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BS: (Another Classic Gem) In Search of Shangri-La

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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangri-La
From: katlaughing
Date: 16 Aug 04 - 11:12 AM

Another nostalgic refresh...enjoy!


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Peter T.
Date: 20 May 01 - 11:14 AM

And moved here!


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: katlaughing
Date: 20 May 01 - 12:01 AM

Slipping into a deep state of sleep, Dearly Beloved left her tired body behind and traveled to Other Realms. At first it was pleasant, as when she trained to astral travel with Her Respected Teacher, Gungzin, but gradually she noticed a change in her surroundings. Instead of the light and calm effect of floating above her body, surveying all of that below her, she was propelled to another Plane.

Dark shadows hid each corner as she ran down a long and twisted corridor. It opened up into a huge cavern inky black save for one small flame which flickered.

Hello?! she cried. Master, are you there?

She could hear water lapping at her feet. She knelt down and felt it with her hand. It was warm and sticky. Grabbing a small stone by her foot, she tossed it into the water, wondering at its depth and expanse. The splash of it was swallowed quickly. Dipping her hand once more, she brought her fingers up to her lips and tasted the "water."

Ugh! Why, it tastes like a scratch when I suck the drop of blood away! Oh, Master, help me, please!

As she felt her way along the wall behind her, just edging the lake of blood, small rustling sounds echoed from behind and across the wide cavern. Heading towards the light, she willed herself to be calm and began intoning Guru Padmasambhava's mantra to dispel all negativities from her mind,

OM HA HUNG VAJRA GURU PADME SIDDHI HUM.

As she chanted, the light grew a little stronger.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Naemanson
Date: 19 May 01 - 11:05 PM

The sherpas were laughing. They were too damn happy. Ezra was grouchy. He was halfway up into the biggest damn mountains he had ever seen, the sun wasn't up yet, and there was no coffee.

He hadn't wanted to believe that these people were doing so much to help him and Liza get into the mountains. He searched for the suspicion that they might want to do harm but it wouldn't come to him. There was an innocence about them that left him puzzled and secure. These were hard working men and women and they were in their place in the world.

And he wasn't in his place.

Liza came out of the tent and hugged him in a silent "Good Morning". He grunted at her. "What are you so happy about?"

"All of it!" She grinned. "The mountains, the snow, the fresh air… all of it!"

"Yeah, no coffee, it's cold, and all there is to eat is some leftover yak meat." It was hard to stay grumpy when Liza was so happy but he was damn sure determined to do it.

And then the sun came up. The light, pink and soft, hit the peaks behind them and turned the dark forms to living flame. Even the sherpas sat silent and watched the light creep down the flanks of the mountains. The silence was everywhere and nowhere. Ezra thought he could hear the rustle of the light sliding on the snow.

The sherpas watched the dawn and then with a nod, as if to say they were satisfied with how the day had begun, they turned to break camp.

Ezra thought he knew cold. He had lived on the coast of Maine all his life. He had seen days where the ocean froze clear across the bay. He had seen the sea smoke and worked with ice dripping from his mittens.

But this was different. This was cold with a vengeance. This cold robbed him of his already short breath and left him weak. As he struggled along behind the sherpas he realized that he was so cold he couldn't even break a sweat.

And the thin air in the mountains left him gasping for air. The sherpas knew of his difficulty and had had not loaded him or liza with much to carry.

And they climbed. This was a trading journey or they were carrying in supplies or something. When Mr. Po introduced them to Bobby (his name was Babba-something or other) he had explained that the old man had said they were to take these people to Shan Greel La. To Ezra's surprise Bobby had immediately conceded, undertaking to outfit them with clothing and equipment. He had refused payment (to Ezra's relief). Unfortunately none of the sherpas spoke any English and Mr. Po, once the deal was settled, had wished them well and gone on his way.

And so they climbed….


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Naemanson
Date: 19 May 01 - 10:41 PM

Ezra stood in the crowd and considered his surroundings. It had been a long trip to this point. In the distance were some of the biggest mountains he had ever seen in his life. The people around him swirled in a mixture of bright colors, strange languages, unusual luggage and bright smiles. "Friendliest damn country I've ever seen!" he thought to himself.

He hefted his suitcase and turned to see Liza talking with an old man. The man looked vaguely familiar. Ezra was startled from his musings when the old man turned and addressed him. "And what do you seek, Mr. Coffin."

"Damn!" he thought, almost startled into a verbal exclamation. "How…" he started to ask when Liza interrupted him. It's Mister Po, Daddy. He was with us on the ship." She smiled, a dazzling happy smile that convinced him this trip had been the right thing to do.

Ezra felt the stirrings of suspicion as he studied the old man before him. "What do you want, Mister Po!" he asked, a hint of steel in his voice.

"The same as you, Mr. Coffin." Mr. Po showed no hint of resentment at his tone. "Enlightenment." Po had a soft voice with a strong accent. His face was wrinkled up like an apple doll and he was missing a few teeth. Those that remained were stained and brown. Yet, there was a indefinable quality of security and satisfaction about him that relaxed Ezra's suspicion.

Mr. Po introduced them to the city. He acted as a kind and gracious host though they could not tell if he lived anywhere in the city. Each morning he greeted them as they left the hotel and showed them the sights. He introduced them to a people who seemed to take live in stride. People for whom life could have been a burden but who worked through it and bore it with a stubborn serenity.

Ezra came to like these people for they reminded him of life on the island. Life was hard there too and had few luxuries. Yet it was good and if you worked hard you could be sure of a relative happiness. He watched Liza as the city stole her heart and knew that the trip had been a good idea.

One day Mr. Po introduced them to a very old a wizened man. He sat at a street corner with his begging bowl before him.

"This is Li Chen," Mr. Po whispered. "He is a very wise and knowledgeable monk." It was obvious that Mr. Po was very impressed with the old man. Ezra and Liza squatted next to him to talk but before they could speak the old man reached out to Liza's auburn hair.

"You are a seeker." The old man's voice was soft and lisped around missing teeth. "You should leave this place and go there." He pointed to the great mountains that formed the horizon. "It is there you will find what you seek."

"That's all very well, Mr. Li, but Liza is going nowhere. In a few days we will be returning to where we came from."

Li Chen studied Ezra for a few minutes. "You are not a seeker. You're daughter is. You have found your truth but do not yet recognize it. She seeks her truth and will find it there." This one," He indicated Mr. Po, "He has done you a great service but he cannot guide you to the Center Of The World." He spoke rapidly to Mr. Po in what Ezra was coming to call Not-English. He had not yet been able to distinguish between the various dialects of Hindi, Chinese, and Tibetan swirling around him. It had astonished him to see how quickly Liza picked up the tongue.

The old man finished with Mr. Po and turned back to them. "Mr. Po will introduce you to a sherpa who will guide you to the high lama. When you get there your answers will be waiting."

