It was getting dark, and the smell of the mist had become heavy in the air. A woman stepped lightly, her feet cracked and aged. Her eyes were shut and her hands were held naturally at her sides. She walked on wet mossy earth and saw everything around her as her feet made soft indents in the earth. It was mother, the original mother. She had grown from the branch of the greenest tree, and was born from the womb of the rich and dark brown earth. She stepped slowly, breathing in the scent of clean air. She could feel the birth of a new young brother through the vibrations of the ferns brushing against her exposed ankles. She smiled as she realized he would most deffinetley be furry and four legged. She could see the pain of an old horse in the distance as she took a deep breath through her nose. She whispered to the wind and thanked him for his years spent on our grandmother and prayed he return safely to grandfather sky.
Mother stopped walking, she had arrived on the hill above her small village, a place of balance and respect. She sat at the edge of the cliff and opened her eyes. Before her was a spectacular valley, protected on all sides by spectacular mountains covered in living green foliage.
Mother put one hand on her heart and closed her eyes. She placed the other flat on the ground and waited to feel the pulse of the valley. First she felt the reverberations of the bushes and small animals, next she could count the beat of the small birds and the beings that slither. Then came the hum of the primates and the bugs, as well as the song of the trees. Lastly she found the Human vibration, only a high pitched tick keeping time in the background of the song.
She then could see the whole valley and the full story of the sacred land. She could see the past, and saw the great test of days gone by as her people almost met their demise. She watched as they experienced revival. She then began to listen to the story of the future, she heard the strangers come and saw the strange things they brought from places far away. She could feel them bring sickness, she could hear them bring cures. She could see the world changing and felt a new way. She saw crosses and tall people with faces white like coconut. She saw power change hands and heard the whisper of a man named Jesus. The people who brought him however, had currupted his teachings. She saw far into the future, and spotted a woman sitting in a beautiful old church, her body bent forward, her troubles deeps lines on her face. Her hair was black and her eyes were brown, her small mouth whispering memorized words, a string of beads held between her fingers. Mother saw her, and felt her pain. Mother began to sway back and forth and chant the song of the birds and the cries of the seals. She called to the woman, her child, far off in the future. But the woman did not hear the call of the first tongues. She knew not the sound of the turtles as they crawled through the night. She was deaf to the chatter of the insects. She could not read the chapters in a spider web, she was blind to the motion of the leaves. Mother felt shock, she had never known of a life who was illiterate in the ways of her family. Mother dug her fingers softly into the earth. She listened for the melody of the grandmother, and began to sing along to the music of ancient earth. She asked "oh grandmother, how have my children become so lost? When was their balance destroyed? How did their hearts become severed from the ground?" Grandmother showed herself to Mother and mother could see the world beyond the valley. Grandmother showed her lands around the mountains and the rivers the spread out In all different directions like fingers giving life to the land. She saw the oceans and the animals from all over the earth. Mother looked closely at grandmothers beauty, and noticed that something was wrong. She saw what was poisoning her family, she saw waste, she saw garbage and destruction. She wept as she saw trees falling to the ground before their time and animals homeless and hungry. Mother screamed, for the pain of grandmother, for the destruction of her home, for the imbalance in the world.
Mother whispered softly "why?"
Grandmother sang into the wind the song of old times. The story of the circle of all things and the tale of brother balance and his inconsistent existence. Grandmother said to mother "all things will be restored in time"
Mother looked again for the woman praying in the large church and saw her as she prayed to strange men of the past. She looked closely at the woman and saw something in the lines of her face and the soft sparkle of her eyes. For this was her child, daughter of her daughter. Mother knew in that moment that these trials to would pass.
Mother opened her eyes and looked around. The night had arrived and sister Luna had come to awake the creatures of her domain. Mother felt peaceful and a smile tickled her lips. For hope would never be lost, the energy of the great universe would always restore the balance of everything.
Mother walked down into her valley to join her family, eyes closed, hands at her sides.
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