19- The miracles of the holy mountain

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….and we continue:

an advent story Let me tell you now about one of these miracles, that turned out to influence our villages and their inhabitants for the rest of their life.

Like many other couples, Mr and Ms Patabubu had one big wish: Children of their own. They married a couple of years ago, shortly after the first swimming camel brought the two villages closer together again. They got to know each other shortly before, by chance, one evening. Mr. Patabubu sat lonely on his tower, watching the many lights, when suddenly he discovered a new light among the others. It looked like a silvery animal from the water and the light told him that folks moved in the other day, coming from the old village. Thus, he visited the new neighbours the next day, and met his future wife. They married and soon built a little cabin in the old village and moved happily between the new and the old village, like everyone else these days.

But their prayers for children was not fulfilled. They had visited the Naked Camel several times, but it did not seem to answer their wishes. At their last visit, it was too busy with eating lush, green grass anyhow and had no ear to listen to their prayers.

Thus, one day, they went to see the great teacher Bladubo, visiting him and his followers at the foot of the mountain. They asked him what they could do to get a baby and after a while and intense listening to the whispers of the mountain, he gave the couple a mysterious advice. “The mountain”, he murmured, “ whispers: If I can give birth to an entire desert every day, then there should be no doubt that I can give you a child if you come and visit me.” And thus, Bladubo sent them up there,up onto the mountain.

The couple climbed the mountain the following day and spent the night on its top, watching down the plain with all its lights, like a precious string of pearls twinkling in the night, and the black canal, a dark ribbon curling through the sand. The moon went up, it was cold, and incredible romantic. Three months after their night on the mountaintop there was no doubt left and the news spread in the two villages, fast as a camel runs, after it was stung by a desert bee. And thus, more couples wanted to heal on the mountain and visited the teacher Bladubo. And he showed the next couples visiting him the way to happiness,. And with every couple visiting him and the mountain, the voices in the village got louder, asking what really happens up there. Especially the elder could not accept that men and women went up the holy mountain, stayed there over night, to become pregnant shortly after. On one hand, they worried about moral issues, with rumors spreading that some Bladubo students would join the couples on their way up the holy mountain. On the other hand, they simply did not appreciate the idea of miracles far away of their villages. Thus, the time has come to bring things back, back in order.

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6 Responses to “19- The miracles of the holy mountain”

  1. helg Says:

    The story becomes more and more involving. I wonder how it will go from here.

  2. Andy Says:

    hehehe….maybe they face overpopulation soon! Greetings to you, Helg

  3. jane Says:

    Hi Andy,
    It’s amazing how unpredictable your creative mind is! I’d love to finally find out where it went with the incense, thanks
    jane

  4. Andy Says:

    Good evening, Jane. With pleasure I will include you in the next and final drawings. Fragrant greetings from the unpredictable…

  5. Heather Says:

    I am very much enjoying your story, Andy, and I particularly enjoy this turn today. Here’s my favorite poem about the top of a mountain:

    Foraging for Wood on the Mountain
    by Jack Gilbert
    http://poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=172183

    The wild up here is not creatures, wooded,
    tangled wild. It is absence wild.
    Barren, empty, stone wild. Worn-away wild.
    Only the smell of weeds and hot air.
    But a place where differences are clear.
    Between the mind’s severity and its harshness.
    Between honesty and the failure of belief.
    A man said no person is educated who knows
    only one language, for he cannot distinguish
    between his thought and the English version.
    Up here he is translated to a place where it is
    possible to discriminate between age and sorrow.

  6. Andy Says:

    My dear Heather
    Thank you for your poem. I am glad you liked this twist..and I wonder about today’s twist ;-) Things get serious now… a big hug to you.

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