Oriel, part 10
by Joe Rathbun
ORIEL'S BRIEF HOME-COMING, G.E.D., PEYOTE CEREMONY
                          ORIEL'S VISION

Oriel rode the train as far as Walsenburg, Colorado. From there,
at night, she began pedaling her Mountain Bicycle on to near the
Ute Indian Reservation where her Mother and Alex still lived. She
rode the bicycle simply for the pleasure. The journey took two
nights. She camped hidden in the desert, under a simple canvas sun
shade, during the day. All the while, she dressed only in a thong
bikini with, reluctantly for her, a top. It has been pointed out
before, she relishes the feel of cool, dry night-time desert air
coursing over her bare skin and the feeling of freedom it gives.

For the second night on the road on her bicycle, she changed the
thong bikini for a white-lace micro-skirt. That was even more
comfortable. The cool dry air coursed through her crotch, keeping
it cool and dry. And she decided she wanted Alex and Mom to see her
looking sleek and hot in that skirt.

Sometimes the big 16 or 18 wheel trucks would pull over with the
Trucker, sometimes staying inside seated, and others coming out,
asking, "Do you need a ride?" Oriel's answer was always, "No
thanks, I'm just a few miles from home." Calm and friendly, Oriel
might converse with them for a short while, or until another
approaching vehicle behooved them to move on. If any Trucker was
contemplating rape, it will never be known. One sight of this
six-and-a-half foot, 240 pound Amazon would stop any would-be
raper.



She arrived at their house 5:30 A.M., while still dark. Alex
answered the knock on the door. He has visited her regularly
through the years, and saw her grow. Each time he saw her, she was
bigger. However, despite those visits, perhaps because of being
here, at home, where the ghosts of the memories of a little, sprite
Oriel, the old Soo Yan-O, still existed, Alex did not expect what
he saw...

He stepped back a few paces, breath held, when he beheld, a huge,
sky reaching, statuesque Amazon! Years ago, she had to look up, but
now, Oriel looked down on an amazed assumed Dad and said, "Hi
Daddy! Surprised?"

Alex beheld her, as a nude Judy Strong-Girl sleepily clamored out
of bed and came up behind him. Oriel stood just outside the door,
like a giant oak tree. Standing big and stately with her wide,
strong shoulders, muscled hips and legs, that awesome bronze body
was stuffed into a stretched taut, clingy white-lace micro (not
mini) skirt. Someone sitting in a chair could view her bare vagina,
such was the shortness of that skirt, and the height of her crotch
off the ground.

While Alex stood there like a statue, Judy Strong-Girl proudly
exclaimed, "There's my Lady Ute Warrior! Majestic! Powerful! Come
in! Come in!..."
"I'm sorry, it's so early..."
"NO APOLOGIES! You just sit and talk with Al... your Daddy while
I cook up something nice... and large!... for you!"

When Oriel came in, she was so tall, she had to duck her head to
keep from hitting the door-way. The floor creaked under her 240
pounds. And once inside, Alex was spell-bound beholding, how
absolutely gigantic this Amazon is! Her head almost grazed the
ceiling. She seem to fill the room of the little cabin with her
presence. And as she passed him, Alex could feel heat coming off
her body, like off a furnace. She seemed tremendous and powerful
to Alex. He wondered if she could lift this very cabin and carry
it on her broad, strong back!

Alex, speechless with mouth agape, had his hypnotic trance broken
by Judy saying, "Snap out of it Alex! This is your powerful Amazon
Warrior Daughter! The very same that knocked off all those
enemies!"

On each of their visits to Oriel over the years, Oriel, speaking
in Ute Indian language for fear of her apartment being bugged,
related the attacks and how she handled them. Oriel was quite frank
and up-front with the gory details. Judy Strong-Girl never told
Alex, in English, what Oriel said until they were safely home in
their own house, and even then, only when out on one of their many
picnics in the desert.

Judy Strong-Girl had a tendency to think of the attacks on Oriel,
whom she still referred to as Soo Yan-O, as a microcosm of White
against Indian. All the bad attacks where Oriel had to inflict
great injury or death were from Whites. During her "bicycle-using-
years", Oriel was pursued from time to time by small groups of or
lone Blacks or Hispanics along with the usual Whites, but none of
them even got close.

Through out the years, Oriel took pride in her Ute Indian heritage.
Contacts with Mother over telephone or in person were usually done
in Ute language. Oriel's many gentleman friends over the years
usually assumed she was Mexican, Puerto Rican or maybe a Cuban
immigrant. She quickly corrected them stating proudly, "I am Ute
Indian!"

Never mind she is only half Ute Indian, shared with the blood lines
of French and Korean ancestry. The Korean component, being
Mongoloid like American Indians, was close enough to not water down
her Ute Indian characteristics that much. And that is not to
mention Oriel's strict alliance to the Ute Indian Tribe and
culture. Oriel knew not the first word of either Korean OR French
languages. And she knew nothing of their cultures. For all
practical purposes, Oriel was 100 percent Ute Indian, in anything
that mattered.

As Oriel entered, she looked in the direction of the bed she used
to sleep in... "Oh! There they are, sure enough!" There lay,
sleeping, the Children of Judy Strong-Girl and Alex, Oho-Wo-Songwi
and Okuwa-Tsire.

"I better be a little quieter!  Step a little softer! Man! I'm so
big now, the floor of this place creaks like the hell under me!"
"Oh don't worry, they sleep like logs! Besides, I'd like for them
to see you! It'll be only the second time for either of them." Judy
said.

Indeed, with the boy, Okuwa-Tsire at nearly five years and the
Daughter, Oho-Wo-Songwi just about one year younger than that,
their first jet plane ride was during that last visit to Oriel's
apartment some nine months ago. Before that they were considered
too little to go on trips and stayed with Grand Parents or other
relatives.

Judy Strong-Girl prepared a big meal for her big Amazon Daughter
that early morning. While dining as the night slowly gave way to
morning colors and then day, Oriel had many questions for Judy and
Alex.

There had been some changes on the place. Two of note:

Alex finally put out the necessary funds for a water well. Costing
31,000 dollars, the cramped house finally had its own water. And
that was just the well. Another 6000 dollars went out for
additional solar photo-voltaics and battery to supply the
well-pump's motor with electricity. Alex plans NEVER to spend the
nearly 40,000 dollars necessary for electric power-lines to his
house. He has been satisfied with the solar-electricity and his gas
stoves and heater. Telephone service remained as his last problem.
The telephone company wants nearly 40,000 dollars as well to run
a wire to his place.

So Alex was now looking into a possible satellite up-link for his
computer, modulator and demodulator devices. It would at last allow
him to have his equipment in his own house. His friend has moved
twice already with the accompanying inconvenience and disruption,
and there is the ever-present threat his friend might move
completely out of the area. That would severely complicate his
equipment's set-up. He still operates it in the basement, in an
out-of-the-way corner, renting the space from his friend; now up
to 42 dollars a month. However, the satellite up-link equipment is
expensive, and the monthly charge would cut in to his income as
well. Actually, if his friend moved away, to rent a tiny office in
town for his equipment would be less expensive than the satellite
link.

"Why don't you just move to Walsenburg like your friend?" asked
Oriel.
"Too far from the Ute Reservation, Judy has pottery to do and she
couldn't have the convenient or daily contact she does now..."

