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Beyond the bay chapter 8: Home not-quite home

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“You’re welcome in our home as long as you need.”

The lair the Splintersons entered in many ways resembled the one they knew. It was big and open, and as clean as one could possibly hope a sewer to be. It wasn’t as cluttered as the lair Leo knew best, and there certainly seemed to be a lot more room and space to stretch out. Graffiti was plentiful, Michelangelo’s style just as abstract and bold as Mikey’s contributions were on the walls back home. Candles were lit on raised shelves to provide a pleasant scent of lavender and spring into the air.

“It’s lovely.” Splinter beamed ear-to-ear as he reached out with his senses to take in everything the living space had to offer. “However did you get it so neat?”

“Donnie thinks it used to be an old survival bunker back before dad found it.” Raphael commented.

“Speaking of which, where is your father?” Splinter asked, “I haven’t seen him in ages and I should like to catch up.”

It was like the very air in the room dropped several degrees, all four Hamato’s stiffening. Raphael clenched his jaw and his fists, while Leonardo and Donatello bunched their shoulders in a similarly tense motion. Splinter frowned and looked to the youngest; Michelangelo’s head ducked so low that only his eyes were peeking over the edge of his plastron.

“He uh…” Raphael started, then immediately stopped when no words that came to mind sounded right.

“He’s taking a nap.” Leonardo assisted, a hand going out to grip Raphael’s; Raphael returned the pressure as he let himself breathe. “He doesn’t like to be disturbed.”

“Of course.” Splinter nodded slowly, tail twitching a sign to his confused sons to not question the situation further. “Us old rats certainly need our rest.”

Splinter laughed. Encouraged by the rats happy noise, Michelangelo slowly peeked his head back out of his shell with a slight giggle and smile. No one seemed to know what to say. The box turtle brothers shouldered their way deeper into the lair to start exploration of the place that would shelter them. Mikey, with Klunk in one arm, went to pluck a lit candle off of a shelf to smell; a sharp rebuttal from Splinter’s tail was all it took to correct and remind him not to touch. He still wanted to stay there to admire the plumes of smoke, but his entourage of older brothers forced him to keep going; not one of them had any plans of leaving their brother to his own devices. Not when his right side was so tight he could hardly move it. That, plus this strange new environment, made the instinct to protect the smallest brother grew to new heights. Slowly, like a herd of lumbering cattle, they made their way deeper into the living room area. Raph couldn’t help but whistle at the sight of the beautiful decor, admiring the fancy couch and neat stitch-work on the hand-made cushions. Donnie was more enraptured by the projection screen than anything else, his eyes like specks of gold in the earth as he approached the machine with eager chirps, only to be met with the same painful reminder from Splinter to not touch.

Raph gave a snort and shook his head before turning his full attention back to his friends, shifting his toothpick to the opposite side of his mouth. Michelangelo remained focused on the small piece of wood, his eyes like pin pricks at the nasty habit. He had figured Raph would eventually grow out of it! Alas, it was not to be, and here Raph was, still chewing on that nasty stick of wood.

“You all really seemed to have eh… buffed up since last we met.” Raph commented, crossing his arms.

“And you got uglier, if that’s possible.” Leonardo snapped back, lips pulling into a devilish grin.

“Leo—” Raphael started to correct, but Raph only laughed a deep, belly laugh.

“You’re just as snappy as ever, I see.” Raph gave Leonardo a smack on the back, which sent the turtle stumbling. Raph winced at his mistake and drew slightly into himself. “Oof. Sorry!”

Leonardo caught himself and laughed it off. Leo shot a glare over to Raph, who only shrugged in a ‘what are you gonna do?’ motion. Leo decided it best not to cause unnecessary conflict, so he shook his head and tried to push the altercation to the back of his mind.

“Come here, little man!” Raph opened an arm and pulled Michelangelo closer, giving him a tight squeeze. He rubbed Michelangelo’s head with his knuckles, almost choking the younger boy as Michelangelo tried to pull himself free of the bicep’s tight grip. Once he had successfully freed himself, Raph crouched down to Michelangelo’s level. “Lemme see ya! You gotten big, kid!”

Michelangelo puffed out his chest and cheeks proudly, putting hands on his hips and glowing under the praise.

“Oh, so he gets to call you little man?” Raphael asked, his voice almost hurt.

“Don’t start a fight, Raphie!” Michelangelo huffed, pointing at Raphael.

