EPISODE ONE & EPISODE TWO PARTS A...B

EPISODE I

THE CROCODILE FACTOR STORY-ENIGMA AROUND an AFRICAN 
                                       TREE (or RIVER?)

Introduction:

   The Warrior-Equilibrium Village Chief's compound... All of this is taking place in a village called Warrior-Equilibrium Village (WE-Village) where all of the people are talking about 'The Crocodile-Factor', because in the Chief's compound of WE-Village there's a big, big crocodile roaming heavily and freely as the Chief wanted it to be so... and no one has ever dared to ask him why he lets this mere dangerous active crocodile walk so freely in his compound, but all we know is that this old croco-beast is always there and that the Chief inherited it from his family. So following many rumors and stories crossing from one village to another about this WE-Village Chief's crocodile and many others of their kind allowed to guard or not guard any Chief's compound, it more than naturally appears at last that this old single-eyed crocodile seems to belong to everyone in the WE-Village where he heavily roams; being hard for some people, not necessarily from this village, to imagine it's crocodilian structure becoming larger and larger when the night comes around the WE-Village...hmm!?
   As for everyone inside the WE-Village the same terrible and laughable question still living in everyone's mind remains: how are they going to enter and come out safely from the Chief's compound? All I can tell you is that many, young and old, have learned to make their feet move as quickly as they possibly can move in this compound and that sometimes we have even seen people starting to run... as they come in and out of this Chief's compound and house... and I can even add that, as some short and big trees are planted in this WE-Village Chief's compound, it will be another story altogether to tell you how many visitors have found themselves climbing as fast as they can upon one of the WE-Chief's trees. So in this Chief's very large compound, or yard, how can children resist any laughter between themselves now or from time to time?  While watching any single visitor of the day or any crowd of people approaching the Chief's compound, how can the native children from WE-Village say there isn't any laughter at all?

  


   
   Now just imagine one day there was a great meeting of all the Shamans (as positive sorcerers) of the region in our WE-Village...Of course all these Shamans coming from afar or not, known or unknown by some as being their most important relatives or not, successfully enter the WE-Village Chief's house without any problem and I don't want to say which Shaman, walking as normally as he possibly can in the Chief's compound, has inside his bag or pockets some magical ingredients to repulse any croco-beast or any other animal coming to attack him. 
   So almost at the end of their meeting the youngest Shaman on that day named Kali Konè (alias KaKo the young Shaman) shares a deep thought of his, "an egg that a crocodile refuses or abandons will always be eaten by others!" But as soon as he says this all of the people around him nervously move their heads and bodies as if chasing away the apparent uneasiness suddenly striking or falling around them... “No! No,” replies the Chief before asking him a lot of questions like: “How can you forget the crocodile in my compound… hmm?” and he continues by saying, “How can anyone in this gathering forget that my respected and dear late father helped this single crocodile egg to hatch! Hum?” After all the WE-Village Chief makes KaKo, the youngest Shaman of the day, accept the fact that his affirmation isn't always verifiable because there has been at least one crocodile egg which hasn't been eaten and that egg has been respected and kept warm until it hatched... and from the little croco-beast that came from it, it is now this...this very old and still active big single-eyed crocodile, the one roaming around in his Chief's compound. So all the uneasiness creeping into the Chief's gathering room let other Shaman Elders know that from now on their leaving the WE-Village Chief's compound would be much harder than coming in. 
  After all of the greetings and goodbyes each of the Shamans seem to rush abnormally, one by one, from the door's veil of the Chief's house to find their way out. Thus leaving one by one, and as the young Shaman Kali Konè is asking to be the last aligned one to leave, the Chief invites him to sit down again and have a little more conversation. 
  Both of them spoke about the respect and love they must have when reasoning about all of these wild and mostly uncontrollable animals seen around their forefathers’ small and big forests. They spoke about their abilities of being able to read or judge the danger in front of some specific animals' having different mood changes during their sleepless nights to each of their arising dawns...Or how to analyze their own smells with the power of their human noses to smell Shaman hunters too; as how to touch and weigh with their fingers and even use their Shaman' ears as well to hear when some of these animals' excrements might hit the ground and break apart; knowing how to recognize when one, amongst these animals' species, is sick or healthy or attackable or not, even through some hunting days. 
  So after all of these words, before the Chief and KaKo go their separate ways, the WE-Village Chief asks him this, "Tell me my dear friend Kali Konè of the SoulShoe Village, have you ever dreamt about my crocodile?"...and before young Shaman KaKo can be precise about any of his murmurs or even expose any more of his hesitations about the matter the Chief of Warrior-Equilibrium Village continues by saying, "Listen my dear young friend from the SoulShoe Village, as long as you are still in this WE-Village if it just so happens that you dream about this old single-eyed crocodile of mine you are allowed to come and see me again! Just tell me about it first! Hum? Ok?" KaKo nodded his approval and said his goodbyes before rushing outside to be confronted like everyone else was on that day by the big crocodile roaming freely in this compound. Anyone who saw KaKo walking slowly and almost standing still in the WE-Village Chief's compound, as no one had ever done before on that day, would have recognized that this young Shaman from SoulShoe Village or ShoeSoul Village was really a proud and courageous Shaman.