Alex was interrupted by Judy saying, "He's got the idea, if he
moves too far from my ancestral land, I'll wither and die! Hah-hah!
He's so sweet! But it's unnecessary. It would be okay! And as to
the pottery, my stuff is here anyway. We'd just make deliveries
once a week."
"Oh I don't think you would die, just that Walsenburg is so far,
and two big mountains from here. Gone would be the days of
strolling into your village by horse, and our frequent contact with
yours... and my... friends and relatives. Walsenburg is a White man
town, I just don't think you'd be happy there. Besides, I like it
here too!"




That first day back, Oriel slept a lot. But starting with the
second day, she busily made arrangements for getting her high
school diploma through G.E.D. Afterward, Oriel could be seen
studying often.

Until now, Oriel has led an "earthy", physically oriented life.
Denied a good education before by conditions, she did not quite
have the "feel" for studying. She could not read all that well. And
there was distraction after distraction. Oriel craved hiking into
the wilderness. If a horse showed up, she liked riding the horse
into the wilderness. And Judy and Alex's Children, Oho-Wo-Songwi
and Okuwa-Tsire always wanted to play with their big Amazon Sister.

They always wanted her to perform "feats of strength". Oriel could
"dead-lift" the front end of Alex's Chevrolet Cavalier. She could
just barely curl, with a heave, the rear end, the lighter end, of
the Chevy. They were fascinated by Oriel's biceps that bulged way
out, huge, with veins showing, whenever she accomplished the lift.
They were forever looking for other things to see if Oriel could
lift.

Almost every day, Ute Indian friends and relatives would come by.
THEY wanted Oriel to perform strength and muscle-shows too. "Show
us your muscles, Soo Yan-O!" was often heard. Oriel would strike
that classic "muscle-pose", with legs spread and arms up to display
her awsome bicep, tricep and lats development. If in the village,
"see if you can lift this, Soo Yan-O!" or "Can you pull this, Soo
Yan-O?" was the commonly heard phrase or question. Oriel, growing
a bit bored of giving these "performances", said, "If this keeps
up, I'm gonna start charging admission!"

And then there was that organ. At last, after so many years of
being covered by plastic and sheets, it's player was here! However,
after 11 years, Oriel had forgotten much of her self-taught music.
The organ functioned beautifully after its long repose. Oriel did
manage to practice back some of her repertoire. But the organ
playing had to take second priority, for Oriel was here mainly for
her G.E.D. studies.

Rarely, Oriel DID find herself alone in that house. But she could
study only after she had taken care of her biggest distraction of
all... When dancing, she had no shortage of opportunities for sex.
Although she adamantly stayed away from prostitution, and always
used condoms, she DID have sex, OFTEN, usually every day at least
once. Now, away from that continuous supply of men, the days
without those daily doses of sex began to accumulate. A gnawing,
aching hunger for sex screamed louder and louder at her from her
genital. In the absence of other distractions, silent demands for
gratification surged forth from "below". She had no choice but to
find something, a back of a chair, the edge of a bed, even her own
fingers, that could be pushed in her genital and thrust on for
relief through masturbation. THEN she could study.

She tried to find Ute Indian guys that would have sex with her. But
she was far stronger, standing half a foot to a foot over the
average Ute Man. Even her boy-friends of old, who being older and
therefore bigger than her in those days, shied away from this now
giant woman.



And finally, about Judy and Alex's Son and Daughter, Oriel noticed
very quickly they appeared as pure-blood Ute. On their brief visit
to Oriel's apartment several months before, the situation was too
hectic, Oriel did not ask about it before. No white characteristics
could be seen at all in them.

One day, when only Oriel and Judy Strong-Girl were at home and
having a quick lunch, Oriel asked, "They look pure Ute. Why is
that? With all that fuck... er... love making you all did before
I was driven off, I would ASSUME those are his children as well...
what's the story?"

"YES! Why INDEED! We screw and screw and screw all the time, and
nothing ever comes of it. Then, Alex goes on a business trip,
something about different or new types of computer equipment. I
would not tell this to anyone but you... but I'm so horny all the
time... apparently Alex set it up. But I didn't know it at the
time. He... HE, ALEX... HE gets the sexiest Warrior of all to come
out here to me alone one night, at our house. And that was after
Alex had been gone a week; and so I hadn't SCREWED for a whole
week! I do my best to resist. But after not screwing for all that
time, I'm about to climb the walls! And when this sexy guy comes
in, all juiced up and hard in all the right places... Oh! I can't
control myself! I think I almost shook this cabin off its
foundations with him that night! But afterward, after Strong Eagle
left, I felt SO BAD, because I had been unfaithful to Alex. But
then I found out later ALEX HIMSELF sent Strong Eagle, his buddy,
to screw me like that!"
"You say ALEX set it up!? How did you learn of it?"
"ALEX set it up... ALEX HIMSELF! A friend told me after I was
moaning and lamenting about what I had done, and how am I gonna
tell Alex, and on and on. She said 'relax, it was Alex's plan! What
you should do is ask HIM what's going on'. Of course, right then,
I DID KNOW what was going on. It was Alex's insistence on me having
pure-blood Ute Children coming forth again!
This Warrior is Strong Eagle, and Alex's buddy, believe it or not!
They go hiking together, canoeing together, they go to Pagosa
Springs to bowl sometimes, and, even though Alex doesn't like it
that much, he has gone hunting with him a few times too.
Well anyway, apparently, when Alex went on that trip, he told that
Warrior buddy of his to come to me after about one week. Alex knows
the way I am! Man! So well executed! There I was, pacing back and
forth, by myself in the cabin, just going crazy with horniness. I
was naked... well, I ALWAYS am, anymore, and then that Warrior just
opens the front door. I had not locked it. It startled me. But then
I saw him, I mean absolutely buck naked, and with a great, big,
thick piece of... of... I mean a big auger of flesh! Man! It was
throbbing up and down and even had a drop of that clear juice, you
know, that comes out of a cock just before it's ready to blow up!
He says to me, 'You know, Judy Strong-Girl, you aughta keep your
door locked, or else some guy's gonna come in and screw ya!' OH
MAN! The way I was and then HE shows up LIKE THAT! All I said is
'well, screw me then!' And that was that."
"And you apparently got pregnant from him?"
"Yes! Apparently. Well, you see the boy! Doesn't he look pure-blood
Ute? There's not an ounce of White in him."
"Golly! Alex was using that Warrior as a breeding stud!"
"And then a year later, only three months after Okuwa-Tsire was
born, Alex goes on another trip, this time to possibly purchase the
new computer. I don't understand why he can't just order it. Again,
perfectly timed. Alex has been away a week. Again, my whole body
has itself been reduced to just one big burning cunt, I'm thinking
of masturbating on the back of a chair, and then that same Warrior
shows up AGAIN! Buck naked! In the middle of the night! Even though
I knew THIS time Alex was arranging this, I just couldn't resist.
You know that warrior Strong Eagle, you've done it with him
before."

