Date: Fri, 25 Jul 1997 04:44:14 -0700 (PDT)
Subj: [Benjamin] He that won't be counsell'd, can't be help'd. (1747)

On Thu, 24 Jul 1997 19:59:01 -0700 (PDT), ""
address deleted wrote:

> "All this makes no sense to me right now.  The only thing that corroborates
> what you have told me so far is our waking up a few miles away from the
> village after being slain by Ford’s men.  That is the only thing in my
> whole life on this world could be considered to be more than a coincidence."

"I am sure there will be more, and soon."

> "I had a vision after you left; I was calling for one.  Before I collapsed,
> I heard a voice telling me that this place is unbalanced, wrong, and to
> find what is wrong with it.  But is this really what I am supposed to be
> looking for and what can I possibly do about it?"

"Oh, I am sure that it is really what someone wishes you to do.  I simply
no longer trust that that someone isn't treating us as Tools, to be used
and discarded with no concern for our Welfare.  It is eminently typical for
the Visions to tell you that you must do something, but to tell you nothing
of how it might be done.  If it ever tells you something you can actually
*do* to fix this unbalance, come see me, but until then, I do not trust it
to guide you or me to anything but further Disharmony and Slaughter and
Suffering."

> "I thank you for speaking to me, but I cannot stay with you.  You have
> spent many moons on this world and have found your calling; perhaps you are
> right.  I seem to have been given a greater purpose.  Whether or not I have
> understood it, I cannot say, but I also know that I cannot rest until I
> have found out the truth..."  Almost whispering, "...and my people."

Benjamin started to speak, then again stopped himself and nodded silently.

After Matoaka was gone, he sadly returned to his previous plans.