Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2017 00:51:02 +0000
From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com
Subject: A Home in The Woods chapter 10

			    A HOME IN THE WOODS
				    By
		   Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin


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living or dead, is coincidental.  It involves bisexuality on the part of
teenagers, including intergenerational sex, as well as drug use.  If this
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					TEN

	We are made out of stardust.  Everything is.  The trees and the
animals and the people and the rocks and the dirt are all made from atoms
that have circulated since the beginning of time this time from the far
edges of the universe to here. We are all stardust.  We are all part of the
universe, made up of the same building blocks as all matter, as all energy.

	Time has seasons.  The great explosion of spring, the flowers
blooming and new growth and new life.  The great explosion to start the
universe was the spring of time.  Through the summer, the universe has
grown and expanded and matured.  The stardust was gathered up and stars and
planets were formed.  Later, it will grind down in the autumn of time
before the universe dies and contracts back, fallow, unto itself for the
seasons of time to begin again with a big bang.

	This place, saw them both, Belus and Belit.  There were others
other places but here it was them. They were from the beginning, in
consciousness if not form from the very beginning but like a magnolia they
grew slowly to maturity.  In the infancy of our kind, they were our
protectors.  They guided us as we grew and changed and evolved.  It began
to be accomplished that the male form and the female form were united and
Belus transferred some of himself to Belit and new life was created in the
manner in which life must be created.  The first born was Adonis: golden
and fair, open and upright, free and fearless. He believed in fairness and
practiced it.  He believed in compassion and in empathy.  He believed in
freedom.  He believed in passion and energy and creativity.  He believed in
love and desire and beauty, in lust and in love.  Dido was the second,
nearly his twin but red and fiery, passionate and urgent, moody and
steadfast.  The last was Molchos: dark and brooding.  He believed in rules
and heirarchy.  He believed in laws and in strength. Mercy was weak.  He
was misshapen and jeolous, bitter and angry.  He was needy.  He required
worship and adoration, adulation and praise in a way that the others
didn't.

	Molchos has gone by many names: Yahweh, Elohim, Allah,
Zarathrustra. But always the one.  He demands all worship, all praise, all
glory unto himself. His praise and his honor is not be shared.  As male,
the female must submit.  But the male must only unite with the female.  He
is dominant.  He may possess others, own them, use them as on Earth
mimicking Molchos above.

	Adonis grieved at his brother's callousness, his insistent needs,
his self absorption.  Molchos was jealous. Finally, in fury, he struck
Adonis down.  In time, it was only the love of Dido that brought him back
from an abyss that Molchos had been able to consign him.  In the meantime,
Molchos had found the hearts of man and woman fertile ground.  His way, the
sole way of one God, had put a dead hand on humanity, driving out the
learning of the ancients.

	Adonis goes by many names too: Satan, Lucifer, the Horned god.
Feared as evil but defamed by a liar and a theif, he struggles to free
humanity from that dead hand. Those that fear him fear art and creativity
and the wildness of ecstasy.  They fear the different, the free, the equal.
It is a narrowed and blinkered existence.

	His mouth and his touch brought it all home. Whether real or
unreal, and he seemed solid enough, the one that called him Adonis lived up
to the name.  He was physically perfect.  The skin was smooth and supple,
the muscles neatly outlined by that skin.  The shoulders wider than the
waist and there was hair everyplace and in every way a young male should
have.  What Nate felt wasn't wanton lust, although he did desire him, but
neither was it romantic love.  It was some new emotion: that it was a
fulfillment in a way.  Nate didn't feel in awe of him, didn't feel the need
to worship him, even if he was who he said he was and thought he didn't
desire it in any event.  Nate did compare himself to him, recongized that
the young god surpassed him in beauty and charisma and accepted it.

	Adonis penetrated Nate as he lay on the pine straw on the forest
floor, his knees pulled back and his legs resting on the strong shoulders.
It felt fine.  Full and satisfying.  Adonis filled that space
perfectly. Nate kept his erection as he was being sodomized.  He got to
look at his lover and Nate liked the sight of the male body in that action,
the straining of muscles and the movement of limbs.  He liked the feel of
the male body pressing against his, the hardness of it. Nate reached down
and tugged his balls away, hoping to see the dick move in and out of him.

	"This feels really good" Nate said, suffused in a warm glow.  "It
feels right"

	"It is right.  For you, it is right"

	"No" Nate said.  "It's just what I needed right now"

	Adonis smiled. Nate knew what he meant.  It was what he needed
always, of course. In the sense of being touched and touching a man.  Slow
and steady wouldn't be right all the time but being free and open to
whatever experience happened was. The pace didn't vary. Adonis wasn't
growing in his lust or horniness. The fucking wasn't more urgent and Nate
didn't care. He knew at some level, neither of them would orgasm. But for
this moment, he was warm and full and happy. Content.  Happy to be alive.