Oriel smiled, lusting after the very thought, "Yeah! I KNOW who
you mean! WHOOEEE! And you said you were naked too when he came?"
"I'm ALWAYS naked, if there's no one here that objects! When he
came that second time, the door WAS locked and so he had to knock.
Since I knew Alex was not around, I DID throw on some kind of robe.
You know, it might be an Elder for all I know, even the Chieftain!
That hunk came buck-naked both times. He KNOWS the way I am! OH!
And with a hard one sticking up and out! Good gosh a mighty! How
on Earth, in the condition he found me, both those times, can I
resist the likes of that? Man!"
"Wow! My goodness Mama! You hadn't a CHANCE! ... Hmm! The fact that
DAD arranged it... That WOULD tend to defy the usual male logic,
if I understand it correctly. I wonder what Dad could be up to?
Really that pure-blood Ute business?"
"YOU said it a while ago! A breeding stud! Alex is absolutely
adamant, more so than I apparently, and up there with the more
'activist' types in our village, about keeping the American Indian
population pure and increasing it. I think Alex has done something,
or is doing or taking something to sterilize himself. He doesn't
want me having any half-blood children! Such a sacrifice... think
about it... he will never have Children that are of his own blood!
So dedicated to assisting American Indian increase their pure-blood
population that he is willing to do that!"
"I wonder what his back ground is! How did he get so enthralled
with us Indians? I guess we'll never know. But if he's sterilizing
himself somehow, can he still fuck?"
"Yeah! And how! He can't seem to get enough of me. I'm talking
TOTAL DEDICATION! I could get him to do anything! He worships the
ground I walk on! Once, just as a joke, I told him 'kiss my feet',
and before I knew what happen, he DID! He seems so lonely or
vulnerable. I could make him my slave. He's rejected being White.
I guess he doesn't want White women. And I'm the only Indian woman
that accepts and returns his Love. I don't know why or how, but if
a man wants to Love me with that much total abandon and dedication,
then I don't care if he comes from Mars, I'll let him in, I'll give
him my Love! ... It's as if he cries to me for my love and care,
even though he doesn't really say it... that is to say he NEEDS me
as well as merely wants me for him to love. So I not only give him
my Love, but I try to take care of him. I make sure he eats well
and things like that."

"That's wonderful, Mom! There's too much racism. I wish more people
could be like you. But I wonder what method he's using to sterilize
himself with? Has he gone to the Doctor or anything? He doesn't use
condoms with you does he?"
"I'm scared to pieces that he's using a medical kind of thing to
sterilize himself. We do not use condoms, I WANT his child. And he
has had no surgery because I expressly forbid it! I will NOT let
him injure himself for this Indian population business. I tell him
let us Indians worry about that!"
"But if he's taking medicine, haven't you noticed? Why don't you
find it and destroy it? Such a medicine may have harmful
side-effects. That could injure him too."
"I have searched every where. Under the cabin, in the attic, every
nick and cranny I can think of. If I DO ever find it, I'm gonna
confront him with it, then I'm gonna turn that Alex over my knees
and SPANK the HELL out of his little butt! I WISH I could FIND it!"
"Hah-hah-hah! I'd like to see you spank him! I'll see if maybe I
can find the medicine. Then we'll BOTH spank him! ...  But
seriously, usually a strong medicine like a birth-control
substances have some kind of reaction on sex drive. But you say
there has been no effect on his horniness?"
"What ever it is he's doing or taking, it doesn't effect his
ability to screw. THAT'S for sure. Man! I could use more, but he
still, after 11 years, he manages at least once a day with me.
After 11 years, I hear most men are down to once a week or even a
month with their wives. Many days he'll screw me two or three
times. And when we have to stop during one of my periods, and when
I come out of that period, look out! It's four to five times a day
for the next few days."
"Wow, that's pretty good. I've heard of that too, that sex
decreases greatly after so many years. And given your... uh...
appetite, it's most fortunate he HAS NOT slowed down! ... But,
golly! Sending another man to fuck his wife!..."
"You go figure! He sterilizes himself. He won't move from here for
fear of it adversely effecting me. He arranges for me to get
pregnant from a pure-blood, and he continues to shun as much White
life as possible. I wonder sometimes..."

Judy Strong-Girl pondered a few seconds, then asked, "Soo Yan-O,
in all your travels and all those men you have known, have you ever
heard much about... about reincarnation?"
"Reincarnation? You mean dying and then being born again as
something or somebody else?"
"Yes! That's exactly what I mean."
"Well, I HAVE run across some guys that knew, or thought they knew,
something about it. The most informative guy I met was an In...
uh... that is... You know, that's always confusing. White people
refer to two groups as Indian. Us, American Indians, and people of
India, you know, the far eastern country."
"Yes. Their Columbus, after running across the East Indies Islands
or whatever, thought he had found India. He therefore called the
natives he found, who had some what similar skin coloration as
people of India, Indians. Well, go on, the most informative guy you
met... what did he say?"
"He was from India. He said that a spirit keeps being born into
something higher or lower, depending on how he or she led their
life. Once a spirit finds himself in the body of a fairly high
level human being, the highest level is possible, and that's
Nirvana... or something. Then he's not born again and goes to
heaven, I guess. But if somebody does a lot of bad things, he'll
be re-born as something lower, maybe an animal like an ox, or a
snake if he's really been bad. It's something like that. Other guys
that are more or less Christians, say there is no such thing as
reincarnation. Each spirit gets just one try. And I heard
in-betweens. They say USUALLY there is no reincarnation, but it
DOES occur, under certain situations that no one in this life can
know why. Perhaps if somebody is killed before their... what
ever... test or something is done, they will be allowed another
chance, because it would be unfair to condemn such an unfortunate
spirit with out a fair chance. Something like that.
I have been told SO MANY things by SO MANY guys, 'till I can't keep
up with it all. I'm a walking, talking, general purpose
encyclopedia. You wanna know something, just ask ME. Just don't
expect a lot of DEPTH, that's all!"
"I wonder if that is what happened to Alex..."
"What? Reincarnated? You think so? How?"
"He's so dedicated to the well fare of American Indians. He marries
an Indian... well, I know a lot of White guys do, but not like
this. Most White guys whisk their Indian wives way off somewhere,
and after that, it's the White life for them, like it or not. And
often, with the novelty of a dark complexioned woman worn off, or
maybe Indians not a fad anymore, and they wind up divorcing. But
not Alex. He has remained steadfast and unwavering. All right, all
right, I know, a FEW other White guys do so as well with an Indian
wife. But again, not with all this attendant stuff. He not only
marries me, but he insists on pure blood children. He acts as
Father to them as if they were his own. He bends over backwards to
make sure I NEVER have to leave my ancestral land, he GAVE his land
to the Ute Indians... I don't know! Maybe it's my imagination, but
when I gaze into his eyes, like I often like to do, I think I see
WAY in there, an Indian, buried within a White man's body. It's as
if his very soul, his spirit, IS an Indian."
"So you think Dad was reincarnated from an Indian?"
"I don't know..."
"And if he was an Indian before, and now is a White man... is...
is that punishment? Or reward?"
"I guess the judgement call for THAT would depend on which race
you're from! From what I can see from his feelings, his seeming
longing to be a part of us, I would say... In my Indian Woman's
opinion, his life now as a White man is... possibly punishment..."
"Wow! For what?"
"My goodness, Soo, we're talking wild theory and conjecture here!
WE have no way of knowing. Maybe he was a wicked Indian... Nah!
Not mine to say! All I know is that there is a kind of loneliness
about him. He wants to be Indian but obviously can not, and he
doesn't want anything to do with the White culture, of which his
earthly body is from. All I know is, he Loves me tremendously, and
I Love him... twice as much! Since I myself am not fully approved
of by my own Ute Indian people... I guess because of my size... you
know, me, the part Sasquatch Ape... AND my over-active cunt... Then
I'll GLADLY accept and return his Love! Never from any other man
have I ever been lavished with so much Love and respect... and
honor!"

