Metaverse Adventures: Indigenous Territory
The following takes place in a parallel universe…
Timothy New was an adult who looked like a boy
And riding his bike was a tremendous joy
Timothy toured across the countryside
On a grand adventure ride
The day was tremendously fun
Until the hour of the setting sun
Timothy decided to rest in the Oz Mountains
Where peaks sprang from the ground like fountains
He had an amazing view from his tent
Where the rest of the night he spent
Timothy arose from his mountain camp-site
Where he had slept for the night
He put away his outdoor supplies
Then ate breakfast under perfect blue skies
From his bag, he enjoyed some wonderful food
The produce instantly lifted his mood
Organic, raw, and clean
It was the freshest fruit he had seen
Jumping onto his bicycle, he rode West
Going non-stop, without any rest
Enjoying a day in the Oz mountain range.
Was a delight for anyone to engage
As he biked, Timothy saw a new land appear
In a massive valley, increasingly near
The Indigenous Territory, it was called
‘Twas a sight that shocked and appalled
He found crumbling roads, deserted and empty
With tumbleweeds as far as the eyes could see
Darkness grew as he pedaled through
And more ominous signs soon would brew
Wreckage and junked cars were to be found everywhere
With debris scattered unbound here and there
It was a land given over to waste
Where decisions were made out of haste
Burning oil towers loomed in the sky
And Timothy asked himself “Why?”
Steel metal structures, he saw shrouded in clouds
Enveloping the sky like funeral shrouds
A cleaner way could be seen
Restoring the land to a state pristine
The blue sky had gone dark
So Timothy decided to park
And he would sleep under the stars
Filled with the planets Venus and Mars
The next morning, he arose for the day
And looked for a proper place to stay
Timothy found a suitable room nearby
And the price was not too high
It was rented by Ms. Macha Quinn
Who turned her home into an inn
Her daughter was the lovely Brigid
Who was always happy, never rigid
The Inn was an oasis among the blight
He would be happy to stay for the night
Brigid had an immaculate golden glow
She was at peace, never hurried, never slow
Her a soft smile complimented her face
And she seemed happy, no matter the place
Brigid showed Timothy her garden site
Which was filled with love and light
Sunshine poured into the forest of food
And quickly lifted Timothy’s mood
She grew everything fresh from the ground
Life’s abundance flourished all around
Apples, peaches and pears bloomed to and fro
With bushes and berries in the undertoe
Brigid felt connected to many realms high and near
The rhythms of Nature she held dear
She perceived the pulse of the land and skies
For her heart was cosmically synchronized
Timothy went on a trek later that night
To see more of the indigenous site
Coming to a structure of concrete
He stopped cold on his feet
It was a casino complex of flashing light
But upon the land it was quite a blight
He thought of turning away
But reluctantly decided to stay
Walking onto the entry floor
Timothy could see inside the door
The casino hall was bright and loud
And he could hear a boisterous crowd
The Greeter convinced him to take a look
So Timothy entered through the front nook
Inside were numerous machines blinking
Certainly not a place for thinking
The flashing rooms went on for infinity
As a maze of noise and cacophony
The greeter urged him further inside
But Timothy had to confide
“This is not my purpose,” Timothy said
For he was on a mission, elsewhere led
He thanked the Greeter and headed to the Inn
Knowing that his time with the Indigenous was about to begin
The following day under the bright sunlight
Brigid showed him a permaculture site
It was filled with people from the neighborhood
And their gardens looked amazing from where he stood
“Brigid, we can spread this garden far and wide.
To heal your land, I must confide.”
He envisioned a newly restored Territory
With green abundance, as far as one could see
“I saw this happen in Saintstown.
Everyone was smiling, not a single frown”
“They had Permaculture Teams
Planting seeds among the weeds”
”It was a beautiful, happy place
And it could be here, in this space.”