 The dream the young Shaman 'Kali Konè' has about the WE-Village Chief's crocodile... 

   The dream the young Shaman has is this one: Strange and differently colored, the WE-Village Chief's single-eyed crocodile is speaking to him saying these words: "KaaaKooo! Kaaa'Kooo! You have to choose between these two options: ONE: Suddenly both of us, each one projecting his innermost powerful energies from his innermost powers, will choose a strong shiny dark pair of large wings that will appear on the back of our bodies that will let us rise up and fly above all of the WE-Village's skies and its surroundings. TWO: Or suddenly KaKo, kneeling down, you start to crawl and advance like a playful guard dog on all fours, each of us naturally being wingless as our bodies are now. Therefore the question for you is this one: In which option dear young Shaman KaaaKoo will you want me to chase you, as I will surely do after you choose?” Let's say in a fraction of a second (letting him awake from or continue living his dream) KaKo knew exactly which option he would like the croco-beast belonging to the Chief of Warrior-Equilibrium Village to chase him...but to chase him down without each of them having to exchange both of their heads during their game...their game of chasing...right!?

  Now my dear friend-Shaman-traveler here we are again...trying to guess this time which option the young Shaman we have seen here with his kinsmen has chosen to be chased by this Chief's old single-eyed crocodile; one with a strangely colored crocodile's shadow. A dream where all eyes are free to watch it's winged crocodilian shadow, or not, grow more than indelicately inside of KaKo's dream.
   Or to ask it another way: "Which option would you prefer my dear friend-Shaman-traveler, to be chased or confronted by this speaking crocodile in this kind of enigmatic dream...hmm!?" Yes which option would you choose to position or reposition your body structure to prepare you for your coming race against this kind of deadly but protective and more than recognizable speaking crocodile's shadow belonging to our WE-Village Chief?"

EPISODE II

WHERE TO SEE TWO KEEPERS OF ANY PYRAMID NEIGHBORING THE WE-VILLAGE
OR
 A DREAM CALLED: 'THE OLD PURPLE CROCODILE AND THE DISABLED SHAMAN AROUND AN AFRICAN PYRAMID'

 

   KaKo is standing in front of the WE-Village Chief and many other Notables are around them, new and old faces of 'WE-Village' Notables, all ready to hear the Chief, 'Diso La SanKa' or 'The Eye of SanKa', confront the dream that this young Shaman from SoulShoe-Village has had. Since it's a dream about the old single-eyed WE-Village crocodile it's probably important to know about.

  'Always wait for I-Man-Chief to speak first,' young Shaman KaKo is thinking to himself, trying to concentrate, about how he will express this strange dream he has had about the Chief's crocodile. He is still trying to concentrate about how he can better explain the way this croco-beast was speaking to him in his dream which faded into laughter. Yes, more and more in the last remembrances of his dream, it appeared to him that the crocodile... which seemed to keep… keep some distance from him... was hissing, laughing and growling; laughing, barking, laughing, lapping and growling...before what...? Fading away? 
   So since KaKo, the son of Sister-Kali-You and The-Bone-of-Tears of I-Konè is still alive from the day he awoke from that dream until now, there were not really any croco-beast attacks for him to be afraid of...in this WE-Chief’s compound alone...or in any other of his coming dreams about...what? Any other dangerous animals maybe...hmm!? He only needs to understand for now the aftermath of his own dream in front of this WE-Village Chief and the many others around, including a handful of other Notable Shaman Elders from other villages, not from his own native village, as it has been set up for this day by their clan of Shamans, who are all about to mingle their male and female voices with those of the Shaman Elders from WE-Village who are all ready to convey their point of view.

