One Halloween, when the highways were still, a Youngerwoman came to the house of her only clown child. “Child,” she said, “don’t fear the future. We, your mothers and your brothers, can show you the proper way to sort the takers from the givers and you will become strong from the knowledge.” The Youngerwoman liked to brag about her knowledge. She knew that if the children did indeed listen to her, that they would find their own way on the highway. This was the beginning of a Special Time for her only clown child. It was to be the day of the clown child’s Second performance for the Scarecrow. A Second performance was when the growth pattern was submerged into the depths of sub-consciousness and molded to fit her frame exactly as it had been re-destined. This was the day that her mothers and her brothers would teach her to swim on the highway that was now so still. The Youngerwoman sensed the excitement in the air of the Space.
They were all gathering in the large area known as the Storehouse. The two youngest brothers, Todd and Sharlie, had just arrived on their wheelbars and were searching for a fine place to Stand for the performance, as they wanted the clown child to see them first. They were always the most receptive of her brothers at her re-hearsals. They had been at her first performance and they had laughed the loudest.
They were again prepared to laugh the loudest, because they knew that the Scarecrow Never laughed. They did not want the clown child to face the day without the lightness that she has been preparing for. She had not been told that the Scarecrow Never laughed. She believed that the comical antics she had been re-hearsing were indeed to make the Scarecrow laugh. She knew that her mothers and her brothers pictured her as a success, but if nobody laughed, how could she face the highway alone? Her Youngest brothers showed to keep the air infused with the confidence that the clown child had grown to Know and Move with.
More mothers and brothers arrived soon, and the Storehouse grew audible to the universe. They were all quite vocal in comparing their own Second performance for the Scarecrow. No one ever knew anything about the Scarecrow until their own Day, although all of their Younger lives were spent preparing for their Own Special performance.
The Storehouse quieted as the clown child stepped onto the circular stage. She rotated as she searched the crowd for familiar faces. Todd and Sharlie waved to her, smiling. They knew that she felt Alone up there and they did their best to make her feel connected. The lights went down as circus music played lightly in the dusk. She was dressed in a ancient costume reminiscent of the mimes they had all seen in the old painting in the Gallery. Her white face seemed pale up there. This Second performance was the one they had all been waiting for. The Space was as still as the Highway. She began her routine as she always had during re-hearsal, “Is anybody listening?”
They all watched as the Scarecrow mounted the stage behind the clown child. Only she did not see her. She was telling the joke of war. They laughed. They cried. They were the ones she was talking about.
The clown child was on a roll. Her comical movements and faces had the Space rolling with laughter. The history of the worlds is alive with humorous dreams and visions. The mothers and the brothers have taught her how to view the Past and Future with an open mind, finding the pain of the Quest filled with laughter. This Day was no different than any of the Past. Her pain was buffered by the tears of humor. As the rest of her family watched with amazement the finest show that the clown child had ever done, the Scarecrow did something that no one had ever seen her do before. She smiled. The clown child still did not realize that the Scarecrow was standing behind her on the stage. When she told the joke about turning water into wine, Todd and Sharlie laughed as they always had at this part of the show. They knew now that there was no need for them to fear the worst. Everyone was laughing at her jokes about the Special Forces and the Crossing Wind and the Magic Death, even the one about the Scarecrow. The clown child’s growth pattern was maturing in front of their very eyes. Youngerwoman was as proud of her as she had been of her Divine Son’s Second performance.
The Scarecrow moved closer to the clown child. Youngerwoman sat on the edge of her seat. What could this mean? The Scarecrow had never acted like this at any other Second performance. She smiled! Now she was approaching the clown child. Now she was holding her belly and she was laughing. As she moved closer to the clown child, Youngerwoman could see the tears flowing from her eyes. Was she laughing or crying? Todd and Sharlie could see this happening. They wished the clown child would turn around. No one in the Space knew what was going on, but the Scarecrow was almost beside the clown child now. As the Scarecrow stepped into place alongside the clown child, she reached out and touched her shoulder. Then she fell to her knees. The clown child looked at her and Knew. As the Scarecrow slid to the surface of the stage, dying, she smiled broadly and whispered to the clown child, “Bless you child, I AM now at peace. You bring joy to the others, and I will pass out of this space and into another.” Her speech was getting slower and it was hard for the clown child to understand her as she finished her task. “It is you, dear, that I leave my knowledge with, and freely pass to the next space.” The clown child knelt and cradled the Scarecrow lovingly, and said, “I will use it well, Mother.” As the Scarecrow took her final breath the Universe shook with the force of her last whisper, “I love you.”
©Donna M. Surles 2010