23/07/2025
The Enemy Within or The Shimmering Light on Water, Rose, III, The Enigma Case of Unknown Grisly, Sacrifice (Solace), pg. 29 / 36
The Shimmering Light on Water is a tribute to Takehiko Inoue unfinished Vagabond (1999 – 2015), the unsolved case of Boy “Adam” in London, Thames (2001) and is The Intermediate End of Rose.
The Enemy Within or The Shimmering Light on Water, Rose, III, The Enigma Case of Unknown Grisly, Sacrifice (Solace), pg. 29 / 36
The Shimmering Light on Water is a tribute to Takehiko Inoue unfinished Vagabond (1999 – 2015), the unsolved case of Boy “Adam” in London, Thames (2001) and is The Intermediate End of Rose.
The Enemy Within is intended for Mature Audiences Only given the Adult Themes of Language and Violence.
The Shimmering Light on Water
(The Brothers of The Shadow stand authoritative, proud, powerful, tall, lanky, long, entrenched, in the Red / Black clothing of their controversy, the other coin of their conspiracy, the other side of their morality, the projected Enemy, that merely wrestles, Within every human being, The Light, Shimmering on The Water, of change, The Brothers embrace each other for what seems like an eternity, resembling the youthful photograph residing on The Red Man’s table, St, Castevet, Father of The Holy Cross Church, whispers ever so frantically; “I can still see his face”, William Wilson, The Chief Inspector of SAPS (South African Police Service), responds with the gentle demeanour of purity, “I will always love and protect you”, as both come out of brotherly union, The Saint hisses an obscure healing call watering down Wilson’s anxiety concerning The Narrative, The Author, Detective Rose; “The trick of healing is the end, for that is the beginning, The Genesis”, Wilson, snarls at his Brother’s prophetic agitations remaining stoic in his Marxism, almost self-proclaiming in his rationality, “God is dead, religion is the o***m of the masses”, both characters can feel their Enemy Within of s*xual-trauma, child negligence and violent abuse, both characters can sense that there is a victim hovering below the water invigorating a shimmering light, the atmosphere of the Gemini is dwindling to the oncoming blue-sensitivity of Cancer, within the newly enveloped smoky-cancer, the emblem of SCARS darkens emanating Magnificent Horns enclosed by a golden circle of authoritative-control, The Dome, previously struck with a crimson hue, is tinted in turquoise, the colour, is illuminated by the black/white Masonic tiles that flair a twin-ship that is coming to an end, Gustave Dore’s Lucifer, which centres The Genesis in a concealing-contradiction, hovers behind The Black Cross of Crucifixion, the aspects of its Shadow, is turning, where The Will of Evil, enforces A Sacrificial Good, everything that was, is changing, everything that changes, propels, to what is, the space is distilled in a blue-stillness right before the coming Fire, Deacon Masilela Philani returns to The Dome after returning The Author’s Red Notebook to Room 1 of 23, Castevet simply nods, William Wilson simply nods, both, know, what must be done, suddenly, with a tilt of their heads, the distant door opens to The-Left of The Dome, Deacon Sean Nokes and SAPS Officer Siphiwe Mvuyane, enter the hallow atmosphere of brutal secrets, all five are present, all five are aware of what is hidden, all five understand the necessity for SAGA III, Sacrifice)
Wilson: Siphiwe.
(Grabs a Red Courtleigh from his jacket)
Siphiwe: Chief Inspector.
Wilson: (Looks intently at Siphiwe)
How are you?
Siphiwe: I’m fine.
Wilson: (Nods)
Siphiwe: Sir.
Castevet: Don’t forget your lighter Brother?
Wilson: (Grabs his lighter and lights his cigarette)
(Breathes in)
Castevet: Breathe all that poison in.
Wilson:
(Breathes out)
Fresh as new.
Castevet: (Smiles)
(Looks at his finger nails)
I just got word that due to Marikana your National Police Commissioner is taking The Fall . . .
What is her name again?
Siphiwe: Riah Phiyega.
Castevet: She has been ousted.
Deacon, correct?
Nokes: Correct.
Castevet: It is your move, King Maker.
Or might I say . . .
National Police Commissioner.
Siphiwe: (Looks at William Wilson)
Philani: Change is nigh.
Siphiwe: I can’t believe this.
Castevet: It’s almost as if fiction is mirroring reality.
Would you look at SAPS?
(Smirks)
Wilson:
The Enemy Within.
(Ponders with deep thought and whispers)
Mkhwanazi.
Castevet: Indeed.
Everything is changing now.
Brother.
Wilson:
(Nods)
(Looks back at SAPS Officer, Siphiwe Mvuyane)
Siphiwe?
Siphiwe: Yes, Chief Inspector.
Wilson: Simply nod.
That’s all.
Siphiwe: (Nods)
Castevet: (Nods)
All secrets have been revealed.
We are placing our entire trust in you Siphiwe to keep such concealed.
You are now a Brother.
Yes?
Siphiwe: Yes Father.
Castevet: Dugpa.
Sean: Dugpa.
Philani: Dugpa.
Wilson: Dugpa.
Siphiwe: . . .
Wilson:
Say it.
Siphiwe: Dugpa.
Castevet: Good.
Sean?
Nokes: (Nods)
St, Castevet.
Castevet: Have all our provisions been packed for our trip to visit my little wee-wee, my little Golden Boy, Adso, and his lovely soon to be Saint, Nurse Cecilia Makiwane?
Nokes: Father.
Castevet: Excellent.
They’re probably Awakening as we speak.
Philani?
Philani: Yes, Father.
Castevet: The Red Notebook?
Nokes: The Deacon placed it back in The Author’s trench coat before his Awakening.
Castevet: Good.
Very good.
(Looks at the ground with deepness)
Everything is happening as planned according to The Mastermind.
Philani: Unknown Grisly.
Wilson: (Puffs his cigarette)
I should’ve read how the story ends.
Castevet: (Smiles)
The story ends, when it ends.
Wilson: (Silence)
Castevet:
You know to ensure that Detective Rose, The Author forgets, I ripped out a few pages.
He will realise this after he Awakens.
Wilson: (Surprised)
You did what?
Castevet: I did what I had to do Brother.
Wilson: That book is not to be tampered with, without it, we will not exist, it is imperative that The Author . . .
Castevet:
The Narrative won’t change, don’t worry.
Mr. Controller.
Wilson: (Smirks)
Castevet:
He will remain headstrong, The Author, no matter his circumstance or psychological state, even if he exhausts himself physically, mentally, emotionally, he will finish The Enigma Case, The Genesis as long as the Marxist Revolution, will be fated.
Destiny will be written.
Nokes: Ripping the pages out could feed his desire for an answer.
Philani: Exactly.
Nokes: A motivation to solve the case, find out who The Mastermind is therefore answering his own question.
Castevet: (Whispers)
Who are you?
Wilson: (Silence)
Philani: Good move.
Castevet: As planned.
Wilson: If all Four are Awakening, then we don’t have much time.
Castevet: Brother.
Philani?
Philani: Father.
Castevet: Don’t forget my Puppet on The Crucifix, the Coins, our Treats and The Wolf Trap.
Nokes, did you remind him?
Nokes: Yes Father.
Castevet: My wine glass titled MIRAGE is it there?
Nokes: Father.
Wilson: (Smokes his cigarette)
You know your way towards SCARS through The Tunnels Brother?
You go straight down and then make a Lef . . .
Castevet: (Interrupts) Of course.
We built them remember.
Wilson:
(Ponders)
Adso is tricky . . .
Smart.
Castevet: (Flings his hair)
Wilson:
He is just as observant as Rose with a childlike curiosity.