   Yes all must understand the aftermath of KaKo’s dream now in front of this WE-Village Chief. 
   Now for all of us gathered around here as Notable Elders or not, my dear friend-Shaman-traveler, here we are again trying to...to do what? To allow more of us to enter, being transformed as we are, and be greatly welcomed as some kind of duo of Shaman newcomers only able to introduce ourselves in a singular crocodilian language that none can translate!? Here we are waiting inside the WE-Village Chief's living room trying to hold on again until the last newcomer's footsteps arrive.
  Yes here we are again about to hear some male and female Shamans' voices start to reason about KaKo’s... about KaKo's what...hmm!? Oh please what? We know that some of these Shaman Elders’s wives from this WE-Village had assisted in and supported some painful deliveries some years ago, one being his mother's strange and difficult pregnancy, but that was another story about KaKo’s coming on earth, somewhere in his SoulShoe-Village…but all these same women from WE-Village knew more about the story of KaKo's birth. Was KaKo already different from all other babies born on that day? A ‘sensemillancestral' birth! KaKo’s 'sensemillancestral' birth, which is a real term these Elders’ wives brought from SoulShoe-Village on that day! So since that time they have been spreading this around to whomever wanted to hear more about whom or what might be called 'sensemillancestral' or not, all along the pathways leading to WE-Village and to their distant relatives' places too! All three of these women from WE-Village, much older now of course, are still alive and are still able to move forward towards any paths of the WE-Village and enter into Mister Shaman Chief 'Eye of SanKa's' compound, at least whenever each of them wants to talk with the Chief, let it be about KaKo’s birth again or let it be about their relatives from the SoulShoe-Village, or let them simply carry back any personal matters of their own. As some people from WE-Village can swear that they see their silhouettes gathering more frequently only when the Chief's old crocodile looks more sick than usual...but that is another story, but each one has her turn to bring in medicine or bring in gifts or carry packages out of...of the Chief's house and compound. 
   My dear friend-Shaman-traveler please remember these words, “So in this WE-Village Chief's compound or yard how can children say there wasn't any laughter at all?”, because coming from these same three women Elders allowing us to talk about KaKo’s birth…oops! KaKo’s 'sensemillancestral' birthday, a new ritual seems to have arisen in WE-Village. A new ritual defining more and more how to confront any disrespectful young male or female villager, in front of anyone progressing along their way. Thus trying to be as fair as possible to any male or female youth from the WE-Village, more than ten or eleven years old, who dares to annoy one of them; let's say without him or her anticipating a new way of laughing during the day in front of…of… whom…and ‘whom’ is so slowly crippling on all fours...growling when he comes! Suddenly coming to have a race with any kind of shadow from a disrespectful human-form maybe? For this ‘whom’ in WE-Village is surely this ‘Single-Eyed Old Crocodile’, a very active massive crocodile's shadow, almost invisible throughout the days when he is humbly resting; seemingly looking as if he is the laziest of all other moving creatures inside the WE-Village Chief's compound but still being the most protective single-eyed old crocodile's shadow, belonging to all of us now my dear friend-Shaman-traveler! 

 

   

    



   Let us tell anyone young or old who will dare to disrespect one of these old women who happened to touch or help pull out more than just baby KaKo’s feet, his challenge of the day will be to build up his own or her own courage because they will instantly be loudly notified to come first… reason awhile…and depending on the intensity of their own disrespectful words, according to their own bad-minded intentions while weighing the foolishness of one of their actions well balanced by her, they might be ordered to come forward, and let’s say it loudly for all to hear, and directed to enter and pluck some three or four different kinds of leaves from the trees inside of the Chief’s compound. They will be ordered as well to come back to reason again…much deeper and longer with her if necessary. Therefore their response will appear to be the fastest fortifying challenge to unfortunately have to repeatedly overcome or not for any growing youth from WE-Village since these three eldest women from WE-Village have created this ritual, becoming an important ritual against the most disrespectful actions perceived by any youth, being from the WE-Village or not, since that time up until now...remember...hmm!?   
   KaKo has plainly done what is now required of them to do, as baby KaKo had done it before the former WE-Village Chiefs' eyes, meaning before the WE-Village's late Father's eyes and many others.
   Let's say when KaKo was not much older than three or four was the first time he visited his relatives in WE-Village with his parents. Sometime in these early walking days between one and four years of age after finally being let down from his mother's hands and being out of sight from the people around him, this child 'Kali-Kone', taking his first baby steps and then suddenly starting to run, stopped some distance away to pick up some leaves and some matured fruits one by one that had been forgotten to be picked up from some small fruit trees which used to be in this same Chief’s compound. So it was well detected on that day only that this walking baby KaKo was abnormally willing to continually pick these things up and then lay all of what he had in his baby hands down…amongst the four or five small aligned stones and leaves already there. One by one and as precisely as a quick thinking baby might want it to be so, our actively busy baby KaKo who was running at the time wanted to continue picking up all those new pulpy fruits and attractive heaps of leaves with his hands and lay them upon this same crocodile’s back...decidedly becoming the youngest Shaman student to do so on this special day for him and his late parents; in front of Chief 'Diso-La-SanKa's' now deceased father too and some of the WE-Village's Shaman Elders that were still alive, but all younger of course than they are now.

