his skin still clean, which shone from within from the glow of youth.
But one cannot be both a medicine man and a warrior. Though Cetowaya was a strong man and a brave man and a proud man, he did not deny his gifts, no, he stood before the fires of the medicine magic, and he bathed his muscled form in the smoke of the medicine fire, and he chanted the words of the initiate. And Cetowaya wiped off his war paint, and he broke his coup stick into two pieces and cast them into the river Felinmooga to be carried far from him. And Cetowaya gave his war beads to his friend Menahasee, though it tore his heart to do this, and he went to the lodge of the medicine man and he learned the ways that would let his gift bloom into its full flower and bear fruit.
With the war beads of Cetowaya to help guide him, Menahasee was now first among the warriors, and if Cetowaya held within him an envy for Menahasee's freedom to move, he had his own travels as he cultivated his gifts and learned how to guide the dreams of the troubled, how to remove the nightmares of the young, how to send the elderly the sweetest of all dreams, the one that guides the dreamer beyond our world and into the land of the Great Spirit, where the game is plentiful and no one is ever hungry or cold or tired.
For his part, Menahasee did not forget his friend, he would come after every raid to the lodge of his friend, and sit at his fire, and speak to him with many rapturous, happy, brave words of his fights. Cetowaya would listen and from the wisdom he had gained from his gifts, he would speak of the ways in which Menahasee could avoid the dangers on his raid and how he could increase the number of his coups or how to capture the most horses and how to become an even more fearsome warrior.
Yet, for all of this help and for all of this success, Menahasee found his dreams became troubled and frightening. He was struggling in his sleep with a large, fearsome warrior, whose hair was streaked with lightning and whose eyes flamed with fire and whose teeth gleamed like spear-tips, and whose arms overbore Menahasee and tore him asunder. Menahasee at first blamed the dream upon his meal or his blankets, but as the nights wore on and the dream returned to him, the same every night, night upon night, he realized at last that this must not be merely a matter of a piece of meat from an animal with an unhappy spirit or a blanket laid upon a small stone.
And so, for the first time since Cetowaya had bathed in the medicine fire's smoke, Menahasee came to the lodge and the fire of Cetowaya not as a friend, but as a man who needed the help of a medicine man.
Cetowaya listened to his friend's worries, and he said, "Let me touch your body, to feel your body's energy."
And when he touched the proud young cheeks and the hard, firm shoulders, and the broad, strong chest, and the slim, taut waist, he was troubled as well. "There is a trembling in your energy, there is a snake wrapped around your heart."
"I can feel him there." Menahasee rubbed his chest. "He must have crept in while I was asleep after the last raid on the village of the Kanahamaganet, they must have sent him after me for revenge."
"That may be." mused Cetowaya. "I must see this dream, so that I may speak with this enemy of yours. Maybe he will tell me his name, and I can banish him back to the land of the evil spirits once again."
And Cetowaya mixed his herbs and powders, and poured them into a gourd of water, and gave it to Menahasee. "Drink this, it will aid you in going to sleep, and for staying asleep when the enemy visits you."
"He will get my spirit." Menahasee said in fear. "He always overbears me and I wake up, and thus I run away from him. If I stay within my dream, he will take me."
"I will not let him take you." Cetowaya assured him. "You are a warrior of this world, and your spirit is strong here, but weak in the world of the dreams. But in the world of dreams, I am still a warrior."
Menahasee's hand went to Cetowaya's arm, felt the bicep. "You have remembered the ways of the warrior of this world as well, I think."
"I practice with the bow and arrow, and with the axe." Cetowaya said. "I ride a horse every day, borrowing one from one of the warriors. I have chosen a new life...but the old one still calls to me."
Menahasee smiled and the white arc cut the very heart of Cetowaya. "Then I shall not be afraid of what shall happen in either this world or the other." he said. "For in both, you can be beside me."
"Drink." Cetowaya said, a little sharper than he wanted to, due to the pain in his own heart. "I shall create the medicine fire that shall help me to enter your dream."
And so Cetowaya danced and chanted, and threw many powerful things into the fire, for he wanted this magic to be his very best. And while he danced and chanted, Menahasee, who had drunk the gourd filled with Cetowaya's herbs, laid upon Cetowaya's own sleeping fur, and went to sleep.
Cetowaya finished working his magic, and he knelt beside the fire, to wait for Menahasee to find the dream, or for the dream to find Menahasee.
Between them, the fire danced with its light colored by the magic, and its smoke rose, powered by the magic, and the magic covered the lodge with the sleeping warrior, and the medicine man, with Cetowaya and Menahasee, and in that smoke, Cetowaya entered the trance granted him by the power of the owl and the hummingbird, and in that smoke, Menahasee dreamed.