"That's beautiful, Mama! ..... Man! Heavy!"

After a pause of a couple seconds, Oriel suggested, "Do you think
a procedure with... you know, a ceremony using, or with... uh...
peyote, you know, that medicine, the little cactus..."
"Hmm! A Peyote based ceremony MIGHT reveal the answer... I think
I'll ask around!"



Despite the many distractions, Oriel finally managed to complete
her G.E.D. studies and acquire the High School diploma required to
enter the Pilot's college.

It was amazing; the transformation that old boarding school
underwent is almost like a maniac, who after going through a
ceremony to drive out demons, is now a civil and caring human being
again. The school's entire staff and most teachers are Ute Indians
now. Gone are the Nuns and Monks and their stiff and starchy ways.
The building is now both a fine high school with mostly Ute Indians
attending and G.E.D. center. Part of their curriculum includes Ute
Indian culture and language.

Actually, Alex, Judy Strong-Girl, Oho-Wo-Songwi and Okuwa-Tsire
were glad it took Oriel a good while to complete her studies. With
her High School diploma in hand, it meant she was going to leave
again. Perhaps, unconsciously, they generated more distractions for
Oriel, purposely to slow her down. They were constantly going on
hikes, horse back riding, mountain bike riding, visiting, and every
other thing one could think of.

After about a year, Oriel finally had her High School diploma.
Being about July, Oriel already made arrangements to begin her
studies at Florida Tech in Florida. She was NOT eager to leave.

"Maybe I shouldn't have studied here. Now I don't want to leave
you all again. I promise to visit often. I'm gonna wait 'till the
last minute before leaving. Besides, I'm in NO hurry to go to that
sweat-box state. I hope they cool down for September, when I start
my studies, but people have told me that Florida stays hot and
humid all the way to November sometimes. Ugh! I better take plenty
of that skin powder, I know it's gonna be 'rash-city'!"

"Good," Judy Strong-Girl said, "then you'll be here in August, when
a Peyote Road Man, you know, a Medicine Man, his name is Lenard
Crow Coyote, of especially great talent is going to come and stay
a few days in the village. He is going to conduct some peyote
meetings in the Ute Reservation. They say HE will be able to
determine whether Alex's spirit is Indian, and if he has been
reincarnated. Too bad I can't get Alex to come though. He fears the
Peyote Ceremony. He wants to be Indian, but his White mannishness
keeps getting in the way. White man Scientists have classified
peyote as a hallucinogenic substance, so Alex, being strictly
anti-drug that he is, wants no part of it. If carelessly or
casually eaten, peyote WILL induce wild visions of no use to
anyone. But under the direction of a skilled Peyote Road Man, like
Lenard Crow Coyote that will be here next month, peyote becomes a
mere tool for opening the door of somebody's mind to the world of
spirits, whom normally, are unseen and unheard."
"If Dad doesn't go, will this Peyote Road Man not be able to, uh...
do his thing?"
"Our own Medicine Man says the lack of Alex's participation will
greatly handicap the procedure. But Lenard Crow Coyote who is
coming is very skillful. He says it MAY be possible still, to
determine if Alex has the spirit of an Indian personality of the
past. I sure wish I could get Alex to go. I keep telling him that
Peyoteism is an important part of being American Indian. We even
worship and revere God, not unlike a Christian. And we do it in a
way I think is a lot more sincere."
"Maybe Dad is afraid of the law. Possessing a drug is illegal..."
"Neither Alex, or anybody else here for that matter, has to possess
anything. The Peyote Road Man supplies the peyote, and the law
says, and I think your G.E.D. studies taught you some of this, but
in case you forgot, peyote possession and use is legal if done in
strict accordance to the Peyote religion. ..... Oh well, maybe
something can be found out, even in Alex's absence."



The Peyote Road Man, Lenard Crow Coyote came indeed and planned a
number of Peyote religious ceremonies while in the Ute Indian
Reservation. Oriel missed the first such meeting, because she had
to go to Pagosa Springs, the nearest town with a print shop and
copy center that had a fax machine. She had a telephone and fax
based appointment with a counselor at Florida Tech in Melbourne,
Florida. She had some matters she had to do as part of getting
registered at Florida Tech.

Alex had to go all the way to Walsenburg and his Friend's house to
service the computers there and pick up orders. He took Oriel and
her mountain bicycle and left her off in Pagosa Springs. Alex would
not be home until around mid-night. Oriel conducted her business
at the print shop, sending several faxes and receiving a few, and
placing two telephone calls. All long distance to Florida. It cost
several dollars using their equipment.

Oriel, as customary for her, wore a micro-skirt made of white lace.
Almost see-through, a lot of eyes bugged out from the other
customers of the copy center, when they caught sight of her. One
old-timer, under the pretense of waiting for a large print order,
had a seat on one of a line of chairs close to the self-service fax
machine Oriel was using. Oriel was too busy to notice. From a
sitting position, the old fellow had feelings kicked up that he
probably hasn't felt in a long time as he caught glimpse after
glimpse of the sexually arousing sight of a well formed genital,
bare; uncovered by any underwear! A few separate times, a younger
fellow would sit, even though he only had maybe 50 to 70 seconds
to wait.

Almost literally into the sun-set, the sky afire with brilliant
orange over the dark grayish-purple silhouette of jagged mountains
to the west, Oriel began riding her bicycle back home. As always
when the big, dark complexioned Amazon in that white-lace
micro-skirt goes anywhere on that bicycle, she gets occasional
hoots or horn-blowing from passing male motorists. She almost never
fails to acknowledge with a friendly smile and maybe a wave.
Arriving home well after dark, the house was dark as well, and
lonely. Judy Strong-Girl, Oho-Wo-Songwi and Okuwa-Tsire were in the
village attending a Peyote religious meeting. She knew the meeting
was already well underway, so, as planned anyway, Oriel did not go.
She would attend all subsequent meetings of course.

Oriel, after riding the bicycle all that ways on a warm, but dry,
south-west Colorado August evening, was hot and sweating. And her
genital ached intensely for gratification. Oriel took a shower, and
as she did so, she used cold water on purpose, even though they had
plenty of solar-heated water for bathing. She was hoping the cold
shower might quiet herself down, but it did not.

Oriel stayed nude after the shower. She often wears no clothes just
like her Mother. Her vagina was screaming for attention with wave
after wave of aching hunger. Her vagina kept getting wet. She tried
to wipe it dry, but the very act of touching her genital with
anything released a surge of intense libido that was almost
painful.

Oriel paced back and forth in that cabin like a restless cougar in
a cage, her entire body burning for sex. She kept muttering with
heavy exhaling, something like, "OH! OH, MAN! I gotta fuck
SOMETHING! I can't stand it!" Then she went outside and walked
aimlessly around the cabin in the half-moon's light. Her huge,
shapely, nude body, romantically framed in that setting of moon-lit
desert, could have been an exciting subject for many a photographer
or artist.

