The Boy With Strange Eyes

7 - The Wind Spirit Speaks

The Wind Spirit Speaks

~ I only believe in what I see. ~

Kuni tossed and turned in the throes of his nightmare. All remained black in the total darkness of his dreadful dream of the Final Day with his father. 

The boy heard a soft rustling sound. The noise reminded him of the sound the warm ocean breeze made as it blew gently through the palm fronds on the Eastern Island beach. The sound was otherworldly and, therefore, scary.

However, Kuni sensed that the spirit in the wind was friendly to him and meant no harm. The Wind Spirit was striving to give the lad a message. Kuni was frustrated with his inability to completely 'hear' and understand the friendly phantom. He sensed the spirit was female. An older woman. She felt maternal and very protective. 

She was a Wind Spirit! 🍃

Kimyo sprung awake with a small, muffled cry. Upon realizing it had been only a dream of the past, his first thought was, "I am glad that Kuni, the little boy, is dead. Good riddance!" Yes, it was for the best that Kuni was gone."

Let Kuni remain dead and I am glad that Kuni, the little boy, is dead. Good riddance! Yes, it was for the best that Kuni was with his dark memories and his terrible dreams. That last day with Kuni's father had marked one month since his mother died, and the little boy Kuni had been attempting to make peace with his father.

"Stupid little Kuni," muttered Kimyo aloud to himself.

He could speak of Kuni in this manner; after all, these terrible things had not happened to Kimyo; no, they had happened to Kuni. Kuni had woken up in a dried pool of his own blood. Stiff, sore, unable to move without pain. Kuni's face was swollen beyond recognition.

The only good thing to come from that day was the beautiful voice of Mizuko. She had come to speak to Kuni and comfort him in his pain and anguish. Her first words immediately grabbed his attention. They were the exact words she repeated to him many times. Mizuko's comments had made him swear a sacred oath to never be like Kuni's father, never!

🐉~You must always ask yourself- what manner of a man do you wish to become?~

Kimyo continued to mutter, "I don't know what manner of a man I might become, Mizuko, but I swear by everything good I have ever known, I will never be like him, like that man."

Everyone in the village thought that little Kuni had gone mad and began talking to himself after the villagers told him about his father's death three months later. The truth was that the voice of Mizuko first spoke to him on the Last Day, the day of the horrific beating.

When Kuni was informed that his father had been caught in his nets, unable to free himself, and had drowned. He died without a crew (or son) on his boat to save him. The townspeople were sure the youngster would cry. 

The child had not wept; he had remained very calm. This odd behavior was unacceptable, so the village folk determined that Kuni had been overwhelmed with guilt over his absence on the fishing boat.

The little boy realized he was responsible for his father's death because he had not been on the fishing vessel where he belonged. It was firmly believed by most of the residents of the tiny fishing town; therefore, it became the truth that the news of his father's death was what drove the youngster mad. 

The only emotion little Kuni had felt when told the story of his father's death, was great relief. He did not grieve at all.

The boy's mother had told him about beating one's children. It was, according to her, unfortunately, all too common. It was often passed down from generation to generation in a never-ending circle of abuse and violence. The lad had asked his mother why people would do this. Good folks would not allow innocent children to be beaten, would they?

Of course, there must be some law that makes this behavior punishable. One look at the sadness in his mother's eyes gave him the answer. His mother spoke softly, "It takes a strong man or woman to break this cycle."

Kimyo spoke aloud, "Mizuko! Where are you? I need your help interpreting a message from a wind spirit. She told me that when she lived, she had been the woman, the wife, of a kind man named Ryoshi. Mizuko?". . .

END

Questions to consider?

Do you believe that we receive messages in our dreams?

Has your inner mind ever spoken to you?