Free From the Beginning: The Old World by Timna Kurtz Page B

in days of old. I already stopped asking or wondering how I knew what to do—I was entirely engulfed by the grace of the vibe. What amazed me more than anything was the full and excited cooperation I received from the rest of the women. I guess in such extreme situations, like the one we were in, people are not surprised by anything anymore. They are just looking for something to hold on to, someone to lead them, showing powerfulness and leadership abilities.
    Once the women were all bathed and purified, I told them of my ancient tribal vision. Some moved uncomfortably when I explained the enormous responsibility that lies on our shoulders—keeping the tribe in peace. “We cannot risk disputes or violence between the men,” I elaborated. “Any evolving brawl will ultimately lead to tension, jealousy and other outbursts. In our extreme survival state, after people have already lost their entire world, it won’t be difficult for them to lose the most precious thing of all—their soul. My biggest concern is that if an outburst of jealousy does occur, it will bring someone to commit a criminal and heinous act such as murder!” A few looks were now astonished and panicking.
    “I do not wish to instill fear in you, but it is important that you understand how sensitive this issue is. At the same time, men who will not be able to accept the new way, might also be prone to jealousy outbursts. That is why us women must unite and show the men that we are strong and willing to stand behind our convictions. Tomorrow we shall gather the entire tribe and we will include the men in this too. Tonight, lie in your beds and listen to your hearts. Let my words sink in, let the ancient knowledge permeate and embrace you. I can see on some of your faces the doubt and questions—try to set them aside. I can also see that some of you agree with me, out of a deep understanding of the situation. I wish to bless each one of you, to gather your strength and have faith that we shall be empowered by our new way.”
    I had them all stand up and hold hands in a circle. I prayed in an unknown language that came from my heart, which was whispered in my ears by the spirits of all the women of the ancient tribes, giving me their wisdom…
    “No, No, No!!! There will be no such thing!!!”
    As expected, it was Eddie that reacted aggressively after I shared my tribal vision with the men. I was happy to see that most of the women internalized my words and showed their willingness to join me and stand by me to keep the peace. I also realized that most of the men were quite happy with the idea—and why wouldn’t they be??
    Except Eddie…
    “Grace!! Have you completely lost your mind?!” His eyes glared fire, sparking anger. “I don’t understand you! I thought you loved me; I thought you wanted to have my child! What you are actually telling me is, that tomorrow one of the men will approach you, revealing his passion and desires and you will be forced to oblige so he won’t—God forbid—be frustrated?! What if you shall fall pregnant by him? How will I be able to touch you if that happens? What about our love???” his voice thundered, and tears of rage and insult glistened in his eyes. His insult scorched my heart as well. It was now that I felt for the first time the pain and sorrow for hurting the man I loved. I didn’t even want to think of how much more hurt he would be when he learns I was already touched by someone else.
    “Eddie…” I tried saying something in light of his turmoil, but a manly voice interrupted me. “Don’t you think you are taking this a little too far, Eddie? You have Grace to yourself every day and each night. What about us? What about those of us who do not have a partner? You know that there is an uneven number of men and women in the group. There are less women than men—and we all wish to keep warm at night and be touched, to feel a little closeness. What are you even complaining about?!”
    It was Cole, a