He will watch you, and suspect you.
(Puffs his cigarette)
Nokes: And look at what happened to him.
Rose.
Philani: (Chuckles)
Wilson: Don’t underestimate The Good Shepherd.
Castevet: Don’t worry about Adso, I will work him, just as I did Rose.
Give me ten minutes, and we will leave for The City of Gold.
Wilson: (Puffs his cigarette)
What will be your method?
Castevet: I don’t kiss and tell.
(Winks)
Do you?
Wilson: Cleary not.
Castevet: Oh yes . . . . you just forget . . .
Wilson: (Chuckles smoking his cigarette)
The picture of Detective Rose is on The Blackboard as you have requested.
Castevet: Good.
(Dusts his shoulder)
You shifted the blame, made him look like the suspect towards The Good Shepherd?
Wilson: I did.
Castevet: Excellent.
(Plays with his fingernails)
That is all I need to introduce a little Cruelty to his Purity through playing on Rose as his Shadow.
I will make sure, he delves deep in the unconscious.
Relay my trauma to him, initiate a Fire in his heart through The Supernatural.
It will be genuine-cathartic-holy-experience.
(Looks up to The Heavens)
Wilson: I am sure it will.
(Puffs his cigarette)
Nokes: The Sword Will Rise as will The Good Shepherd.
Philani: Trust God.
Wilson:
Rose and Micki Pistorius?
Castevet: Did you not mean your son and daughter?
Wilson:
Where are they?
You promised to keep them alive.
Castevet: (Smirks)
Of course.
(Points)
Down the passage hall, past The Chamber where I worked Rose during The Confession, three doors to your right.
Philani: They are Awakening . . . give them 3 minutes.
Nokes: Eros will be in the air.
Castevet: Their s*xual union will coincide with Adso and Cecilia, marking the beginning of The Genesis.
Wilson: They will begin to feel each other?
Castevet: (Nods)
Wilson:
The Merge.
Castevet: Exactly.
The numerical number of the room is . . . can you guess?
Wilson: Room 1 of 23.
Must be.
Castevet: How we levitate to the greatness of Michael Jordan.
So effortlessly.
Wilson: That is a Hexagon, like the size of this Dome.
What a complexity.
Castevet: Thank you for reminding me that 3 plus 2 plus 1 equals 6, which equates to six sides of a certain shape.
I needed such serendipity.
Wilson: Your most welcome, The Man with The Red Face.
(Bows his head in mockery)
Your Majesty.
(Grabs another Courtleigh cigarette and lights it)
Castevet: (Snarls)
Testing my esoteric cat-like intelligence Brother?
Don’t do that.
Wilson: I don’t test.
But you . . .
Castevet:
What is that?
Wilson: Just drink milk.
Castevet: Fresh cream to be exact . . .
Wilson: How “Boujie” . . .
Castevet: You just command everyone, Mr. Chief Inspector, don’t you?
Wilson: Nonsense.
Castevet:
(Pouts his face and blows a kiss)
Mwah.
Wilson: (Silence)
Castevet:
(Playful voice while flinging his hair)
Siphiwe . . .
Siphiwe . . .
Siphiwe . . .
(Acting Dandy)
Philani: (Playful Voice)
Yes . . Chief Inspector.
Chief Inspector.
Chief Inspector.
(Salutes)
Yes Daddy.
Castevet: Say yes to Daddy . . .
(Laughter)
Hahahahaha . . .
Philani: (Salutes)
Yes Daddy . . .
Castevet:
(Clasps his hands while looking at the SAPS officer Siphiwe Mvuyane)
Daddy says you must do this, Daddy says you must do that . . .
Philani: Right away Daddy . . . .
Siphiwe: (Starts giggling)
Nokes: (Starts giggling)
Wilson: (Irritable)
Castevet: Fetch Daddy water, listen to Daddy’s commands, play with Daddy’s . . .
(Chuckles)
Wilson: Enough!
(Strikes the air with his hand)
Jimmy!
(Points at St, Castevet)
Jones!
Nokes: Watch it.
That is Father Castevet.
Wilson.
Philani: The past remains, where it is.
Castevet: We are all family now.
Relax.
Philani: Take it easy.
Daddy.
Wilson: (Looks stern)
Nokes: (Giggles)
Castevet:
(Smiles)
Can’t be serious all the time, Mr. William Wilson.
Wilson:
(Puffs his cigarette)
You haven’t changed a damn bit.
(Looks with intent)
Siphiwe.
Siphiwe: Apologies Chief Inspector.
Wilson: Get ready.
Siphiwe: Yes sir.
Castevet: We are not done.
(Flings his hair)
On which planet do you find the Hexagon?
Wilson: What Hexagon?
(Puffs his cigarette)
Stop this.
Castevet:
Which pole?
Wilson: I am not in the mood now.
Not now.
Castevet: Think?
Be curious.
Wilson: (Ponders while looking at Castevet)
The North Pole of Saturn.
Castevet: The cause of Saturn’s Hexagon?
Wilson: (Ponders)
A jet stream flowing eastward around the north pole interacting with various vortexes.
Castevet: What was the poem by William Butler Yeats concerning vortexes, gyres?
(Clicks his fingers)
Remind me again.
Wilson: A Vision.
Castevet: Come on . . . that is the wrong one . . . try again.
Wilson: (Ponders)
Second Coming.
Castevet: Aahaa!
(Snaps his fingers)
Give us a few lines from memory . . .
Why don’t you?
Wilson: (Ponders)
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold . . .
Castevet: Siphiwe. . .
Siphiwe: Yes Father.
Castevet: We both used to read poetry as Children while our Father had his way with me and my Brother.
Isn’t that Right?
Mr. William Wilson
(Looks at Wilson)
Wilson: (Stares down in shame)
Nokes: When all Four went into the Dream, did they not enter a Vortex?
Castevet: Precisely.
Do you know what a Vortex is Siphiwe?
Siphiwe: I can’t say.
Philani: It is Saturn’s Hexagon.
Castevet:
And what might that be?
Metaphorically that is.
Brother.
Wilson: (Ponders)
Metatron’s Cube.
Castevet: Archangel Metatron.
It is not just geometry.
All is Theology.
Wilson: (Puffs his cigarette)
Castevet: You do realise I was reading your mi . . .
Wilson: (Interrupts)
I know.
Castevet: Are we not like Saturn.
Wilson: Enforcing our Laws on everyone, binding everyone to karmic difficulties that shape the very nature of everyone Fate through difficult challenges.
Castevet: Something like that.
Is that not like William Blake’s. . . .
Wilson: Urizen.
Castevet:
The Four Zoas like the The Four Chosen for The Awakening.
(Chuffs)
How reasonable.
Nokes: The Spider.
Is every line a web?
Castevet: Most probably.
(Turns to Wilson)
What was your Gift after your Awakening from The Dream?
Wilson: . . .
Castevet: We shall keep that a secret till the End.
Don’t spoil it for the audience.
(Chuckles)
Philani: We will only know the end . . .
Nokes: When it ends.
Wilson.
Wilson: (Puffs his cigarette and nods)
Castevet: I suggest, you patch up your acting skills Spy.
Wilson: (Grabs a Courtleigh cigarette)
Castevet: Up the Anti.
Rose and Micki have Awoken.
They will suspect you.
Nokes: We still are in the unknown concerning their Siddhis.
Siphiwe: Siddhis?
Philani: (Looks to Siphiwe)
Gifts.
Castevet: Be observant.
Wilson: (Nods)
Castevet: As we discussed . . .
Wilson: Focus on Ridwaan, shift the blame to him as The Spy with Rose leading The Interrogation.
Castevet: Good.
Mind due . . .
