1. Oh! Menstruating woman, thou'rt a fiend

From which all nature should be closely screened.

The night air at the forest was filled with deep, soulful cries causing the night crawlers to burrow deeper into the moist soil of the land. An eclipse was coming, and nature was beginning its rituals reaching out to its natives; but, dangerous to enemies. The breeze carried through the trees so that each leaf tapped its mate as if warning to be still. The coolness swept through the scientists camp sending frozen chills through their veins, as if the reason they were there wasn't horrifying enough.
There were reports stating that more men had died in the nearby village this week's period than in a whole year from the civilized country they left yesterday. Logic has borders as do countries; the scientists are logical; foreigners to this land of sacred-blood.

MAAARAHANTA- OIYE MONTANGNA PARAHUMTRA SUMBATA!

Come great spirit of the snakes and tell us why you shake the trees so much tonight. The wind has tapped my shoulder and warned me of your arrival. The rhythms are strong and beat to your heart, if we are to help you come now! Tamra looked to her sisters of the circle with passion.
She felt the arrival of the strangers a week ago when she discovered the dead pheasants in the forest.
She had warned the wisest and the oldest of the tribe who immediately began the ritual of contact to the Great Danbala. Tonight, already, the women in Tamra's circle could feel the power cycling through their veins, their senses beginning to heighten , communing with all that is natural as the ritual began. Tomorrow the moon will conquer the sun and the powerful spirits of the snakes will enter through each one of them, filling them with energy and choosing the one who will carry out the mission and save their secret weapon.

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Last updated: October 13, 2002.