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Night of the Red Sky The Prophetic Vision of 'Grandfather' In the
1920s, an Apache wise man had a Vision of four prophecies that foretold death
and destruction for mankind, unless we incorporate Spirit in our daily lives.
Two of
these prophecies may already have come true A number of people can predict the future, but few get the
timing correct. "Grandfather" was an Apache wise man and scout, named
Stalking Wolf, who grew up outside white man's influence. His many
predictions not only came true in the manner he predicted, but also when he
predicted. Tom Brown, Jr learned extensively from
Grandfather for twenty years, from their first meeting when Tom was seven
years old. Stalking Wolf was the real-life grandfather of Tom's best friend
at the time. The following excerpt from Tom's book, The Quest, tells
of Grandfather's predictions for all of mankind. Looking back, I can clearly see that Grandfather's
prophecies, unlike anything else, had the greatest influence on my life. At
the time they had little more effect than to frighten me and cause me to sit
up and take notice. It wasn't until after his prophecies began to come true
that their haunting impact began to affect me in a very profound way. More than any other person-prophet, religious
leader or psychic-I have ever met, Grandfather's prophecies, on both a major
and a minor scale, came true exactly at the time he prophesied and exactly as
he prophesied. With that record, I could not help but feel the impact of
these prophecies on my life. Grandfather could foretell the future with
tremendous accuracy. Not only could he precisely tell us what would happen in
the next moment, day, week or year, but with the same accuracy he could
predict the possible futures for ten years and more away. It was not long
before I began to keep detailed records of his predictions, along with other
notes I kept on survival skills, tracking, awareness and things of the Spirit.
I received from Grandfather hundreds of personal, minor predictions, and well
over half have since come true. Along with the minor personal prophecies was
a list of 103 major predictions, of which, to date, over 65 have become
absolutely true, not only in time and place but also in the exact order in
which they were predicted to happen. Grandfather said that there was not future, only
possible futures. The 'now' was like the palm of a hand, with each finger
being the possible future, and, as always, one of the futures was always the
most powerful, the way that the main course of events would surely take us.
Thus his predictions were of the possible future, which meant that he always
left a choice. "If a man could make the right
choices," he said, "then he could significantly alter the course of
the possible future. No man, then, should feel insignificant, for it only
takes one man to alter the consciousness of mankind through the
Spirit-that-moves-in-all-things. In essence, one thought influences another,
then another, until the thought is made manifest throughout all of Creation.
It is the same thought, the same force, that causes an entire flock of birds
to change course, as the flock then has one mind." Out of all the personal and major prophecies
that Grandfather foretold, there are four that stand out above all the rest.
It is these four that mark the destruction of man and life on Earth, as we
know it to exist now. Yet Grandfather said that we could still change things,
even after the first two prophecies came true, but that there could be no
turning back after the third. Now that we have gone well past the second
prophecy, danger and destruction are very apparent, and our only recourse is
to work harder to change what has possibly become the inevitable. The urgency
that I feel-now, more than ever-is a direct result of the second, impossible
prophecy coming true. It is the reason that I teach, sometimes with a certain
desperation, and constantly with the sense that we are quickly running out of
time. I should have worked harder and with that same
desperation at a much earlier date, but, like the rest of mankind, it took a
strong message to get me motivated. I should have known that these things he
prophesied would some day come true, because his personal, minor predictions
were coming true daily. He so accurately foretold of Rick's death on a
white horse, that I would some day teach, that I would have a son-and that
taking him into the Pine Barrens for the first time would forever change my
life. He predicted the formation of my school, my books, my family, and even
the horrible mistakes I would make as I tried to live within society. Yet with all of this coming true on a daily
basis, I simply would not believe or accept that the major prophecy of man's
destruction would come true, and its reality hit me hard. It was then that
the urgency made itself known. I remember so vividly the "night of the
four prophecies"-as I have become accustomed to calling that night when
Grandfather first made us aware of their possibility. We had been with
Grandfather for five years at the time and were accustomed to his prophecies
and their accuracy. Our ability to understand the things of the
Spirit world were as sure as our ability to survive and track. Very little of
what society calls "the paranormal" shocked us any more, because
miracles were part of our everyday existence. Grandfather was a living
miracle, and so many of the things that he did on a daily basis, sometimes
unconsciously, would be considered miraculous by most. Yet as savvy as we