(Snaps his fingers)
The body is already in London, Thames.
Correct,
Nokes?
Nokes: Yes, Father.
The Mastermind, Unknown Grisly, has made the move.
Castevet: Interpol with Scotland Yard will come looking for answers.
We are now international.
(Chuckles)
Wilson: Inscription?
Castevet: The Boy contains the inscription "SHMG" across his torso.
The Head, Arms, Legs have been hacked, only the Torso remains.
Wilson: (Puffs his cigarette)
(Sniffs and thinks)
“SHMG” . . . .
(Says it again)
Shi . . . mme . . . ring . . .
Castevet: There you go.
Let it roll-off your tongue.
Let it flow.
Wilson:
Shimmering . . .
Castevet: Shimmering.
Wilson: Interesting . . . .
Why?
Castevet: The Shimmer on The Water.
Familiar?
Wilson:
(Nods)
Mfeldowaonye is making their way to Gauteng.
I received a message from Commander Dona-Kimpa Vita.
Castevet: A King is Arriving.
Philani: Faku.
Nokes: She did good steering him in the right direction.
Well done Spy.
Castevet:
(Moves closer to his Brother and whispers)
Come here.
Come here.
Before we depart.
Wilson: No.
Castevet: Come, don’t be scared.
Come on.
Wilson: (Puffs his cigarette)
No.
Castevet:
We don’t know how this will End.
Come.
(William Wilson begins walking towards his Brother, while St, Castevet places his palm on his heart and Whispers in his Left-Ear)
Castevet: Sometimes control can feel like the only thing we have, blocking our heart from appreciating the grand nature that is life, sometimes what we will to happen will not come to pass, because the direction of the river, is meandering towards another mountain, sometimes we think there is only one way on top of a peak, without realising many paths lead to the same source, sometimes the path we are currently walking on, will split, dissolving our sole right under our feet, making us fall in the infinite, where everything is nothing, nothing is everything, sometimes, what we thought we will become, is totally contradictory, to everything that we were supposed to be, sometimes, a boy’s body flouts in the depth of water, so that the surface can shimmer with the light of change and sometimes, to save a daughter that burnt herself to death, the ideal of who we are needs to be burnt to ash.
Brother.
Wilson: (Tries stepping away)
Enough of this.
Please.
Enough preaching.
Castevet: Don’t run away from change . . ..
Wilson: I’m not.
Castevet: Relax your physiology, your psychology Brother.
Wilson: No.
(Repeats)
No.
Castevet: Drop your hands.
Wilson: No.
(Shouts)
No!
(Resisting)
Castevet: Do so now . . .
(Snaps his fingers)
Wilson: (Drops his hands)
Castevet: Accept it, move with it, and flow, like a Shimmering Light on Water.
That is called God.
(Gives his Brother a hug and looks him in the eyes)
Everything will be fine.
(Moves away)
Deacons . . .
Philani: Saint.
Nokes: Castevet.
Castevet: We shall see you both at The City of Gold marking the cusp of Genesis where everything will End for that is The . . .
You know the rest Child.
Nokes: (Chuckles)
Philani: (Whispers)
The Beginning.
Castevet:
(Nods)
Brother.
Wilson: Brother.
(All three begin walking towards the door leading to The Tunnels, Philani with his Left-Hand turns the golden emblem of SCARS situated on The Dome, from the-Left to the-Right, with this, The Hidden Door opens, as they disappear into the Shadow one last utterance is made by The Saint)
Castevet: (Turns to Wilson)
By the way, when Rose finishes interrogating Detective Ridwaan Baatjies turn on the television to SABC (South African Broadcasting Corporation) and witness the flames of a woman emanating change.
Would you be so kind?
Darling.
(Smiles)
Wilson: (Turns to Siphiwe Mvuyane as the three disappear into Shadow)
(Lights a new cigarette)
Do you want to know how my parents died?
Siphiwe: Sir?
Wilson: (Puffs smoke)
That man over there . . .
Siphiwe: (Looks towards St, Castevet)
Wilson:
The Man with The Red Face.
Siphiwe: Yes.
Wilson:
(Points to his Brother)
Ate them.
Siphiwe: (Shocked)
(Nervous)
A . . . te . . .
(Looks at the door beginning to close)
(All three from The Holy Cross Church disappear into The Shadow, The Chief Inspector’s face grows stern, conflicting, unable to flinch himself from control, muttering to himself, “Shimmering Light on Water”, he thinks about the boy, floating in London, Thames, he contemplates the dark blue depression of cancer, that spat on his daughter’s face, he reflects of his Brother’s sentiments of flow and change, he wrestles, self-contemplating, “I need control, I can’t just let things flow”, Siphiwe utters, “Sir, is everything okay?”, Wilson, stares into the abyss that is his own self-reflection, he utters with a keen eye of stoicism, “We move till The End, SCARS”, Siphiwe, with his heart ache of loyalty replies, “Till The End”, both characters walk past The Dome towards the corridor which is steeped in the redness of blood, the window reflects the shame and purity of contradiction, while the tiles contrasts the yin-yang of the Dao, Wilson counts, his nervous system begins to enter an angst, “Room 3, 2, 1 of 23, here it is, Siphiwe, do the deed”, The Officer replies, “Sir”, with strength, Siphiwe begins to bang on the door, calling out, “Micki, Rose!”, with might, he bangs on it harder, “Rose, Rose, Rose!”, with conviction, a kick, he breaks it down, he takes out his gun, screaming, “Micki, Rose!”, Detective Rose looks startled with Micki Pistorius in his arms, they both halt in a bazar confusion, Micki responds with a whisper, “Si . . . Si . . . . Siphiwe”, both are fully naked, lying in bed, Siphiwe, can view a cross that is painted in black, a bowel of water, a shower head and two green buckets, where the one, lying adjacent to them is steeped in red vomit, he covers his mouth in what seems like a purging stench, with embarrassment he utters, “I’m sorry Detectives, I didn’t mean to . . . ”, he shies away, then the tall, lanky, imposing William Wilson brushes past him shouting, “Move, Move Move!”, he enters exclaiming, “Rose, Micki, what the f**k is going on here!?”)
The Enemy Within
(William Wilson with a sharp hiss gives the command, “Get changed now, Goddamnit, how pitiful, having s*x in a Church of all places, a Church!”, both The Detective and The Investigative Psychologist in embarrassment do so, they pick themselves up from where they left their lo******ng, grab their clothes, quickly get dressed while Wilson grabs Detective Rose by the face, Rose responds, “What are you doing?”, Wilson, “You look different, your eyes, what happened here, what happened, son, what happened?” The Chief Inspector turns to Micki, “Micki . . . Micki . . . look at me . . . daughter . . . look at me . . . look . . . now?” Micki Pistorius looks at The Chief Inspector, “Chief?”, Wilson replies, “Who did this to you, what happened here, you look pale, cold?”, “We don’t know”, Rose replies, Siphiwe barges in with a word of hesitancy, “We don’t have time, Ridwaan Baatjies needs to be interrogated now”, Wilson speaks as The Detective finishes up getting dressed, “The both of you have been missing for three days, do you realise that?” Both Micki and Rose look at each other, Wilson, “We will discuss the plausible whereabouts of the suspect that you tried to question The Pastor, The Client, do you remember that assignment?”, Rose looks in his trench coat touching the curvature of his Red Notebook, Wilson continues; “Our headquarters of SCARS was attacked by The Good Shepherd, they are on to you Rose, Micki, in fact all of us concerning the abduction, subjugation and onslaught imposed on Ernest Mabuda, they think you killed him (points to Detective Rose) . . . Rose looks intently at William Wilson, The Chief Inspector continues, “To counteract such, Siphiwe and I used a covert method of sleeping gas to render the three suspects asleep, Ridwaan and I entered a battle, I took him, and in defence, I beat the hell out of him and thereof locked him in The Interrogation Room of SCARS, Adso and Cecilia could still be there, they are not harmed, possibly asleep, you will have your chance to ask Ridwaan questions, considering Detective, that you think Baatjies is The Spy of The Enigma Case, now is your time to shine.")
