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
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
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
“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
Dejame amarte como …
Las estrellas, montanas,
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
"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
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.