“I certainly wouldn’t want to get in a scuff wit’ ya.” Raph commented, and Raphael seemed just as proud of the compliment as Michelangelo had been. “You're as big as my Don now!”

Donnie and Raphael fell back to back with each other, Leonardo and Michelangelo both jumping on the opportunity to judge the height differences. Michelangelo scrambled up Donnie like a jungle gym to get better leverage and a more level view.

“Actually, I think Raph is a little bigger.” Leonardo said, then gave a side glance to Mikey. “What says the jury?”

“I say that’s a very big boi.” Michelangelo nodded and stated matter-a-factly.

“Heh, how’s it feel to be the second tallest, Ding-Don?” Raph smirked, nudging Donnie with his elbow.

Donnie tensed at the elbow to his side, readjusted his glasses, and said, “I don’t know Raph; how’s it feel to be the third tallest?”

Raph blinked. “Shit.”

“Language!” Splinter corrected Raph with a whip of his tail.

“Gee, he really likes doing that.” Leonardo commented, leaning over to whisper to his counterpart.

“You have no idea.” Leo laughed breathlessly, shaking his head.

Michelangelo, meanwhile, had found a new favorite game; Donnie, resigned to being Michelangelo’s plaything, held out his arm so the younger box turtle could swing on it like it was a monkey bar. It didn't cost the tech genius anything more than time, and seeing the little box turtle so happy and laughing made his heart flood with just as much joy. He remembered when Mikey had been like that, so happy to hang on his brothers like they were the most fun game in the lair. Mikey still did it from time to time, but it was different coming from another young box turtle.

Michelangelo swung several more times before he launched himself off of Donnie’s arm, flying through the air and landing perfectly on Leo’s shoulders. Leo flinched at the sudden weight on his shoulders but, when he recognized Michelangelo, he gave a smile and left the turtle to his devices. From there, Michelangelo jumped to Raph, who had been expecting the change and caught the little turtle in one arm. Michelangelo started to climb over Raph like a spidermonkey, giggling the whole time, before he got to Raph’s shoulders and launched himself at Mikey.

Mikey’s immediate instinct was to reach out with his Right arm.

“Mikey, wait—“ Donnie tried to warn.

Mikey caught Michelangelo—and immediately cried out. His arm bulged, veins looking ready to burst at the strain. It took all the focus of his training to not drop Michelangelo outright, instead carefully lowering the younger turtle to the ground before falling against the wall clutching his arm. Klunk scrambled from Mikey’s grip, terrified of the sudden commotion.

“Nnngnnoo, Klunky…”

Donnie was with his brother in seconds, supporting Mikey’s weight while whispering low and urgent to the mutant. Before he realized his feet were moving, Leonardo was there too, helping to calm and stabilize Mikey as the box turtle writhed and cried. He immediately started to guide Mikey and Donnie toward the medbay, and the rest of the mutants followed like lost puppies. They stopped at the threshold of the sterile environment, staring helplessly inside as Leonardo and Donnie guided Mikey to a bed do he could rest.

“Something happened, didn't it?” Leonardo whispered to Donnie, hopefully low enough where Mikey couldn’t hear them.

Donnie gave a weak nod, keeping his voice just as low. “Partial seizure with overall shaking and hypertonic after-effects on his right side.”

“Does your family know?”

Donnie shook his head. “I haven’t told them yet. They know something happened, just not what.”

“Alright.” Leonardo nodded, “What triggered it?”

“I… I don’t know. We've been having a lot more bumps and falls lately. And there was this light…”

“Dudes.” Mikey said finally, his voice weak. “I’m fine. Seriously!”

Leonardo and Donnie exchanged unsure looks before Leonardo turned his attention back to the patient.

“I know you are.” Leonardo said with a bright smile, “But it might help the big softies back there if you let us give you a quick workup.”

Leonardo nodded to the crowd at the doorway, who were all finding their own space to peek in and watch with eyeridges creased in concern. Mikey leaned to get a better view of them, and then fell back into place.

“Okay.” Mikey relented.

“That’s the spirit.” Leonardo nodded, and then stood up so he could better address his eldest brother. “Raph, maybe you should get everyone situated?”

Raphael took the hint with a gruff growl and started to usher everyone away from the doorway to leave the medics and their patient in peace.

“Well eh…” It took Raphael a second to think of a new subject, “Sleeping arrangements! I was thinking your Raph and Mikey could take over my room, Leo and Donnie can share Donatello’s room, and you, sensei, can take Leonardo’s room.”