Cetowaya felt his spirit leaving his body, held in place by the tiniest thread that reached back to his heart. Should an evil spirit find that thread and break it, Cetowaya, it could enter his own body and drive it mad, then Cetowaya would never be able to find his way back to his own body, and he would have to become an evil spirit himself, or else wander the world for eternity, seeking but never finding, searching but never resting. And in this way, as he had told Menahasee, Cetowaya was still a warrior.
Menahasee met his dream enemy, and Cetowaya saw the fearsome countenance, and he flung himself at the powerful foe. Battling in this world was different than in the world of flesh, here you did not fling arrows, you flung yourself, casting yourself with the bow of your own will, and driving the point home with your own resolve.
And Cetowaya struck the enemy, and the enemy vanquished his attack without even flinching, and turned once again to wrestle with the hapless dream-form of Menahasee.
Now for the next weapon of the dream-warrior, he must trick the evil spirit into telling him its name and in doing so, he would gain power over the evil spirit.
"Why do you hurt my friend?" He asked the spirit.
"I am not hurting him." the spirit answered.
"Why are you fighting my friend?"
"I am not fighting him."
"Why are you here in his dream?"
"Because he wants me here."
In the world of dreams, even evil spirits have no idea of how to lie, though in the world of flesh, deceit and deflection are their most powerful weapons. So Cetowaya knew that the spirit spoke only the truth to him.
"If you do not fight him, what are you doing to him?"
"I am giving him what he asks for."
"Why are you doing this to him?"
"Because he needs me to." the spirit said. "Because he craves my touch, because he needs my closeness, needs me to take him and hold him and wrestle with him."
Cetowaya knew then that there was no way to trick this spirit. He could only ask its price, and pay it, whatever it would be. Though it asked his own death, he would give it.
"What must I do to make you go away and leave my friend alone?"
"You must become me." the spirit said. "You must become me and overpower him. Only then, I can depart."
Menahasee moaned in the spirits clutches, his arms flailed feebly, his energy waning. He wanted to flee this spirit, but Cetowaya's drink had made that impossible for him.
"Then I shall become you." Cetowaya said and he took his dream-knife and he reached for the thread that held him in his own body and he cut the thread and as it snapped, he flung himself toward the evil spirit. His head became its head and his arms became its arms and his legs became its legs.
And in his arms, Menahasee opened his eyes and looked up into Cetowaya's. And as he did, as he recognized his friend, he relaxed. "It is you." he said.
"It is I." Cetowaya said. "Now it is I who hold you, not the evil spirit."
"It is you." Menahasee said, and his voice was filled with wonder. "Finally, it is you."
And Menahasee's lips reached for Cetowaya's, and dream-lips kissed dream-lips, and Menahasee's arms, dream arms, held onto Cetowaya tightly.
"I need you." Menahasee sighed. "You must hold me and never let go."
"I will never let go." Cetowaya promised.
"You must be with me, day and night, for the rest of my time in this world, and all of my time in the next."
"I shall be with you."
"You must love me." Menahasee said. "For I have always loved you."
"I shall love you." Cetowaya promised. "For all the rest of eternity, both here and when we both sit in the lodge of the Great Spirit. I shall always be with you."
"Then love me now." Menahasee said.
And Cetowaya kissed Menahasee's cheek and even in the world of dreams, that cheek was soft and kind and warm and smooth. Cetowaya tasted the firm rich flesh of Menahasee's body as he kissed his warrior friend, and Menahasee moaned and held him only the tighter.
When Menahasee reached down and took Cetowaya's manhood in his hand, Cetowaya gasped. "This is my life." He siad to Menahasee. "If you take this, we shall be bound in our spirits forever."
"That is all I could want, or ever want."
"Then take it." Cetowaya said to Menahasee, the medicine man said to his warrior friend, the man said to the man, the lover said to the lover. "And so shall it be."
Menahasee's hand guided Cetowaya's manhood to his lower body, and pressed it against the entrance to his soul. "Inside of me." he said to Cetowaya. "Push it inside of me."
"It shall be as you wish." Cetowaya said and he pushed his manhood, pushed his very spirit which lives within the manhood, into Menahasee.
And as their bodies united, Cetowaya felt a rising, rushing, crashing surge in his spirit, his energy redoubled itself, for now he was not only Cetowaya the medicine man, not only the one who had detached his own spirit from his body to save his friend, now he was also Menahasee the warrior, the one who was brave in battle and strong in war, and this combined with himself, and if he gained Menahasee's courage, Menahasee gained his own talents from Cetowaya.