At that the old man settled back against the wall and brushed a fly away from his cheek. They could elicit no other response from him.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: CarolC
Date: 19 May 01 - 10:03 PM

(thanks, kat/katlaughing)


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: JenEllen
Date: 19 May 01 - 08:18 PM

"Paix? Dans ma tête?" she thought to herself. This snowleopard must have frozen his senses in the cold, non?

She gave a quick backward glance to Curioso, waiting below, and turned to see the ice axe leaving Tirseng's hands. She grabbed at the axe, her heart stopping for the second it took her to fumble, then latch onto the line.

"There, little lizard!" Tirseng shouted "Now, Curioso, we get to see a lizard fly!" He laughed from his perch on the shelf. Annette held to the thought that she would surely die. She looked back again to Curioso, and he gave her a wink. As she looked back towards Tirseng, she saw him giving her a mockingly comical wink of his own.

A tug came at the rope behind her, and her thoughts returned to Curioso, who called up to her, "Just like falling in love, chere. Go out to the edge, then push yourself out, and trust yourself to land."
"Oui," she thought, "Just like l'amour. Ending up a greasy spot at the bottom of this cliff.. Bon chance."

She kissed her hand and put it to the stone wall, in the off chance that this was au revior, and then she pushed away. She held her breath throughout the swing, and felt a rush of gratitude when Tirseng's hand grasped the back of her parka and pulled her to the shelf. Shaking like a leaf, she stumbled to right herself. Graceful? Non. Alive? Oui!! Laughing, she hugged Tirseng, and the two turned to await Curioso.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 19 May 01 - 07:43 PM

Tirseng made his way methodically up the granite until the way above was blocked by a massive overhang. He glanced to the right, both hands and feet wedged in the vertical crack. There was the faded, frayed 30 foot length of cord that he had left there 12 years ago, affixed to a rusty piton. By grabbing the fixed line and swinging pendulum fashion, the escape from under the overhang could be executed, reaching another shelf some 40 feet to his right. But first, he had to grab the line. He took a second free piece of cord from his pack, climbed several feet higher on what appeared to be perfectly smooth and flawless rock, and placing the cord end between his teeth, freed his ice axe and began tapping at a small fissure in the stone. He found a piton and tapped it home, then securing the cord in it.

"Belay me, Curioso," he said, looking down the face at his friend, and Curioso took a wrap in the rope and nodded, saying "Annette, make sure the piton by you is strong. Put your weight on it." Trembling, she leaned backward from the piton, watching the cord snap taut. It held. Above, the Snowleopard grinned and lunged away from the rock and to his left. The rope tightened, then swung him over to the old rope, which he grasped in his right hand, then back to his original perch. "Tres bon!" shouted Curioso. Tirseng released the temporary rope, and gave the end of the old one a wrap around his waist."I will need about 50 feet of slack, Curioso, "he said."I will tie this old rope in a loop around my stomach, then jump hard out and left. I will swing over there to where the shelf is. Do you see it?" Annette was feeling queasy, but she nodded. "When I reach it, I will swing past it a little and then drop back to it. Then I will tie my ax to the bottom and swing it back to Annette. Annette.."

"Yes, Tirseng"

"You must catch the rope when I swing it, otherwise it would be very bad."

"I understand."

"Now climb up to me Annette, just below."

Her mouth dry, she did as instructed, Curioso climbing to her spot. Tirseng was smiling down at her."You will do exactly as I do, little lizard. Make peace in your head."

And he pushed out, swinging in a wide arc, the rope stretching, brushing the stone at a high point half-way over so that Tirseng had to take several steps against the face, then he reached the outermost boundary of the arc, and he was on the shelf. He tapped in a piton and tied the safety rope to it."Are you ready, Annette?" He called, and he swung the rope across, the ice ax striking stone with a sharp metal note, then spinning toward her.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: JenEllen
Date: 19 May 01 - 07:08 PM

"Un lézard, eh? I feel more like une mouche!" Annette laughed as she finally threw her leg over the top of the rise. She scrambled to set herself beside Tirseng as Curioso finished the climb.
"Tirseng, " she said, while still trying to regain her breath, "How did you know where to find us?"
"Ah," said the little man, "It was not difficult. When you left following the lights, I followed you. When the lights in the sky stopped, there was still the glow of your 'khong khro 'bar ba' to light my way...dear lady, remind me to never make you angry!" He sat smiling at her.
"Then you saw Yamada as well..." her voice trailed off softly into the growing light of morning.
He nodded, staring off into sunrise with her.

Curioso completed the climb, and after helping Tirseng gather the rest of the ropes, he sat beside Annette on the cliff's edge. He gently brushed the errant hairs away from her face before draping his arm around her shoulders. Tirseng sat, not far away, intently winding the ropes and being careful not to pay any attention to what was going on.
"Tirseng spoke of Yamada, " he started. He felt her tense beneath his touch.
"Yamada will not be a problem any longer." she tersely answered.
"Chérie femme," he asked "que s'est produit??"

Annette gave a deep shuddering sigh before she continued. "I left the cavern, following your footprints in the snow. Yamada was waiting. He followed me. I was so worried, chere, that I didn't even notice him. All of the howling in the sky, I didn't hear him..."
Curioso leaned back and gazed at her, "You killed him?"
"Aucun mon aimé, much worse than that." Her eyes filled up with tears. "He caught up with me, at that shallow ravine where you slid?" Curioso nodded. "Yes, I slid down it too. While I was trying to regain my feet, I look up, and there he is. He had a sword drawn to me, chere. I could not reach the rifle, I could not run.

He told me what your brother had given him, the omiyage. Opening of the doors that should not be opened. In return, all of his work at the university was to go to Dominic first. Yamada thought that that would be his o kaeshi, but Dominic had une autre idée. Your brother told him to kill me, chere. The repayment of that debt was to be my blood, merveilleux, non? Your brother wins on all counts. He gets the plans, takes me from you, and destroys you as well."

"What happened, Nets. What did you do?" Curioso asked again, as she paused and stared coldly at the mountains.
"I did nothing. I sat, I listened. This lunatic man with eyes like piss-holes in the snow is waving a sword at me and telling me to sit? I sit." she answered angrily. "He told me of your brother's world, chere. There are no souls there, everyone lives to do the bidding of the BlackOne. That there were others like him, maybe not so strong, but out there all the same. The world is changing.....He knelt in front of me, and I was sure that c'était la fin....but he turned the sword on himself. While his blood was pouring onto the snow, I scratched my way up the far side of the ravine, and I ran. You know, chere, that his eyes? they didn't change. There was less life in them alive than dead."

Curioso turned her face to his and gently kissed her. "You know," he started, "You may be the le lézard des montagnes, but I don't think even you could have helped him..."
"But.." she stammered, "I didn't even try.."
"There is always the next incarnation, chere. He'll have the chance to redeem himself, let's just hope that he does."

