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coco' big day p-4

coco' big day p-4

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Published by william e justin
Part four of this chapter from Lionworld. Click my wej7 link to get at the whole series.
Part four of this chapter from Lionworld. Click my wej7 link to get at the whole series.

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Published by: william e justin on Dec 03, 2009
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By William E Justin
Coco’s Big Day
Randi had learned the more violent sports were considered to be psychological substitutes for man’sultimate lust to conquer others. This itself was a substitute for the achievement of self-mastery. It was thebest some men could get. A condition of being less evolved. Men such as Max and Big-E
Lion-fighting and had partially transcended the brutality of it for partial self-mastery. The security shooters hitlions that were driven out of bounds with fast tranquilizer darts when they could more easily, and moresafely, shot them in the head with a high caliber bullet—there was certainly no shortage of lion in theworld. The
real debate
among the intellectual was whether Lion-fighting had ultimately made the world amore—or less—violent place.The one point everyone agreed upon was that life itself was deeply violent. That violence was offset byself-mastery developed through an appreciation for the finer things in life. Randi had even read a point of view that the universe itself was a predatory event—with violence at its core. He didn’t accept this. Hewas a religious man. A Christopian. He believed the creator God allowed the offspring “multiverse” allprobable expression out of a love, joy and laughter. As the Hindus put it. The creation is God’s play.All parts of it are eventually brought back into the “Christo-Clarity” of pure Spirit. As a movie dis-solves into a wholesome blank screen once the final frame slides off the old movie reel, so too do all ele-ments of the offspring universes or “multiverse”. The people of India worshipped the
who wassaid to produce and retract a new creation in each of Its days and nights. The hell and heaven of The
Christopian was deeply set into the field—or movie script—on which all of this played out. Violence was notat the
of creation. It was merely one part of the shadowy raw material or “Sat” which makes the appear-ance of forms. Violence was on the surface. The real basis of this multi-verse is Christo-Clarity. Like the flashof creativity that brings about new forms, It causes “what is to be” to emerge from whatever proceeds “firstcause”. It was at the beginning and at the end—the Alpha and Omega. Those who would see violent “dog-eat-dog” value as the chief underlying factor in Life are merely projecting a lower quality bias.As far as Randi could think, Lion-fighting was somewhere in the middle of it all. Positive enough to bepopular and respected but negative enough to make him want to throw up. He could only hope that what someexperts said was true—that it would help Mankind make violent war against itself a thing of the past.Some Christopians felt realization of peace in the world could only occur with the re-appearance of LordChristo himself. Others felt He had been re-appearing to chosen devotees non-stop ever since He last appearedin public rising up from the floor of the Roman Coliseum to hover above the emperor before walking beyondview over the roof top. Many people in today’s modern world felt that was all just a story. And there were alsoindividuals stuck so deeply in the machinery of a TV Reality world-view, that they believed the various Lion-fighting matches were staged events like in pro wrestling.People believe according to the grooves and ruts their lives are laid into. The enlightened Christopian con-sidered all of the viewpoints and went with what seemed to make the most sense. But it was understood thatFaith was, “the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen”. The underlying praetor fromwhich language and arithmetic were developed to track and organize that Quality human beings find meaning-ful.It was from this Christopian study of metaphysics that Randi initially investigated the sport of Lion-fighting.As a set of 
sport conditions
, he didn’t realize just how involved and nuanced it was. The scoring, the rules, theplays, and the fouls were present like in all of the sports. He found the camera crew to be the most fascinating.They had to document the action when a contest appeared during the hunting phase of a match. Often, the feedwas carried live throughout the world and they were under great pressure.Their equipment was highly innovative. Long extension poles with attached cameras were used that couldbe set in the ground and sprung high up into the air at a moment’s notice to capture the field of play. The cam-era people had to fan out within prescribed parameters and avoid not being taken by lion themselves. The secu-rity team had to make sure the match occurred between five men and five lions. They had to eliminate all ex-cess lion from the competition as quickly as possible. They carried light weight “spring stilts” that snapped upin four three-foot sections. They quickly locked themselves into the high-tech stilts and jumped and releasedeach section to be instantly sprung up to twelve feet in the air ready to enforce and protect. But there were se-curity shooters who were overwhelmed by lion and killed. And in most cases they were too far off the center of action to be of much aid if one of the beasts scored a knockout on a Lion-fighter and began to eat.Everybody communicated with sharp whistles and other sounds. Electronic communication devices werenot allowed for use in the real-time match. It was a technically savvy and costly production and Randi knewthe guys at this table were perhaps better at it then anyone.He stayed with the Le Muffett Crew for some time before going to look for Little B. He had polished himup for the event the day before . Coco had him apply some very subtle coloring to his fur that worked well withthe new decorative collar she found. She also wanted him to wear pale-sienna front paw bands for the occasionso he would look a bit more feisty. “I’m afraid Little B is too docile”, she complained to him. “Maybe weshould get him a boxin’ coach or something”. Randi convinced her Little B was just fine the way he was.When he found him out back with the children, the already highly decorated little dog was also sporting anapkin fashioned into a bonnet. The little girls had used another napkin to make a loin cloth for him. Theywere pretending he was a baby and had him sitting in a box they’d found. Randi laughed, took out his cameraphone, and snapped off a few photos for the annual
