Secrets of Liberty Mountain (Final)

"Before we resume, I want to thank our kitchen crew for a fantastic, as usual, flash-banquet. Well done, thank you," Sheila said as she held her gavel in the ready position.

With plumbing and dietary needs satisfied, a soothing and comfortable afterglow had fallen over the proceedings. It wouldn't last long, but at least we were starting with an advantage. Deliberation was going to determine the outcome of this debate. Other than adding my own voice, I had no control over the discussion.

A fundamental truth of democracy: having the freedom to speak is no guarantee you'll win the vote.

The rap of the gavel sent a jolt of energy into the gathering and created a new life form as individual participants assumed the dynamic of an assembly; the meeting itself became a living being with a mind of its own.

"We have a membership question before us: shall Dennis Richards be admitted as a member of the Liberty Mountain Society of Sisters?" Sheila paused for a moment as she shuffled her notes.

"Debate will continue until all parties have had the opportunity to speak or the chair determines that a consensus has been reached. At that time I will entertain a motion to call the question. A simple majority vote is sufficient to close debate. A two-thirds vote is required for passage of the motion. Are there any questions?"

She scanned the silent room.

"Good. Anyone wishing to speak in support, please stand and be recognized." Sheila leaned forward in her chair and studied the crowd. "Yes, Brenda what is on your mind?" She called on the quartermaster waving her hand in the air.

Brenda's demeanor was confident and self-assured as she stepped onto the stage and took a handheld microphone from Sheila. "I will vote to give this man a home with us at Liberty Mountain. He is a fellow veteran, and I give him the benefit of the doubt. He is welcome to share our home."

She handed Sheila the microphone and returned to her seat.

"Does anyone wish to speak in opposition to the question?" Sheila studied the assembly and called upon the Frost Queen rising out of her chair.

"I don't want him here. I did not work fifteen years building this place to share it with a man. I don't think any of us did. He has no place here. He has to go. That's all I have to say. For now."

Frosty's glare sent chills up my spine; she was not somebody to be trifled with. About twenty-five years younger than me, Belinda was, despite the thin faint vertical dimple slashed across the right side of her lips, a strikingly handsome woman with eyes of different colors. The effect was striking. Her right eye was hazle, while on her left side, an intensely blue eye peered out from beneath long strands of brown hair, so dark as to be almost black.

Beginning just below her nose and ending just above her chin, the line from the old wound was more a dent than a scar. The injury left her thin lips in the shape of a smiling frown or a frowning smile, depending on her mood.

For the next forty-five minutes, I watched in frustrated apprehension as the debate ebbed and flowed between positive and negative while the assembly struggled to find a consensus between polar opposites. The hatred of the Frost Queen stood in sharp contrast to Alice's affection. Starshine, Darlene, and our supportive quartermaster had done an excellent job presenting the case for my membership. They even won over a few of Belinda's friends by promising to hold a special meeting and kick me out the front door if I turned out to be an asshole.

The debate had pretty much run dry, and the meeting was starting to re-plow the same ground when Our Lady of the Glacier got in the last word. Belinda stood and made the motion to call the question. The resounding chorus of "I second the motion!" left no doubt that debate was over. The vote to end debate passed without opposition.

Decision time had arrived.

"I remind everyone that this vote requires a two-thirds majority for passage. All those in favor of the motion to allow Mr. Richards to join the Liberty Mountain Society of Sisters, please signify by saying, 'aye.'"

I breathed a sigh of relief when an overwhelming majority of the Sisterhood sang out a boisterous, "Ayiii!"

The relief was short-lived when a rumble of NOs answered in the negative.

"Too close to call. I'll need a manual count. All those voting in the affirmative, please raise your right hand."

Sheila divided the room and asked Rusty to count one side of the hall while Marjorie, from the kitchen crew, was drafted as a teller to count the votes on the other side.

"Rusty, your count?"

"Twelve"

"Marjorie?"

"Eleven"

"All those voting in the negative, please raise your left hand," Sheila instructed the meeting as the tellers again did a manual count.

"Four 'No' votes," Rusty reported from Starshine's side of the hall.

"Ten," Marjorie called out from the Frost Queen's side of the room.