Her genital throbbed and ached with the desire to have something
shoved into it. Her face burned. Her eyes burned. She caught
herself breathing heavy. "OH! MAN! I WISH I had a guy with a cock
on him the size of TEXAS! OH! I can't STAND this! NOT NOW!" she
said out loud, then continued much louder, looking down as if
addressing her crotch and its trouble making resident, "Can't you
leave me alone!?" 

She desperately fought the urge to find something to masturbate
on. "It's bad enough that I have to miss the Peyote religious
meeting. But do I HAVE to get like this NOW!? It's disrespectful.
I should at least sit in quiet reverence while the meeting that I
should be attending takes place!"

Then she had an idea. Would it work? Well, if she had faith. She
thought to herself she should have faith. She knelt and prayed to
the Great Spirit, or God, as American Indians perceive Him. Not
unlike Christian's God, or at least the way He SHOULD be in a
Christian religion, American Indians believe all in the Universe
came from this God. Praying is somewhat similar. You should pray
where it is private, quiet, and not for show.

In addition, from a few of her many boy friends of the past, she
also received the advise that right after praying, one should
meditate. Meditation quiets the mind so that God may answer,
imparting his answer first through one's spirit, then from there
to the mind's subconscious. From there, God's wisdom will begin
effecting one's behavior.

Right there in the bluish-gray moon-light, on the desert ground in
back of the cabin maybe 50 feet, Oriel sank to her knees. Her
genital was visibly throbbing, pulsating with waves and waves of
great sexual hunger. Ignoring it, she bowed her head. She prayed
earnestly to be put into a reverent state of mind at least, and to
be with, in spirit, the other Indians at the Peyote religious
meeting.

As she finished her prayer, she assumed a seating position, right
there on the desert ground, with legs crossed. Awash in pale moon
light, she rested her hands on her knees, palms upward, and tried
desperately to shut out the cacophony of concerns about college,
wondering whether or not her assumed Father was indeed
reincarnated, hundreds of other thoughts and concerns and that
nagging libido. She really did not know how to go about meditation.
She thought to herself, "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! Quiet! All of
you, QUIET!"

 .....

Oriel was in the middle of a big city, like so many she lived in
during her dancing career. She entered the big, double glass doors
of a huge sky-scraper. Funny, she was floating in; levitating. She
thought, "Man, I could join the circus and make buchu money with
THIS act!" There were other people around, but they paid no
attention to Oriel as she wafted along, as if somebody floating in
mid-air was an everyday occurrence. She was looking for something;
a certain room. She felt now she was on a higher story of the
building, maybe half way up. She entered plush office after plush
office looking for... what? She didn't know herself.

Then she encountered double wood doors she had not noticed before.
She pushed them open, entered a big hall of low light, then settled
her feet to the floor, double doors swinging shut behind her.
Inside the great meeting-hall whose chairs were all empty, and
right in the center on the stage, was none other than a Plains
Style tipi. Yes, an Indian tipi, in the middle of an inner meeting
hall of a modern high-rise office building! The only source of
light for the room was from a confined fire centered in the inside
of the tipi. The light flickered in intensity with the flickering
of the fire. Oriel could see the silhouettes of persons inside the
tipi, cast on its translucent walls. She MUST enter, to see what
this is all about!

Oriel ducked her head and entered the tipi. There sitting, with
contemplative expressions, were her Mother Judy Strong-Girl, Oho-
Wo-Songwi and Okuwa-Tsire and...
Oriel saw her Mom holding the hands, the bony hands of... a
skeleton! A complete set of dry, white, human bones, somehow
animated, was sitting up, cross-legged, just like Judy Strong-Girl
and the Children! A SKELETON! It's skull turned towards Oriel...
"Daddy..."

"DADDY?"

"(!GASP!) - DADDY!! - WHAT, WHERE, WHAT TH..."

Oriel woke up with a start, bolting up leaning back on her hands...
she had fallen asleep, right there on the desert ground! She had
been laying flat on her back, nude body facing the stars and moon
before she sat up so suddenly! "(!GASP!)" she had to draw in
another gulp of air. "What am I doing here..."

Oriel rose to her feet, stumbling a bit, a wee bit tipsy from
coming out of sleep so violently. "Good Lord have mercy! What in
the hell was that!?"

She stood up straight, spread-legged a bit and stretched, trying
to get awake. If there had been any observer there, Oriel's
6-foot-6, 240 pound nude figure would have been dramatically
impressive in that silvery moonlight. "Oh! That's right! I had been
praying... my sex hunger... it IS quieted! But man! What a dream!
So vivid..."

Oriel walked to the cabin, entered and prepared a meal for herself.
After the meal, she felt calm, at ease. Judy Strong-Girl and the
Children would not be back until light of the next day's morning.
The after-effects of Peyote religious meetings are such that the
participants should not travel. She laid on her bed-roll, on the
floor. Her former bed was for the Children now. The night was warm.
She merely laid on top of her bed roll rather than inside it.
There, not wearing a stitch, she fell asleep.



When Alex came home soon after mid-night, he saw, then tried to be
quiet so he would not disturb his Daughter, Oriel. He started to
place a light sheet over her nude body, thinking she might get
chilled. But in similar situations before, she merely tossed the
sheet aside in her sleep, apparently hot, even sweating. This big,
rugged Amazon needed no pampering! So Alex canceled the sheet idea.
He merely had a simple meal for himself and went to bed.



The noise of pint-sized Indians at play and the sunlight shining
on Oriel's naked, brown body woke her up. Due to the heat of the
Summer desert day, both Children were bare of any clothes at all.
They chattered and laughed, in and out, in and out the door,
running around in some game of tag.

Alex, dressed only in extra short cut-off-shorts was in his corner,
long hair and all, sitting, processing orders for his business with
the help of a desk-top computer. The computer, recently purchased,
allowed Alex to process orders that were getting more and more
numerous and complex. Processing the electronic designs were
becoming much more complicated, as mid 1980s electronic technology
became ever more intricate and digitized.

Oriel's Mother, also buck naked, was preparing a dinner.

Oriel rose up from her bed-roll that she was half off of anyway.
Alex greeted her without turning his head from his work, "Morning,
Oriel!"
"Good morning, Daddy" she replied as she stood tall and stretched
the sleepiness from her 240 pounds of muscles.

Oriel shuffled over to the corner with the kitchen utensils and her
Mother. She plopped into a chair, still not quite awake. "Good
morning, Mom. Man, it sure is hot!"
"Yeah" her Mother replied, vacantly.

Then Oriel rose and stood closer to her Mother and whispered, "The
Peyote religious meeting... how'd it go? Is Daddy's spirit an
Indian?"

Strange, her Mother, usually energetic and quick with answers and
opinions, turned away without answering. Oriel just did catch a
glimpse of an expression of deep worry on her Mother's face.

"Mama, what's wrong? What happened last night?"
"Nothing, just a weird-ass dream, that's all."
"During the meeting? Peyote-induced?"
"Well... yeah. Perhaps I'm out of practice with the Peyote
religious ceremony. We'll have a few more before he leaves. I think
I'll come around."
"Did you ask Lenard Crow Coyote to interpret the dream?"
"Nah! Such a ridiculous dream was not worthy of mention."
"Well, I had a dream too, and man, was it ever mondo strange-o!"
"But you were not in ceremony, and you partook of no peyote. How
could you..."
"Well I don't think it was a vision type of dream, just a strange
night mare kind of a thing."
"The next meeting is in a couple days. Are you going to come?"
"Of course!"
"You want bother the Road Man with YOUR dream will you? It
wasn't..."
"Of course not! It was just a silly night mare."



