ONE FINE DAY IN A MA’KVASSA GULLY

NOTE:
This entry is a…
Scattered Tinking Re-Gathered.

The original was parked on the MYSTcommunity forum on Dec 4 2006, 03:10 AM Post #1.

What is below has undergone a pass of my mental English wheel..

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“Ummm, TeBO, you ever see anything like that happen before?”

Tink was watching the top third of a huge canyon-rim-high hoodoo pull away from its base.

It didn’t fall crashing into a rain of boulders, to shower house-size blocks of red stone on the canyon floor, though. Instead, it rose slowly upward, like it was levitating, or riding on some invisible cushion.

She felt TeBO’s usual “presence” at the edge of her mind, where he usually fed her his emotions and impressions, even the occasional vision from his past. They slipped into her stream of consciousness as the two watched the massive chunk of strangely-formed rock move smoothly away from its former resting place.

He was quite familiar with the peculiar geologic rock formation, but she also felt an odd sense of hesitancy, unsureness as far as the hoodoo’s motion went.

Her empathic alien friend wasn’t sure. He had fuzzy impressions of something like it, but nothing that would coalesce into a coherent image. Was he trying to tell her he had dreamed of something like this? Or that he had been told of a similar phenomenon?

The overriding undercurrent in both their minds was intense curiosity, however, so they continued to watch. The pair was crouching behind some cap rocks at the top of a slightly smaller hoodoo nearest the moving one.

The two hoodoos were sort of companion ‘guards’ jutting from the ground at the opening to what seemed to be an underground leg of the gully’s channel.

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Tink and TeBO had been exploring a system of interlocking canyons, and they had emerged from a frantic journey along the bottom of a very narrow slot canyon.

While still within that cramped, tube-like dry arroyo, they had heard and felt faint shudderings in the overhanging rock walls, and had become extremely nervous.

Were these the shudders of a geological shifting? Was the terrain rearranging its rocky self to a more comfortable hang in its touchy balance of gravity and erosion?

Or had there been a rain storm far upstream of the canyons here? That could mean they had heard distant thunder echoing through the rock, heralding a sudden filling of the confined little passage which twisted its way through high overhanging rock walls.

If the noises had been tremors, they could be buried in an avalanche of falling stone. If the sounds had been lightning’s voice, they could be caught up in an avalanche of rushing water.

In either case, they needed to exit the confined trail they followed. Now. Quickly.

Thus, they had raced through dark passages lit only by tiny slivers of openings that admitted dust-speckled beams from an oddly lavendered blue sky. They raced anxiously, scrambling over already-fallen rocks along the slot canyon’s floor, hyper alert for sounds of imminent disaster, scanning the walls for an escape route up or out — until they had suddenly rounded a tight turn and found themselves in the bright light of a conjunction of canyon mouths.

Once outside the confine of the canyon, they had simply headed up the first available slope off the floor of the conjunction, the first path which appeared to promise of avoiding any fast-moving things headed along the canyons’ floors.

They were almost to its pinnacle when tremors shook the rock upon which they perched. They stopped in their tracks and grabbed for armholds. The two then warily watched the unfolding, impossible movement of the larger column’s cap rocks.

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Deep shudders continued as the the base of the elevating rocks reached a level at the rim of the canyon. Once the base rocks cleared the rim, the the whole mass began to arc away from the gully, as if it were balanced on tip of a huge swiveling, invisible boom.

It finally slowed to a halt when only the tiniest tip of its outermost, lowest rock peeked over the edge of the sheer walls which dropped to the canyon floor, where the hoodoo’s abandoned base still sat.

That was when the shuddering stopped and allowed a silence to descend over the canyon like a giant invisible sheet settling to a newly-made bed. The sudden quiet was palpable, until Tink’s voice suddenly, casually, bounced around canyon walls.

“Shoulda climbed the other hoodoo, hunh?”

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~ by tinkianmotion on May 2, 2010.

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