The fighting became so furious that the whole
mesa shook, and the moon, which had rizen
was also covered with blood.
When the wives and children came out,
all were consumed and drowned in the
blood, for it flowed as a
river upon the land.
Lali was silent inside. She looked upon all
that the Empress was showing her. Her little
heart broke when she looked upon all the
fathers and brothers killing each other
and desecrating the land.
She looked upon the lifeless bodies of the
mothers and grandmothers, the brothers
and sisters and all the children.
They floated into the distance upon
the river of blood, never to be
seen again. Was this the ending
of humanlife on earth Lali was
witnessing? Numbly she watched...
waiting to see the outcome of it all.
Lali began to realize how unfair she'd been to
her Grandmother. She didn't want to create
confusion anymore. War can only happen
when people stop caring for each other. She
never wanted to see war happen on earth again,
ever! "All of us must try to contribute to the
good of others to live in harmony with
Life Itself. This is the lesson we are all
learning," she thought to herself.
"In Lemuria we conceived these beings,"
she continued. "We taught them many
things. They learned to construct with
stone, great Temples to honor
Creative Forces that maintain us.
By now We expect Humans
to know how to construct their
Living Temple of flesh and bones
still honoring these Forces. There are no
more excuses. Humans have not learned yet
how to live together and respect the
Great Spirit indwelling in their bodies and
in the enviornment Nature provides."
Lali knew she'd been so ungrateful and lazy.
She wasn't proud of herself now, realizing
how her actions must have affected her dear
Gongi. But she was not only hurting Gongi,
herself and the rest of her family by her
callous apathy. She was also contributing
to the mean spiritedness that lingers in this
world of disguise, hiding in every corner
of our psyche, tempting us to be impetuous
and self-absorbed, so it can gather strength
and mobility....and ruin all the goodness in
our hearts....ruining it for everyone.
She would no longer give in to it!
The ominous clouds hung over the Mesa for
many centuries. Lali was quietly reflecting
on all she saw.
Even as a giant Thundercloud does,
she glided smoothly under the immense
heaviness, with cells eager to unload all it
had absorbed in it's arriving.
Tears eventually creased her
cheeks that had been smooth. They fell
to Earth, mixing with the blood
that still flowed in rivulets to the great
Delta down country. She had seen the Truth
about herself, and now she must find the
courage to live it.
Knowing the pain and persecution that
would accompany whatever courage she
could find within herself,
made her shudder.
Tears again welled up in her eyes and as she
wiped them away, she realized she was traveling
in the clouds again. She looked down and saw
great basins dried to salty deposits and mud pits.
Fish of every kind lay choking and dying upon
it's floor. This was happening to the whole earth.
The Earth was jaded by man's clever attempts to
outsmart the Natural Forces. Mirroring and
reflecting Man's Nature....the earth was naked
and dying. The created beings were
unable to find the key, much less be able to
turn it in the lock that would open the door
to awareness of their innate mystical
potency and consciousness (thru Faith).
Humans are an important factor in
maintaining the Earth's balance and
equinimity in Time and Space because
the power of conscious thought
has such an effect on all that lives.
Our technology creates it's own environment.
In so doing, it works agains the earth's
natural rhythm. And that is how it happened.
The outer layer of atmosphere escaped into
space and the Earth in it's death throws,
was reguritating us.
The Sun boiled the oceans away at last. The
nights were becoming so cold that nothing
but bateria could live upon the Earth.
Mankind itself perished, and the Earth was
a rotting stinking mess, revolving silently,
and wobbling uncontrollably in it's orbit.
Then she heard a long low whistle, and she
saw a great iron horse coming, galloping at
a great speed toward her from the horizon.
As it came past her, she could see the
Conductor was an Owl, and he was
singing a very peculiar melody. A cat was
helping to shovel coat into the mighty
furnace. All the passengers were peering
from the windows happily waving.
Among them were many souls of
living beings. They were being
escorted somewhere.
They were the survivors of the Age.
Now the train slowed somewhat as it
approached her. One of the children in the
Caboose leaned out the window and was
offering Lali something in his out stretched
hand. It was Hokami from the Cave,
but he looked like he was only 7 years old.
"Hey, where are you going?" she called to
him. He answered that they were all going
home now for they'd been fishing. He'd found
an owl with no head and wanted to keep it
for the feathers, but his parents said
it was bad luck, and to leave
it by the river. But he didn't want to listen
to them and hid it beneath his seat.
When Mother found it, she insisted he
throw it out the window immediately.
He saw Lali and held it out to her.
She reached out for it and he dropped it
into her hand. As he did that, he dissolved
into a mist and the train sped on.
Peaciwawala looked at the train until it
disappeared into the horizon and another
hundred years passed by.
Now she was very old.
Her eyes were deep with understanding
and contrition. They twinkled with their
secret as if the stars had come to Earth and
became her eyes. Her flesh hung now
from her fragile bones. Her matted hair had
turned completely white.
It hung loosely past her waist.
The wind flipped the ends of it every
which way, but she stood firmly rooted to
the spot on which she was standing.
She still held the decapitated owl in
her cupped hands. It was quite stiff ,
though the feathersremained
golden and soft.
The clouds on the Mesa were finally
beginning to dissolve.
The wind danced playfully all around
her. She stood as if in a vortex, tears
flowing freely down her withered face.
Without warning, the wind blew something
from the sky that got caught by her foot
and wrapped itself around her
leg. She reached down and picked it up. It
had strange writing on it on every side. She
examined it carefully, but couldn't read the
script, so she took it and wrapped the bird in it.
She looked around now and to her glad
surprize, she knew where she was.
She was again at the mouth of the cave.
She could hear Taweya and
his men calling to her in the distance.
When she blinked her eyes, she could see the
Empress again. When their eyes met, Lali felt
a warm glow. She could hear the soft
hooting of owls in the distance. The beautiful
Lady was speaking and the child listened.
"You must go back to your village now little one.
The day will come" the Empress said, "when
your people will need you. You must try very
hard to learn from your lessons so you will be
strong and ready for that time." When she
finished saying this, she just faded away.
Lali strained inside to hear the soft melodious
voice of the Empress, but she was gone and lali
would not see her again for many many years to
come. Finally Lali opened her eyes. In her lap
she held the headless carcass of a golden owl.
It was wrapped in the unusual paper still.
When she opened the package, she could
read the writing on the paper now.
It was a newspaper and
the Headline read:
"50 MEGATON BOMB TO BE TESTED
TODAY IN THE PACIFIC OCEAN".
Another headline read:
"NUCLEAR WASTE CONTAINERS TURN
UP OFF COAST OF BRAZIL".
She wept and wept, because she knew how
devestating these things were to all life on
Earth. Would Humans eventually annilate
the Earth? The Empress said
the people would need her.
What could she do to help stop the nightmare.
Would she be able to realize her
path before the final implosion of
consciousness and reverse the catastrophic
demise of the created beings? She felt so
small and unworthy. So unaffective
and insignificant. So helpless...and
alone. Why would they listen to her?
Just then a melody came out of her heart
and a song so rich and melodic, like the
Empress' voice came forth from her
ejubulantly. It was a song she would
remember for lifetimes,
and would sing someday....
if they would just listen....
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