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"I will pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do or any kindness I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again." 1859 Household Words Weekly Journal


Space Rocker: The Novel

by Michael Steenbergen
Copyright 2010 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Novel's
NAVIGATION

----------------Chapter 1

1  2  3  4  5  6

7  8  9  10  11

Chapter 2

12 13 14 15 16

17 18 19 20 21

Chapter 3

22 23 24 25 26

18 19 20 21 22

Chapter 4

22  22  23  24  25

26  27  28  29  30

31 32

Chapter 3

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Rocker “felt the force” as he called it. He knew he had made the correct choice. Whenever something was truly right in the universe, his psychic senses sent chills up and down his spine like an electrical current and it was doing it now, over and over.

Cenisa stood up indicating the end of their time together. “I am most pleased to meet you, Rocker. I like you. I am glad you came to our village.”

Rocker hastily got to his feet. He could still feel the force tingling up and down his spine. “And I like you, Cenisa. Thank you for your time, Gracious Lady, Queen of the Chapeck Anneal.” He wasn’t sure that all of the tingling was the force... His pulse was highly elevated and his heart was pumping hard, and out of control. This was a primitive response, spanning millions of years. This was a carnal, physical response.

She laughed. “Cenisa is just fine. We lose time with all those titles. As far as sending a message, I am not sure. Our contacts with the outside world are very limited and controlled. While my father and our family are very well educated, our villagers live a more simple and agrarian existence. Our heritage and our security depend on a separation from the world gone mad of modern men. My father will have a way for you to send a message safely.”

Rocker agreed with her assessment of a “world gone mad of modern men”. His writing, in ‘The Survival of the Species’, dealt extensively with the irrationality of modern behaviors. He knew already that they would be close friends.

“It is late. We will have time to visit tomorrow by the Grace of God. Goodnight.” She stretched out her delicate hand to Rocker. He took it between both of his hands and gave her a squeeze like he would any good friend or family. Cenisa continued “My father has many things to share with you in the morning. I hope you sleep well, my Lord Space Rocker.”

“My Lady, you flatter me with your speech. Let me ask your leave. Goodnight.” The near Castilian Spanish they were speaking made the salutations and goodbyes sound melodic.

La Pedra appeared in the door without a sound. Rocker did not see or hear the flap of skin pull back from the opening. She bowed to both Cenisa and Rocker. Then she met both their eyes and smiled. Pedra stepped forward and placed her hands on Cenisa’s shoulders. As she leaned forward to kiss her Mistress, she spoke, “I love you, my Cousin, my Queen.”

Rocker could see the picture a little better now. If these ladies are cousins, they have more of a bond than just royalty and ruling. Blood line was everything is South America. Pedra took his hand and led him from the hut. Rocker Paused in the middle of the doorway and looked back. La Cenisa was looking directly at him into his eyes. They both paused, neither one wanting to break the glance into each other’s eyes. Rocker blushed once again, and smiled as he turned to follow Pedra.

Back in his own hut, after Pedra had bid him good night, Rocker found all the amenities he could imagine: Fruit, nuts, smoked meat, masa rolls. His heart rate was still elevated from being near Cenisa. He recognized the uncontrollable physical reaction as extreme sexual attraction. Time for a cold shower he thought. The bathing pool came to his mind. “So she had spied on me,” Rocker was thinking. “Time to start checking both of our pheromone levels when we are together” he thought as he continued fantasizing. His heart rate had slowed but he felt a distinct flush as he thought about Cenisa.

Love at first sight? Rocker didn’t really believe in the concept, or even in monogamy. He had several partners throughout his life, and usually consecutively, not sequentially. His rule had always been if he was intimate with a woman, she had to get along with, be friends with all his other partners. He had always had a strong libido. Now the romantic in him was thinking about Cenisa. Poems, songs, moonlit walks on the beach, gentle rain, a soft kiss: thoughts of romance and Cenisa filled his head. He had a pad of paper and pencil from one of the packs the natives had salvaged for him. As he drifted in thought he began to doodle in the torchlight. He was writing in Spanish.

Dejame amarte como …

Las estrellas, montanas, valles..

Rocker paused and absorbed the ambiance and reflected on the amazing aspects of the days events. As emotions swept over him, he wrote the following song in Spanish in one smooth flow of thought, and, then he immediately translated it into English.

"Dejame Amarte" Dejame amarte... como las estrellas y la luna aman el cielo. Dejame amarte... como el sol y la lluvia aman la tierra. Dejame amarte... como las montanas altas aman los valles anchos. Dejame amarte... como la neblina ama el gran mar. Como eres... Como fuiste... Como seras... Dejame amarte como estas.

"Let Me Love You" Let me love you like the stars and the moon love the sky. Let me love you like the sun and the rain love the earth. Let me love you like the tall mountains love the deep valleys. Let me love you like the foggy mist loves the great sea. As you are... As you were... As you will be... Let me love you as all of these.

Amorous thoughts and feeling filled Rocker’s mind. La Cenisa’s image had burned itself into his heart. Full of anticipation for the morning, he could not sleep. Again he thought of the bathing pool and La Cenisa’s bold proposition. Then he thought of her watching him, earlier in the afternoon when he had washed. As he flushed again, he decided on an evening dip in the bathing pool. Pedra had explained that the area was well tended and not to worry much about insects and snakes.