Wilson: Is this understood?
(Shouts)
Rose?!
Rose: Understood.
Chief Inspector.
Wilson: The both of you . . .
(Points finger at Micki Pistorius)
Wake the f**k up!
Pistorius: (Stern face)
Wilson:
We’re not in a Goddamn Dream!
Wake up!
There has just been a Revolt!
(Shouts)
Fu***rs!
(Shouts)
Now!
Pistorius: (Nods)
Yes, Chief Inspector.
Rose: (Nods)
Chief Inspector.
(Nods in embarrassment)
(Grabs his Red Notebook and thereby opens it)
Wilson: Rose!
Stop playing with that damn book!
Put it away!
Pistorius: (Concern)
Rose.
Siphiwe: Mfelandawonye has the province grid-locked, Chief Inspector, what do we do?
Rose: (Starts drawing and writing frantically)
Wilson: We left our SAPS vehicles in SCARS and came here on foot to blend in, we have to take a chance and simply drive there . . .
Micki?
Pistorius: Sir?
Wilson: Your vehicle is here?
Pistorius: I think so. . .
Wilson: (Irritable)
You think so!?
Pistorius: Everything feels like . . .
Wilson: (Shouts and points)
(Interruption)
What the hell!?
Huh!?
(Picks up a Courtleigh cigarette and lights it)
(Authority)
Siphiwe.
Siphiwe: Sir.
Wilson: Go and check for Micki and Rose’s SAPS vehicle outside the Church.
Now.
Siphiwe: Sir.
(Nods)
Rose: (Shifts towards Siphiwe Mvuyane)
Before leaving . . .
Siphiwe: Yes Rose.
Wilson: (Looks at Rose)
Rose:
(Stars drawing within the Red Notebook and thereafter, looks at the SAPS Officer)
Siphiwe, how long were we gone for, Micki and I?
Siphiwe: Three days.
As the Chief Inspector just repeated.
Rose: And when did the attack by The Good Shepherd happen to SCARS, Eastern Cape?
(Looks at William Wilson with intent)
Siphiwe: Three days ago.
Rose: I see, that is all.
Siphiwe: Detective.
(Leaves)
Rose:
(Closes his Red Notebook intently looking at the drawing of his reverse imagery between Detective Ridwaan Baatjies and William Wilson while whispering to himself, “The Spy is not Ridwaan Baatjies.”)
Rose:
(Telepathically)
Micki?
Micki?
Pistorius: (Shocked)
Rose, is that you?
Rose: I am talking to you telepathically; can you hear me?
Continue behaving as normally.
Pistorius: Rose.
I can hear you.
(Looks at Rose)
How are you doing this?
Rose: (Looks directly at Siphiwe)
I don’t know, I am going with flow.
All I see is Water.
Pistorius: Water?
Rose: Rays of Shimmering Light on Water.
Pistorius: (Ponders)
Shimmering . . .
Rose:
I am going to tell you the play, as we make our way towards SCARS and begin our interrogation of Ridwaan Baatjies as the potential Spy, is this clear?
Pistorius: Clear.
Rose: I need you to control your Channel, White Tara.
Try not to switch too haphazardly.
He will notice.
Pistorius: Rose.
I will try.
Rose:
Wilson already made an acknowledgement concerning our Siddhi looking in my eyes, I made a detail of that.
Pistorius: I saw it too.
Is he testing me and you to see if we have changed?
Rose: Right.
Therefore, if he feels a change, and verifies that we have adjusted to our Awakening, he will make a note of that and consider the plausibility that we have discussed how our abduction came to be.
I hope our acting bewildered is working to our advantage.
Pistorius: I can’t tell.
Rose: (Looks at William Wilson)
Neither can I.
Pistorius: What is The Art of War?
Rose: I will inform you in the car.
Pistorius: Detective.
Wilson: Rose and Micki
(Snaps his fingers)
We move now.
Pistorius: Yes, Chief Inspector.
Rose: Chief Inspector.
(All three that is SCARS begins to move through the passageway, Wilson, begins to run, “Move, move, move, now, now, now!”, Pistorius follows with a run, “Come on Rose, come one, quickly!”, Detective Rose, places his Red Notebook in his trench coat, takes one last breath, quickens his pace, all three start to sprint like galloping White Horses, the water starts to flow, the meander begins to bend, the river starts to gush, the stones that could carry the pressure of change, have now suddenly swayed, everything, is overflowing, Rose enters The Dome, he can see White / Black tiles underneath his feet, he then perceives a Chamber with the term Confessions Only written on it, a Black Cross centred on the top, with an image of an obscure angel, a certain depth of nostalgia starts to hit, a certain remembrance is taking shape, all the Detective can vividly remember is the rage mixed with the unconscious drowning in a geyser, he then moves past The Dome, entering the main Cathedral, running through corridors of angelic-deathly chambers, where the rainbow images of pure figures is disfigured in their concealed darkness, as they move out the Church, Micki Pistorius, can remember faintly, like a lucid dream, the humming sounds of Children in The Gospel, singing her favourite hymn, she begins to think, “Be thou my vision”, she shakes her head in dismissal, saying in a whisper, “Who were those Children singing?”, there is no time to look back, as they exit The Cathedral and enter the reality of Eastern Cape, Mpondoland, the beam full radiant sunlight torches Detective Rose’s face, a gesture of his hand strikes against the reining luminosity of change, the white light of hope, the glazing sun within the atmosphere Awakens more colour, dexterity and depth within his consciousness, he is literally, seeing the world for the first time, coming out of The Darkness of The Cave, he stands still, looks around him, touches the gentle fabric of his hands, Wilson notices, shouts in an aggravating assault, “Would you stop looking like a f**king zombie, Rose!”, Micki, grabs him by the hand, “Come on, get it together”, Rose, shakes off his illustrious visions, all three run towards Siphiwe, the new harvested Brother screams, “Get in the car, we move, come on, come on!”, the SAPS vehicle drives off, past the gate, moving towards the central headquarters of SCARS, Wilson, sits in the front, Siphiwe, in the driving seat, Rose and Micki in the backseat, Wilson tries grabbing a cigarette, “Gosh darn it, man!”, Siphiwe reacts, “Here sir, I got you one”, the Chief Inspector lights it, Siphiwe, thereafter reacts while driving, “S**t, s**t, s**t, s**t . . . . Micki responds, “What?”, Siphiwe, “There are protesters up ahead on the road there, can you see them?”, Wilson, taking a puff of his cigarette dismisses, “It is fine, keep going”, Siphiwe, “Sir”, Wilson, “How long to SCARS?”, Siphiwe, “23 minutes”, Wilson, “Rose . . . Rose . . . ", Rose, “Chief Inspector?”, Wilson, “Get ready for your interrogation against Ridwaan Baatjies, The Spy, is this clear?”, Rose, “Yes sir”, The Detective gives William Wilson one last glance through the rearview mirror, he perceives Wilson’s eyes casted in the shadow of crimson / black, he utters to himself, “The Two-Faced Man”, The Detective, then looks outside the window, beginning to see the changing landscape of Mpondoland, Eastern Cape, after The Revolt, as the hills create a mirage that reels in like a film, the edit, cuts the artistic segments into frames where 1’s and 0’s are merely decimals of what we consider real, what he has become is yet to even reach the mere capacity of his own reality, his own imagination, his own reportage, his own fiction, Micki, takes a look at Rose, sees the obscurity, says to him . . . .