	Sometime later he found himself, naked, outside the clearing,
watching them: Mattie and Karl and Grandpa now.The boy and the man moved
off and Mattie was left behind. Nate walked toward him as Mattie sat on the
platform, crosslegged, also naked.

	"I will get to see you sometimes, right?" Mattie asked.  "Like Liam
did. Sometimes?"

	Nate nodded.  "Of course. Like Liam did"

	"You're not leaving all together.  Back to mama Ruth or to the
men's camp? Not home?"

	"I think Mama Ruth's. I don't know after that"

	Mattie nodded.  He got up and walked over and hugged Nate. "I will
miss you"

	"Me too.  I owe you a lot.  Thanks for bringing me here.  I
probably ought to go tell Grandpa, if he's not too excited about Karl being
here."

	"It's okay.  He knows. There really aren't many secrets here.  And
he's not into goodbyes"

	Nate nodded.  There was nothing more to say.  He had desired and
lusted after Mattie in the worst way.  He had followed him out here because
of his desire. But Mattie was a creature of the forest and Nate knew his
time was done. He pulled on some clothes and grabbed his meagre belongings
and headed out. As he headed down the path out to the clay bank and the
railroad track, just another slash pine forest on the edge of a swamp,
Spanish moss dripping from the cypress trees to complete the gothic
look. This forest was unremarkable, no different from any other, except for
the magic. Jt had to be.  He had met God and the Devil here, sitting on a
creek bank, only to find that God was bitter and angry and the Devil golden
haired and a lover like none other.

	Mama Ruth was sitting on the porch, drinking a glass of sweet tea
as Nate approached.

	"You back?"

	"Yes ma'am."

	"Wiser?"

	"I think so. I was wondering if I could stay here, with y'all"

	"For a while?"  she asked, a bit playfully.

	"From now one" Nate answered. "For a while"

	"You can take Karl's bed. He don't need it.  But, not from now on.
You and the boys can work on getting a little cabin built for you, maybe
over on this side of the garden. How about that?"

	"Thanks.  I will work for it, of course.  Contribute"

	"You'll go to school. Like the rest of them.  You'll work too.
Everybody does. But we got plenty enough to share and I reckon you're one
of us now, if you learned what you were supposed to learn out there"

	Nate nodded. "I think so"

	"And that was?"

	He smiled.  "I learned that an old man can be a young girl and I'm
not sure that he wasn't a young boy too and I think out there it is one at
a time. Right now, it's Karl's turn.  I learned that there is magic in the
world.  I learned that just like God and Yahweh and Allah are just
different aspects of the same thing, that Satan and Lucifer and the Great
Horned God are all the same thing too. And he is beautiful. And I I learned
that God isn't good and the Devil isn't bad. And I learned how to just be
me and be happy."

	Mama Ruth nodded.  "Good enough"

	"And I want you to teach me the magic you know"

	She looked at him.  "I'll teach you what I want you to know"

	"That's fair"

	She took him upstairs to the boys room. The house was an ancient
plantation plain style house: four rooms on the bottom floor and four on
the top.  The boys room was crammed and messy.  It smelled of old socks and
sweat and late night jerk off sessions.  There were two bunk beds and a
single and Karl had vacated one of the top bunks. He only needed one drawer
of the chest and not even all of that for his meagre possessions.  As it
was he had no money and no real prospects of getting money but there was
roof and food and probably some hand me down clothes.  It could be worse.
Mama Ruth, though, insisted that what few clothes he had would have to be
washed, which they hadn't been except here and there for months.

	Ian was the first up the stairs and came up short as he entered the
room.

	"So you're the new Karl"

	"I guess" Nate answered. Ian looked uncomfortable with his presence
and even put out.  "Mama Ruth said I could stay here for a while.  I'm
going to work on building a little cabin so it won't be forever"

	Ian was silent for a long minute, just looking at him.  Nate
couldn't gauge the source of his anger.  He didn't think he deserved it
though. There were three others living there anyway and he was no worse off
trading Karl for him, except maybe in losing some expectation.

	"So you're done out there?"  Ian finally said

	"Yeah.  It was time"

	"Not Mattie's butt buddy anymore?"

	"i don't guess" Nate said. "I'll always remember him though"

	Ian was silent.  The silence drifted on and Nate was uncomfortable
with it.  Finally, he looked up.

	"There is a family out there. Nobody believes me.  A man and a
woman and three kids"

	Nate perked up.  "Yeah, there is"

	It was like the weight of the world lifted off of Ian's shoulders.
"You know who they are, right?  You met them? Talked?"

	"Just with Adonis mostly"

	"Good" Ian said, visibly relieved.  "I'm glad it was you"