"Our membership being thirty-seven and the vote being twenty-three in the affirmative and fourteen in the negative, the motion does not meet the twenty-four vote threshold required for a two-thirds majority. Motion fails."

Sheila frowned and shook her head as she brought the gavel down with a crash that echoed off the walls like the crack of doom.

"What'll we do with him?" a voice called out.

"Good question. We'll take it up in thirty minutes. We stand in recess and will reconvene in a half hour," Sheila declared as rapped the gavel on the table and quickly left the stage.

The dismayed and perplexed expression on her face as she stormed toward the exit did nothing to ease my rising anxiety. I looked around the hall as the room erupted in conversation. The majority of sisterhood was not happy with the results of the vote.

"Now what?" I asked Alice as I wrapped my hands around a steaming cup of coffee and tried to think my way out of a box with no visible exit.

"I don't know." Alice comforted me with a hug. "We'll think of something."

One lousy vote?! I felt like the guy who busted his butt running a marathon only to trip over his shoelaces a few yards short of the finish line. My mood did not improve when two of the women who hung out and voted with the Frost Queen stopped by to offer their condolences. They were in their late twenties or early thirties and could have passed for twin sisters.

"We thought you were going to win; otherwise we would never have voted no," said the first woman.

"It's nothing personal. I don't care if you live here, but it's her," she said, glancing at the Frost Queen.

"We voted to keep the boss happy." The first one grabbed her friend by the arm and turned to walk away.

"Yeah, she's a bitch when she gets pissed," her companion said over her shoulder.

Great! Peer pressure once again trumps judgement.

I pulled out my pack of cigarettes and fumbled with my lighter while I walked over to the fireplace, took a seat on the hearth and lit up. No point in pissing folks off with smoke; the updraft would take care of that problem.

"There you are!" Darlene shouted as she raced across the room with Alice at her side running to keep up. "We've got some good news!"

"We've been talking to a bunch of our friends. They feel awful about the vote. We think we've come up with a compromise that everyone in the Sisterhood can live with, even Belinda."

Alice hugged me as Darlene kissed my cheek.

"Okay, you've got my attention. Tell me more."

About now, I was willing to listen to any suggestion. I was stuck at the bottom of the well; maybe they had found an exit. The flicker of overhead lights singled an end of recess. The Society's meeting was reconvening.

Alice and I took our seats on opposite sides of Sheila. Madame Moderator never bothered to look up. She was the image of intense concentration as she hurriedly flipped the pages of a speckled black composition notebook. Sheila paused for a moment to read the page, smiled, and using a pencil as a bookmark, closed the journal.

I did a double take when I noticed the hand-lettered title of the journal: "Things Worth Remembering."

A diary? Seriously?

The hall was on edge with anticipation as the audience waited for Sheila's next move.

"Welcome again to deliberations. We have returned to business, and the floor is open. Rise and be recognized. Speak truthfully so that we may better know your mind."

The hammer's bang! echoed from the walls.

"Together, we built this place as a shelter to survive whatever fate may throw at us. This is our refuge, our sanctuary, and our fortress. We've poured our lives, our values, and everything we hold dear into Liberty Mountain and this Society."

Sheila rose from her chair and walked to the center of the stage. "We've done well for ourselves. Now we face a dilemma, and he's sitting over there. What are we going to do with this man?" Sheila pointed to me.

"What is your pleasure? She asked the assembly.

Right on cue, there was a rustle of movement as Starshine rose to her feet and awaited permission to speak.

"Proceed," the Moderator gestured.

"I move Dennis Richards be admitted to the Liberty Mountain Society of Sisters as an affiliate member with all the..." Alice's daughter squinted to read her handwritten note and continued, "...er, ahh, with all the privileges of membership with the exception of voting and the ability to hold office."

The twisting knot of tension building in my gut relaxed as the amphitheater erupted in an overwhelming roar of enthusiastic approval as at least a dozen voices called out, "Second!"

"Order!" Sheila rapped the hammer twice in quick succession.

"I regret the motion fails to meet the requirements of our bylaws and covenant which specifically prohibits us from considering a name for membership a second time. Motion disallowed," Sheila announced as she returned to her seat.