Pistorius: (Closes her eyes and starts speaking telepathically)
You must train your mind to not be overwhelmed by the interiority of your consciousness after your Awakening, flow with the feelings, don’t question it in rationalisation.
Rose: (Perplexed)
What?
White Tara:
I can see that you are trying to piece puzzles together that aren’t there, aren’t real.
Stop Daydreaming.
Rose: (Telepathically)
Micki, what did I tell you about White Tara.
Your Channel?
Tara: That question is irrelevant given that it is happening . . .
(Opens her eyes and looks at Wilson)
He will not suspect anything.
Rose: I spoke of a play, remember?
Pistorius:
(Closes her eyes)
Tara: Correct.
Rose: (Telepathically)
I think to lure The Good Shepherd, William Wilson must’ve used my face on The Blackboard to invoke that I am The Suspect to Adso, Nurse Cecilia Makiwane and Detective Ridwaan Baatjies . . .
In response, I will get Angry and . . .
Tara: I know the play.
As you know the dance.
That is all.
Rose: White Tara.
Tara: Just be careful.
Rose: Of what?
Tara: The Enemy . . .
Rose: (Puzzled)
Enemy?
Tara:
(Opens her eyes, coming out of The Channel)
(The SAPS vehicle enters the barren landscape of a car park situated near the abandoned building, SCARS, all four SAPS officers exit the vehicle, Wilson stares at Rose, suggesting, “Are you ready?”, Rose, looks at Wilson with a skeptical demeanour, “Are we ever ready in this game called Life?”, he takes out his Red Notebook, starts drawing, looking frantically, he begins to write in a frenzy, his eyes begins to deepen, Wilson, smiles at himself, whispering, “I wouldn’t be surprised if you are already on to me, Detective Rose”, Micki, takes the forward stance, with pistols of SAPS serial numbers on their instruments, their trench coats smear with potential brutality as was done with the previous interrogation of Ernest Mabuda, Siphiwe, gives way, brushes past The Investigative Psychologist, approaches the abandoned building, opens the door, in front of him is The Blackboard of a certain person’s face, the mirror image electrifies the central theme of reverse imagery, while the person who looks at The Blackboard, is also the mirror image, of someone finding out who they actually are, the wording on The Blackboard reads - “Who are you?” - remaining central to the atmosphere, the windows are glazed with curtains resembling floating-flowing-waves of frantic-fears, the chairs are blasted through The Battle of SCARS, the tables look attacked by hissing snakes, the scars in the room are marked by contrasting conflicts of separate agendas, two blankets are present, a bed, with two Green Buckets, the only sentient thing that is there, is nothing, SAPS Officer Adso, Nurse Cecilia Makiwane, The Man with The Red Face and Two-Accompanying Deacons, are gone, Siphiwe, walks forward, he picks up what looks like a note on the ground, he notices the note, with the lettering "SHMG", Wilson takes the note, looks at it, smirking, "SHMG", remembering what his Brother advised, “Let it roll of your tongue, let the words flow”, Wilson whispers to himself, “Shimmering”, he then looks at Micki Pistorius with a cigarette in his hands, he puffs it, suggesting, “What do you make of this?” Micki, grabs the note, whispers to herself, “SHMG”, I can’t say Chief Inspector, where is Adso and Cecilia?”, Wilson, “Looks like they are gone”, Micki then hands the note to Detective Rose, “Rose, Rose, Rose . . . .", Rose, tilts his head towards her, “What is it?”, Micki, “Detective, what do you make of this?”, Rose, grabs the note, looks at it, allows the words to roll off his tongue, “S . . . H . . . MG”, writes it in his Red Notebook, gives it back to Micki, he looks forward, there resides The Blackboard, only to see his face, weaved in a spiders web of red tape, coiled in the puzzling archive of two-child victims, with the words inscribed, “Who Are You?”, suddenly, The Left-Eye of his Siddhi turns Red, the top dome of head shimmers with a Golden Eye, his face, enters a harrowing image of darkness, apparitions of anger dissolve in the Left-hemisphere of his brain, he bites his teeth, quickly, takes his Red Notebook, placing it in his trench coat, as he looks at his own self-image on The Blackboard, he thereby, pounces on Chief Inspector William Wilson like a Black Panther )
Rose: (Holding Chief Inspector William Wilson by the collar)
(Anger)
What is the f**ken meaning of this!?
Wilson: Rose, what are you on about!?
(Enters a tussle with The Detective)
Rose:
(Anger)
Fu**er!
Siphiwe: (Rushes towards Detective Rose with haste)
Stop it!
Rose!
Rose!
Rose: (Pushes him away, flinging Siphiwe to the ground)
(Anger)
I’m I suspect of The Enigma Case!?
Wilson!
Wilson!
(Shouts)
Answer me!
Wilson: (Stares at Detective Rose)
Rose:
(Grabs Wilson by the collar and starts shaking him)
I’m I suspect!?
Wilson:
(Looks at his face on The Blackboard)
Rose:
Answer me!?
(Shouts)
Answer!?
Wilson: Rose!
Relax!
(Tries pushing him back)
Rose:
(Pushes him, grabs him by the collar)
Tell me!?
(Pushes him)
Tell me!?
(Pushes him)
F**ken tell me!?
Pistorius: Rose!
(Tries to hold him)
Calm down.
Calm down.
(Heavy Breathing)
Wilson: We had to shift the blame!
Pistorius: Calm Rose.
Calm.
Rose: (Clicks his tongue)
To who!?
(Let’s go of William Wilson, brushes Pistorius to the side and points at SAPS Officer Siphiwe who is on the ground)
To who Siphiwe!?
To Me!?
(Looks around at everyone)
To Me!?
(Beats his chest)
Me!
Wilson: Yes, to you!
Rose: Why?
(Raises voice)
Why!?
(Shouts)
Why me!?
Siphiwe: (Heavy breathing)
We had to show them one hand, to play the other . . .
Rose: (Holds his own face, thereby looking at The Blackboard)
I . . . I . . . need . . . need . . . need . . .
To find The Mastermind . . .
Pistorius: Rose, calm.
Wilson: We had to lure The Good Shepherd to verify if Ridwaan Baatjies is The Spy.
Siphiwe: It was the only way.
Rose: Where is Ridwaan Baatjies?
(Looks around)
(Anger)
Where is he?!
(Shouts)
Where!!!
(All four move quickly towards the interrogation centre situated in the left of the barren landscape of SCARS with Rose leading the sprint, Wilson, moving through a chase, Siphiwe, trying to catch-up, Rose, Wilson and Siphiwe propel forward, Micki, enters last, she notices the trail of other people’s footsteps, inside the stairs that descend down, the conflict is simmering in the confines of The Underground, moving from Heaven, to Purgatory, Purgatory, to Hell, they pass the first level of stairs, they then pass the second level where the door to The Tunnels is sealed through the emblem of SCARS, thereafter, they move to the infamous purple flair of The Interrogation Room, Rose and Wilson quickly look at the suspect that is in front of them, Detective Ridwaan Baatjies looks bloody, bruised, brutalised, Rose turns to Wilson, “You had to take it to do that level?”, Wilson, “I did what I had to do”, Micki arrives, looking at Ridwaan Baatjies in shock, whispering to herself, “Jesus Christ, what the hell happened here?”, Siphiwe, with haste, closes the door behind them, Wilson, slowly takes his keys, opens The Interrogation Room, looks at Rose, says, “By the way . . .”, Rose, looks back, Wilson, “Control yourself Detective”, Rose, enters The Interrogation Room, taking a deep breath as his eyes lock-in with Detective Ridwaan Baatjies, he can remember the violent brutality imposed on the first suspect, Ernest Mabuda, he thereafter looks at the potential spy in front of him, Ridwaan Baatjies is shimmering, his eyes lock in to the Detective’s, he begins to spit on the ground hissing, “Get the f**k away from me!” he rises in his seat, “F**k away from me, Rose!” Rose, thereafter looks at Micki, gives a nod, Micki, with cat-like speed, slips past Siphiwe Mvuyane, William Wilson, grabs the keys from the door, closes the door, locks it, it is now, Micki, Rose and Detective Ridwaan Baatjies in The Interrogation Room, in the exterior, Siphiwe and Wilson remain locked-out)
Wilson: (Anger, while banging on the door)
What the f**k are you doing!?
