Tales of Mothership

Mother in the Year 2265 bce

Mrs Lakshmi took the rattan tray … and poured into it two handfuls of lentil beans … to remove the tiny stones that might be there. She carried it over to the back porch of the house … sat at the doorstep … and took in a view of the snow capped mountains in the distance. This part of India was beautiful this time of the year … with the flowering of the trees and the weeds in the fields.

 

Her son was washing his bicycle … to the side … and smiled at her. He was 18 years of age … and had recently enrolled in a special school for pre-university. He had chosen to study the humanities.

 

“ How's school? “ she asked … as she spread the beans on the tray.

 

“ Its okay “ he responded … and then thinking she might be keen to know, added, “ They are saying … that man created man … not God.”

 

His mother looked up in surprise … then complained, “ Sounds like something your father would say.”

 

There was a strange bond between mother and son. In her own way … she relied on her boy … for news about the world … and he seemed to realize that. He'll often brush away her complaints … and simply speak his mind regarding what goes on in school and the world outside the family. It was his way of telling her … that he was growing up and becoming his own individual person.

 

“ Its the way progeny engages the mind of man … to create babies for a new generation. And these babies are constituted of the new thinking of man … regarding God and man … and our advances into the future. They say its always been that way.”

 

Mrs Lakshmi pictured her husband … the things he would speak off … and the way their son turned out. “ Like father … like son,” she had always said.

 

“ Its the way the legends speak of Siva … how he created Murugan from the power of the third eye in his forehead. “ Her son continued. “ Then there's the Pasupata tree. They think its the way … the eucalyptus in Australia … supports an anima life … the koala. Both tree and koala combine … like nature and mind … to produce thoughts of the one world mind … and communicate that … through ionized particles … that travel all over the world. Its the story of how mother Avvaiyar speaks to Murugan who had climbed up on the tree.”

 

His mother tossed the beans on the tray … in the wind … to remove the dust … and settled back to sit. Her own role of care-giver to her boy … was coming to its last days. Soon he'll be on his own … and she'll have to give greater attention to the other children.

 

The boy finished wiping the bicycle … and sat down on a stool … to continue the conversation. He was debating whether to continue … or whether his mother would have the interest … but decided she might. His mother always had a strange way of stewing on issues … and in time would mysteriously come to reflect on her actions.

 

“ There's a theory that man's passions began with sound. Its the way we hear the wind blowing … the tossing of trees … the rain and storms … sound of birds … dogs … cats … sheep … and other domestic animals. Its like the sound of the didgeridoo. It combined in man … to understand the meaning of these sounds … and to know what the passions are saying. We just did it … without knowing how … but these days they are realizing how we do that … through studies of the passion and its early contact with the mind.”

 

“ What's it for?” she asked abruptly.

 

The boy paused to think a little … she's lost her interest he thought … and quickly changed his tact.

 

“ Its how children learn to speak. They are in contact with the primal natures … and engage the memory of these sounds … to imitate the speech of man. Its a breezy sort of experience … and children relate better to songs … as a way of speaking … and they combine everything they encounter … in the way of sounds. They understand passion from the sound of the voice … the tone … and its rhythm. “ He continued uninterrupted … figuring … he'll finish what he is saying. She appeared to be a little mesmerized … in her attitude … and had probably withdrawn into herself … he thought.

 

His mother on the other hand … had suddenly found a door open … into the nature of her mystic … and in a curious way it was responding … to her son's words. She wondered about that. But the boy had suddenly decided … he had said enough … and with that … had got up … to push his bicycle to the shade … and go into the house for a drink.

 

The mother looked into her self relation and asked if he was in some way offended. Her inner voice responded.

 

“ He looks for approval … and would like for you to show some cognition … of what it all means to you. He cares for you … and thinks you would appreciate knowing these things … about yourself.”

 

“ I can't do that! “ she remarked sharply … “ Its the way I relate to his father!”

 

“ And so it is,” came the reply.