The two sat for a few moments more in silence before Tirseng loudly cleared his throat and told them it was time to go.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: katlaughing
Date: 19 May 01 - 06:45 PM

(Beautiful, Carol! Love that phrase a wistful smile that was but a ripple upon the surface of a deep well of understanding)


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: CarolC
Date: 19 May 01 - 06:29 PM

A tall finger of rock jutted up from the side of the white mountain. On top of it stood a man and a woman. Cloaked in a mantle of shimmering light, their etherial presence was barely distinguishable from that of the mountain itself. They watched the conflict unfolding on the ledge of the far mountain.

"This world of opposites is a place of great beauty and of great horror." The man looked at the woman with a wistful smile that was but a ripple upon the surface of a deep well of understanding.

The pair watched until the light grew dim. As the woman turned her gaze away from the view, a single tear fell from her eye. And where it fell, a flower appeared, growing out of the very rock itself. And it gave off a beautiful scent that was new to the world, and yet very, very old.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: katlaughing
Date: 19 May 01 - 04:51 PM

The large creature had returned. Motioning to Gungzin Dharmalazu to hurry, it turned and started out at a fast pace, up the valley, straight into the storm.

Do not worry, my child. Rek-shin has been sent to help us reach the Centre of the World. All Forces converge there now. We must follow and hurry! Come, Dearly Beloved!

Dearly followed as fast as she could, watching where she placed each step. Suddenly they heard a huge roar and saw large boulders bouncing down from so high up they could only see a slip of the sky. Immediately after they heard a faint "pop-pop." The sky roiled with turmoil, greenish-yellow lightening struck trees, setting them on fire, splitting them down the middle. The grass, tinder-dry around them, caught fire. Picking up their pace, now, running and dodging bolts of white-hot fire, they followed on, Rek-shin, the Giant leading the way.

Ahead was all smoke, illuminated only by flashes of sickenly coloured light. Rek-shin twisted, suddenly, and went down.

Oh no! Rek-shin!

Dearly ran to his side with Gungzin reaching him a moment before. The beautiful and gentle giant was hit, his fur scorched with raw flesh showing on his side. Closing his eyes and groaning with pain and anger, he motioned them to go on. They were not far from some of the tumbled rocks at the base of the cliffs.

Dearly yelled at Gungzin Let's get him over by those rocks. We have to help him!

Tugging and praying with all their will, they huffed and pulled, until finally Rek-shin was propped against a large boulder giving scant protection from the battle raging above.

Gungzin motioned to Dearly to sit in lotus and focus with him. He lightly placed his open hand above Rek-shin's wound. White light formed a swirl around them, entered the tops of their heads and ran through Gungzin's arm into the wound. Breathing deeply and letting it out slowly, in a syncopation of healing, Dearly and Gungzin "cleared" the wound of evil's stain, filling it with a purple glow of Light. Chanting all the while, in unison they then "knit" the large gash shut with their concentrated energy. The Sworl of Light above them quivered slightly, then Rek-shin, feeling some respite, added a feeble thread of energy and the globe held steady.

So mote it be Dearly Beloved muttered under her breath, as she and Gungzin broke their concentration.
We must rest, dear one, you have done well in helping. Most Honourable Rek-shin, we are humbly grateful to you for your assistance. We will rest here, with you, then travel along, as soon as you are able to move.

With that, Gungzin reached into his long sleeves, pulled out a skinbag of water and some dried berries and hard bread. He offered equal amounts to Dearly and Rek-shin, taking only a small amount for himself.

While Gungzin maintained the globe of protective energy, Rek-shin sighed and closed his eyes with a grimace. Dearly beloved felt very comfortable with him and snuggled up next to him. Weary and worn, she realised she was once again falling asleep among the Chaos of the World.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 19 May 01 - 03:51 PM

Tirseng tapped each piton as he reached it, making sure the metal was still solid before clipping in the climbing rope. He looked up to see a shelf about sixteen feet above him and called down "need ten more feet of rope!" Annette, in the middle, let the line slide through her hitch as Curioso fed more out. She was tense against the rock, as might be expected of a novice climber, but she grinned up to Tirseng. "You are like a lizard, Annette" Tirseng said, and Curioso laughed, saying "and I've got her by the tail!"

The sky was deep blue, although stars still peppered it. Tirseng said a prayer to the Buddha, in thanks for the cloudless sky. He reached the shelf, sitting with his legs dangling over, and said "come up, little lizard." He wrapped the rope around his forearm and gazed out over the valley, and suddenly felt the eagle-spirit of climbing joy come into his chest. Softly, he sang.

The mountains give us life
Until we come to them we are not born
When leaving them we fall again to sleep
I praise you Kanchenchunga
Hold me close as I hold thee


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Caitrin
Date: 19 May 01 - 03:48 PM

"They come." Mara whispered, her eyes flying open. They had held off the Dark One, for now. Annette and Curiouso had struck a mighty blow, but the fight was not yet over. Mara could still see the twisted sky, lightning breaking across the dark, the stars spun in mad spirals. The clouds flashed white in the deadly storm, signalling Mara that the evil which threatened her land was not yet defeated.
Mara stood, straightening her red and gold wrapped skirt. She would go to greet the new arrivals; the others would soon follow.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Little Hawk
Date: 19 May 01 - 03:02 PM

Wow! Pretty dramatic stuff.

- LH


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 19 May 01 - 02:52 PM

Tirseng felt his way along the path until he heard the gunshot, then two more. Now he hurried, taking from the scabbard a thin long-bladed knife, one his Father and his Grandfather had had before him. He would die with it in his hand. When he turned the last corner, he beheld Curioso and Annette standing there and was at first amazed, then overjoyed. Smiling, he dealt his thumb a small cut with the blade, smearing the blood along the metal edge, then plunging it in the snow, and finally into the scabbard again. "You have beaten him. I might have wagered against that," Tirseng said. "Have you seen the hounds?" he then stated cryptically, and motioned the pair to stand by him. Far below, as the first rays of Sun crept onto the peaks around them, a group of armed figures were following their track across the Khumba Snowfield. "They are Siping, he said, using the Sherpa slang for Chinese. "We will continue to the Wheel's Center. But first we must bury the trail. I know another way."