Micki!
Micki!
Give me the damn keys!
Siphiwe: Open the door Micki.
Open it now!
(Pulls out his weapon)
Wilson: Siphiwe!
Drop your weapon.
Now.
(Shouts)
Right now!
Siphiwe:
(Puts his weapon on a nearby table)
Wilson: (Slowly moves towards the gate)
Micki . . . listen to me very carefully . . .
Pistorius: (Closes her eyes)
It is in here, where we need to find The Truth as to who actually is The Spy.
Hence, I have locked you out.
Mr. William Wilson.
Wilson: (Silence)
Siphiwe: What the hell are you?
Wilson:
You sound different?
Micki?
Tara: There is no greater certainty that The Truth.
(Turns towards Detective Rose)
Rose.
Rose: White Tara.
(Nods his head)
Tara: Enter Detective Ridwaan Baatjies Consciousness through your Howling with your newly acquired Siddhi discovered through your recent Kundalini Awakening.
Baatjies: What?
Tara:
Do so now Detective in order to re-examine the contents of The Dream during Baatjies descent in The Cave and relay his experiences with your own.
Analysing the contents will lead to main Suspect.
Unknown Grisly.
Baatjies: Micki, you sound like an alien . . .
What the hell?
Tara: Ridwaan . . .
Baatjies: What is going on here . . .
Tara: Hush.
Baatjies: (Shocked)
Wilson: Micki . . . Micki . . .
Open this door now.
Now!
(Points)
That is an order!
Tara:
The only orders I take reside in the celestial.
Wilson: (Stunned)
Tara:
(Nods at Rose)
I will wait here and secure the door of The Interrogation Room as was planned.
Well done with acting out your Anger.
It is always a good Apparition.
Rose.
(Opens her eyes and exits The Channel)
Whooooooo.
(Breathes in deeply)
(Whispers)
Enigma.
Rose: Yes.
(Nods)
White Tara.
Rose: (Faces Detective Ridwaan Baatjies)
Ridwaan, you need to trust me . . .
(Moves forward)
Everything is changing right now.
Now.
Baatjies: (Nervous)
What are you . . . about to . . . what are you doing . . . what are you . . .
(Rose channels his electromagnetic energy moving it from the solar-plexus to the top of the head, the Siddhi that is connected to his third eye is illuminated, Baatjies, can see screaming heads of Anger moving through the canvas that blurs reality with fiction, fiction with reality, The Detective’s Solar-Plexus erupts with the great Fire of the Manipura, then, in an instance, his eyes bulge, gaining in tremendous presence, the red eye intermingles with the gold, the gold, intermingles with the alchemical process of change, the black of Nigredo moves towards the white of Albedo, the white of Albedo, moves towards the red of Rubedo, The Nkisi, whirls with the wind of thunderous Bakongo storms, the ancestors rein in the veins of The Detective as his throat begins to pulsate the deep-dark channel that is The Howler, Rose, wavers his Left-Hand, placing it in front of Detective Ridwaan Baatjies face, he begins to Howl with a roar that shakes the landscape of SCARS, the Eastern Cape, Mpondoland, Wilson pauses, holds his ears, crying in a stupor, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”, Siphiwe bends to the floor in a panic yelling, “Jesus, it’s f**king loud, The Howler!”, Micki, conceals her vision with her hands, breathes in deeply, saying, “Here we go Detective, here we go”, Rose’s Howling grows more concentrated, sustained, focused, he touches the forehead of Detective Ridwaan Baatjies, like a Guru enacting a Shaktipat, Baatjies yells in excruciating pain mixed with bliss, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”, he thereafter enters a trance, a deep sleep, Rose’s Howling ceases, he falls back on the chair which is adjacent to Detective Ridwaan Baatjies, thereafter, he begins to shake, his kriyas, swirling across the circumference of his body, The Howler jirates, moves, emerges, Micki, rushes towards him, holds his hand, whispers, “Come on, calm it down, find The Truth”, Rose, begins to calm down, slowly, unearths the depth of Ridwaan Baatjies Consciousness and enters The Vortex”)
(Detective Ridwaan Baatjies and Detective Rose, situate themselves in The Cave of The Dream)
Rose: (Wakes up, looks around, stands up and makes his way to Detective Ridwaan Baatjies)
Ridwaan, Ridwaan, Ridwaan, Ridwaan . . . .
(Starts to shake him)
Wake up . . .
Wake up . . .
Wake up . . .
Baatjies: (Begins to wake up)
Where I’m I . . .
(Shakes his head)
Where I’m I . . .
(Twist and turns his mouth)
What is this . . .
(Slaps his face)
The hell is this?
Rose: I am in your consciousness trying to relay the experiences you felt when you were in The Dream. . .
(Looks around)
This is merely a recollection of your memories that I have superimposed you and myself in . . . . .
It is not the real thing . . .
Consider it a photograph through the force of my Animal Magnetism.
Baatjies: Ani . . . Magne . . .
(Confused)
What?
Rose:
Come up quickly . . .
(Grabs him by the hands and picks him up)
Baatjies: (Gets up)
Looks around . . .
(Perplexed)
Jesus . . .
I remember this now . . .
The Cave.
I was here.
Right here.
(Starts to holds his face)
Rose: You were here?
Baatjies:
(Looks to his distant right)
There is The Fire . . . The Fire . . . The Fire . . .
The Fire.
(Walks towards the flame)
Rose: Remember this is merely a recollection of what transpired in your consciousness - it is not the real thing.
Baatjies: (Tries touching The Fire)
Rose:
It is merely a perception of the events.
Baatjies: (Puts his hand over the Flames)
How do we know that?
Detective.
Rose: (Silence)
Baatjies: What is that over there . . . to the Right?
Rose:
(Turns to The Right)
The San, over there.
Stomping, drumming, dancing.
(Looks around)
However, I do not see The Faceless Man, The Children or the apparition of a Red Spyder . . .
Baatjies: Red Spyder?
Rose: (Looks at Detective Ridwaan Baatjies)
Baatjies . . . .
Baatjies:
(Starts to ponder deeper)
You.
(Looks at Rose with anger)
You!
(Points his finger)
You!
(Points his finger)
You!
Rose: (Moves back)
Ridwaan . . .
Calm down.
Baatjies:
(Anger)
Yooooouuuuuuuuu!
Rose:
Detective!
(Walks back)
Calm down!
Baatjies: You killed Ernest Mabuda . . .
Rose: I did not . . .
Baatjies:
(Moves towards him with aggression)
You Killed The Children . . . .
(Grabs him by the collar)
You Howler!
(Shakes him)
You Murderer!
Rose: Stop this now . . .
(Tussles with him)
Ernest Mabuda shot himself, he committed su***de under our watch . . .
Baatjies: (Tussling and fighting)
Liar!
