Early nomadic humans often sought refuge in caves. Eventually over time their hunting and tool-making skills enabled them to live outside on farm and small villages. But after the climate debacle made farming pointless people with skills left the towns and farm and returned to the caves. My dream starts at the mountain where the survivors left on three distinct tiers: bottom, middle, and top-level caves. most successful survivors now dwelled near the icy mountaintop.
The original cave dwellers originally sought ready-made caverns on the bottom with good access to hunting for prey, fruits, and nuts. Then the more skilled ones went up to the middle mountain level to carve out their own caves. They used primitive tools to enlarge openings and create separate rooms. The mountain was then connected with a system of pathways.
And finally, the younger ones established a line of caves in the upper snow capped region of the mountain. Collectively the mountain became a commerce hub with raw materials gathered at the base, then processed in the middle, and finally assembled into usable clothing, tools and food storage devices. The excess was taken by the top wellers to special sites for trading with extra-terrestrial visitors who left behind sophisticated medicines, digital tools, and directions for all the artifacts that were to following like plumbing, oven cooking, and battery operated consumer goods.
The mountain base cave dwellers went by the known as Retrievers since they retrieved raw materials from the jungle. The Retrievers would take their gatherings up to the middle layer cave dwellers know as Makers or Manufacturers. They turned carcasses hides into clothing, cured meat for storage, discovered how herbs could heal, and melt primitive stone into ores that made reliable axes, spear heads. Later these skills became the basis for making spiritual goblets, long-term beverage and food storage containers, along with kettles and pans for making better tasting food. These basic goods were traded up to the next level to the Traders who provided them with finished clothing, sharpened tools, record keeping devices, and a mail delivery system. But only about 40% of the manufactured goods were good enough to be traded to the upper level. The rest seemed had to be re-used in a welfare system set up for the bottom level. This built strong respect for the different cave dwellers living on ALL levels. This stratified existence was most visible upon the king of mountains known to the Swahilis as Mount Kilimanjaro. The true origin of the name Kilimanjaro remains a mystery even today.
The Traders may have been the cleverest of the bunch, certainly they could also be described as sedentary—and by some as lazy. Traders rarely left their caves except to trade with those above and below. Traders were often over-weight and spent more time making a deal than producing anything useful.
Everything produced by the middle Maker level folk was coded digitally on old primitive computers and printed onto something called a disk. When the Traders took up their most valuable goods to the top level they had to wear heavy clothes as they entered the fringes of the snow-capped landscape. They would leave behind their primitive goods along with a disk that included a coded inventory for the supplies. Dressed in special snow survival garb the upper level cave dwellers known as the Ice Landers.
The middle level Makers spent most of their time in the caves. They worked tirelessly to keep the fires going for heating and cooking. And remaining time was spent turning pelts into more refined goods known as heavy costumes (we would call clothing). Their life was centering on manufacturing and keeping warm.
Working with design changes demanded by the upper Ice Landers, their “costume” covered or encased them from head to toe. It had small bags for waste products with an external hole for “leavings” as they were called. Whenever they had to relieve themselves you would hear the howling from the biting cold as the external flap was opened. These outfits were only washed in the spring and summer. Everyone seemed to agree these garments were a giant step forward for mankind. (Editor’s note—It had become their Moon walk phrase.)
In this dream I am wearing one of the skin costumes and traipsing across the upper regions with Ice Landers. Our small group is going from cave to cave during a two-week trading session. It was during this trading adventure that I learned about the mountain’s inhabitants and the strange space visitors who came seasonally to trade their magic “toys” for materials left behind on the mountaintop.
At the change of every seasons the Ice Landers made sure their clothing was intact and sealed before going up to the mountain top. The group would ascend with “gifts” for the space gods. These were more finished products like sown clothing, iron shaped tools, preserved meats, and tablets for writing and record keeping. Half way to the top, they make a camp and elect the youngest and most fit to continue the journey to the top. Typically, this includes 3 to 5 men and women. And just as typically, only one would return with the “space booty.”
You see, the space visitors were fine with trading but held their privacy extremely close to their heart-heads. They wanted to remain cosmically private to the nth degree—and told the Ice Landers just to leave behind objects, not people. If they saw someone nearby they got what was called the “beam” and that person disappeared. Only, the cleverest, who put on an animal skin and aroma, escaped detection. They would return to the cave with fabulous stories, and duly rewarded with first bite into the roasted meats. Most refused to put on the animal skins and aromas because they felt this was a call to evolve backwards, down the mountain, and into the jungle—thereby insulting their gods.
The one or two over time who returned from the mountaintop described how the giant air ship descended but never actually landed on the ground. They had magical tools for drawing the Ice Lander offerings into the space vessel. Then the visitors left behind the finished and advanced goods the Ice Landers craved. It had worked like this forever, and was now being made into a Mini-Series special…commercial free, we’re told.
By Martin Kimeldorf