The three climbed above the trail, and began to dislodge boulders to tumble down. At last, Tirseng started a scree-slide that entirely obscured the trail. "Now, quickly," he said, and began to lope across the ridge. At the base of the sheer face, obscured by a chimney of granite, a vertical crack ascended the peak. Ancient rusted pitons and remnants of rope adorned the crack. "Rope up, " said Tirseng. He smiled at the pair. "Don't worry, I've been up here before. Of course, all this hardware was new then. " They started up the precipice.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Peter T.
Date: 19 May 01 - 09:47 AM

The sky twisted inside out, stars warping like melting diamonds flung off a black blanket, and the air howled, crackled like the wanton burning of time. Curioso kept running, dodging boulders, leaping cracks, heading towards the rift they had been struggling towards all day. Somewhere behind him, around him, gaining, somewhere, his brother followed, with the unleashed pack of hell.
There was a break in the starfalling ahead, and he saw the break in the wall of rock. Again the sky whined, and he hurtled on, come on, come on, brother, come on. Howls of rage began to fill his mind, he was closer now, he could feel the white anger rising in him. He felt himself losing control, and at that instant he remembered the teaching of his beloved master, and he grappled to his lifeline, his breathing, his thread through the darkness. His body shrieked at him, his breathing came thick and fast, and it was not like sitting in placid meditation, but he persevered, and had a moment of respite. And then a great red wave hit him, and knocked him down.
"Hello brother," said Dominic. The voice was ahead of him, at the opening through the wall.
"I'm here. It is time." said Curioso grimly.
"Oh, brother," said Dominic, "you are so naive. Do you think a murderer like you, a man with blood on his hands, can do this? "
"No," said Curioso," No. I have no expectation. I have come here to be killed, to break into your world."
"You were always an idiot. Do you think that I care? Do you have any idea where I am getting all this power from? You aren't anything."
"I know. I know that you are an anger-sucking beast, that the world is descending into war, that you bathe in the pure bliss of the marching of armies, of the eradication of beings, and that I have been a part of that. But there are things you are blind to. You did not get through all the worlds of power. There are other worlds of power."
There was a thickening in the darkness ahead. Dominic was coming to roost.
"But not now," gloated Dominic, " not now."
"Always," replied Curioso, "Always. You know nothing of powerlessness. I cannot fight you on spiritual terrain, because I have failed, but I can try what I can try here." And he hurled himself on his brother's wraithlike form. The touch stung like grappling an electric eel, and he was shrugged off forward into the snow. His hands burned. Dominic laughed.
"What was the point of that, baby brother?"
"This," yelled Curioso, tumbled ahead, got to his feet, and raced for the cleft in the wall ahead. Dominic howled, and came after him.
There was a tight labyrinth for a few feet, and then Curioso broke out. In his pain, even he staggered and slowed. For ahead lay the Sacred White Mountain. They had come into the realm of Shangri La, of Mount Meru. It was so gigantic, that the star and moonlight glimmering off it illuminated the vast ridges and valleys below, descending seemingly forever until they reached the valley floor below. Curioso found himself on an infinitesimal ledge along the opposite ridge wall, and after the initial horrible realization that he had done exactly what Dominic had wished, he had no choice but to move as fast as he could away along the ledge. Behind him, his brother now appeared, who he could just see in the mountain glow. Where this ledge went, and how long it went, he did not know, but he had no choice. It curved and undulated, and the two brothers inched their way along the face. On the other side, the Sacred White Mountain watched dispassionately as the tiny dots moved through the night.
Finally the ledge widened out onto a shelf, enough room for a stand. Curioso stopped, and caught his breath. He was helpless. His brother was physically stronger than he was, and he was blocked against using spiritual weapons because of his great sin. And he could not bring himself to kill his brother. His rifle remained on his shoulder. He could only die. The ghostly form of his brother arrived.
"Thank you, baby brother. You have been a great help to me. I would not have found it without you."
"What do you intend to do now, Dominic?"
"You see that mountain? It is a vast unknown form of radiation. It is what keeps the people here young, warms the region, lights up the night. It is not sacred: it is like me: it is whitehot, pure radiation, condensed anger. It will make weapons, wield destruction, blast everything. I will use it to destroy this whole country, first, and then whatever else takes my fancy!!"
"It will not work, Dominic."
"Oh, no? You should ask that woman about it. She knows. She is on track to build the bomb, she and her friends, those wise, oh so peaceful, Nobel prize winners and bomb builders. It is coming, baby brother, it is coming. I can feel it!"
"Well," Curioso said, "You will have to kill me first. "
"Nothing would give me greater pleasure."
"May I have a moment to pray?"
"What right have you to pray, murderer?"
"I am not praying for myself. I am praying for someone I love. And for all beings. But especially for someone."
"You should pray for her, baby brother. Yamada will deal with her, the way he dealt with her before. Then maybe I will, oh, who knows, come in and mop up afterwards. "
"I am not praying for her. Love is prayer, always, daily, endlessly, you cannot know. No, I am praying for the soul of my lost Geshe, that in the next life I may atone to him for what I have done." And the tears came into his eyes.
There was a bitter cry from the darkness opposite. "Baby brother, you are such a fool. Do you really think that it was you who murdered that monster? That you can take credit for it? It was a game I have played with you. I deluded you, drugged you with that idea, on that awful night when he and I fought for my soul, and I won and he lost. You were nothing, you were my pawn, I did it. I did it. I did it. I did it all!!"
"That is all he really needed to know, espece de cochon. I am not your damned brother, and not your damned sister either, Grace de Dieu." Annette's dark figure stood behind Dominic on the edge of the perilous shelf, with the rifle pointed at him. She shot three times, bursts of light in the darkness, and Dominic staggered forward. He fell across the abyss, clutched the crumbling edge of rock, and then fell forever.
There was a moment of silence. The two figures came together, and embraced.
"You know, a little extra prayer for me would have been nice." Annette said at last.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: JenEllen
Date: 18 May 01 - 04:40 PM

In her sleep, the dreams had been of the whale. She was seven years old, and the family had gone to the shore for holiday. As she had come over the dunes, there it lay, bloated and decaying. The seagulls swarmed over the feast in a living shroud. As she continued to dream, the carcass became smaller and smaller, the gulls larger, until their cries came in an unending howl. She tried to run, but the sand seemed to hold her feet. Louder and louder, until she woke.

In those first scant seconds of comprehension, she realized she was not at the shore, but in a cave. Tirseng sat solidly awake by the firecan. Curioso? The screaming of the gulls came thought the cavern door. Annette crawled to where Tirseng sat.
"What the hell is going on? Where is Curioso?" The solemn sherpa told her of Curioso's flight into the dark. The anger rose in her again, as if she were seven, madly running the beach to chase the gulls away from the fallen one.

She knelt, taking Tirseng's rifle and the few cartridges he carried in his pack. All the while, trying to remain calm in the face of this dear little man. She told him her plans, and left him repeating his oath to break Yamada into tiny pieces, should the opportunity arise. She stood and ran out of the cavern. The moon was hidden among the dancing lights in the sky, but she could faintly make the trail of scuff marks on the icy ground. He was running...the cuts were deep and far apart...she slung the rifle over her shoulder and followed them.

