Children of Youngerwoman

Children of Youngerwoman

      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