“Oh, we couldn’t!” Splinter tried to dismiss, “Just a couple blankets and pillows should suffice!”

“Nonsense!” Raphael bellowed, “It’s my house, and I’m gonna treat my guests however I want, and I want you all to be comfortable while you’re staying here! Besides, I can’t let an old man sleep on the floor! Leonardo’s bed’s the most comfortable for… your eh… for your back…”

Raphael trailed off, off-put by the sharp, dark eyes of Splinter. Raph and Leo both covered their mouths with a sharp intake of breath, eyes bulging as they quickly divulged away from Splinter.

“I’m not old.” Splinter said in a tone as if he was daring Raphael to contradict. “I’m fifty-seven. Fifty-seven is not old.”

Raphael’s head started to shrink into his shell and his lips pursed in a pouty face. “Am I in trouble…?”

With a kick of his foot, Splinter caught his sandal in a hand and held it out to Raphael with a knowing look. No more words had to be exchanged for the meaning to get across. Splinter replaced his sandal.

“Well… you should still take the bedrooms!” Michelangelo insisted, “That’a way me and my brothers can have a big ol’ sleepover in my room!”

The box turtle struck a happy pose, one leg in the air and his hands clasped together as he beamed. Splinter took one look at him and sighed; he couldn’t say no to that face.

“Thank you for your generosity.” Splinter gave a bow of his head to Raphael, “I promise you we will leave your home in as well of a shape as we found it.”

“Yeah, it’s no sweat.” Raphael said.

“I’ll have Shelldon sanitize and prepare the rooms.” Donatello declared as he typed a message onto his wristband.

“Who?” Raph asked.

As an answer, a force whizzed by his head, with a voice to match. “BOOYAKASHA!”

“What was that?!” Leo gawked, not sure whether or not it was appropriate to grab his swords.

“That was Shelldon.” Donatello said simply, reaching over to close Leo’s mouth for him.

Raph stared after the drone, shaking his head. “Don’s gonna have a geek-gasm…”

~~~

Donnie’s immediate reaction upon seeing the drone was to geek out, and to then try to contain the excitement when he remembered how easy it would be to harm the drone if he wasn’t careful. Instead of actually touching Shelldon, he found his hands hovering over the drone and his breath hard to catch.

“Say hi, Shelldon.” Donatello urged.

“Heyyy!” Shelldon’s voice carried a familiar, robotic tone that one would expect for artificial life, but it also held a sort of ‘surfer-bro’ charm to it. Donnie certainly melted over it.

“Heh. He’s kinda like your drone, but interactive.” Raph pointed out.

“Yeah…” Donnie breathed, and only once he was able to break from the paralyzed state of his body did he flip his goggles down over his eyes. “Hi… I’m Donnie. Oh gods you’re beautiful…”

“He enjoys scritches behind all nine of his ears, located here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here!” Donatello pointed out all of the audio sensors on Shelldon’s body.

“Ohhh…” Donnie finally brought his hands to two of the pointed-out hot spots, carefully massaging along the sensitive sensors. When Shelldon began to purr, Donnie automatically returned the noise. “This is the greatest day of my life…”

Raph crossed his arms. “Aaaaaaand he’s gone”

~~~

Everything was wrong. Everything was dark and wet and it was hard to breathe, the smallest drip quaking him to his core. All he could smell was putrid filth, and all he could see was black, and all he could hear was the water around him. He was up to his waist in water, thick with grime and waste, and the fumes wafted up to suffocate his nose. The air burned his lungs in the worst possible way, but he had to keep going. He had to find his troop and harvest the mutagen. He had to find his commander and he couldn’t stop until he had new orders to follow. For the republic!

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Into the Unknown

The strange thing about entering into a foreign environment is that no matter how well prepared you believe you are, all preconceived notions fly out the window as soon as you engage the new reality. I have many friends who have traveled to India. I've heard countless stories and recieved lists of advice before my trip. As I had been traveling for 24 hours straight I was running on about 12 hours of total sleep in the 72 hours prior to my landing in Delhi.