The thundering din of protest and shouts of disapproval greeted the chair's ruling as angry and confused members voiced their disapproval. My throat tightened, and I shivered as a sense of impending doom chilled my body. Alice's eyes mirrored my fear and uncertainty while Sheila repeatedly sounded the gavel and attempted to restore order to the gathering.

Gradually, the noise of the unruly protest died as members looked to their leader for guidance. Sheila stood behind her chair with her arms extended and the palms of her hands held flat as she moved them in a downward call for calm.

"I understand you are disappointed, but when I accepted the position as your leader, I swore an oath to uphold and defend our charter. I have no choice but to rule as I have," Sheila said with a frown. She didn't like her ruling any more than her members.

"Now what'll we do with him?" several voices called out.

"I told you we have a dilemma on our hands. Our rules require all who reside at Liberty Mountain also be members of our society." Sheila shook her head, "That pathway is closed to us. He can't stay here."

"Then send him away," the Frost Queen yelled out.

"He's done nothing wrong. Throwing him outta here in the dead of winter is a death sentence. We would be wrong to do that. We can't do that!" Alice broke down in tears and sobbed into her hands.

"It's okay, we'll think of something." Sheila placed a comforting arm around Alice.

"Like what?" Alice asked between sobs.

"I don't know. I haven't thought of it yet," Sheila said with a shrug which ended in a hug. "Give me time."

"I don't understand how good rules can be so bad. He's a decent man, and he saved my life when we were trapped by the blizzard. I would never have made it home without him."

Alice sniffled and blew her nose and proceeded to walk down memory lane as she recalled our time together in the abandoned mine shaft. I squirmed with discomfort as she described, in excessively explicit detail, our farting game and the mutual bestowing of SkyWolf and Seraina as secret names in our sweaty christening ritual.

"He's not the same man he was when he first came to us. Our experiences in that dark place changed each of us. I'm not the same person I used to be, and neither is he."

Alice rose from her chair and nearly smothered me in a fierce hug.

"Madame Moderator! Madame Moderator!" Darlene shouted as she jumped to her feet with her arm waving in the air. "I move SkyWolf be admitted to the Society of Sisters as a non-voting affiliate member.

Sheila reclined in her seat and studied Darlene for a few moments before leaning forward and brushing a stray strand of hair from her eyes. The leader's silence was unnerving, as was the silence in the room. It was as if everyone had forgotten how to breathe. The leader closed her eyes in intense concentration for several seconds and took a deep breath before speaking.

"Martha, can you come here for a minute?" Sheila called the head of the kitchen crew to the stage.

Sheila stood with the gavel in her hands as Martha approached.

"My position does not allow me to speak to motions before the body. To do so, I am asking that Martha temporarily assume the duties of a moderator. There is a motion on the floor, and I would like to offer a second."

Sheila handed the symbol of authority to Martha. "I second Darlene's motion. I think SkyWolf will be a wonderful addition to our society."

"So moved and seconded. Discussion?" Martha paused and surveyed the silent hall.

Crickets.

"Hearing none, all those in favor please signify by saying 'aye,'" Martha called out.

I noticed that the Frost Queen stood silently with her arms crossed as the thundering roar of approval echoed from the rafters.

"All those in opposition?"

Again crickets as Frosty and her companions remained silent. The motion passed without objection.

"Brother SkyWolf, are you prepared to take the oath of the sisterhood? Sheila asked after several moments of silence.

"I am, "I said as I took my place next to the leader.

"Raise your right hand and repeat after me" the commander turned to face me and mirrored my movements as she lifted her right hand into the air and said, "I, SkyWolf vow that I will strive to be truthful and kind to all whom I meet. I will not be cruel. I will treat friend and foe alike, with respect, dignity, and compassion, even if I think they don't deserve it. I will not hate."

Thus SkyWolf was born into the Society of Sisters.

As for the unused page Sheila had bookmarked in her journal?

I smiled when I read her handwriting: "It is not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change - Charles Darwin."

Chapter 28

Consciousness came slowly, on the installment plan, one sensation at a time.

I groaned and opened my eyes to a room full of sunshine. Dancing clusters of sparkles and glowing dust motes drifted in the sunbeams filling my field of vision as I attempted to focus and give the optical center of my brain a chance to sort out the dazzling array of visual information. For several seconds I stared at the ceiling and tried to remember where I was. Naked, comfortable, and warm in bed with my partner next to me, her exposed bottom pressed against my crotch and her erect nipples pressing into my back.

