photo by Mimimiamata enhanced as illustration by orange
The Hooju is an ancestor spirit of the first Man of Mud. As you know the creators found it necessary to develop a spirit vessel just prefect for the divine spark. Creator loved man of mud and was so sad that he could not withstand the rains and melted away with each shower. Creator said that man of mud could not vanish completely for he was a part of the whole marvelous plan of Earth itself.
So he allowed that man of mud should live on as long as earth and could continuously transform from mountain to sea, that he would one day be idealized in the very essence of sculpture, architecture, and hold the face of posterity, even be touch and loved by the hands of the chosen ones. However; due to the nature of his being he would indeed melt away with the rains and become the mud of the rivers and waterways until the end of time.
It was decided that man of mud would no longer to be called Atom and was renamed by the creators now he was called Hooju for his photonic crystal fibers and exciting waves as he emerged again and again from the great magma. One find day Hooju was just laying low and drifting along an ancient rivers edge when he looked up to see a tiny form drifting his way. He watched in amazement for it was different than anything he had ever seen before. It smelled of the soft green grass and sweet honeysuckle vines in spring water. To Hooju's surprise the tiny new creature was awake and singing a most enchanting song.
As it sank deep into the darkness of the water it's little body held a small glow and it's bright eyes opened wide staring straight into the face of Hooju. With one big gulp and smiling brightly the small creature wrapped it's tiny pink arms around the Hooju and fell into a lost in time sleep.
Hooju sensed a special spirit in this drifting creature and felt tremendous sadness. He cried out from each ripple and rock, but alas his cries went unheard. As he felt the life go out of the laughing child he embraced it and gave to the small creature a portion of his own life energy, for Hooju knew that in the magic of clay was the binding charge and connection between all life forms.
The creators came to seek out the tiny lost spark before it was lost into the darkness of never was, and when they heard the brook's laughter and saw all saw happiness and rolling joy of Hooju and the mud covered babies flowing over the whole of the world together, they smiled and said this shall be the way of all the babies lost in the muddy water of the world, and they will be called mudbabies and dance and sing in a timeless parade of souls.
Mudbabies knew they would never have to go into the darkness alone but they could no longer leave the water and walk with strong legs upon the land. Their tiny clay bodies would live through out earths time in the loving company of the Hooju man and all the other little children lost to the world below the waters reflections.
The End
by Orange
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