I was told 'go to the desk to get a prepaid taxi'. So after passing through an interaction with a very unwelcoming immigration clerk I picked up my luggage and headed for the prepaid taxi desk. My intention was to only withdraw enough Indian rupees to pay for my taxi and then find a money exchange the following day after a good night's sleep. Everything seemed pretty straightforward. I was taken to the taxi cab and began my journey venturing into the capital of India with 26 million people at 1 am in the morning. I gave the address to my taxi driver and off we went. As we were approaching the neighborhood where my hotel was, he began asking me if I was aware of the Muslim uprising. He told me that there was violence happening against the establishment as disgruntled Muslims were creating chaos in the streets of this particular neighborhood. Then he told me we could not enter the neighborhood because it was blocked off. He told me the only thing we could do was go a local tourist information office and see if there was another hotel available in the area.

New Delhi is a very large Urban area that is impoverished and run down. The tourist information office was the only business with a lit up sign in an otherwise dark and gloomy neighborhood. The Taxi driver brought me inside and spoke quickly in Hindi to the manger of the establishment telling him of my situation. The manger was very nice. He sat me down and greeted me with a big smile as he ordered us a couple hot cups of Chai tea. He told me that his business is funded by the Indian government and that his services were completely free. He asked me what I was planning on doing in India. I told him that I did not have many plans and that I was on an adventure. When I told him I was planning on heading to Rishikesh he advised that I look into a different destination because he said it was seasonly too cold to be in Rishikesh this time of year. He proceeded to draw me a very elaborate map of another area of India I could travel to. He set up a 4 week itinerary including camel back riding in the desert and visiting the wild tiger preserves. It was at this time I began to realize that he was giving me an elaborate sales pitch not legitimately trying to help me out of a confusing situation in the middle of the night. I let him get to the end of his pitch and when he told me the grand total was going to be over $4000 American dollars, I told him that I did not have that kind of money to spend and was looking to travel on a small budget. He asked me how much my budget was. I told him I had come with $1200 dollars. Immediately he kicked back in his seat and laughed hysterically as he brought both hands behind his head. He exclaimed that there is no way that I would be able to live for over 4 weeks on that amount of money. I knew that my time in his office was not going to help me and so I prepared to leave. He offered to call me a taxi and drive me straight up to Rishikesh. The Taxi was going to be $300! I told him that I was not going to pay that and I got up to leave.

When I returned to the taxi I told the driver that if he could take me as close as he could to my hotel that I would take my chances and walk the rest of the way. He was adamant as he told me that that was not a good idea. With his hand touching his heart he told me that he did not feel good about leaving me in a dangerous situation in the middle of the night. He said if I'm not happy then he is not happy. It was endearing to hear of his concern and I opted to trust in his opinion. He told me he would find me a cheaper taxi that works be able to bring me up to Rishikesh. After making several calls; now about 3:30am he finally gave me the thumbs up and said he had arranged a ride. He told me because it was last minute in the middle of the night that it was going to cost me 12,000 rupees or about $170 dollars. I felt that this was my best option considering all the rest of the confusion that was swirling around in my mind. He dropped me off with my new driver, exchanged some more quick conversation in Hindi and then asked that I pay him the 12,000 before going with the next taxi. I paid the fee and also gave him a handsome tip feeling as though he had really helped me out of a potentially dangerous situation where I was none the wiser. I gave him a big hug and off he went.

My new driver did not speak very much English at all and it was difficult to communicate to him when I needed to stop to pee. Given that Rishikesh is a good 4 and 1/2 hour ride from Delhi I was actually resigning to having to hold it the whole way.. fortunately the word toilette seems to carry a universal meaning.

My first experience of witnessing how people in India drive was quite educational. The rules are simple: the road is for everyone to travel on. Whether it be cars, trucks, tractors, scooters, pedestrians, cows, or horse- cart carriages everyone has equal entitlement. There are lines on the road but no one is required to follow them. Anyone can drive anywhere on the road at anytime. Everyone makes full use of their horn at all times (if they have one). The horn basically says "I am here and I am coming through. It is my genuine intention that we do not crash into each other causing undue and unpleasant expenses that neither of us are prepared to forfeit. As crazy and chaotic as it may seem to Americans, it actually is a very wonderful and efficient system. Everyone trusts that everyone else is doing their absolute best, and everyone gets where they need to go at their own pace. In America when you hear someone laying on the horn you can immediately feel their frustration. As if the horn is meant to tell other drivers how bad at driving they are. And if the other driver was not already aware, the person honking the horn has been inconvenienced unexpectedly. In India the horn has such an assertively pleasant and considerate tone that you want to do your best to make navigation around you as enjoyable as possible. If Americans who suffer from road rage were sentenced to driving in India for 1 month, they would come home cured.