A little later, during dinner, Judy Strong-Girl continued to appear
preoccupied and worried. Alex quickly noticing his Wife's greatly
reduced vivaciousness, asked, "What's the matter with my treasure
this morning? You seem... upset... or worried."

As Alex, Oriel and Children looked at Judy awaiting an answer, Judy
appeared to be stifling tears as her head bowed and she drew a
breath; more like a gasp. Even thought her head was bowed, Oriel
and Alex could see her lips held tight and thin.

Alex emphatically re-asked, "Judy! What happened? What's with you?
You know you can tell me!"

This time, with a cough-like sound, Judy DID begin to cry. Of
course that caught the attention of Children, Oriel and Alex most
tightly. "Alright!" Alex began as he scooted chair away from table
and stood up, "Outside-time! Let's go, Judy. It's time for a White
man, Red Woman exchange of in-foe-mation!"

Judy sat in her chair trying to control her sobbing. Alex walked
up to her and ordered again, "Up and at'em! Out to the out of
doors, where there is nothing between us and God himself except
the clear, desert sky! An excellent place for explanations,
wouldn't you say?"

After a few more sobs, Judy finally got up quickly, grabbed Alex's
hand and led him out the back door. The Children, concerned of
their Mommy, began to follow, but Oriel stopped them. "They need
their privacy..... but that don't mean we can't have a good listen!
Just don't say we spied!" The Children nodded heads in agreement.

Oriel and Children went to the kitchen area. Oriel picked up and
seated first boy, then girl on the kitchen counter. Bare little
butts squeaked on the counter-top as the two children slid
themselves sideways up to the window, and settled in to listen.
Big Oriel simply leaned over the sink, thereby moving her head
close to the window. Thus, three pairs of sensitive ears listened
through the kitchen window. Judy and Alex were just in back, in
the shade of the eaves. The strong sun was not a good place to
explain things.

Judy Strong-Girl threw one arm around Alex's shoulders, and the
other arm around Alex's hard, skinny waist and squeezed tight, as
if protecting him or desperately unwilling to let him go. Alex, not
understanding the cause of her worry, found the act of being
squeezed so hard by a big, bronze-tanned naked woman with flowing
black hair sexually arousing. After all, her bare genital was right
next to Alex's now rising penis, separated only by thread-bare
denim shorts. With her head on his shoulder, she cried some more
before gaining sufficient composure to speak.

"Could you PLEASE come to the next Peyote religious meeting with
me?", she pleaded, sniffling.
"Is that what this is all about? Are you upset because of something
you thought you saw? Whatever it was, you were just seeing things!
Don't let it upset you!"
"No! It's real! But we need you present, participating, so I can
know for sure what is going on... and so YOU can know too!"
"Did you smoke that peyote stuff, what ever it is?"
"You don't smoke it, you eat it. But yes, of course, under the
direction of the Peyote Road Man. It's part of the ceremony..."
"Don't you know you're just getting high on some hallucinogenic?
You see and feel weird things, just like with acid. Now, I don't
want to disturb or interfere with American Indian culture, but you
must keep in mind, what that stuff you're eating really is!"
"Alex! That's a typical White man thing to say! How do you know if
you never participated? It's..."
"I DO know! I used acid a couple times in the late '60s. I almost
went down that destructive path. Thank goodness an anti-drug
program at the Church steered me away from that. I have kept away
from any and all drugs since then."
"No! You have NOT experienced a true Peyote ceremony. All you did
is take LSD, carelessly, and without supervision. Peyote is
different. Yes, yes, by itself, peyote is just a mild, I say MILD,
hallucinogenic. But in the context of the Peyote religious
ceremony, and under the direction of a Road Man who knows what he
is doing, the peyote is just a key, a tool used by the Road Man to
open the door of your consciousness to the spirit world. That way,
you can learn much! You MUST join us next time! I no longer ask it,
I ORDER IT!"
Alex laughed a bit, nervously, "Hah-hah, you're ordering me?"
"Damn right! I can do it too! I'm stronger and tougher than you!
I'll drag you kicking and screaming! I'll tie you up and throw you
over a horse and take you to our village. It's been a LONG TIME
since my people last seen a White man brought in that-a-way! Now
are you gonna suffer that indignation, or are you coming
peacefully!?"

Alex, who has always been a bit submissive anyway and finds
dominant Amazons a bit of a turn on, was aroused, even more than
he already was, by her way of talking. During the whole time, they
had never released embrace. His penis was pushing mildly against
his shorts trying to get into that luscious, dark genital just...
not even an inch away... the hump in his shorts pressed lightly on
Judy's vagina.

"Well," Alex began, with eyes burning and penis growing harder, "I
guess, it would seem... I have no choice!"
"That's right! NO CHOICE!"
"All right, Judy STRONG-GIRL! I will go with you!"
"Okay! That's better! And something else..."
"Yes ma'am, sir, what is it ma'am, sir!?"
"Can't you think of a better place to put that rod there rather
than in your itty bitsy shorts?"
"Yeah! Sure can!"
"Where?"
"Deep in your cunt!"
"Let's grab a couple horses and RIDE!" .....

Oriel grinned big as her Mother and Alex approached a couple
horses. Some of the Indians' horses hung out around the cabin now,
as they were ridden here often. Alex even set up a trough and
bought horse-feed. He kept the trough stocked always. That gave the
horses additional reason to hang around.

The Children laughed as they saw Alex clumsily mount a horse.
Almost like a Western Comedy or a Rodeo-Clown, he almost got on the
horse facing backward! He corrected himself then clamored on and
settled on his steed, bare-back.

"Hurry up!" ordered Judy Strong-Girl, who, already mounted, bare
body on bare horse back, waited impatiently for Alex. Alex could
not half pay attention to what he was doing any way, for he kept
looking at Judy on her horse. Indeed, an interesting sight; that
big, dark skinned, naked woman with lustrous, long black hair sat
on her horse making it necessary for her legs to be spread wide.
That let a lot of sun shine fall on her hungry genital. And it was
that genital which commanded Judy's mind to make her order again,
"Hurry, Alex! My crotch is wetting my horse's back. Come on!"

With Alex finally mounted, the couple rode off.

"Where are they going, Soo?" asked a wide eyed boy.
"They are going off to PLAY!" answered Soo Yan-O, Oriel, as she
lifted him off the counter-top, and then his sister.
"Can we play with them?"
"No, it's a game for two people only! Come, let's finish lunch,
and then WE will play some games our selves!"



Hours later, Alex's and Judy's lunch put away by Oriel, they came
back. Oriel began warming their lunch when she saw them, on their
mounts, riding back. Judy's mood was much improved, but Oriel
noticed through out the rest of the day, AND the next couple days,
that her Mother was still weighed down by some kind of concern or
worry.



As he promised, (under threat of severe beatings and torture!) Alex
went with Wife Judy Strong-Girl to the Peyote religious meeting.
Accompanying them of course was Oriel and the Children. They took
off on horse back late in the afternoon. As usual when traveling
to the Ute Indian village, the normally naked Judy, Oriel and
Children HAD to wear at least some minimal clothing, all of it Ute
Indian style, in order to be nominally accepted as "not extremists"
by the other people of the village.