Rose:
It was a ploy, a decoy, a Ruse.
Baatjies: Lies!
(Tussles with Detective Rose)
You f**ken liar!
Rose: You have to believe me . . .
Baatjies: You’re a liar!
(Pushes him back and Rose falls on the floor)
Baatjies:
You’re a liar!
F**ken liar!
Rose:
(Panting)
If such was the case than why did I bring you here through my Magnetism, my Force?
Baatjies:
(Shouts)
F**k you Rose!
Rose:
(Shouts)
I would’ve simply kept you in the Interrogation Room where you would’ve died in SCARS.
(Stands up)
Think man!?
(Shouts)
Baatjies!
Baatjies: (Begins to calm down)
Rose: We don’t have time . . . my Magnetism can only hold for . . .
(Breathes in deeply)
Baatjies . . .
(Breathes in deeply)
You have to trust me . . .
(Looks at the Detective)
Do you trust me?
Baatjies:
(Breathing heavily)
Okay . . . Rose.
Rose: How did you get here?
S**t . . .
Baatjies: What?
(Looking puzzled)
Rose:
(Looks frantically in his trench coat)
Where is my Red Notebook?
Baatjies: You and that Goddamn book!
Let it go man!
(Slashes the air with his hand)
For God’s Sake!
Rose:
(Looks frantically)
There it is.
(Picks it up from his trench coat, takes out a pen, begins to write)
How did you get here Ridwaan?
To the original Dream of this recollection.
Quickly.
(Starts to write)
Baatjies: I can’t recall.
Rose: Think?
Baatjies: There was a Battle . . .
Rose: Where?
Baatjies: (Ponders walking around The Cave)
SCARS . . .
Rose: After that . . .
Baatjies: Everything became a blur . . .
Rose: Who did you fight?
Baatjies: Wilson, Siphiwe . . .
Rose: Was Adso with you . . .
Baatjies: (Looks puzzled)
Rose: Come on?
Baatjies:
Yes.
Rose: Cecilia?
Baatjies: Yes.
(Looks deeply at Rose)
Where are they?
Rose: I don’t know.
Baatjies?
(Writes)
Where you given anything?
Baatjies: Like what?
Rose: Wine, something to eat, something . . . something . . . something that was off?
Baatjies: No . . . . . but . . . .
(Tries to remember)
There was smoke, like a purple smoke . . .
Rose: Smoke . . . sounds like sleeping gas . . .
Baatjies: Sleeping gas?
Rose: (Starts writing frantically)
Did you Fall into a Vortex?
Baatjies: Vortex?
Rose: Yes, a Vortex.
Baatjies: (Tries to remember)
Yes . . . Vortex . . . yes . . . Vortex . . . .
Like I saw something spiralling down, and then I arrived within this Cave.
Yes . . . yes . . . yes . . .
Rose: This Cave?
(Looks around)
Did it feel real to you?
Baatjies: Yes, very real.
Rose:
I can see by your recollection.
(Points)
Those San there, can you remember them?
Baatjies: (Looks at the direction of where Rose is pointing)
I can . . . yes . . . I can remember them . . .
Rose: (Begins walking around feeling the atmosphere in Baatjies recollection)
The Fire, can you remember that?
Baatjies: Yes, I can.
Rose: The San, did they chant anything to you?
Baatjies: (Ponders)
Rose: (Touches the top of his forehead)
Think Ridwaan . . .
Baatjies: (Ponders)
“Who are you?”
Rose: Who are you?
Is that what they said?
Baatjies: Yes.
That is what they said . . .
Rose: Was there a man without a face . . .
Baatjies: A what?
Rose: A Faceless Man?
Baatjies: No, no, no, no, no . . . .
(Shakes his head)
I can’t recall a Faceless Man . . .
Rose: Children . . .
About this high . . .
(Points to the midsection of his Torso)
(Recollects)
Two of them, to be exact?
Baatjies: No Children, no children, no . . .
Rose: This is the most important aspect of The Dream . . .
Baatjies: (Looks at Detective Rose)
Rose: Did you make a Choice?
Baatjies: Choice?
No . . . no, no, no . . .
Rose: (Closes his Red Notebook and places it within his trench coat)
What if I told you that we all had the same Dream, what if I told you that this very same Cave is a Mirage.
Baatjies: (Shocked)
A Mirage?
Rose:
I know that you are not the Spy, it is William Wilson.
Baatjies: Spy?
I was never the Spy?
Rose: I know that now.
It was Wilson that tipped of Mfelandawonye concerning the second victim . . .
Baatjies: The Girl-Child?
Rose: He is connected to these Child Murders.
Baatjies: Thank you for clarifying that . . .
Rose: He has somehow got us into this predicament, I think that . . .
Baatjies: (Interrupts) I have some questions for you . . .
Given that we are being transparent?
Detective Rose.
Rose: (Silence)
(Detective Ridwaan Baatjies walks towards Detective Rose, while grabbing the sand and rubbing it against his hands)
Rose: We don’t have ti . . .
Baatjies: (Interrupts)
When Theophillus Mabuda died, Wilson got the call, correct?
Rose: Correct.
Baatjies: Where were you?
Rose: I was in Johannesburg, with Micki.
She found me in Hillbrow.
Baatjies: Did you Howl?
Rose: How . . .
Baatjies: Did you unleash your Magnetism . . .
Rose: I . . . I . . . I . . .
(Nervous)
What does that have to do with anything . . .
Baatjies: Answer the question?
Rose: I was Howling, yes . . . yes . . . on numerous occasions . . .
Baatjies: When the second Girl-Child died . . . do you recall?
Rose: I was there Baatjies.
Baatjies: The crime scene?
Rose: (Recalls)
The victim's head was decapitated. The left-arm has been severed, the left-breast and ni**le has been cut off, bruised and scalped, and the left-leg has been removed.
Her body contained the Linguistic Ruse of “SPCL”.
Baatjies: Meaning?
Rose: Spectacle.
Baatjies: (Sniffs)
As in a Public Spectacle.
Rose: (Nods)
Ridwaan, I can’t hold this for much . . .
Baatjies: (Interrupts)
Good.
(Touches his forehead)
Where were you?
Rose: I was in The Forest, with Micki and Wilson, we went for a walk.
Baatjies: Wilson got the call.
Correct?
Rose: Correct.
Baatjies: Did you Howl?
Rose: I . . . I . . . I . . .
(Nervous)
Baatjies: Were you Howling?
Yes or no?
(Repeats)
Yes or no?
Rose: I . . . I . . . I . . .
(Nervous)
Baatjies: I have heard your Howling before when you Magnetised Adso in the All Saints Hospital.
Remember?
(Points to him)
Do you remember?
Rose: I remember . . . I . . . I . . .
(Observes in the distance)
Not you again . . .
Baatjies: What?
Rose:
Not again . . .
(Begins to see his Wife, Karabo Mokoena in the distant Shadow)
Baatjies: What are you looking at?
What?
Rose.
Rose: My . . . My . . . My . . . Wife . . .
(Points while his hands begins to shake)
There . . . there . . . there . . . .
She came from there . . .
That Darkness . . .
I remember now. . . .
Baatjies: Karabo Mokoena.
There, where . . . .
Where Detective?
Rose: Behind you . . . with The Faceless Man . . . the Children . . .
I made a Choice in front of The Mirror.
Baatjies: Mirror . . .
Rose: Yes . . . a Mirror . . .
Baatjies: What did she say?
What did she tell you . . .
Rose: . . . She . . . She . . . She . . .
Baatjies: Come on Rose . . .
Rose: (Tries remembering)
Baatjies: Think?
Rose: (Remembers)
She told me to solve The Enigma Case . . .