The cold wind, and her tired muscles, made her want to cry out in agony, but she would not cry. Her beloved, her love. Love? The way the English spoke it, Luff. Just as the sailors claimed, a spot where the wind refused to fill your sails. Is this the wonderment of which they spoke with such reverence?? These thoughts fueling her legs, she ran.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Matt_R
Date: 18 May 01 - 10:10 AM

I think I'm goin to Katmandu
I think it's really where I'm going to
Hey if I ever get out of here
That's what I'm gonna do

K-k-k-k-k-k-Katmandu
I think it's really where I'm going to
Hey if I ever get out of here
I'm goin to Katmandu

I got no kick against the West Coast
Warner Brothers are such good hosts
I raise my whiskey glass, and give 'em a toast
I'm sure they know it's true

I got no rap against the Southern states
Every time I've been there it's been great
But now I'm leavin' and I can't be late
And to myself be true

That's why I'm goin to Katmandu
Up to the mountains where I'm going to

I ain't got nothin' against the East coast
You want some people well they got the most
New York City's like a friendly old ghost
You seem to cruise right through

I know I'm gonna miss the USA
I guess I'll miss it every single day
But no one loves me here anyway
I know my plane is due...

The one that's goin to Katmandu !

I think I'm goin to Katmandu
I think it's really where I'm going to
Hey if I ever get out of here
That's what I'm gonna do

K-k-k-k-k-k-Katmandu
I think it's really where I'm going to
Hey if I ever get out of here
I'm goin to Katmandu



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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Peter T.
Date: 18 May 01 - 09:49 AM

Later, when the other two slept, Curioso sat towards the front of the cave, rifle in hand, watching the rippling white curtain of snow, angry and demented in storm. Annette's cry of panic upon awakening had struck something in him, and he sat and watched and thought. And then it came to him, and he realized that he was carrying her and Tirseng and Shangri-La down to their doom. The Black Master was using him as the magnet to lead the darkness to the still centre. They had been up the mountain together, and were still tied together -- one pressed up against the sheer cliff, the other far down in the abyss, pulling him down by the weight of his evil. There was no choice.

He stood up. It was a terrible gamble. How could he know whether as soon as he left them, Yamada might somehow come again? But Tirseng, Annette, they could cope with Yamada, maybe. No one could cope with the howling whiteness except -- well, he could grapple with him, Jacob and his brother angel, and at least try to end it all.

He went over to where Annette lay, lovely in sleep. He always seemed to be watching her, asleep. Maybe it was easier that way. He bent over and lightly kissed her hair: "Beloved," he whispered, "I'll be back", and then went over to Tirseng, and covered his mouth, and woke him.
Tirseng started, and Curioso pointed to the cave mouth.
"I'm going to him, Tirseng. We can't go on like this."
Tirseng shook his head. But Curioso nodded yes. Tirseng shrugged his shoulders, and they briefly embraced. Then Curioso walked out through the curtain into the storm.
And there was no storm. Beyond the curtain of white there was only the blackblue of night, gleaming blackblue ice everywhere, and the clear stars. Curioso spun around, but the curtain had gone, and the cave entrance was black. He began to run across the ice field. The air crackled with cold. He ran for an hour in silence and then stopped. His eyes scanned the horizon. In daytime it was hard enough: the Black Master could cloak himself in white, and the only part he ironically could not control was his lack of shadow, so one looked for a white anomaly. In night, there was nothing. And at that moment, above, the sky suddenly exploded in fury, vast curtains of aurora borealis howling and swooping across the Tibetan plateau. Curioso nearly fell backward against the sweep of colour and the whine, but kept moving. Follow me, you bastard, he whispered, follow me, follow me. We are going to die together, brother of mine." And the night howled.
When the first howling began, Annette awoke. "What the hell is going on?" she cried," Where is Curioso?"
Tirseng shouted back: "He has gone to fight his brother alone, out there."
Annette got up and went over to him. "Give me your gun. I'm going after them."
Tirseng replied: "No, it is what he has to do."
Annette looked at him and spoke in a slow voice: "This is not a boy's comic book. This is not the strong silent man going out into the snow for his friends. That is merde. Give me that gun. I am going to deal with that Black Master. Then I am going to deal with that primadonna Curioso playing games with the woman in his life. And then I am going to come back and deal with you. Comprienne?"
He handed her the gun. She thanked him politely, told him to kill Yamada with his bare hands if he got the chance, and then raced off into the night.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: katlaughing
Date: 18 May 01 - 09:48 AM

(LOL@Matt...the pipal tree, indeed!*bg* No problem, Carol, appreciate it. I am just making it up as I go along, the Shangra-La part, esp., so if you feel like jumping back in when we get there, please do.)


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Matt_R
Date: 18 May 01 - 09:44 AM

Don't sit under the Pipal tree
With anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
Anyone else but me...


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: CarolC
Date: 18 May 01 - 02:02 AM

(Thanks kat/katlaughing. I feel like I'm a bit out of my depth here. I don't know anything about Tibet or about Buddism. I could work with Liza if Naemanson feeds me the necessary info, but I'll leave that up to him.)


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: katlaughing
Date: 18 May 01 - 01:52 AM

(But Carol, Liza has come along, too? You've been doing a great job with both of them!)


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: JenEllen
Date: 18 May 01 - 12:54 AM

The storm raged on, surrounding the three in cacophanous white. Curioso used a length of the line to tie them all together, and they walked. Annette had pulled the hood of her parka closed over her face, and followed blindly. Wherever they went now, they went together. Either to safety, or to death. Each time the rope pulled around her waist, she stepped. Tirseng hung slack between them, and whatever life she had left in her, she put in Curioso's hands. There was no where else to go.

She could no longer feel the legs she commanded, and the total lack of sight or sound that wasn't storm...naturellement....the deprivation was slowly lending itself to the madness. The same childhood song crept back into her head over and over again;
For the thirteenth donut in the bakers dozen
To give it to your pretty little cousin
Pull on the baker's sleeve and say
"Sil vous plait, monsieur, lagniappe"
Down in le petite carre
All you got to say is lagniappe
When you want just a little bit more
Than you have bargained for
She fought it with everything she possessed...je me rappelle...every colour of the rainbow?...every country in the world?..take your mind out of the song ma chere and leave it in the cold and white....

She would not have noticed them reaching the cavern at the base of the Pyanapa, except for that the fierce wind had stopped, and her forward momentum carried her to the ground. Her last thought before losing consciousness was that she was sure that this was death, "Je suis mort et suis allé au ciel..."
The open mouth of the cavern behind them was a sheet of solid white, almost liquid, and most certainly alive in it's anger.

When she awoke, Annette found herself sitting braced against the wall of the cavern. Ah, la douleur!! The bruised bones, aching muscles, and frozen skin all howled in harmony with the storm. There was a fire. "Ce n'est pas ciel, ceci est enfer," she thought...and as she opened her eyes she saw the devil himself was moving towards her!...
"Nets...chéri..." the demon crooned...she screamed and scrambled up against the wall, but the demon claws at her shoulder forced her down again.
"Femme! Détendez!"
She hit the ground hard, and when she opened her eyes, there was no spectre, only Curioso kneeling beside her.

