The Voodoo Guru: Red Trees (standard:Inspirational stories, 679 words)
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If you ever wondered why tree limbs turn red at sunset, read on. If you never wondered why ......... read on.

RED TREES 

The voodoo guru stood, fondling her amulet, as Jurgen lurched into the
yurt.  The guru spoke: 

"I am ready to learn.  Are you prepared to teach?" 

Jurgen collapsed at her feet, moaning, drumming his sandals on the reed
mat.  "Heal me, heal me," he whimpered. 

Kneeling, the guru reached her healing hands across the disciple's
shoulders and with deft precision drove her fingertips deep into three 
key acupressure points.  Jurgen went limp, then stiffened with a shiver 
and leaped to his feet.  A geyser of love energy surged up in him as he 
whispered, "Thank you, Holy Fountain of Wisdom and Craft!" 

"Now," she replied, "teach me." 

"How can I teach when I know so little, wise One?".  He blushed as her
features smiled and softened behind her piercing eyes. 

"Come, tell me everything you know," she said, "about giant trees that
turn glowing red at sunset!" 

Jurgen looked puzzled.  "Giant trees, glowing red?" he queried. 

"You know what trees are. Tell me everything." 

There was a moment of silence, then he began, "Trees grow in the ground.
Some are very tall.  Their trunks ..."  She stopped him with a gesture. 


"...and the trunks.  How are they?" 

"Well, they are big and round and covered with bark and moss." 

The voodoo guru sat erect, her goatskin-clad breasts alive in the
firelight.  "Bark?" she asked, "Moss?" 

"The bark," began Jurgen, "covers the trunk, and moss is that icky green
stuff that grows on the bark.  North side, I think." 

"And the sun.  Tell me about the sun." Her face glowed with approval.
Her disciple grinned back, echoing her pleasure. 

"The sun shines every day.  Some days clouds hide it, but in late summer
the sun shines every day.  Late in the afternoon, when the sun is 
setting, it glows red, sometimes."  He cocked his head to one side, dug 
his hand into his leather carriel and pulled out a peach.  Holding it 
out, he offered: "Fruit?" but deep within he realized "she is a 
goddess". 

The goddess leaned toward him, grasped his hand with the peach and
slowly brought it to her dark, full lips.  Between his fingers he felt 
her ivory teeth nibbling, nibbling, savoring.  Their eyes met in the 
silence, invitingly.  She sat back. 

"At sunset, how are the rays of the sun?" 

He grasped her meaning instantly. "Infra-red!" he blurted. "We all
learned that in science class, years ago." 

"Right.  Tell me about this infra-red." 

"Well, for one thing, it is hot.  Fast food restaurants use it to keep
hamburgers warm." 

"And could it burn a tree?" she asked, reaching for the half-eaten
peach. 

His brow furrowed.  "No, I don't think so.  It's hot enough to burn the
moss away from the bark, I've noticed." 

"You mean the infra-red rays from the sun are not hot enough to set the
tree on fire, but they are hot enough to kill the moss and dry it up, 


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