Baatjies: The Enigma Case?
(Ponders, contemplating to himself)
Rose?
Rose: (Stares at Baatjies)
Baatjies:
The murder of The Children coincides somewhat with your Howling . . .
Rose: That can’t be . . .
Baatjies: Why?
Rose: Then there would be plenty of more victims.
Baatjies: More victims?
Rose: When I Magnetised Adso during SAGA I, and you heard it, why didn’t it coincide with a new Child victim other than Theophillus Mabuda?
Baatjies: I don’t know.
(Confusion)
Perhaps we didn’t find them.
Rose:
The Perp is real . . . this is not something that is supernat . . .
Baatjies: (Interrupts)
No.
It’s Within us.
Rose: What is Within Us?
Baatjies:
The Enemy.
(Whispers while walking to Detective Rose and slowly his face begins to change)
Rose: Why is your face changing like that, Ridwaan?
Snap out of it.
Baatjies: (Darkened Voice)
Although I want to do good, evil is right there with me. For in my inner being I delight in God’s law; but I see another law at work in me . . .
Rose: Waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within me.”
(Shocked and silent)
Baatjies:
Romans 7: 21–23.
This Perp, Unknown Grisly . . .
Rose: Ridwaan?
What happened just now?
Baatjies: It reacts to Fear.
Rose: (Stares at The Fire)
Baatjies: (Darkened Voice)
The same way you look at your Wife as she appears before you, reminding you of what you were . . . An Abuser . . . .
(Walking towards him while Detective Rose starts moving back)
Rose: No . . .. (Walking back)
(Walking back)
You’re not real . . .
Baatjies: (Chuckles)
Rose:
Baatjies, snap out of this . . .
Baatjies: (Face starts becoming distorted)
The same way you would drink yourself to sleep because you are no bigger than your addictions . . . .
Rose: No, please stop this . . .
(Starts walking back)
Baatjies:
The same way you control everyone in your Little Red Notebook . . .
(Whispers)
Keep Writing.
Rose: No, no, no, no . . . (Walking back)
Baatjies: (Face starts to turn Red)
The same way you fear your own image therefore keeping Hidden, playing different Masks because you feel you’re so different, so invincible . . .
(Whispers)
Keep Writing.
Rose: (Walking back)
Stop this . . .
Baatjies: Stop what Author . . .
(Walking towards him)
Rose:
I’ve grown in humility, you will not take me with you, you will not . . .. .
Baatjies: (Interrupts) I will take you with me . . .
Rose: You will not take me . . .
Baatjies: As you have already done so to yourself.
Is this not all about you?
Rose: (Silence)
Baatjies:
The Enigma Case?
Rose:
No!
Baatjies: You Killed The . . .
Rose: Children.
(Holds his mouth in shock)
No, no, no. no . . .
(Points)
You Killed The Children.
Baatjies: We all Killed The Children.
Rose: No!
Baatjies: Yes!
Rose:
This is only a recollection . . .
A memory . . .
Baatjies: Memories are all we have.
Rose:
Baatjies!
(Shouts)
Baatjies!
(Shouts)
Baatjies!
Baatjies: The Demons of The Flesh is all that is real.
Rose: (Repeats)
No, no, no, no, no, no . . .
(Frantically looking for his Red Notebook)
My book!
Baatjies: Yes.
The Book.
Take it out!
(Shouts)
Out!
Rose:
Where is it!
Where is it!
Baatjies: The Control Factor.
(Whispers)
Keep Writing.
Rose:
(Takes it out)
Here it is.
Right here.
Baatjies: (Darkened voice)
There it is . . .
Rose: Yeah, it’s in my palm.
You Fu**er!
Baatjies: Your own prison, your need for accomplishments . . . .
Invincible.
Rose:
(Nervous)
I’ll just write more, do more, paint more, be more, think at a higher level, more, more, more, more, more, more . . .
Baatjies: Yes!
More!
Write!
More!
Paint!
More!
Rose: Yes!
(Authority)
More!
Baatjies: The same way you write a story just to Daydream your life away in some foolish case about Children no one gives a f**k about.
(Hysteria)
Hahahahahahaha!
Rose:
(Shouts)
Nooooooooooooo!
Baatjies: Yeeeeeeeessssss!
(Whispers)
Keep Writing.
Rose: You. . . .
(Walking back)
Baatjies: (Walking forward)
Rose:
This case is real.
Real.
Monster!
Baatjies: My demonic face is your Fear.
(Shouts)
You brought me here!
Rose:
I did not!?
Baatjies: Yes you did.
Rose:
(Shouts)
No!
Baatjies:
You did!
(Shouts)
Rose:
How!?
Baatjies: (Points down)
In the pages of the book.
(Whispers)
Keep Writing.
Rose:
It’s real!
Real!
(Flips the pages of the book)
Baatjies: If it is Real . . .
Detective.
Rose: (Silence)
Baatjies: Then why are we in a Dream?
(Whispers)
Keep Writing.
Rose: Because . . .
Baatjies: Coward!
Rose: I’m scared . . .
(Holds his hand over his face beginning to weep)
Baatjies: You are a scared.
Crying . . . .
(Chuckles)
Like those Children . . .
(Chuckles)
Dead weight.
(Whispers)
Keep Writing.
Rose: (Looks at Baatjies)
Not of you . . .
Unknown Grisly: (Puzzled)
Rose: But of myself . . .
Unknown Grisly: Stop this.
Rose: Not of somebody else’s making . . .
Unknown Grisly: Stop this now, Author . . .
Write, paint, continue, in these pages, in that book!
(Shouts)
Perform!
(Shouts)
Perform!
Rose: But that of my own . . .
Making.
(Begins to rise, starts standing tall)
I am scared of my own power to be free from you because I made you.
(Looks at Unknown Grisly)
I made you.
Unknown Grisly: No!
Rose:
You’re nothing.
Like this Book.
Unknown Grisly: (Shouts)
Rose!
Rose:
Be gone,
Enemy.
(Baatjies falls asleep within his own recollection, Rose remains Silent, looks at The Fire, thinks of the memory of Karabo Mokoena, his wife, tells himself, “I will see you soon”, the illusion of the Mirage begins to dwindle, his Magnetism is beginning to deplete, The Detective can feel his energy diminishing, The Author is growing tired, The Cave is starting to melt, he notices The Water, The Light that Shimmers on it and ponders . . . )
Rose:
Invincible, is just a name,
I have no enemies.
(He thereafter takes his Red Notebook, looks at The Fire, goes through all the pages, all the SAGAS, all the characters, all the creativity, all the writing, all the twists, all the turns, all the theology, all the politics, all the psychology, all the philosophy, all the sociology, all the criminality, all the facts, all the fictions, all the elation, all the violence, all the sadness, all the anger, all the horror, all the splendour, all the empathy, all the smiles, all the romance, all the broken hearts, all the eros, all the joy, all the tears, all the things, he thought, he was, he moves towards The Fire, getting ready to throw the book in the flames, as he does so, he becomes hesitant, conflictual, being brought to somber, unable to let go of the hold, the weight, the bravado, the immensity, of his Daydream, the remnants of Unknown Grisly begin to reappear, he can feel The Enemy starting to smell his Fear, then, in an unusual manner, he kneels in a prayer, situating The Red Notebook near The Fire, he thereafter asks God)
Rose:
Lord,
Help me?
(Tears)
The Intermediate End of Rose, SAGA III, The Enigma Case of Unknown Grisly, Sacrifice (Solace), pg. 29 / 36
The Enemy Within or The Shimmering Light on Water, 75x75cm, Acrylic, watercolour, ink, crayon, pencil on White Masonite Board by Detective Rose
