David Maple-Green's Addewid Diary
December 8, 2003 (Monday)
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by Oliver Smith
OliverSmith@CyberPoet.com
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David Maple-Green's Addewid Diary
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Today's Datan from the
Darogan speaks of a
Mysterious Man, with changing
Pelider in the fifth and seventh
positions, moving to
Spirit-Seeking Relationships.
The "mysterious man" in this reading is puzzling, but the fact that it is moving towards "Spirit-Seeking relationships" is a good note to end on. It may relate to someone who showed up at George's reading yesterday at Spiritual Shore Books in Uptown. He was dressed oddly, even for Uptown, and stood as close to the door as he could without being in people's way as they made their way into the small book shop. The entrance is lined by two bookshelves, making it difficult for those entering and leaving if there are people perusing books, but he somehow managed to squeeze in just to the right of the door as one enters, almost backing into the front display. He was thin, almost to the point of being gaunt, and his facial hair hadn't been shaved for several days. He was weary what looked like a medieval monk's robe with a hood pulled over his head and there was a thick cord strung around his waist to hold his robe in place. Given that many of George's friends from the local artist community were present, especially those who love to dress up in medieval attire and participate in exotic role-playing games, I wouldn't have been all that curious, but there was something rather peculiar about the belt itself. It wasn't a simple rope knotted at the ends, with perhaps a cross or some other pendant dangling to the side or from the front, it was actually strewn with what looked like hundreds of cords handing from the thick cord, and the seemed to completelly surround him. At times it had the appearance of a grass skirt, but it was definintely some kind of string, twine or yarn. At one point, I worked my way over to the card display tree by the large front window and glanced at the intricate belt from behind, hopefully unnoticed, but I did have to retreat when he started to turn towards me. Throughout the reading I would look back to see if he was still there and he remained for the duration of the George's reading, then he slipped out the door at precisely the moment that George finished and the audience broke out in applause. Another aspect of this "Mysterious Man", was the movement of his hands. He was constantly fidgeting with the cords suspended at his side. At first I assumed that he was nervous and simply tugging at the strings out of nervousness, but then it occurred to me that he was systematically moving his hands along the cords, moving from one strand to the next, as though he was looking for something, or trying to untangle them, or perhaps even reading them, but that didn't make any sense at all, and the only reason my thoughts drifted towards the notion of "reading" the strings was my recent discovery and intense interest in the Incan Quipu. At that point I simply figured that my imagination had run wild and that I was inferring much more to the scenario than was justified. Then, when George had finished signing his books, packed his belongings and joined me at the door I was taken with how nervous he appeared as he approached the door. He even paused at the door and looked carefully in both directions before stepping out on the sidewalk. Hennepin Avenue was busy with Sunday afternoon Christmas shoppers and there were more simply too many faces to keep track of, but George seemed intent on looking at each of them. "Is there something wrong?" I asked somewhat carefully since he can become rather testy after a reading. "Did you see that man standing by the door during the reading?" he answered. I paused momentarily, before answering, because I didn't want to transfer my own suspicions and concerns to him without having a better sense of where he was coming from on this. "Yes," I said, "I did notice him. Do you know him?" "No...not really, but I have seen him before, and I have begun to think that he may be stalking me, but I have no reason to believe that, nor do I have proof of it, but he has been giving me the creeps for several days now. He seems to be everywhere I go, yet he never speaks to me and I cannot associate him with my job, any of the clubs we go to, or any of the places we shop. And now he shows up at my reading. Its just strange." "I'm sure its nothing," I lied, "it must be just a coincidence." As we made our way into Calhoun Square, as we headed for the parking lot in back, George stopped dead in tracks and look me in the eye, grabbing my shoulders. "This Quipu stuff stuff that you have been studying lately. Why have you been so suddenly interested in it and what does it have to do with your mother, the Blessed Three, Addewid and all that?" I was taken aback by George's sudden interest in Addewid since he has always been rather skeptical about my writings on the subject, my conversations with my mother and Qwinn and my translations of the Ogham Script, not to mention the Disciples of the Blessed Three and my other activies related to this. As a matter of fact, he has been rather hostile to my work in these matters at times. I stared back at him curiously and asked, "why are you so interested in Addewid suddenly. I thought that you had totally dismissed everything I have been saying for the past several years. "Well, you have to admit that these things you are saying about all of this is rather difficult to swallow." "I agree, but why would I make all of this up?" "I don't know, and that is what has been bothering me all of this time, but this strange man following me around has gotten me to thinking about something." "Oh?," I said, intensely interested, "why would this man make you think about Addewid?" "It's that rope he wears, and the way that he fingers it, and how it is exactly what you have been talking about since you started studying the Incan Quipu and connecting that to the Cronva in Addewid. As creative as you are, there is no way in hell that you could have made all of this up and conjured this strange man. As soon as you started talking about the Cronva a few weeks ago and the Quipu this past week, I have been thinking about this man and the strange feeling I have when I am around him. There is a lot that is starting to make sense, but I am not sure why. Praise be, The Blessed Three David Maple-Green |