And in that union, Cetowaya began to move his spirit body back and forth, the way one man loves another, and when he did, their spirits roared alight with the power of lovemaking, and Cetowaya's spirit body began to make him feel the way his body of flesh would make him feel, he was entering the body of Menahasee, and his rod was moving within his friend, and every movement was the awakening of the body to its call for new life.
And Cetowaya made love to Menahasee, his body thrashing against Menahasee and as he moved, the joy built within him, and as he moved, the joy built within Menahasee, and Menahasee groaned and his body movements below Cetowaya was that of any man who is being made love to, when that one is returning the love with his own.
And in that union, the joy rose up and in that combination, the pleasure built upon itself, and in that blending, the desire was its own answer to all the myriad mysteries of the universe, and within that joining of bodies, they became masters of the dream world, and all around them, the world shaped itself to them.
Menahasee was moaning now, and his moans were those of a man who has found the key to his release and is rushing towards it, and Cetowaya saw the flushed cheeks of Menahasee, and he felt the hot rushing of blood under the skin of the man in his arms, and he drew upon his talents as a dreamweaver and he took that energy and he converted it all into happiness, and that happiness suffused the two lovers, and in that conversion into unadulterated, unadorned, unanswerable ecstasy, Menahasee broke forth into rapture the only way he could, the proud warrior roared out his triumph and he sprayed Cetowaya with a rushing flood of potent, vital essence of life, dressed in the mundane form of human sperm, he shot his seed like an archer from a bow up against Cetowaya and the sperm splashed against Cetowaya and exploded into many bright colors, the colors of life, the colors of the earth and the sky and the waters from which all life sprang, and the colors covered Cetowaya and he drank it all in through every pore of his body.
And that much joy, even from an untrained warrior, cannot be contained, it must find its release, and Cetowaya guided it down to his temple of virility and it climbed the tower of his potency and Cetowaya threw himself into his own climax and pumped that energy back into his friend's spirit-body, refurbishing and renewing his drained partner, and that in turn re-vitalized Menahasee, who repaid him by pouring forth once again the fountain of new life.
For, my gentle listeners, hear and know that in the world of dreams, the possibilities are limited only by the power of the dreamer, and Cetowaya was the greatest of the dreamweavers, and he used this power to give his friend the joy of an unending orgasm, causing his friend to ejaculate over and over again, throughout the many long watches of the night and when the owl had called enough times to awaken the sun from its slumber and it rose sleepily over the eastern trees, then and only then, Cetowaya permitted the dream energy, now thoroughly trained and controlled, to seep over both of them and in that mixture which was mostly though not entirely all each their own, he returned Menahasee to his body and found the shattered cord which guided him back to his own body, and he re-entered, exhausted from his night-long battle, and feeble from the long time in the trance, he fell over to lie next to the dying embers of the magical fire.
Long Cetowaya slept and when he awoke, it was well into the afternoon. Many were gathered just outside his lodge, while inside, Menahasee sat next to two other medicine men of the tribe, the two chanting protection spells, to let Cetowaya sleep without having to fend off evil spirits on his own.
Cetowaya sat up and Menahasee was immediately by his side, and he drank the revitalizing elixir given him, and then accepted the food which Menahasee insisted on feeding him by hand as if he were the most helpless of invalids.
They were alone when Cetowaya was done eating, and he said, "And how are you, my friend."
"I am well and more than well." Menahasee said. "You have defeated my enemy and given me back my peaceful slumber once more."
"I am glad to have been able to aid you." Cetowaya said, and his voice was tinged with sadness. Warriors spent little time in the village, there was too much for them to do outside in the forests around their tribe's territory. And a medicine man must remain in the village as much as he can, so that those in trouble can find him without trouble. Now that Menahasee was cured, he would go away, and Cetowaya would return to his solitary bed once more.
"You were so brave, entering that evil spirit for me." Menahasee said. "If you had not done that, I would never have gotten free of him."
"And now you are free." Cetowaya said.
"I have what I wanted." Menahasee said.
"I could not learn his name." Cetowaya said. "He may yet return to harm you again. Until we learn his name, your spirit will not be safe."
"I know his name now." Menahasee said. "And he cannot have me, for now I have him."
"You know his name?" Cetowaya was surprised. "And what is it?
Menahasee smiled and knelt very close to Cetowaya. "His name is Cetowaya." he said gently. "And I have him now and will never let him go."
And Cetowaya smiled and lay back upon his furs. It was true. He had been the spirit haunting Menahasee's dreams. And the spirit had spoken the truth; for it had not been his spirit holding Menahasee, it had been Menahasee holding him!
Dreamweaver and warrior, two spirits, one fighting by day, the other by night, protecting each other, caring for each other, bound by their love.
Menahasee would never let him go.
THE END
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