After a couple of hours settling into the ride, I finally feel asleep in the back of the taxi for a bit. When I awoke we were far from the city and beginning to enter the northern foothills of the Himalayas. I looked out the window to catch my first glimpse of the sacred Ganges River. The mist was thick as it had settled into the river basin. It appeared that the trees were growing up out of a pillowy cloud as if in a dream. The blood red sun was rising over the hills and shone brightly through the mist as I could stare straight into it. I had the first feeling of entering the mystical Motherland where seekers have journied since time immorial to explore the inner workings of the self. My gratitude for life sprung from my heart.

Then I began to experience my first waves of paranoia. What if the taxi driver I had paid in Delhi was not going to pay the driver who had brought me up north? What if I got to Rishikesh and the current driver was expecting to be paid? I didn't have anymore money with me to pay him. Some part of me knew that I had been taken for a ride, figureitvley. I relaxed into the paranoia and made my peace with whatever the situation may be.

I was told by Spirit on this ride that I was here to understand how to stay centered in my heart no matter what the external circumstances may be. It recommended that I title this chapter of my blog Following the Heart. The premise is based on the idea that what we experience as physical life is no more than a dream. We are built with a mind that is also just part of the dream and so everything that the mind experiences is only from within the perspective of the dream itself. The Heart however exists apart from the dream of life. The heart is concentrated and connected to our Source and our Soul which is eternal and immortal. For a very long time humanity has been operating as if the physical life we know is all that there is. The mind does not remember the time when we chose to fall asleep as The Soul, so to speak, and dream the dream of life. Just as when we wake up in the morning and the dream of the nighttime fades, everything that seemed so real, just a moment ago while we were dreaming, is revealed as only being a dream. The same thing is beginning to happen in our waking reality. We are beginning to wake up and remember that we are living in a physical dream and yet also experience a greater reality in the world of spirit simultaniously. This means that whatever details are occuring in our current life, does not define and control who we are. Especially when we observe events happening around us that are disturbing or fearful, if we are able to understand that it is just a scene occuring as if watching a play on a stage, we would be able to maintain a connection with the peace, love, and Joy of the Soul that can not be shaken. This is the supreme reality of the Heart. It knows this. It experiences this at all times. No matter what the mind has to say, the Heart quietly resides in it's eternal abode of the Soul. The challenge we all face right now is how can we consider what the mind is telling us when it feels threatened and afraid within the world around us and conciously defer to the wisdom of the Heart which is always silently at peace. This is the wisdom that every enlightened sage has ever taught about the true nature of reality and what it is to be human. It is not to deny the emotions and the activity of the mind for the sake of a spiritual principle but rather to utilize the power, guidance, and Grace that is contained within the heart in every moment that can harmoniously navigate the unfolding circumstances of our daily lives. Honoring every experience as that of a Great Divine gift.

Now back to the story.. I was taken to what is called a guesthouse, or hotel/hostel, in the Laxman Jhula area of Rishikesh. My paranoia calmed It turned out that the taxi driver was compensated for the trip and I was released to check in to my room. Finally having a quiet room and ability to let go, I fell soundly asleep.

PS: I was having dinner with my Landlord and a new Frenchmen friend I made the other night. As I was telling them my story of not being able to check into my Hotel in Delhi, they both rolled their eyes. They told me that that is the scam that most taxi companies run on first time tourists. Between the taxi company, driver, tourist information center, the next taxi driver, and the hotel that they took me too were all in on the scam. A taxi ride from Delhi to Rishikesh is in actuality only $50 US dollars. Between the 3 nights for the room I payed for in Delhi that I never made it to, the two taxi rides and the overpriced guesthouse I checked into I was taken for over $300. All the while everyone involved was very nice and acting like they were helping me out. With a big smile on their faces they said "Welcome to India"

Now here is where the rubber meets the road. From the perspective of the mind one can have all sorts of different thoughts. How could they lie and steal from me? What is wrong with those jerks? How could I be so naive and gullible? What a waste of my time and money! Will I not be able to make it with the money I have left? What should I do? From the perspective of the heart one feels only gratitude. What an amazing experience! I am always provided for. I am being guided and cared for at every turn no matter what. To fully experience this living dream I am being asked to sacrifice my logic, reason, efficiency, judgment, and preconceived ideas about what I think should be unfolding in exchange for the peace, love, and joy that my Heart holds for all of creation. Welcome to India indeed.

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