"Oh, mon amour, mon dieu...what happened to you?" she stuttered as she pulled his face to hers.
His face was red, the skin around his eyes turning dark, and he grimaced as he gently removed her hands from his cheeks, "The cold, chere...I kept opening my hood, trying to see, but there was nothing. I walked until I felt the wall in front of me, then I dragged my hand along it until I felt this opening."
"And Tirseng?" she asked
"Over there." In a tidy warm bundle of furs lay the sherpa.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: GUEST,Caitrin
Date: 17 May 01 - 07:03 PM

Curses to my computer and it's sketchy connection! I haven't been able to get online for days! On the bright side, though, i did get to see Seven Nations in Raleigh last night. But back to the story...

"Thank you, Rek-shin." Mara whispered across the mountains. She'd sent the beast to look after Dearly Beloved and Gengzhin. They needed all the help they could get, she thought as she looked to the black northern sky. The darkness came closer to her cherished Shangri-la with every passing moment. Thank the Heavens that the light came closer, as well.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: CarolC
Date: 17 May 01 - 06:04 PM

My role as a writer has been to get Naemanson's Maine lobsterman to Tibet. Naemanson is taking over from here. And more power to him, I say. What a novel idea... a Maine lobsterman in Tibet just prior to WWII.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: katlaughing
Date: 17 May 01 - 01:46 PM

Me, too, LeeJ. Keep it up, MattR, yer doin' good! Awright, Liza and her dad made it to the high country!! On their way!!


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Matt_R
Date: 17 May 01 - 01:38 PM

Nutz EJ, you busted me!

Ok, the first three, "Govinda," "Tattva," "Nandana" are songs by the British rock band Kula Shaker who are obsessed with ethnic rock-outs of Hindi prayers. The last one is Indian/British band Cornershop's Hindi version of "Norweigan Wood".

Just adding a little culture...


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 17 May 01 - 01:12 PM

Carol and Kat...I like the idea of the three story lines coming together in Shangri La.

Matt...Norwegian lukri?? Is this some chant of the East Oslo Tibetan Community?


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Matt_R
Date: 17 May 01 - 08:37 AM

Mere korlsi ek rani
Ja, shart me kernar
Orde korlai me
Orne orda kumera dukalis
He nee eh huchae
Norwegian lukri
Orne kyar rela
Tha be ja
Jitte bi teri marji
Me alle dwalle deklar
Kay ohte korsee nee si
Ma duri te be gle
Sume sorcheke
Ordi sharab pyike
Use dar buhjeh tac galla kitia
Fa ome kuy-ar
Sohn da suma horgiar

Orne dusia ke swernu karnte, jandi he
Tha hassna shooru karditha
Me ornu dusia, me nee-jarna
Tha bathe betch solhm cha-leg-lar
Jad me jargian
Me kul-ar se
Eh chirey beergh gey
Fer me aag jug ay see
He nee eh huchee
Norwegian lukri


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: CarolC
Date: 17 May 01 - 05:19 AM

The trip across the ocean was the most amazing thing Liza ever experienced. She loved watching the ship's crew, and she was especially intrigued by all of the different kinds of people who were sharing this experience with her. And of course, she loved the ocean. Liza had never been very far from the ocean. She couldn't imagine what it would be like in Tibet where she would have to travel for days before she could see her beloved ocean again.

"The wind that lives upon the ocean also lives upon the peaks of the highest mountains." Liza started, and spun around to try to find the source of the voice. It was a small, hoarse voice, almost indistinguishable from the sound of the wind passing across the deck where she stood. She saw the hunched over form of an old man wearing frayed robes as he hurried away from her, disappearing into the crowd.

She thought she saw the old man several times on the train as they journeyed through India on their way to Tibet. Each time, she barely caught a glimpse of him before he disappeared. She thought it seemed as though he wanted her to know that he was there, even though he apparently didn't want to talk with her. Liza tried to tell her father about it, but when the words came out, they sounded like nonsense, even to her. She gave up on it. Wonders were piling up, one on top of another, in her growing reservoir of experiences. She would wait to deal with this one until she could not do otherwise.

That opportunity arose as Liza and her father disembarked the train at their destination in Tibet. They stood together on the platform, breathing in the strange smells, and trying to make sense of the strange sounds. Although they didn't realize it, they were taking in the feel of the place. In a simultaneous maneuver, Liza's heart began to race, and her gut tightened into a knot. And then he was there. The wizened little old man with the one good (but wayward) eye. "I can help you," he said. "Things are not always as they seem, but I can help you find the way that lies between the illusions. Come with me."

And with those words, their journey had begun.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: CarolC
Date: 17 May 01 - 04:09 AM

The thunder of the waves crashing in the small rocky cove echoed the thunder crashing in Liza's head. She knew what she had to do, but she was filled with grief over the idea of leaving the island, and especially, over the idea of leaving her father behind. She had taken care of him since her mother died. She was all he had. "How can I do this?" she thought. And, as if in answer to her question, a fish appeared in the shallows of the cove, staring at her with one penetrating eye. Instantly, her mind was back in New York City, her gaze locked into place with that of the old man.

Liza shivered and she tried to shake off the memory. She could not. It lived within her, as real in its way as the rock upon which she sat. Why did it have to boil down to such a terrible choice?

She looked up and saw her father's boat coming in. She ran to meet him on the dock. Liza wanted to give her father an enormous hug. Who could know when she would see him again? Then she saw the traps. Everything after that was a blur, but she was acutely aware of one thing. She heard her father say, "I'm thinking of going with you to this magic land of yours."


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: JenEllen
Date: 16 May 01 - 07:43 PM

Tirseng floated in his dream. As he rested, cradled in warmth, the blue one came to him. Vajrapani rose from the blue diamonds and spoke to him:
Meditate upon me, for my life is virtuous and my mind is free
Like this frozen river
No illusion may exhist around me
I am the shining jewel where no dust may settle
I do not scatter my energies in wasteful forms
Nor do I allow clouds to rest before me
I am clarity and wisdom
I inspire the strong and the noble
Who shun deception and favor truth
For the world is full of lies
And the clear sword of truth is needed
To pierce the darkness....