   After KaKo announces he has dreamt about the WE-Village Chief's crocodile, all eyes in this WE-Village Chief's living room are feigning to ignore him again... He is still the youngest Shaman of the day, and a guest from whose late dream about one crocodile's silhouette in particular is about to be heard...right!?

 

 
 

  So my dear friend-Shaman-traveler, in any long silence inside of this vast living room we can almost hear young Shaman KaKo thinking to himself, 'Always wait for I-Man-WE-Chief to speak first'; still trying to concentrate on how he will express this literally strange questioning dream he has had about the Chief's crocodile; not only because this old single-eyed crocodile seemed to have changed its black and gray button-like scales until the skin on its legs became multicolored in his dream, but because he is trying to concentrate on how better to explain the way this croco-beast is…is…acting!? In the last remembrances of his dream it appeared to him over and over that the strangely colored  Shaman Chief's one-eyed crocodile, which seemed to be keeping some distance from him, was finally hissing and laughing...hissing and laughing...before doing what…hmm? 'Always wait for I-Man-Chief, 'Eye of SanKa', of Warrior-Equilibrium Village to do what has to be secretly done or not before he introduces himself or any other matter of the day...hmm!?

   Some Elders are rearranging some of the WE-Village Chief's masks, folded carpets and empty little wooden chairs, filling up space with them for no reason, with no way around them either. There are different sized cups around them, individual calabashes filled with drinkable liquids for all the Shaman that are already inside. Some five or six of the WE-Village Elders are actually checking out all of the people's sandals and strange shoes laying outside upon the WE-Village Chief's veranda, or level patio made of wood leading to the main curtain or door of the Chief's house and also to his wide-open compound outside, before entering his house again to best manage the opening of the session. 
   The clapping of hands and chanting is in the air and all the Elders are now deeply murmuring, helping Chief 'I-SanKa-La-Diso' to set up a long and mournful curious 'crocodile-chanting-song' before beginning all openings of the session, the session about this young Shaman KaKo, which is about to start.

   “Welcome again young Shaman Kali-Konè muna Sister Kali-You na Ewess'a-Missodi-ma-Kone (and the son of the Bone of Tears of I-Konè too!) So my dear KaaKoo, it seems you have had a dream about this crocodile of ours that is native to the Warrior-Equilibrium Villages' lands...did you not...hmm...? Before you begin to tell your dream, which surely must be a strange dream about that meeting you had with that strange lonely crocodile, the one that reminded you of that old respectful single-eyed crocodile of mine that is hissing and murmuring now...as if each and everyone would be able to hear him from my backyard, he seems to want to growl a little more!" He stops for a brief moment but then begins to sing the same collective opening song, although much shorter this time, introducing all types of growls into his session today! After he has emitted his last series of grunts and growls to obtain another deep silence from all the male and female Shamans around him he continues by saying, “Let me tell you my dear friend young Shaman Kali-Konè another dream about a crocodile, as you can easily admit now other people that are warriors, Shamans or maybe even Chiefs or humble ones can also have dreams about the same type of animal…!” He took a long breath then continued, "Now hear me out young Shaman student Kaaa'Koo-ooh! Knowing this other dream has been entitled long before any of us here were ever even born, ‘The Old Uncontrollable Crocodile and the Disabled Blue-Black-Albino Shaman: The Two Keepers of the Pyramid', and in knowing this...and repeating its title at least thrice in your mind...dear KaKo de Kaaa'Koo-ooh, like many others with their ears and bodies awakened that are sitting here, surrounding my silhouette of the day, please hear me out! So it is! So it shall be!”

