Two Wrongs Finally Make Aright - Part III

Aside from the enormous eyes, one of the most distinguishable features was the three tufts of a hairlike substance on top of the smooth, bronze colored head. These were evenly spaced in a triangle pattern with two of them directly over the two large eyes. The third was located where the Brahmanic aperture would be found on Earth humans. Each tuft was of a golden braided stringlike substance which waved like kelp in the sea. On the end of each strand was the typical eight pointed star. The strands were all of the same length but each individual had a different length according to their height. If one of them turned toward the other, the golden strands on the two foremost tufts pointed toward each other. He then noticed that on some of the taller individuals, the Brahmanic tuft was covered with a brilliant green emerald-like substance and that these seemed to be the ones that the others turned to the most. Often in turn, a group of three or four would approach a green-tuft and appear to communicate and bow. This bow was returned by the Green-Tuft.
“Darjeeling, you have saved our precious Kah-chee-Nahz and we are grateful.” Stephen heard this fill the room and echo and reverberate as the sound filled his head. All of them were looking at him now and were bowing towards him. He bowed back and the white stars that had held him were now released. He was able to talk. He tried to explain how he had gotten the Kachinas. “They were in an auction and I picked up the smaller one and I felt power drain out of me leaving me weak. Then they seemed to be speaking to me telepathically and telling me to take them home.”
“That is the way with the Kah-chee-Nahz,” he heard in his mind and the echo in the room. He tried to tell which individual was speaking to him and finally settled on the one nearest with the brightest green tuft. “They sought you out and called you to them. Then you built the octagonal deck as you call it. The Kah-chee-Nahz had you do that so we could come to them and take them home.”
“You are most welcome here,” Darjeeling bowed toward the tall one. He stuck out his hand toward the tall one but was stopped.
“You cannot touch us yet because we are not whole in this place. Soon you will see us as we really are, but until then you cannot touch us. It would be too much for you to withstand because of our green energy. We will change this soon so we will be more compatible with you. But for now, we are leaving.”
“Don’t go!” Darjeeling started forward but felt the two stars on his chest again.
“We will return soon,” the voice echoed.
“I want to go with you!” he pleaded.
“That is not possible yet, either,” Tall One said, “Someday maybe as you often say here.” And with that all of them turned toward the door, two of them reverently carrying the two Kachinas on pedestals of green light. Tall One, the last to leave, turned to Darjeeling and said, pointing toward the digital clocks and thermometers, “The two that read the same temperature are wrong, the third is right.”
Darjeeling watched as they all rode the green light to the center of the deck and dissolved, one by one, into its glow.