When he found the strength to open his eyes, he found himself cradled against Curioso's shakti herself. Annette stared intently into his face, as by thought alone willing him to wake. When he finally did, she yelled for Curioso, who was trying to secure lines to take them around the crevasse. The wind had picked up, bringing with it not only the tiny ice crystals that blistered their skin, but a shrill melody that Annette knew too well. She and Curioso were as human crutches on either side of Tirseng when she first heard it. She stiffened, and there it was again, the flute.
Curioso yelled to her through the swirling ice "What is it?"
Annette howled back across Tirseng's head "La lagniappe! The bastard is toying with us!" her panic melted swiftly into anger. The glimpse she caught of Curioso's face between the blasts of snow was tense, "We have to Tirseng out of here!" And into the swirling snow they walked.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 16 May 01 - 04:59 PM

not that good?! Let's just say that Spielberg has been in touch.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Little Hawk
Date: 16 May 01 - 04:27 PM

LEJ - Thanks! I didn't realize it was quite that good. :-)

p.s. Shangri-La story seems to be shaping up nicely, with some pretty impressive writing.

- LH


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 16 May 01 - 04:22 PM

C'mon MATT! Chant us back into focus! For the love of God, man! Chant! Chant as you have never chanted before!!!


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: JenEllen
Date: 16 May 01 - 04:17 PM

Aw, Leej...s'okay.
Just when I thought I'd regained my composure after the Abdominal Stowman, I get "Sorry, We are out of Christians..." Gonna take some time to recover from that, I'm afraid...


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: katlaughing
Date: 16 May 01 - 04:14 PM

No shit, LeeJ! I thought MattR was doing a nice job of background chants, m'self.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 16 May 01 - 04:10 PM

Well...there goes the goddam Pulitzer.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Little Hawk
Date: 16 May 01 - 03:53 PM

Bomba's solitary musings were interrupted by a hideous shriek! The jungle boy sprang to his feet, siezing his trusty knife in clenched fingers and hurled himself through a tangle of vines, creepers, eggplants, and nastertiums...or is that nasturtia? His heart was pounding as he burst into a small clearing. Dopi was in the clutches of a gigantic anaconda! The serpent's glowing eyes glittered wickedly as its coils tightened around the struggling native boy!

"Release Dopi or die!" shouted Bomba.

"What'll you offer me for him?" retorted the anaconda, squeezing harder. Poor Dopi gasped desperately as the coils began crushing the breath out of his little dusky body! This was the 35th time Dopi had been siezed by an Anaconda in the last 5 days, and he was beginning to think it just wasn't worth being Bomba's sidekick any longer.

"I'll give you a chance to escape alive," offered Bomba, glaring back with flashing eyes (swoon, reader, swoon!)!

"Phooey," said the anaconda. "I was expecting at least a year's subscription to Cosmopolitan for my troubles. Well, I guess I'll juat have to eat you too, after I finish with your friend!"

"That does it!" yelled Bomba, and he hurled himself at the dreadful snake, driving his dagger between its baleful eyes! What a struggle! Snake, black boy, and white boy whirled around in a battle to the death, a tornado of flashing teeth, writhing coils, stabbing knife, and struggling limbs!

At last all was still. Too still. The snake was dead. So was Dopi.

Oops.

Bomba had somehow managed to stab Dopi as well as the snake...right through the heart in fact.

"Bomba's aim is still the deadliest in the jungle," he said sadly, as he buried poor Dopi and prepared to roast the anaconda over an open fire.

It wasn't easy being a jungle boy, and sidekicks were getting SO hard to find...

There. That should do it...um...this is the Bomba the Jungle Boy story thread, right?

It isn't???

Oh, dear, I am so terribly sorry!

- LH

p.s. Matt, what are you up to?


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: katlaughing
Date: 16 May 01 - 03:22 PM

(LOL!!!)

Dearly Beloved awoke with a start. It was so warm she'd thrown off her parka and boots. Sunlight filtered down through the canopy of green leaves overhead. She heard a small murmur, a sort of hum. Sitting up, slowly, she glanced around and saw Gungzin Dharmalazu sitting across the glade, intoning the ancient prayers to Budhha.

Quietly making her way to the edge of the woods, she glanced up valley, at the vast region before her, deep, so deep that she could barely make out the tops of the cliffs. A rushing river bore a channel through the valley, mellowing to a wide and lazy flow near the center. But what caught her eye was the sky in the north..it roiled with dark and silent clouds, eerily lit with flashes of sinister lightening. A sickly glow ate up the light which would normally reflect off anything natural in the area. As near as she could tell, all of the trees in the north were stunted, twisted horribly and blackened with decay.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye and much closer to where she and Gungzin were resting, a huge, lumbering white animal bent to take a sip of water from the river. Holding her breath, lest it hear her, she watched as it drank, then sniffed the air, and seemingly looked directly at her. Willing herself not to move, to even breath, she held still. The creature was most odd, standing on two legs like a man, but much bigger than any human she'd ever seen. Also it seemed to be covered in hair. As she watched, it settled its gaze on the praying monk. Giving a slight shake of its head, it carefully reached into a pouch of some sort and carefully laid four small oval objects on the ground, then walked away. Gone in an instant, with no sound. She let her shoulders drop and took in a big gulp of air. Gungzin was walking towards her.

Good morning, my dear one. Would you like some breakfast? I have made yak-butter tea and our friend, he gestured where the creature had been, has left us some treats.

Scarcely believing her eyes, Dearly Beloved followed the monk, then gasped in amazement when she saw the presents the Silent One had left....four beautiful, delicious looking eggs.

Walking back to their camp, Gungzin squatted by the fire, broke the eggs into a pan and began cooking them.

My Most Revered Teacher, may I ask what that was? That creature? It was so huge. I would not want it for an enemy!


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Peter T.
Date: 16 May 01 - 02:22 PM

[We interrupt this story with an announcement: the Black Master and some buddies of his now have their very own web page! here! (Make sure that you click on the images, and check out the weapons descriptions for each of the action figures! A student showed me this this morning)And now, back to our story!]


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Matt_R
Date: 16 May 01 - 08:44 AM

Sri nanda-nandanastakam

Sucaru-vaktra-mandalam sukarna-ratna-kundalam
Sucarcitanga-candanam namami-nandanam

Vrajangana-sunayakam sada sukha pradayakam
Jaganmanah pralobhanam namami nanda-nandanam

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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: CarolC
Date: 16 May 01 - 03:26 AM

"But Father," Liza said. (Ezra knew he was in trouble when Liza called him 'Father'.) "I'll be eighteen when I graduate. I'm old enough, I promise. I know I can do it."

Ezra was stumped. He thought he knew his daughter very well, but he never could have forseen this. And what was this she was on about anyway? Tibet? TIBET? But he knew he couldn't stop her. She was a child with a mind of her own. A wild thing who could not be contained. Not by the water surrounding the island, and not by family ties, either. She would go. He knew that. He needed to think.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: CarolC
Date: 16 May 01 - 03:00 AM

Liza's arms were weighed down with books, maps, brochures and the big atlas from the geography classroom at school. The librarian wouldn't let her take the atlas from the library, but her geography teacher said she might take the classroom atlas home for one night. The teacher was surprised with Liza's sudden interest in geography, but was pleased to do anything she could to encourage it.