Poodle-Dog Stylist Dinner 
he would be attending the fol-lowing month in The Hills of Beverly. He thought he might have a real attention-getter with the shots of LittleB and the children.Seeing that Little B was in relatively safe hands, Randi headed back into the house. He was interested inintroducing himself to Big-E’s dad Buster White. This might be his only chance to meet the old man who wasstill very infamous and talked about. He used a back door that was open and went down a hallway. He hurriedon looking for the way back into the main front room. He didn’t want to meet up with any of the staff and havepeople later say he’d been lurking about. Then he heard Big-E’s voice around a corner and paused. He wasn’tsure for a moment whether to proceed further or go back.“God, you’re looking
good today” Randi heard him say. Coco had grabbed Big-E’s hand and led himaway from the party for a private moment. He had her backed up against a wall and was running his hand upand down the middle-side of her body. She was glowing with a smile.
“I’m so happy today, baby” Coco said. Her voice was high and sweet, and forced toward a whisper all atonce. “Maxi told me the news”. She just looked up at his soft blue eyes and felt like she was looking into a lightat the end of a long tunnel. The hardest thing that Coco shared with her mother Lynette and her best friend Syd-ney was the burden of loving a man that regularly went into mortal combat. Security police and soldiers’ spousesunderstood this but were often in the dark and somewhat protected by
not knowing
the time and place of theirloved-one’s appointment with danger. Or if such an appointment would happen at all.For the families of Lion-fighters, it was all laid into a schedule months in advance. Coco and Sydney wouldbe on the phone every “Lion-fighting Sunday” during the five-and-a-half month season that ran each year be-tween late April and early October. Her mother would also call her on those days. Sometimes Coco would go toThe Oak Land and stay at the family home.Big-E said he fully expected Max would tell her the news right away since she had always used her brothers tofind out what he was suppressing.“I know you been going through something” she said remembering the worry she’d felt as he became moreintense and withdrawn. “Why can’t you ever let me ease that suffering and a part of it?”Most people—especially women—did this very easily. For many men—and Big-E fitted in at the top of thatlist—“going through it” or bearing emotional suffering was a private thing. “I just have to work it out myself” hereplied to her question. Of course there was the
truth of his confidential involvement with World Security asthe prime mover in his retirement plans. He wouldn’t allow Coco any knowledge of that.Big-E didn’t need or want to talk about it anymore. He said he wished that the house was empty and it was just the two of them. He kissed her, pushed her back further against the wall, and softly enveloped her. That feltso good to him. He lived to see her eyes go soft in satisfaction when she gave herself to him. He thought abouttaking her to an isolated part of the house and getting on with the real ceremony.“Oh baby, we gonna be all alone later and
get it started 
real good”. Big-E groaned a little. Coco didn’t al-ways use the term “get it started”. That was a special code between them. It meant that she was going to set off aperiod of sensual drunkenness between them that might last for many days. And the ways she set it off weresomething they didn’t even hint about to others. Coco put on what can only be described as elaborate produc-tions. Big-E found out very early in their relationship that she was a lot more then anybody would ever suspect.And she was still exploring her own artistic boundaries. He knew she had made plans in advance and the thoughtof 
made him feel a little weak knowing he had to go through all of the sixth-year public toast crap before get-ting on to the
thing.Randi couldn’t help but overhear some of this. It took a few moments to pull himself away and retreat out thedoor he had come in and find his way back to the huge front-room-turned-party-hall set up with tables and filledwith people he didn’t know much about. He spotted Buster White still sitting off to the side at one of those tableswith the woman that had been pointed out to him as one of Coco’s aunties. The guys at the Le Muffett table hadbeen stealing glances toward her while they all talked.Randi had considered her the most exotic-looking person there. As exotic—he thought—as himself. Her face,although having come far into the passage through middle age, made him think of a moist, fleshy fruit cut withgreat skill and precision. Her skin tone had a tropic hue spread over a rich ebony base. Her upper body roseabove the table with a straight back and delicate placement of the hands. He thought she had extraordinary arms,strong and yet very delicate. Buster had been moving his mouth non-stop as the woman looked on at him fromsome distance—but with a slightly pleased expression and occasional full smile.Randi considered whether to interrupt them. He was always injecting himself into pairs and small groups of people and he did so here as well. He walked up and flashed a smile at the women and turned to Buster. “I’mhope I’m not interrupting, Mr. White, but Robert said that I just
to meet you!”Buster White was taken by surprised. “What?”. He didn’t bark this but it wasn’t soft spoken either.“Robert?” Randi flashed a wide smile combined with excited, starburst eyes. Buster suddenly felt knockedslightly off center stage, which was not a feeling he enjoyed. He had been in the midst of telling this excitingwoman his upcoming plans to sell his life story to a well-known publisher.“I’m Lucile”. The exotic-looking woman introduced herself to Randi with something of a regal grace. “I’mone of Coco’s aunts. Please
join us. Busta and I was just speaking about how
the evenings can get in Bra-zil. He’s been telling me of his time there as a young man”. Randi quickly pulled up a chair. He loved morethen anything to hear about things such as that. He pointed for them to Robert who was still standing with Jean,Sydney and some other people.

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