What Rama VIII told me abt Boonyi

What you see before you is not just an ordinary pitch black dog. He is a shaman dog. To be precise, he is Rama. Kampung lore informs. Rama is an eight generation dog that once upon a time were the original guardians of a nearby Kali temple that has long since been overrun by the ever encroaching jungle. In the kampung where superstition often runs so unbelievable wild – the shaman dog fulfills the function of intercessor between man and beast. In the kampung when a child is lost in the infinity of an estate, no one ever calls the police. Only city folk resort to such time wasting measures. Instead the Rama line of dogs will be promptly summoned and in a while, the lost child would be found. If one is unfortunate and ploughs a tractor, car or lorry into a ditch in the wild. Again no one calls the AA. Instead the Rama dogs will magically appear and since the Rama line of dogs are the noisest creatures in the world. They will wake up the entire village to rescue the dearly unfortunate. When wild elephants trample over banana fields no one in petitions the UN or bothers with Greta Thunberg…. again the Rama dogs will be called to serve as honest brokers. When workers refuse to work because of hauntings. No one calls the ghost busters. And again the Rama line of dogs will be summon to make peace between the living and dead. In this corner of the world life would be impossible to turn smoothly without the constant intercession of the Rama line of dogs and should one need to talk sense to animals….again the Rama lineage of dogs will be summoned as only they serve as a bridge between humans and animals. To summon the shaman dog one simply needs to make a smoke fire and roast coconut flesh and sugar like their Brahmin masters used to do in a bygone age….soon the Shaman dog will appear before the summoner as if by magic. When the Shaman dog appeared, sometime in the late evening. After feeding him. I shared with him in my pidgin dog (yes I speak dog…this is one of the gifts of autism) it might be a good idea to have a word with Boonyi concerning starting her epic journey over the mountain ridge before the monsoon comes crashing down…..the following morning, Rama shared with me in a solemn tone that Boonyi will not make the epic flight over the mountain ridge this year or any other year thereafter…she has returned home like the great Garuda to simply turn the last wheel of divination. To die in the only home she knows.

Now I understand.

Why do everyone and everything that brings me happiness have to leave me unexpectedly.