Liza barely noticed the weight during the long walk home from school. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of what she had found while researching Tibet in the library. Pictures of strange and mysterious temples and monasteries, mind bogglingly huge mountain ranges, snow capped peaks, and exotic looking people all competed in her mind for attention. It was good that her feet knew their way home by themselves, because she was barely aware of where she was going or what she was doing.

No plan had formed in her mind about what she wanted to do. She just knew she had to find out more about this place. She had even stopped by Gladys' house and asked Gladys' mother about travel to Asia. Before settling in rural Maine with her minister husband to raise her family, Gladys' mother and her parents had traveled the world as a missionary family. She knew just about everything there was to know about travel.

Liza unloaded the pile of books and maps onto the table with a heavy thump. She was eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and looking at the atlas when her father returned from his hard day of working on the water. He stared at her and the heaping mound of books with mild astonishment. She looked back at him, almost without recognition for just a moment. And then, in an instant, all of the tumblers clicked into place. She had a plan...


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: JenEllen
Date: 16 May 01 - 02:03 AM

***jaysus..you lunkheads...*bg***

Annette climbed the stairs to her room in the daze of a sleepwalker. She took off her robes, undid the braid in her hair, and climbed back into her traveling clothes with hardly a conscious thought other than "encore...nous allons...."

She met Tirseng and Curioso at the gates of the monastary, the pair had collected packs, ropes, and axes, and they shared her same grim face. The sun was slowly setting as the three left the gates. She turned her head to look back, all of the monks were going about their evening with hardly a care about the path of the three, but Thubten looked at them out of his high window, and raised a hand to the travelers. Annette slowly raised her hand in return, then followed Tirseng down the mountain path.

As they left the peaceful valley and started their climb, so started the cold. Annette shivered at the first blast down her collar, and pulled her parka tighter around her. The moon hung it's pale circle in the sky, too anxious for the sun to set before it made it's appearance. It made her think of this Dominic and her Curioso, the dark and the light, sharing the same sky. They stopped briefly at dusk, checking their packs and lines before crossing the snowfield. Tirseng looked up at Annette, motioning for her to turn so he could attach her lines. She turned and saw Curioso glances, apologetic, and trying vainly to read her thoughts. He managed a half-hearted smile, muttering something about frosted eyelashes, and went back to checking his own lines.

The moon was high in the heavens when the three reached the snowfield. Annette stopped still. The field glinted blue, a solid river of tiny diamonds in the moonlight. Tirseng stood beside her, "It is the Khumba.." he said. To Annette, it was la plus belle. "Wait here...I will go ahead, then call for you." he said, as he crept out onto the river of light.
Curioso came up beside her, his breath a dense fog between them. "Do as he says, and you'll be fine. These ropes will anchor all of us." Annette thought to herself that she needed an anchor, with her head spinning, all she wanted to do fling herself to the ground and hold on. "Now chere, go." She looked up to see Tirseng's silouhette waving in the blue in front of her.

Gingerly, she stepped onto the ice, feeling the diamonds crushed to dust beneath her boots. She stayed a cautious distance behind Tirseng, breathing slowly, and taking in the night. The further they walked into the field, the more enraptured she became. The perfect silence, the perfect night. A single tear burned a path down her cheek. She choked back a breath, and was suprised when Tirseng turned back towards her.
"Are you all right, Annette?" he whispered, "This way is beautiful..." As he stepped again, she heard the first crack. Tirseng's smiling face told her it was only the ice, but for her, the spell was broken. There is danger everywhere, even on the river of diamonds.

If it hadn't been for this, she surely would have followed Tirseng into the crevasse. As it was, the second jolt forced her to her seat, staring blindly into the night for Tirseng. When Curioso called to her, she could barely resist the urge to scramble into the dark after the little man. She placed her axe as she had been shown, forcing her feet against the blade, and began pulling on the rope at her middle. Behind her, Curioso struggled to secure them to the ice. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears as she attempted to wrap her fingers around the line. She took her clumsy gloves off with her teeth, and winced and the cold bit into her hands. She began to pull, fighting the urge to cry out in pain as the line sliced her palms. Curioso dug in beside her, "Pull!!" he shouted in her ear, and she leaned back against the line. "Oui," she gasped, "mais il est coincé!!!" Curioso lay on his stomach and slid across the field to the ragged hole. From the edge, he carefully manuevered the line as she pulled.

It seemed an eternity to Annette, before the crevasse produced the léopard de neige. As Curioso pulled his lifeless form back from the edge, Annette scrambled to untie herself. Still seated at the axe when Curioso returned, she grabbed the edges of Tirseng's parka and pulled him towards her. They quickly felt his arms and legs for breaks, and breathed relief to find none. The soft blue light of the moon gave Tirseng's bleeding face an otherworldly glow, and once again, Annette fought the urge to break into mad sobs. So cold!, she undid her parka and tried as best she could to tuck the little man inside.

In the dark edges of the field, the dark brother smiled at this sight. The murderer standing watch over the madwoman, clutching the sherpa to her chest, and rocking in the blue light. They fall like dominos, one into the other, so neatly, so completely. He began to hum a song, a song he'd heard before, from that fever-struck woman, in her prison cell.
The girls in Paris are so fine
If you've got the money they've got the time
If you want another little roll in the hay
Smile real sweet, say 'lagniappe'
Down le petite carre
All you got to say is 'lagniappe'
When you want just a little bit more
Than you have bargained for


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 16 May 01 - 12:41 AM

which is why they called him the Abdominal Stowman. Now stop it.


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: catspaw49
Date: 16 May 01 - 12:32 AM

Waking up with an uncomfortable feeling, the Yeti discovered he had become an egg storage unit on a runaway train.

Spaw


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Subject: RE: BS: New Story - In Search of Shangi-La
From: katlaughing
Date: 16 May 01 - 12:27 AM

Gungzin Dharmalazu watched over his sleeping charge with a weary eye. His years were many and the travails of the harsh climate and long journey were telling on him. He closed his eyes for a moment, silently praying for strength and energy, for the blessings of Buddha.

After traveling across the snowslide, he and Dearly Beloved were able to ride their horses for only a short while, until it became necessary to turn them loose. They had to climb down steep cliffs, with crevasses of snow and ice. Many times he wished to be a snow leopard, but knew that was a vain wish. His was the plodding, steady sure way of the yaks.

He was grateful that as they climed down, the vast valley before them became warmer and warmer, until finally, half way down, the ice and snow had melted. Small rivulets of ice-cold water ran down the sides, finding purchase around, under, and over the rocks of the cliffs. He was grateful for the respite, as they stopped to rest among a small grove of trees.

While this end of the valley, in the south, near the east entrance, was calm and cheerful, he knew more darkness, of a different kind lay before them, before they would reach the center of Shangri-La.


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