Wait a minute; it's physically impossible to be in two places simultaneously. Darlene lay before me with the innocent smile of a sleeping angel.

"Morning, SkyWolf," the sweet voice of Seraina whispered in my ear.

I turned my head and found myself nose to nose with a smile and a set of laughing eyes. She rapidly kissed my cheek, speed being her defense against morning breath.

My Lord! That woman brought "bright eyed and bushy tailed" to an absurd level. No sane person is so chipper in the morning.

"No time, I gotta pee." I touched my lips against her forehead as I clamored over her on my way to the lavatory.

"Need any help?" she asked as she reached for my genitals.

"No thanks, I'll handle it." I brushed her hand away and dashed for the bathroom.

Someday I'm going to have to write a book: Zen and the Art of Elimination. I usually mediated when I took a dump. Hey, we've got to think of something when we do our business. I figured I might as well use the process of voiding to find enlightenment along with relief.

The morning chill had left the potty seat so cold my balls wanted to climb back inside my body. I squirmed and tried to find a warm spot as shivers ran up my spine and rattled my teeth. What the fuck happened last night? How did I end up naked between those two sexy women? I racked my hung-over mind and stumbled through a misty fog bank of blurry memories filed away in last night's memory folder.

Exhibits A-D: Four steaming and delicious mugs of hot buttered rum and homemade brandy (a federal offense).

Exhibits E-F: Two contests to determine who could take the most hits from a marijuana-filled hookah in sixty seconds. It became the loser's task to equal the winner's toke total. I won the first series and lost the second.

Exhibits G: Seraina and my lady love shuffling a deck of cards and suggesting we relax by playing a round of strip poker.

Then the record fades to gray, too fuzzy to read or remember. I wonder, did I have a good time?

Hangovers are major impediments to thoughtful contemplation. A hangover is also a significant impediment to meditation. Instead of contemplating my navel, I stared at the ceramic tiles between my bare feet and tried not to throw up and tried to make sense out of the fast forty-eight hours. I held my head between my hands and stared at the bathroom flooring between my toes. I was startled to notice the colony's toilet paper carried designs which matched the natural floral patterns baked into the ceramic squares.

In the sport of survivalism, you win if you don't die. While I was miles away from mastering details of play, I had a hunch there were no sections devoted to designer TP in any prepper's manual. My head hurt thinking about it.

The joy I felt at no longer being Sheila's "guest-prisoner" quickly faded as the ongoing war in my gut went nuclear. I sort of recall a post-midnight kitchen raid as my girlfriend, Seraina, Starshine, and I foraged for snacks and goodies. Anything to feed a wicked case of the munchies. Kitchen-Karma got its revenge as my stomach bubbled, gurgled, and churned like a science project gone bad. I clamped my jaws shut and fought the urge to hurl.

"Oh my fucking word, this sucks," I moaned.

I couldn't think of a worse way to start a day. Foolish me. Diarrhea, the third Rider of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, hangover style, took its turn next to Nausea in a neck-and-neck run for the finish line first.

As I knelt before the porcelain throne, two fears overcame me. First, I thought I might die. Then, I was fearful I might live. For the next fifteen minutes, I bent double, maybe triple, as I wrung myself out and drained the swamp from both ends.

Memo to self: booze is not your friend.

When I stepped under the hot shower to help me to take my mind off my misery, Darlene called out, "You better hustle. Sheila wants to see you in her office in thirty minutes."

Ninety minutes and four cups of coffee later, feeling like a wide-awake dishrag, I knocked at Sheila's door and waited for an answer.

"You're late," Sheila announced with a frown as I entered her office.

I stood before the desk. "Better late than never."

"Better never late, take a seat," Sheila replied as she shuffled and arranged the stack of papers on her desk. "Congratulations, you're now a citizen of Liberty Mountain's Sisterhood. Welcome to our society."

She gave me an ironic smile. Sheila wore her casual attire like a uniform. Her weathered jeans were a perfect match for her lumberjack flannel shirt.

"Care for a nip of cognac to celebrate?"

She reached into the desk drawer and produced two shot glasses followed by a flask of amber-gold DIY liquor.