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In the weeks following the massacre, each tribe, in ceremonious fashion, had committed each member to an oath of secrecy. It was taught to all, especially the children, that telling the story, or drawing the story, or drawing anything about the bird that carried the small men, or even mentioning the beast to anyone, could bring the beast to life and more grey beings would certainly destroy the Beaker peoples for the crime they had committed.
Despite their not having a written language, the story was told eventually but never drawn. Out of still-present fear the storytellers would substitute its truthful facets with fantastical Earthly subjects. Within three hundred years the story of the massacre had warped into a hunting story of the defeat of a tremendous beast that flew above the clouds. In another story, a single mysterious traveler from faraway across the great waters brought knowledge of the stars and their names. Another story, which still carried the name of Yavo, was popularly told about his brave defeat of a huge silver bird whose chicks sprang forth from within and tried to eat all of the Beaker people. Within four hundred years the story was indistinguishable and untraceable to the day of the massacre. The Elders' suppression of the truth had been successful; this forbidden story was lost in the twisted retelling of a guilty and fearful history. ~~~~~ For several centuries before the arrival of the saucer, the Beaker people had played a game on the ground, one enjoyed by children and adults equally. The game was structured within a circle of thin sticks planted vertically into the ground and closely together, approximately forty-five to sixty centimeters in diameter. Players would circle the playing area and each takes a turn tossing their chosen stone into the circle toward the inside of the wall across from them. When each players' stone is tossed, the player whose stone is the closest to the wall without touching the wall is the winner. Often a tie would result in careful measurements of the stone's distances from the walls being taken, using straight twigs. It was craps of the Neolithic age. The adults would gamble their possessions, the children would trade their polished stones often stones with names, lucky stones. In the Elder Jobia of the South West tribe, this game inspired an idea to hide the large saucer. At the second meeting of the Elders Jobia's plan was accepted. Moving the beast would not be required and that convenience was appealing.
The tribes dug large post holes about 1 meter apart around the outside of the saucer. They planted the thickest tree poles they could find vertically along its circumference leaving only a gap where the silver behemoths' entrance ramp was located. When done the poles of unequal heights stood about 8 -10 meters above the ground. Rather than plumb a line from the outer rim of the beast, they had eye-balled the holes using only their flattened hands and arms to guide diggers to the center of the holes. Resulting in each pole crookedly slanted, several centimeters insides and outside of the rim of the saucer. To fill in the gaps between each pole, they strapped thick poles to rest on the ground between them, also long, also staggered in height. To ensure that its entrance not open again, they firmly wedged a tremendous log at an angle from under the ground in front of, and against, the hatch that had exposed the ramp. They could not build a roof over the saucer as no one was willing to work on its topside for fear the beast might leave and take them into the sky. They tossed branches, leaves and grasses and small logs over the new walls in the hope of hiding it well enough from the next flying beast that may soon come. To give the impression of an important building, they created a false doorway entrance aligned with the hatch and shut off by a heavy gate.
Despite their not having a written language, the story was told eventually but never drawn. Out of still-present fear the storytellers would substitute its truthful facets with fantastical Earthly subjects. Within three hundred years the story of the massacre had warped into a hunting story of the defeat of a tremendous beast that flew above the clouds. In another story, a single mysterious traveler from faraway across the great waters brought knowledge of the stars and their names. Another story, which still carried the name of Yavo, was popularly told about his brave defeat of a huge silver bird whose chicks sprang forth from within and tried to eat all of the Beaker people. Within four hundred years the story was indistinguishable and untraceable to the day of the massacre. The Elders' suppression of the truth had been successful; this forbidden story was lost in the twisted retelling of a guilty and fearful history. ~~~~~ For several centuries before the arrival of the saucer, the Beaker people had played a game on the ground, one enjoyed by children and adults equally. The game was structured within a circle of thin sticks planted vertically into the ground and closely together, approximately forty-five to sixty centimeters in diameter. Players would circle the playing area and each takes a turn tossing their chosen stone into the circle toward the inside of the wall across from them. When each players' stone is tossed, the player whose stone is the closest to the wall without touching the wall is the winner. Often a tie would result in careful measurements of the stone's distances from the walls being taken, using straight twigs. It was craps of the Neolithic age. The adults would gamble their possessions, the children would trade their polished stones often stones with names, lucky stones. In the Elder Jobia of the South West tribe, this game inspired an idea to hide the large saucer. At the second meeting of the Elders Jobia's plan was accepted. Moving the beast would not be required and that convenience was appealing.
The tribes dug large post holes about 1 meter apart around the outside of the saucer. They planted the thickest tree poles they could find vertically along its circumference leaving only a gap where the silver behemoths' entrance ramp was located. When done the poles of unequal heights stood about 8 -10 meters above the ground. Rather than plumb a line from the outer rim of the beast, they had eye-balled the holes using only their flattened hands and arms to guide diggers to the center of the holes. Resulting in each pole crookedly slanted, several centimeters insides and outside of the rim of the saucer. To fill in the gaps between each pole, they strapped thick poles to rest on the ground between them, also long, also staggered in height. To ensure that its entrance not open again, they firmly wedged a tremendous log at an angle from under the ground in front of, and against, the hatch that had exposed the ramp. They could not build a roof over the saucer as no one was willing to work on its topside for fear the beast might leave and take them into the sky. They tossed branches, leaves and grasses and small logs over the new walls in the hope of hiding it well enough from the next flying beast that may soon come. To give the impression of an important building, they created a false doorway entrance aligned with the hatch and shut off by a heavy gate.
"Woodhenge." Durrington, UK.
"Nearly all had their hoods drawn and held onto for cover from the spring winds as they leaned in and strained to hear the conversation that would determine their safety."
All Rights Reserved: James Gray Mason, 2015
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