                                      

A DREAM CALLED:  'THE WINGED CROCODILE AND THE DISABLED SHAMAN AROUND AN AFRICAN PYRAMID'

  
 

   “Now before I begin to tell this story which is most likely new to many here in my house, let me remind you young Shaman KaKo that you must have a title for your dream...! Yes, a title for your dream! Please tell us all here on this day what we should call this first entitled dream of yours about my crocodile that many here call Pa' One-Eye-Mola-Diso-La-WE-Village Crocodile, who is somewhere outside…?” Suddenly being interrupted, before finishing raising his muscular indicating right hand in the air, KaKo is already answering him, "'Before The Crocodile Starts To Laugh', this will be the title of my dream!"

  Young Shaman KaKo has answered almost instantaneously to this WE-Village Chiefs' so surprising question. His response is given with much caution but as wittingly as he can because this is the first time KaKo has had to name one of his own dreams in front of a village Chief, much less surrounded by many people.  
  All of the Notables gathered around are silently repeating KaKo’s dreams' title more than three times, "Before The Crocodile Starts To...To...To Looaugh? To Laugh!?" Each one is trying to deeply reason about it for himself first.

   Woo-Hoo! My dear friend-Shaman-traveler, after KaKo expresses this ornate title for all of the ears around to hear, it seems impossible for anyone to avoid a real moment of long and simple laughter; a simple long laughing moment in this WE-Village Chief's living and sitting room, then another plus another until none of them, even the seemingly last statuesque female Shaman Elder's silhouette, are able to hear, imitate or try to imitate this most definite audible crocodile’s laugh anymore!

 

 

   

    The same clapping of hands and calls for silence are in the air again. A complete silence is demanded. Outside the playful old single-eyed crocodile is growling vigorously, while inside this WE-Village Chief's house some Elders are rubbing their hands together, very likely ready to point to some tops of some heads before starting to touch some to obtain silence. Yes they are clapping their hands and shaking them and nervously hitting their feet, some on the carpeted ground and some on the earthen ground to obtain complete silence accompanying the WE-Village Chief's watchful eyes. For it is known that Chief 'Diso La SanKa' of Warrior-Equilibrium Village always needs a new short meditative silence before introducing what he has to say.

  

  

   There used to be a giant purple crocodile which lived downstairs and upstairs on a pyramid, he lived there crawling down the stairs and up the stairs of this pyramid. So of course there were many stairs for him to climb, sometimes having to reach the top and sometimes having to go down to the base of this pyramid again. He could find enough food there lying in a special den for him, sort of like a big open box made out of rocks.

   There were two open boxes made out of rocks for him that were just the same: one being at the bottom of the stairs, and another special  identical den being at the top of the stairs of this pyramid. These were the only two boxes, or dens, that he knew of where he could find food. So for this strange purple guardian crocodile the big terrible problem was this: he never knew for sure, as someone seemed to feed him about every seven days or more, in which of the two dens his food would be placed. On top of all that this giant shimmering purple guardian crocodile couldn't say which one of these two dens had the powers to delay for more time than necessary the coming of his food. It might be a week or more than maybe ten to thirty days or nights of starvation, as some days he seemed to come late only to capture the smell of an attractive food which appeared to have been there nonetheless.

   Now as the days passed by defining or making the weeks, the months and the years to live out, you don't have to be a crocodile guarding a pyramid to feel tired of this give or take, this tit for tat...! Tired from having to choose whether to start climbing to the top or whether to start coming down again from where he was inevitably about to starve to death...hmm!?

   So after many years of climbing up and down those stairs, from the top of the pyramid to the first flamboyant ample steps above the ground at the bottom of the pyramid just looking for his food to avoid any deadly starvation, this giant purple crocodile dreamed (started to have fixed visions) of getting wings, as he was getting older and having his moments of immobility or of fixation and even though his crocodilian stillness was getting much longer, the starvation problem around the pyramid was not getting solved. His desire to be a more valuable guardian who could move faster to check for his food and move more quickly around this pyramid had grown very intense one day when he was climbing. He growled and stopped to reflect and then advanced to climb some more. His whole decrepit body and bones were sore. Painfully this old purple crocodile was climbing and finally reaching, almost in a fainting state, the last stairs leading to this uplifted den made of rocks above the pyramid.
   Once he was there he saw an open den which exposed on that day a large desirable amount of meat instantly spreading its best attracting odors at its lowest levels above the ground to the top of this pyramid. A heap of meat laying in an imprecise but very distorted form on the ground. As he kept painfully approaching already having hope pour over all of his crocodilian senses he felt as if that food, which was like a very different but attractive growling speaking heap of meat, was about to...to vanish! No, no...no way! Had he just heard the first strange growl, one amongst many, coming from this heap of meat!? But it was just like it usually was, his food being inside one of his two crocodilian dens...bloody or not...hmm!?