She showed Timothy a nearby horse ranch
She jumped on and rode, without a blanche
Her rapport with the horses was strong
Among the, she would always belong
Her favorite horse was named Charlie
He loved to partake of the oats and barley
Charlie lived at the ranch with horses and steers
Where Brigid helped as a volunteer
Brigid loved riding Charlie in the wild
She had taken care of the horse since she was a child
She remembered the day he was born
From his side, she could not be torn
A horse sanctuary was Brigid’s greatest dream
Where the beloved animals could roam free
The park would serve as a working farm
Where the horses would receive no harm
"You’re surrounded on every side”
"From blight, you cannot hide”
“Your garden is secluded, and hidden away”
"We can spread this beauty, beginning today”
Timothy helps her to start a permaculture project
On the outside of the village, a permaculture farmstead evolved
One which provided abundance for everyone involved
It was a purely vegan enterprise
Which was not a surprise
They picked and harvested for the day
All talked to each other, with much to say
Timothy worked with them
Timothy relaxed after a hot day in the sun
And reflected on what they had done
“It’s like a whole new world” for some
Who choose friendship, health, and freedom
They became friends quickly and fast
And Timothy knew it would last
Brigid grew healthy options for the population
Bringing up their health from devastation
It all started with one garden plot
And from there, it grew by a lot
Brigid made health drinks with her produce
The juices kept her limber and loose
The juices helped restore those who partook
Instead of the medical industry “book”
The Elders questioned the casinos and oil
And began to see them as a foil
Brigid saw this as an opening to a better way
For in a healthy land, could be found a better day
Bridgid had to speak in front of the Elder leaders
Standing before them, she became a nervous reader
Timothy stayed in the Indigenous Territory for a year
But things went slowly downhill towards fear
The land became arid and dry
An intense heat filled the sky
The farms were parched without rain
And the farmers were feeling the strain
A young member of the tribe wanted change
He liked what he saw on the range
Rion approached the Elders with a plan
To introduce permaculture across the land
The Elders supported the permaculture transformation
In Brigid, they saw a revelation
Of the way their world could be
And a better place, it would be
And he would bring forth the rain
To water the arid crops of the plain
While working with the permaculture team
A shaman could be seen
They called him “The Rainmaker” all across the land
For he traveled from the deserts of sand
The Rainmaker performed a ritual in a distant field
So that the land would be healed
That night, a mighty storm erupted from above
It felt like it manifested directly from love
Out of nowhere came thunder and lightning bolts
From calm, the sky was electrified with a million volts
From this great storm came three days of rain
Providing a downpour to rehydrate the plain
Water spread across the husk of land
Soaking the soil, which was as dry as sand
Just in the nick of time, the land was saved
By the work of a shaman and a storm so brave
When they finished their tasks
They attended a Festival of Masks
Their indigenous culture was on full display
In this gathering of music and play
The revelers tossed their masks in a pile
And danced around them in a circular style
A great bonfire was lit amongst the crowd
Who chanted their festival songs aloud
The Elders wanted a peacemaker to facilitate
The meeting with the Aztlan state
They decided an outsider would be best
And summoned Timothy for this behest
Timothy was shocked at this notion
For he was a traveler and did not expect such a motion
To be a facilitator of Reconciliation
Or any form of participation
Santo agreed to represent the Indigenous people
While a young man from Aztlan came to the circle
Santo proved to be dignified and proud
As a proclamation was read aloud
The Aztlan and the Indigenous came to talk
And met each other in the land of the Celt-hawk
Face-to-face for the event
The conference led to a great improvement
The Indigenous and Aztlan saw eye to eye
They had much in common, it was no lie
They wanted friendship and peace anew
From this moment, their hopes grew
The two leaders came face to face
Bridging any idea of a separate race
It was a union, bridging the divide
No longer was there more than one side
As a mediator, Timothy was asked to offer a solution
His first thought was a resolution
‘Twas to build a nature corridor on the border line
Where everyone could gather in peace under the sunshine
A female shaman came from another tribe
Her chanting ceremonies held a high vibe
Timothy could see the Shaman silently praying
While others dispersed, this man was staying
The Shaman prayed for peace
So that hostilities would cease
The rituals elevated the mood even higher
And she finished by sending her possessions into a fire
At the end of the ceremony, the Elders danced
To bless a union that would advance
To bring peace and unity to two territories
The events of this day would be integrated into their stories
The dove had been caged but now they would see
That it was time for the creature to fly free
The door was opened and out the dove flew
To a beautiful destination in a sky so blue
Some fences were cut, and the brush allowed to grow
Thus the beauty of the land quickly began to show
New wildlife filled the space
While bigger permaculture projects followed apace
The sky became cleaner and more clear
And more birds, bees and insects began to appear
Horses grazed in the newly replenished land
Which were green, lush and grand
Charlie was given a new place to roam
A nonprofit horse sanctuary was now his home
For Brigid, it was a dream come true
And for many horses in the future, it would be, too
The land became transformed in a short time frame
And it would never be the same
The health reflected both animals and plants
And the health of humans became advanced
Nature corridors allowed the buffalo to roam
Across the vast Territorial loam
In their wake, the plains became green
From mountains to desert and in between
Now the animals could live a wonderful life
One without confinement or strife
They could grow up free with their families
Amongst green pastures and tall trees
Where there once was fog and smoke
Now there was endless blue sky without a cloak
New technology structures marked the hillside
Where wind turbines would turn and glide
Solar panels soaked up the sun’s rays
Providing the Indigenous with power for days
The oil towers came crumbling down from the sky
Laying in a pile of rubble so high
Seeing this site let Timothy know
That indeed it was time for him to go
Brigid wished for Timothy to stay
For he was a person who saw things her way
But it was not going to manifest
Timothy was going West
Timothy and Brigid embraced and said their goodbyes
Parting was difficult, for they had become close allies
He wished everyone well, all of the people young and old
They would remain his friends, dear to his soul
It was time for Macha and Timothy to part ways
For the matriarch, this was a great day
Macha was thrilled to see Brigid’s dreams come true
She gave to Timothy, a big “thank you”
“Timothy, you have been a shining light in our lives, like the Sun.”
“Thank you for all that you have done.”
Timothy was grateful for the kind words
But he returned the compliment to where it was deserved
“The Indigenous are brave, intelligent and strong
And you have been, all along”
There was something special that he knew
“It wasn’t me that did this, it was you”
