Adventures Of Puppeteer

Mindfulness and Peace

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Hummmmmmmmmm,
Hummmmmmmmmm,
Hummmmmmmmmm.

The reverberations from the throats of the monks was like that of music and had an element of tranquillity attached to it. Their unison and rhythm was the sort that would lull anyone into peace and calmness of mind. The several monks were positioned atop a mountain with a Japanese esque monastery positioned in the centre of the mountain, and was large. The wispy, white clouds were just below the mountain as if to add a layer to their building, a sheet of safety and beauty packaged so close to them and the monks were humbled to have this location as their zone, and with no interference from anyone, no trouble at hand.

The monks began once more, humming together with their legs crossed and their colourful robes with intricate designs of gold and red and fine twirled moustaches with either no hair atop their head or silked back with a comb through it to hold it in place. A bonsai tree swayed in the gentle wind with the occasional petal gliding down to rest in between the monks. The natural pond which they were sat around, had numerous petals resting on its surface and lily pads dotted around with frogs and salmon swimming around side by side. This was the place of rest and peace for those who lived here.

Their usual meditative session ended and as they regained vision, a visitor was seen by all the monks, sitting among them, meditating as well. There was multiple shrieks and screams as they laid their eyes upon the visitor and the visitors son from what they could assume. Puppeteer, dressed in all black, clearly showing no feet nor legs, bony hands rested in the stereotypical relaxation pose and hood over his head with the mask still being revealed to show the forever smile and bloody tears stained from the eyes and down along the cheeks. He glanced up at them and did not utter a word. More gasps were heard and they began to scatter, hiding behind anything they could, certain that the embodiment of death had come to rip them from their solitude.

The little dude beside Puppeteer was a skeleton, complete with legs, arms, torso and head, but missing their lower jaw. Somehow despite the bone complexion, they were incredibly muscular, the bones seeming to rise and form various "muscles". The little skeleton was equipped with a miniature sword which to the monks, seemed like a dagger due to the skeleton's size. They wore a metal helmet with a spike atop and it was outlined in gold. A similar design was given to the shoulder pads and the chest plate which missed the entire abdominal region.

"My name is Skeletoney and I am here to bring you to hell for your cruelty to this world!" Shouted Skeletoney in a high-pitched voice but the assurance of what was to come frightened the monks. As Skeletoney roared out their battle cry, a soft "RAGH", Puppeteer put out a hand in front of his son and held him in place before sinking to his level and wagging his bony finger at him. There was a few *tut tuts* but then the mountain area grew quiet once more. Puppeteer positioned Skeletoney on his shoulder, slightly into his cloak and floated towards the monastery gate and without hesitation, the monks opened it and snuck behind him meekly as he went on by. Puppeteer approached the monastery door and knocked twice where he was met by the overseer of the monastery, and he signed for one cup of tea. The cup was given to him on a placemat, and he put Skeletoney down who downed the tea in 2 large gulps. The tea was seen swooshing around the skeleton body before being promptly absorbed into the bones as if it had magically disappeared. Puppeteer bowed to the best of his ability and pointed towards the meditation centre in the building itself, soft, comforting cushions laid out and once given approval, Puppeteer meditated once more, this time welcomed by the monks who sat side by side with them, happy that death was only here for tea and meditation and not grisly torture or murder.

Skeletoney was less satisfied by this outcome as his sword had not yet gone through something but there would come a day when the little bony fella would get his wish. The sun began to set on the monastery, background music playing from Skeletoney's radio and it played "Leaving the Past by David Young". The view was breath-taking as was the shimmer of Puppeteer and Skeletoney's bones, but thankfully neither of them had lungs so their "breath" could remain. They began to leave the monastery, waving back to the monks as Skeletoney slurped, more elegantly this time, on a cup of tea with his pinky finger raised. The monks looked forward to the next arrival of the bony spectre and his son, the most pleasant and only visitors they had encountered in their decades in the monastery. And so the visitors floated down through the clouds, to where ever the next place brought them, eager for adventure.