It was a moonlit, warm night. The crickets chirped, owls cooed, noises emanated through the dark jungle foliage, each massive bole casting its doleful shadow across the unknown.
There was a clearing. Within: two huts. Within one hut, four warriors sleeping, a woman and an active lookout.
Within the second, two warriors stood gesturing, one with a a spear. Candlelight flickered uneasily, shadows forming and lengthening and expiring. Two other figures sat on chairs within. In fact, they were a woman and a man, both middle-aged and wearing typical safari clothes. The woman a blouse with two chest pockets and shoulder epaulettes and a skirt in khaki colours, the man a similar safari shirt with trousers, also in khaki colours.The man was apparently reasonable tall, with receding hairline and the woman, was shorter, stouter with a pleasant pretty face and curly grey hair. Apparently they were a couple and they were both tied to the chairs by lengths of ropes, their booted feed feet wered tied to the chair legs, their crossed wrists severly bound behind the chair. They were barely able to move and they were also gagged with rolled up banana leaves, which had been stuffed into their mouth and had been fixes with the scarves they had been wearing. The warriors were talking to them, sometimes angrily, sometimes threatening and the couple were clearly fearful and unable to speak they were moaning and whimpering desperately into their gags. There was an overriding sense of fear and anxiety emanating from the couple and indeed the room.
It was evening- and then it was morning.
Figures were walking through the jungle from the clearing between the trees, light filtering between the gaps in the canopy of leaves. There was a balmy, crisp feel to the day. Three warriors were in front, then the safari-clad couple, roped together and both to a guard ahead and a guard behind. Two more warriors covered the rear. The ambience was one of utter desolation, fear and despair!
Then it was – later! Two warriors lay, dying, groaning. Another lay prone on his face 50 yards away, his torso draped down a bank in the ground- dead!
Patricia woke up! She shivered with emotion, nerves jangling from the personal experience and relayed vicarious trauma. The signs were unmistakeable, unequiviocal-- this was a warning, a message, from the spirits of the jungle.
The empathic emanations told her that these events were unfolding even as she lay in bed and that Patty the Jungle Queen was required- nay, demanded! – urgently to deal with the problem hanging over the Nanagoga-Region.
With time of the essence, Patricia Parker-Brown was anxious to get to the scene as soon as she could! Normally, she would drive to the edge of the jungle, change in her car then sprint to her treehouse before commencing such mission as the spirits had summoned her to.
Quickly she got out of her pajama and dressed up her jungle queen outfit, a kind of leopard pattern bikini and her shorts and her short sleeve safari shirt which she were wearing open with a knot in the belly region. She would drive a little quicker than the 60mph limit, a journey of around an hour and a quarter.
Scampering through the garden, Patricia got to her jeep, and started.
It was past 9.20 when Patty arrived at the edge of the Jungle at her usual parking location and another 7 or 8 minutes saw her jog energetically to her treehouse and climb the limbs of the tree.
Once ensconced in the treehouse, the Jungle Guardian lay on a spartan bed commenced meditation mantras to calm her body and mind then soon she fell into a trance which provided her the guidance to allow her to make her way swiftly to the place she was needed.
Her mind's eye was guided Northwest, towards the thickest and least known part of her area, about 25 miles away. Patricia could gather impressions of warriors, of a village in a clearing and impressions of Safari suited persons, maybe a couple. There was a definite feeling conveyed of danger, which naturally did not surprise her greatly. She did not know the village of the chief, not having visited this village yet in her peregrinations.
At least it was early in the day and the tall, mature Jungle Queen felt fit and strong with plenty of stamina. Utilising the liana vines draped from many of the trees, she estimated it might take an hour and a half to two hours to negotiate the route, though it would be sensible to proceed carefully as she neared the area.
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