Perhaps in the distant past, women could comfortably go topless and
scantily dressed in the hotter weather and be perfectly acceptable.
But slowly, over 500 years, White man's clothing hypocrisy managed
to sneak in, slowly, gradually, without the notice of the Ute
people themselves.

Peyote religious ceremonies are usually held in a Plains Indians
Style tipi, even in parts of the United States or Canada where the
tipi was not a part of the culture. It is often held at night. A
White person may legally participate, eating the peyote when called
for in ceremony, if invited and approved by American Indians.

Alex felt nervous as he  approached the Ute Indian village on horse
back. He was the only White amongst all those Ute Indians. He was
glad he was flanked by the full-blood Judy Strong-Girl on one side,
and the big Amazon Ute Warrior Soo Yan-O on the other, with the
Children, also of full blood, taking up the rear.

Although only half Ute, Soo Yan-O's Korean-blood component did not
effect her Indian characteristics that much. Only her French-blood
component compromised her Ute Indian appearance. Anyway, no one in
this Tribe challenged this 6-foot-6, 240 pound fighting Amazon of
her "Uteness" at least, not any more!

Alex himself knew some history of this area, and this Tribe.
Fighting against the White man's invasion with courage in the
various stages of former times, Alex would have been in most
unfriendly territory at various times in the past.

They approached from high ground, from off a hill that provided an
excellent view of the village. There, amongst the adobe and cliff
apartments, was a fine example of a tipi, one and singular, set up
in a place where tipies are usually not found. A small Winnabego
(an appropriate name, for it is the name of an American Indian
Tribe else where) motor home was parked near by. Apparently it was
the Road Man, Lenard Crow Coyote's home and transportation while
he traveled from Tribe to Tribe, Reservation to Reservation,
administering to the needs of American Indians.

With a beautiful sun-set taking place to the west, Judy, Alex,
Oriel and Children, themselves bathed in rosy-orange light,
descended the hill, and were then in the midst of it. Judy's
relatives, particularly Mother, and other friends greeted them,
and their own Children couldn't wait to get off their horses and
join the other Children here in playing.

First, they had supper. The meetings would not take place until
later in the evening.

Indeed, it appeared that Alex's Wife, Judy Strong-Girl did come
from a line of "jumbo" Utes. Any Indian there who was clearly
taller and bigger than the rest usually turned out to be some kind
of relative to Judy Strong-Girl. Her own Mother is six feet tall.
Her Grand Father is a stately and strong 6-foot-2 at 200 pounds
even though over 60 years old. Various cousins and so on also
possessed extra tall physiques. Most of the Ute Indians are not
record holders in the "height department", but they are sturdily
built and plenty strong.

And indeed, it appeared that Judy's relatives tended to have the
skimpiest clothing of all the village. If it was not for the White
man style of hypocrisy about clothes hemming them in, Judy's
relatives may very well practice the same clothing habits as Judy
Strong-Girl herself.

Nobody does anything by clock-time in that village. When it feels
right, then things begin to happen. Judy Strong-Girl and her Mother
already made special arrangements for a personally conducted
ceremony with the visiting Peyote Road Man. It was an experience
that will go down in Alex's personal history as one of the keenest
he has ever been through. The first time for him, he personally
witnessed the sophistication, the wonder, and the apparent POWER
of such a ceremony that Alex's White back-ground had dismissed as
so much primitive drum-beating and chanting hooey. He was
apprehensive about the peyote, but he partook of the small cactus
"buttons" as directed. The peyote had an "earthy" taste, not all
that bad.

The ceremony was conducted in Ute language, but that was okay by
Alex. Eleven years with Judy Strong-Girl and relatives and close
association with Ute culture had him understanding and even
speaking Ute language. Judy helped him through parts he couldn't
quite understand, particularly, for example, the words to some of
the songs the Road Man and others would chant or sing at various
times.

Indeed, it all had it's effect. Alex swore he saw his passed-away
Parents, clear as can be! Dream? Hallucination? Really saw their
spirits? But his Parents LOOKED like his Parents; does a
spirit-body LOOK like the earthly body it once occupied? The Road
Man offered an explanation: Paraphrasing, "A passed on spirit is
of a totally different form from anything we know. But when your
spirit meets theirs, your spirit recognizes them in a 'spirit to
spirit' way. With your spirit knowing he just met his Parents, your
earthly brain, with its earthly memories of your Parents' earthly
bodies' form, supplies the imagery."

The next morning, well after sun-up and the desert heat was
building, Judy Strong-Girl, Oriel, Alex and their Children along
with Judy's Parents had a special meeting with the Peyote Road Man.
It had been arranged ahead of time. The busy Road Man agreed, for
when he heard the unusual case explained to him, he too was curious
and wanted to get to the bottom of what was going on. Apparently,
Judy spread her reincarnation theory about Alex all around.

It was during that meeting that Alex received the Road Man's
explanation as to why his Parents' spirit-bodies appeared as their
earthly bodies. He also helped interpret other visions or dreams
Alex, Oriel, and Judy had experienced. He also took into account,
Judy's first vision, the one that disturbed her so, AND Oriel's;
the one she had the first meeting night, when she was alone at the
cabin.

It turned out, during the first meeting, Judy had been in that same
tipi located inside the city sky-scraper office building. And she
had seen Judy come in and join them, and act surprised when she
beheld the skeleton. AND Judy indeed reported holding the bony
remains of the hands that belonged to the complete skeleton.
Somehow, she knew the skeleton to be Alex. Judy thought it meant
Alex was soon to die. But the Peyote Road Man had a different, more
comforting explanation, one that excited the imagination of Alex
as well.

Translating and paraphrasing for brevity, the Peyote Road Man,
Lenard Crow Coyote, offered the following theory:

"The tipi inside a big city's sky-scraper's meeting room possibly
indicates a situation where the spirit of someone is Indian, but
his or her outer shell or physical body is of the White race. The
skeleton, and your subsequent visions would indicate, that it will
be this way for that individual until he dies. Your subsequent
visions appear to be friends and passed on relatives from the
spirit world possibly indicating this individual's spirit will be
born again, and his or her next life will be that of an American
Indian. As to your theory, Judy Strong-Girl, that Alex here lived
a life before as an Indian: It is strongly supported by your
visions and anything that I was able to gather myself."
"My goodness," Alex said, "I was an Indian before..."
"That's right! As I always suspected! I always thought I saw it in
your eyes!" exclaimed Judy.
"But that's so fantastic. Are you sure?"
"It seems quite likely, Alex." replied the Road Man.
"That's explains why you go for me so much!" Judy began. "Why else
would a White man, with so many of those pretty, light,
blond-haired, blue-eyed babes available to him go for such a dark
colored, rugged gal like myself!"
"Maybe because I like dark colored, rugged gals! You're beautiful
to me, Judy, that's all there is to it! I wouldn't have you any
other way. Other White men like dark complexioned women, it is not
unusual."
"That may be so, Alex," the Road Man said, "but we have seen, and
apparently through the years your Wife has seen indications of much
deeper reasons. It DOES appear, you may have gone through a past
life, somewhere in the Americas, as an Indian. Just where, there
is no telling. Any where from Alaskan Aleut to South American
Meihenaku are all possibilities. It's just that this Ute
Reservation happened to be nearby, so you were drawn to them. AND,
we can not dismiss the possibility, that through the plans of the
spirits, you may have been CAUSED to come here. So that's two
theories. Your past life could have been anywhere from Alaska to
Brazil, OR... it could have been RIGHT HERE."

