Oats Meets Zol
The look on Mark Sethlang's face was so terrifying that Tsu Yen spotted him instantly in the crowd as she stood staring in desperation, hoping someone could help Derby who appeared to be dead by a shot of some kind. Near Derby's lifeless body lay the rocking black marble which had been slung by a ferocious force and brought our hero to the ground like a 2,000 pound column.
With the agility of a circus tumbler and the speed of a short distance sprinter, Tsu Yen traversed the crowd and was up in the air with her legs wrapped around Mark's neck sooner than anyone else had even noticed the sling shot in his hands.
"Yo bettah ho he not die be cuz yo die if so," said Tsu Yen as the pair lay on the ground with Mark's face buried in the crotch of her pants.
Mark tried to talk but his muffled words were lost in her crotch, as if he was talking to her vagina.
Tsu Yen felt the vibration of his words in her pants and she shifted her position so his neck could turn. At that point, both Tsu Yen and Mark were turned toward Derby, who had started to move and was bringing himself up on hands and knees.
"Derby, are you alright?," yelled Mark. "I was aiming at the chick!"
Derby was struggling to focus. The black marble had hit him in the temple. At the moment he was blinded. The ground beneath was blurry and his head was pounding. His hand found the black marble by accident but quickly he grabbed it, as an instinctive reflex.
"Why yo shoot mawboh at me?," demanded Tsu Yen of Mark. "Misla Duhbey an me make baby. Why yo shoot mawboh at me?"
As he grasped the black marble, Derby's eye sight started to correct. He was aware of the crowd staring and he heard the scuffling nearby. When he processed the words he understood from Tsu Yen and Mark, he remembered the strange conversation he had just had following the kiss he gave to his pretty Asian abductor.
"Mark, roll me the white marble! Wait, ask the woman to bring me the marble!," requested Derby who was struggling to stand up, as if coming out of the grip of drunkenness.
Tsu Yen loosened her grip of her legs from Mark's neck and took the marble which Mark handed her.
With all the drama she could produce, Tsu Yen slowly approached Derby, who was staggering and barely able to balance. Holding the white marble, she extended both of her arms to support Derby.
"Wiff dis mawboh, I dee wed. Do yo sowem wee swayah to be my wawfowwee wed huzbin?"
Before him stood the out-of-focus woman who had stuffed him into a Goofy suit, then seduced him with flirty eyes, then promised to have his baby, and now seemed to be pronouncing him man and crazy person. He grabbed the white marble and started circling the two porcelain spheres in the palm of his hand.
There wasn't heat. There wasn't water. But his vision came sharply into focus and at that moment, he realized he was living his next story. All he could think of was how to get to a computer and start to capture some of this material.
"A story like this needs to be told!," he announced. Then he paused and looked at the woman who was facing him.
"What is your name, crazy lady? And what did you mean after we kissed, that your husband wants us to have a baby? Who is your husband?"
"My name Tsu Yen. My huzbin Justin Scobill."
As Derby turned the marbles in his hand he felt alternating sensations. The energy which was surging in his palm shifted between heat and the cool, slippery impression of water. Heat. Water. Heat. Water. Sun. Moon. Night. Day. Exhale. Inhale. Exertion. Relaxation. Fire. Rain. Over and over, tumbling smoothly in his hand, the forces of Yin and Yang.
"How did you find me?," Derby asked Tsu Yen, who seemed genuinely willing to be straight forward and answer his questions honestly.
"Me no fine yo. Gu Long fine yo. She telw me yo kill Jude-ee-shauntie Twontan, dee ebil man fwom histwee book, suppose toe be fwom ancient time. She telw me yo weel lead us to huh eenimee."
Derby continued to turn the marbles in his hand. In spite of how astounding the information he was receiving from Tsu Yen was, he maintained his composure and stayed focussed on his line of questioning. Simultaneously to his mental activity and what this meant. To find a connection to Justin Scoville, the man who had originally brought him to Hong Kong, his body was surging with energy. Literally, he could feel the synapses jolt with the transfer of electrical currents. Passageways in his body were opening. He was feeling stronger in every way.
"Who is her enemy," he asked, still turning the marbles which seemed to transfer a pleasant sensation of alternating current, warm/wet, pop/relax, stimulation/tranquility, tiger/dragon, sun/moon.
"Her name Bai Ling. She suppose to be dee human chile produce between ebil man an Hungarian Preen sess."
Derby's body felt like it was hooked up to an electrical plant that was infusing him with 50,000 watts per second. Images flashed on his occipital lobe of Judishante Trontan's decapitation, of Bai Ling above the laundry. Then he thought to himself, "Why is the reader seeing the expression "occipital lobe" from the Children of Zol?"
He continued to turn the marbles and he felt Mark's hand on his shoulder.
Mark pulled away with a jerk. "My God man, you're on fire and I just got shocked like touching an exposed live wire. You're sweating dude. What is going on with you?"
Calmly Derby handed the marbles to Mark. "Mark," Derby spoke slowly and methodically. "One more time. These marbles will help you. It is all about finding the equilibrium between Yin and Yang. Our experiences, our conditioning, our environment, our genetics, our "Karma," our circumstances, our daily dramas are one thing. But our physiology and connection to the great root of Being trumps all."
Mark took the marbles and they felt heavy and hot.
"What has happened to these marbles?," asked Mark, who opened his hand to study the little globes in his palm. "They feel like they're charged particles?"
"What you feel," replied Derby, "is your own internal energy. "Now focus on an image for a second. Right now you feel heat and as if the marbles are very heavy, right?"
"Uh-huh," said a dazed Mark, who was starting to think that something whacky was going on and for some reason he was seeing himself as Elmer Fudd in a cartoon strip.
"Well now imagine that the heat and weight of those marbles burns through a piece of ice that is sitting on the top of your head, exactly at your crown chakra," instructed Derby.
"My Cwown What?," responded Elmer, who could have been in an episode with a twicky wabbit.
"Chakra. Just think of where your soft spot would have been as a baby. Now let that heat burn through the ice and when it does, feel yourself dive into cool water."
"Something whacky is going on here you wascal," said a dazed Elmer, almost as if he were back in the Children of Zol chapter.
"Now look back up into that passage way of the ice over your head. You've cleared the first opening. Look below you and you'll see a flaming pit. Now you need to go through the fire."
"Wabbit twacks!," declared Elmer, who was looking down at the ground and taking on more and more of a cartoon personality.
Derby looked back at Tsu Yen. "Take me to Gu Long."
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