   This old guardian crocodile was merely advancing slowly to check it out. On this day it seemed to him that this strange elongated shaped food, fidgety on the ground and piled up inside this den of rocks at the top of the pyramid, was pitifully growling and murmuring, speaking words to him that were amazingly and totally more and more understandable. Actually it was like hearing someone he would have to respond to.

  "Dear...(Growl!)...My dear...old...(Growl! Growl!) old purple papa crocodile!...Don't eat me! (Growl!) And I'll give you...(Growl! Growl!)… wings of your (Growl! Growl!) D-R-E-A-M-S..."

   "What kind of food are you...? (Growl! Growl!) I've found and eaten massive amounts of meat as all of our pyramids' owners might know... (Growl! Growl!) My dear food how can you growl and hiss as I do…? (Growl!) How can it be after so many years that no one except you... (Growl!) seems to be growling, hissing and speaking here, expressing words understandable in my own native tongue...!?"

  "Because on this amazing (Growl! Growl!) day as you and I are speaking (Growl! Growl!), you will (Growl! Growl!) become another (Growl! Growl!) type of (Growl! Growl!) guardian if you (Growl! Growl!) don't eat me, oh dear old purple papa croco-oh-croco-oooh...!" 
   "So tell me, dear speaking food of the day, what will I eat today then, hmm!? Can you hear me and tell me dear speaking meat...?"
   "Don't eat me! Don't eat me!" This is still the pleading cry of this heap of meat and being the most unpredictable speaking food of the day it continues to speak, "Don't eat me and in less than three hours, with two to pass by with us together here, after circling around me and smelling my body fluids and all of my distorted bleeding bones as many times as you want, you will see what will happen to you next if you can resist touching me and tearing up any more of my body parts! The parts of my body that other people much more dangerous than you are now to me have already torn up and are laying here to be tested as to be tasted or inevitably swallowed. So my dear old pa' purple crocodile, since you have just been watching me for only fifteen minutes, resisting to eat me, if in no less than three hours time the other nourishing den feels and sees that your attitude will stay the same about not being eager to eat me, it will always be filled and refilled with food to eat while this one I am within now will be filled and always refilled with wings, some changeable sticky pairs of wings of different shapes and colors; wings to see and feel the strength of as they fit and grow on your back whenever you will roll on them to do what is needed to be done as one of your most important crocodilian tasks of the day! So yes, yes you still have a task to carry out around all of these flamboyant cubicles of shimmering heavy stones, like high upscaled walls hiding some secret golden openings as small doors and corridors, allowing other powerful kinds of silhouettes like yourself to approach and roam around these pharaonic surroundings as well. Yes, yes dear old pa' purple crocodile, all of you, dead or alive, can get into the interiors of this same pyramid after taking and surviving likewise or not their test of patience too! Entering dead or alive...hmm!? I also want to add but have much less certitude about what pharaonic fate might await or not anyone's corpse after definitely becoming inert and breathless as we do become one day or another! So yes old pa' purple crocodile, please don't eat me, and after two or three hours pass by here you will just have to prepare to climb down again and accept that you will find some other new refreshing edible food other than me inside the other nourishing and nursing den; then after reinvigorating yourself, you will inevitably have to climb back up again; thus coming up one more time to cover yourself with your first newly fitted wings you will therefore find here with me...! So as though I will be waiting just for you pa' purple crocodile, please keep resisting and don't eat me! Therefore from the powers coming from the builders and owners of these two normally nourishing dens made of rocks, you will be chasing whomever might try to cross any path leading to either of your two respective nourishing pyramidal nests, up here and down there; as having to secure and protect this most valuable nourishing place of yours, you will inevitably be chasing any living creature that crosses or enters your bloody winged-crocodile's sphere and dangerous perimeter of attack or defense without having announced himself or herself like a few other more respectful winged bodies or crocodilian friends of yours might have to do! As for now, beyond all other words, please choose not to eat me! Please pa' purple crocodile, at this time resist! Keep resisting and please pa' purple crocodile don't eat me...hmm!?