After a few seconds, Alex exhaled, "HEAVY!"

The Soo Yan-O, Oriel, started up; "It seems my dream correlated to
my Mom's. But how? I was no where around the meeting, and I ate no
peyote..."

"You do not necessarily have to go through these ceremonies and
eat peyote for visions to come." the Road Man began his
explanation, "The human mind has numerous levels of consciousness;
there are too many for us to keep up with ourselves. Certain states
of consciousness opens the mind to communications with spirits.
Different things can cause those types of consciousness to occur.
Long periods alone in the wilderness, lack of food and meditation
are just a few. Also you must remember spirits exist outside of
time as we know it, and outside the dimensions we are familiar
with. It is possible for the same spirit to simultaneously
communicate with two people physically separated by thousands of
miles. Or the same spirit could simultaneously communicate with two
people at separate times, even years apart. Before you had your
visions, Soo Yan-O, had you gone through any stress? Were you
tired, hungry or anything?"

Soo Yan-O thought a few seconds then replied, "Yes! I had just
completed a bicycle ride of some distance."
"Did you take food during this bicycle trip?"
"Yes! I stopped by a hamburger joint before hitting the road in
earnest. I also have a bottle in a holder on the bicycle filed with
a sports drink."
"Hmm. So you weren't hungry... that is to say, you hadn't fasted?"
"NO WAY!"
"Was this bicycle ride of great length; that is, all day? Were you
really tired?"
"No, only a few hours. And I took it easy at that. When I got home
I wasn't that tired, just hot and sweaty."
"Were you under any other kind of stress, any worry? Any concerns?"

"Well..." Oriel had to consider a few seconds if she was going to
tell this Peyote Road Man what she WAS hungry for!

Finally she continued, "Well... I was pretty... uh... I was
kinda... horny... at the time. In fact, really horny! It was
getting the best of me. I finally prayed to Great Spirit to put me
in a more reverent mood, because I knew....."

The Road Man seemed to figure it out. "I would say the combination
of a fairly long bicycle ride, extreme sexual hunger, your prayer
and following meditation finally put you in a level of
consciousness that opened your mind."

Judy Strong-Girl then asked, "If his last life was that of an
Indian, and now is a White man, what is he being punished for?"
"Punished?" asked the Road Man with a look of puzzlement on his
face.
"Well, uh, er, uh... maybe I'm too quick to assume..."
"Yes! Perhaps you ARE too quick too assume! To assume that, one,
he is being punished, and two, being a White man is punishment.
Hah-hah! From what I've seen, some White people's lives are, quite
contrarily, REWARDS! You are prejudiced against Whites as are many
Indians. They can be as prejudiced as anybody. It is the usual
tendency of any human to feel his or her race is the finest. What
Alex may be feeling as punishment, is the un-fulfillable longing
he has to be a part of Ute or other Indian culture and society.

You see, when the physical body dies, the memories in the physical
brain are lost as well. These include any learned talents, various
likes and dislikes, and so on. But the spirit takes with him or her
a kind of memory of their own. We have no way of knowing how this
memory works. Reincarnation is not the usual thing to occur. But
when it does, the person whose physical body is occupied by a
spirit that lived in a physical body of the past, has a certain
kind of memory of that life.

I believe that is what Alex is experiencing. He can not explain,
there is nothing in his childhood to indicate, there is absolutely
nothing to explain why he is so inexplicably drawn to American
Indian culture and women. But deep within him, his spirit, having
lived as an Indian before, recognizes these people as 'his own',
and recognizes the culture as 'his home'. His spirit feels
comfortable, but his physical body feels uncomfortable. He is
therefore a torn man. He desires intensely to be a part of Indian
society again for that is what he was before, and like anybody, he
prefers to live at home, among familiar surroundings and people.
But he can not, because his physical body is White, and therefore
has White knowledge, habits, memories and yes even deep seated
racial-memories. Due to prejudice and the unfortunate events of
history, he, as a White man, will NEVER be fully accepted into any
Indian society."

"Gosh," commented Judy Strong-Girl, "that's kind of sad, isn't it?"

The Road Man agreed, "Yes, we have a potential here for an
extremely torn and sad existence. But fortunately, YOU came in to
his life. I don't know you beyond what I've been briefly told, and
I don't know why you seem to possess the ability to look beyond
racial type when it comes to accepting the Love offering of a man.
But because you DID accept his Love, and apparently have returned
it in great quantity, you have probably fulfilled the greatest
desire he EVER had; a desire he probably considered to be an
impossible dream before... To be accepted by, and Loved by a Lady
of his beloved people! And you do not have to be a Road Man to see
it in his eyes, he Loves you, Judy Strong-Girl, harder, greater,
more passionately and with greater dedication of his very soul than
you could EVER be Loved by any other man! Many an empty song or
empty verse recites it, but in this case, we REALLY have a
situation here where he considers you to be the GREATEST treasure
possible; a thing of value beyond his wildest dreams!"

Alex understood a lot of the Peyote Road Man's speech in Ute
language, and Oriel helped him through parts he did not quite get.
He tried to use Ute language to say, then repeated in English to
Judy, "I could not say it any better myself! You ARE a TREASURE to
me!"

Judy placed her strong arm around Alex's shoulder and squeezed
hard! AND she said, "I indeed, without knowing why, experienced
your great yearning and Love for me. Like a lost little boy your
soul has always cried out to me for comfort and Love... and I am
so thankful that, like he said, I was able to see past your racial
type. Despite your cuteness, a lot of gals around here questioned
me why I Loved you, a White man, so much. They just could not see
past your race and what they did to Indian culture. They could not
see what a spicy little bod you have! And the great Love that comes
to me from your deepest soul... But that's just FINE! Because those
blind fools could not see the real you... THEN I GOT YOU! HAH-HAH-
HAH!!! You hear that out there!? TOO LATE! I GOT HIM! IN YOUR FACE!
HAH-HAH-HAH!!"

The Peyote Road Man got up inside the tipi where they had been to
stretch his legs. He said, "Well then, I take it you consider what
you have seen and heard as sufficient, for now anyway, explanation
for what has been happening the past 11 years?"

"Yes I do!" Judy answered enthusiastically, "And I want to thank
you! Very, very much! Hah-hah-hah! I got the lovingest man due in
part for those... those... ladies... out there saying I'm part
Sasquatch ape! Serves them justice! Right, Soo Yan-O?"

"Well, they always called me orange! You know, a mixture of part
yellow Korean, and Red Indian!" Oriel held her (especially now) big
fist in the air, shaking it threateningly and with a scowl on her
face, "That is, until I busted a few noses!"

The Peyote Road Man shook his head in dismay, "Tch, tch, tch! It's
too bad about racism, isn't it? Even, sometimes, within the inner
body of a people! Any unusual size, habit, or anything is
sufficient cause for racism!"



After a noon-day meal with relatives and a while visiting and
yakking away, and another meal, then Judy Strong-Girl, Soo Yan-O,
Alex and Children left on their horses while the sun settled over
the mountains to the west. By the time they arrived at the cabin,
they were drenched in the rosy light of another gleaming orange and
red desert sun-set. And they came back with the results that many
a Peyote religious ceremony provides for participants: Greater
wisdom and understanding.