The Perakee Way

by Larry Brinkley

I have noticed that many who read these posts have a primary language other than English. My hat certainly goes off to those folks. It must be extremely difficult to follow our musings in a tongue alien to their own. For English, as I rather imagine other languages do too, has many subtleties, fine-drawn distinctions of irony, humor, sarcasm, wit, bitterness, and joy. But what else can you expect from a form of communication that utilizes a predetermined series of squeaks and grunts, and is recorded by stylized scratchings?

And many of our words have different meanings. Take the word grandfather, for instance. My dictionary gives three different meanings for that word: a parental father; a forefather or ancestor; a pre-existing condition, as in “grandfather clause.” I would add another definition to that list: a personification of racial memory or ancestral knowledge.

I am attempting to record here, for the purposes of posterity, stories that were given to me by my grandfather that were developed by people with Simian lines as a didactic device to help others with Simian lines understand who and what they are. Folks with Simian lines are called Perakee, and those with Heart lines are called Mahakah. These stories are Toltec in origin, and were passed from Perakee to Perakee by the Bo Tribe of the Caddo.

The Perakee perceived that there are four stages in the life of Perakee. The third stage, from ages seventeen to twenty-nine, is spoken of as a great battle that rages in the hearts and minds of all men. All religions and philosophies tell of this great battle, in many and varied ways. Only the most astute of Mahakah see this battle as a personal process. Most see it as something that only peripherally concerns them. But the battle inside Mahakah is never really quite drawn to a final conclusion. The result of all war is not necessarily the total annihilation of the enemy, but the destruction of that enemy’s capability to strike back. And since neither side is strong enough in Mahakah to kill the other, the battle goes on and on and on.

The battle inside Perakee, on the other hand, is drawn to a final conclusion, around the age of twenty-nine. If left to their own devices, one energy or the other will in fact kill the other, or dominate it so completely that it is never an effective force in the life of that individual again. Once the battle is over, the Yellow energies will rise, all right, only to be dominated in turn by the winner of the battle. In effect, the winner, whether Red or Blue, will be a dictator, a tyrant. And the individual loses all freedom of choice.

The only worthwhile conclusion is for neither Red nor Blue energies to win, but for the individual to bring the fighting energies under control of Will. And there is no one on God’s green earth that can tell you how to win this fight. There have been many who have won, and their stories are shining examples that it can be done, like stories in the Bible and other holy works of all times and lands. But every story is different. No two people won their fight just alike.

The Perakee felt that knowledge is the only tool we have to help win this struggle. The younger a person is when he begins learning—about who and what he is, what the energies are, how they work, what the fight is all about—the higher his chances of success. Without knowledge, the chances of success are actually very low. It breaks down approximately:

However, knowledge changes all these numbers. The gaining of knowledge—of who and what we are, of how to deal with the struggle within ourselves, how to comprehend a world of our own perceptions—is the great opportunity that the discussion board has given us. What we learn here over the next year or twenty years may change the way Simians are looked at, and the way we look at each other.

We either do it ourselves, or the world will write on our tombstone:

It wasn’t his fault.
He was a genetic defect.
The poor man never had a chance.