   
   Just imagine my dear friend-Shaman-traveler what an unbearable temptation to resist it was and what kind of courage it took for this giant purple crocodile that was circling around this growling, speaking massive body of meat to consider and reconsider the deal; his belly empty as he swallowed nothing else but his own saliva. An attractive odor being released by a humanly speaking form has this old pa' purple crocodile lurking around it and attracted by it as he circles around it to take another new sniff...circling around it again and again as time passes by, but still hesitating to wipe out his own present hunger as he circles around this newly murmuring, begging massive body of meat which is like another good smelling food laying there that finally becomes silent after awhile...and time still passes by...hmm!?
  So what will your decision be dear old Mister purple pharaonic crocodile...hmm!? As hungry as you still are, will you or will you not eat this visible heap of meat which has appeared as your most energizing food of the day? Should you tear it up or not? Or should you swallow it or not swallow it as rapidly as you can make yourself forget that this smelly but still highly attractive heap of meat on the ground has been able to speak to you and talk a great deal about...being inedible!?
   Amidst all things our old pharaonic giant purple crocodile still cannot forget that this heap of meat has proposed an important challenging enigma for him, one for all of his senses and very tired decrepit crocodilian body to solve, right!? He easily still has time to smell the refreshingly good smell coming from this food he is circling around, scrutinizing it as he thinks about holding himself back; being at the edge of the smallest respectful distance possible, without letting his extended purple crocodile's head and muzzle touch it; as all of the deadly movements from his jaws and teeth are seemingly asking him, "Why not eat now!?" or, "Why not touch and taste this food here!?" or, "Why does this crocowoeeuh-enigma say that I have to wait and not eat this one heap of food...hmm!?"
  Now if anyone has ever safely escaped from this kind of purple crocodile's presence or croco-mouth filled with active purple croco-teeth,  it might simply be considered just pure madness today even amongst the most unreadable Shamans, men and women alike from any other villages, to imagine that he or she could confront this kind of creature without being heavily armed or totally transformed.
  So if we encounter this sort of giant guardian crocodile somewhere, will we all be able to say some new kinds of 'crocowoeeuhs'...as croco-words coming from our different respective languages and native tongues that they will be able to comprehend? Therefore then letting us safely go being protected by its crocodilian shadow because we would have been able to solve one specific important enigma that this oldest and largest purple guardian crocodile of the day had been waiting for the right answer to for so long!  
   Now concerning this giant Papa purple crocodile's story, (just imagine how many crocodile babies he might have as primogeniture still hanging around any pyramidal area or region in this world of...of...hmm!?) it was said that when receiving his first pair of wings from this mighty unknown disabled Shaman he swore on that day that in his interminable hunting days he would never fly to catch a disabled human or any other disabled creature with any pair of wings that was going to fly over…yes fly over these kinds of pyramids he was supposed to guard much better from now on...hmm!?
   Yes it was actually said that while rising up and discovering for the first time all the sides of that flamboyant blue-orange-purple tainted pyramid on that day that this much wiser, normal-sized old purple guardian crocodile had sworn in front of this disabled and courageous old blackman albino Shaman that he would never chase and eat any other disabled winged creature flying vigorously or not in the same part of the sky above. Although for all of the others flying and passing by looking so healthy but forgetting to greet him or simply lightly coughing while trying to hide unacknowledged in any high or low cloud above, let's follow and observe how it will not only be the Shaman villagers' eyes from any of these villages that will be secretly trying to manage to have the best bird's eye view when the inevitable dangerous countdown for that terrible challenge of pursuit or enigmatic race against what or whom might be called 'the flying, swallowing giant Pa' purple crocodilian shadow in the bright blue-orange sky' of their village or city, might mercilessly begin.

  So now my dear friend-Shaman-traveler to end this part of this disturbing other dream, you must know that this disabled Shaman's keeper of this ancestral pyramid belonging to our mutual smiling pharaoh-forefathers and the people of that past time, is in his last stages of initiation also, and that he seems to be learning how to use all of his magical or internal powers to survive another level or another type of being a more efficient 'pyramid keeper’ or 'pyramid warden’, as long as this old giant crocodilian creature with its shimmering purple skin is ready to follow him and be a friendly protector too...right!? Yes, follow him after both of them have made a decisive transformation today, whereas both of them will have a new state of mind that will lead them both to another level of tasks when inside of or outside of the orange-purple side of their blue-orange pyramid from now on.