As he retraced the path from earlier that day, moonlight illuminated the jungle. Rocker was not scared of the dark, or the jungle, or the sounds. He had always been in tune with nature and creatures. It was sort of a Davy Crockett sense of animals that allowed him to stare down a squirrel just like the famous frontiersman. The difference however, was that Rocker did not shoot the animals after he made contact with them. Crockett did.

Rocker was fanatical about the equality and sanctity of life. He would kill to eat but he even asked the vegetables to forgive him when he made a salad. Actually he had a phrase he used as a blessing: “From thee to me and me to thee.” This was a promise that just as the food provided nourishment for Rocker, someday Rocker’s body would in turn provide food for other earthly life forms.

Rocker stopped on the path to appreciate the serene scene that confronted him. The full moon loomed low and large over the tree tops. The stars were bigger and brighter tonight, Rocker was sure. He continued down the path, and across the wide, dry riverbed of large stones were he had seen the village family. He thought about the social grouping that Pedra had described. It seemed more like a mini commune than a western style family.

He came around some tropical plants and there in the bright moonlight was the pool. To Rocker’s surprise, the pool was occupied. A handsome young Indian was standing, looking straight at Rocker with a big smile. The native waved at Rocker and bid him greetings in the same Spanish that the ruling family spoke. The stranger introduced himself as El Pajaro.

He was the male heir to the Royal blood line that stemmed from La Paloma, The Fallen Star. La Paloma was The Feathered One’s grandmother’s sister. La Paloma had already had children when she was lost at the Angel’s Waterfall. Pajaro explained that he wa

s the great grandson of La Paloma., El Pajaro, Prince of the Chapeck Anneal.

 

 

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Space Rocker: The Novel
by Michael Steenbergen
Copyright 2010 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
 

NOVEL
NAVIGATION

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Chapter 2

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-CHAPTER 1-
-Little Feather: The Light Walker-


“Before Time there was the Island of Light. The Light Walker made Night so he could sleep and Time was born.”

-The Golden Parchment of the Chapeck Aneal-
31,000 Years Before Current Er
a.




       The sound of the airplane engine was strangely out of harmony with the natural symphony coming from the birds, animals and insects of the Peruvian Amazon. The lazy waters below the plane were slowly meandering through the lush green jungle of the river basin. It would be miles and miles before this tributary merged with the waters of the Amazon proper. There it would join with one fifth of the world’s fresh water to form a 3000 mile stretch of tropical diversity.
       Rocker banked the small aircraft and blinked as the sun reflected off the slow moving water. His hands firmly gripped the steering column, and his feet kept a smooth flow of pressure on, and off, the pedals. He was feeling the excited euphoria of flying alone. Just “You, God and the Machine” he used to say in flight training.
       Rocker’s current archeological survey specifically covered the Peruvian Amazon, an area of the famous jungle confined within the territory of Peru; from just east of the Andes to the border of Ecuador. Blue skies, fluffy white clouds and a brilliantly colored sunset provided the right background for his short flight. A strong sense of spirituality swept over him, a sort of tingle or shiver up and down his spine. The feeling seemed to pass and he shook his head slightly, as if to clear it.
       Since arriving in Lima two weeks earlier, Rocker had been amazed at the biological diversity of the region. Bright colors of fur, feather, hide, skin and leaf assaulted his senses on every outing.
Animals, birds, fish, plants, reptiles, insects and all of living creation seemed to be amplified in color, shape and sounds 10 to twenty fold compared to expeditions in other areas of the Earth.
       Professor James Duncan, Rocker was just his stage name from playing in a band, continued to work on his book about the statistically anomalous biological variation found in this part of the Amazon, or why there is such a variety of color and design in all the living things here. Genetic diversity in this area was actually the greatest on the planet.
Anthropology and archeology were no longer Professor Duncan’s central academic pursuits. Now they were his hobby. Three and one half years earlier he had changed to the Physics Department. His three theoretical letters regarding Para psychological energy sources (Thought = Energy = Mass Accelerated to the Speed of Light Squared), Laser Light Writing with the beam and particle nature of Light, and the Plasma Barrier Force Field designed to create a Cosmic Egg had garnered much attention. The only way he could get his life back was to change to the Physics department and pursue the theories actively.
Now the celebrity of the ideas was awaiting some practical research success. In the meantime, he was enjoying his special 6 month summer sabbatical. Working in the Social Sciences had always been self development and made him feel as if he were pursuing his personal search for morality.
Rocker felt a sudden impact. The small plane shook violently. Shocked out of his reverie by the surprise jolt, he had no idea what had struck the plane. However, a gaping hole in the fuselage was clearly visible when he scanned the aircraft for the impact point. He thought he saw a wisp of smoke stream from the hole. This was no bird strike. Panic set in.
Rocker knew immediately that that the plane was going down. His thoughts flashed to the other members of his expedition. He was glad to be alone on this flight. At least this way, if he was unable to pull the aircraft through the crisis and the plane crashed, no one else would be hurt.

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