  

   When 'Diso La SanKa', the WE-Village Chief, ended his story, young Shaman KaKo couldn't stop thinking about his own dream. This other enigmatic story about a powerfully distorted, disabled Shaman was not so terrible to him at first. He was reflecting hard on how this new story of a dream might be adjusted to his choice or option to escape and survive in front of his own speaking crocodile in a dream; what more would he have to think about when remembering this new image of likely one of their albino forefathers as one of the most courageous Shaman he had ever heard about...hmm!? Yes merely a wise unknown Shaman from these lost but unforgotten old pharaonic days had been inexorably gesturing to survive in front of a massive suspicious old purple speaking crocodilian creature, which had mounted and was descending the stairs of a pyramid...right? Yes, but in a dream! You must remember that this is a new story about a new crocodile's shadow coming from someone else's dream that KaKo now has in his mind...and  is reflecting on too...hmm!?
   Kako has never seen a pyramid or met any purple crocodile except in old lost dreams or rare books he has opened; so reflecting on the two scenarios including the WE-Village's single-eyed croco-beast that he had dreamt about lately and this other dream coming out of the WE-Village Chief's mouth as a story, he has two scenarios to question from now on. His mind ultimately needs to figure out how to mingle or separate each of the scenarios, these two scenarios that seem more and more amazingly coincidental in his own mind...hmm!?
   So should he think or keep thinking about this pa' purple crocodile from the pyramid or about the one he has dreamt about? Knowing that the latter, meaning the different colored one with the single-eye (the one belonging to all natives of the WE-Village) is constantly busying his mind, as he is seemingly growling more then just inside of him since then too...hmm!?  
   Certainly in his dream, in front of the Chief's speaking croco-beast, he has quickly as intuitively chosen in which way he wants to be chased by him, so it shall be! Being a valid villager from SoulShoe Village with a strong body and a solid  Shaman warrior's mind now, he feels and knows that he was right in making his own choice between  refusing or not refusing the winged version of being chased away...and hopes for the best for himself and his own next coming dreams, which might be about some other kinds of animals maybe.
   Kako is still thinking and deeply comparing both dreams, comparing all of the intense growling and hissing sounds unpredictably resounding in his mind to those from before that were resonating from outside the WE-Village Chief's house at some precise moments, therefore making all ears tense up, and not just KaKo's ears alone...hmm!? 
   This young Shaman, Kali-Kone, is truly appearing to be like a shadow who is quietly seated, despite the fact that he is concentrating more and more, trying to figure out if any secret words will come out more understandable after hearing a burst of hissing or laughter coming from the wide-open mouth of...of the big crocodile outside of course! A crocodile being like a strange old crocodilian teacher that is always looking after the most special ones of the present students of the day ...hmm!?
   So as time seems to pass by at a special reptilian's speed inside of the WE-Village Chief's living room and as the Chief is deeply lost inside of himself one more time, all of these eminent Shaman Elder's eyes that are affixed on watching over young Shaman KaKo and others on this special day for him can affirm that KaKo's mind is inevitably turning to become 'sensemillancestral', becoming more than just crocodilian; meaning something inside KaKo is still trying and will soon be able to figure out any secret words that are or might be in the air coming from any sort of crocodilian silhouettes that are hissing or laughing near his quietly seated silhouette.
  Knowing the WE-Village Chief has decided to silence himself seemingly for a long while, young Shaman KaKo who has entitled his own dream 'Before The Crocodile Starts To Laugh' is focusing his mind on hearing and analyzing any of those furtive crocodilian footsteps and roars and growls that were heard from time to time and are still extending their mysteries around his ears too; and so it is!
  Now my dear friend-Shaman-traveler, let us say that with his latest dream in question inside the WE-Village Chief's home, a lot might happen to Shaman student KaKo...and for what is about to come there way a lot will happen to many others, being Shaman students or not; and all of these eminent Shaman Elders surrounding all of these Shaman students know for sure that this youngest student of all of them from SoulShoe Village is now ready to endure whatever might come his way; so it is! So it shall be!

‘THE CROCODILE FACTOR, STORY-ENIGMA, AROUND AN AFRICAN TREE...’

WRITTEN BY D. JAHMAN DEIDO TREE
 

(plainly corrected by Julie Peterson)