were spiritually, the night of the four prophecies shocked us like nothing we
had ever experienced before. We had been hiking all day without much of a
break, making our way to a place where we were going to camp, atop a small
hill that I now call Prophecy Hill. It was a typical midsummer hike: hot,
humid and dusty, with no water available along our entire travel route. As
usual, we still took time to stop frequently or take side trips to explore
various areas along our route. The adventure and exploration kept us fresh
and eager, making the fatigue, heat and thirst hardly factors. Many times along the way, Grandfather would stop
and teach us-not physical lessons of survival, tracking or awareness, but
lessons dealing with the awareness of Spirit. Very often he would discuss the
future and, almost as frequently, the past-the distant past. At one point we stopped along the deer trail we
were travelling and followed Grandfather through some heavy brush. The trees
and shrubs were far different than those throughout the rest of the Pine
Barrens, and I immediately knew this place as an old homestead or town of
some sort. Even though the buildings had long since rotted away, the plants
and trees still marked the spot where civilisation had once stood. Passing
through several very thick areas, we finally entered a grove of very tall,
old sycamore trees. From their branches and up their trunks ran huge vines,
the kind one might imagine finding in a jungle. In fact, the whole place
looked like a jungle-so out of place from the pine, oak and blueberry that is
typical in the Pine Barrens. As we sat down, a deeper spiritual sense of
awareness came over me, and it was then that I noticed the gravestones. This was the place of a very old and probably
long-forgotten cemetery, possibly belonging to the town that had once been
here. The stones were old; some lay flat on the ground and others stood
upright, though none was straight. Plants and bushes had overrun many of the
stones, and I could barely make out the markings on the stones. The
weathering process had worn away many of the names and dates, making them
barely readable. At once we were in awe, humbled and reverent in
this place of death; at the same time, we were amazed that Grandfather had
found it so easily. To my knowledge, none of us had been there before, nor
had Grandfather ever spoken of this graveyard. Yet for some reason he seemed
to be drawn to it, knowing that it was there on some unseen spiritual level,
at least unseen to us. I suspect now, as I look back, that he knew that it
would become a teaching lesson for us. He walked over to a gravestone that was
partially hidden by foxgrape vines and gently pulled them away. After a long
moment, he motioned us to come over. We could barely make out the name on the
grave or the dates, but at the bottom was carved clearly: "12 years
old". Grandfather then spoke. "Who are these
people; who is this boy? What did they work for and what were their hopes,
dreams and visions? Did they just work physically or did they work for the
things beyond the flesh, for a grander purpose? Certainly they affected the
Spirit-that-moves-in-all-things, but did they really work to the best of
their ability to make things better for the future of their grandchildren, or
did they do nothing other than to perpetuate the myth of society? Were they
happy, joyous and filled with spiritual rapture, or did they just lead lives
of labour and mediocrity? And did this boy live close to the Earth and the
Creator, or did he just give up his youth, his sense of adventure, to toil,
as did his parents and their parents before them? This boy was exactly your
age, and I suspect he had hopes and dreams much like yours. But this is his
legacy, lying in a forgotten grave." "But, Grandfather," I said,
"isn't it enough just to be happy and live your life fully?" After a long moment of silence, Grandfather
answered. "It is not enough that man be just happy in the flesh, but he
must also be happy and joyous in spirit. For without spiritual happiness and
rapture, life is shallow. Without seeking the things of the Spirit, life is
half lived and empty. And by spiritual life I do not mean just setting aside
one hour of one day of one week for worship, but to seek the things of the spirit
every moment of every day. I ask you, then: What did these people do to seek
spiritual enlightenment and rapture? Did they just give in to a life that was
little more than work? They were given a choice every day of their lives-as
you will be given a choice to seek the rapture of the Spirit or to resign
yourselves to a life of meaningless work. The end result is always the same:
forgotten graves and forgotten dreams of forgotten people. It is not
important that anyone notice or remember, but that you work to touch God and
affect in a positive way the consciousness of the
Spirit-that-moves-in-all-things, thus bringing the consciousness of man
closer to the Creator." We left the graveyard without a word and headed
up to the campsite on the hill. By the time we reached the camp, it had
cooled off and the Sun had long since set. As we built shelters and a fire
and gathered food, time seemed to fly by unnoticed, as my mind was thoroughly
engrossed in thoughts of the lessons in the graveyard. I wondered how much I
might be like that nameless dead boy in that forgotten grave. Was I just
seeking the flesh and not working hard enough in the things of the Spirit? It was then that I realised the deeper lessons
of what Grandfather was trying to teach me. I realised then that I should
live life as if I were to die tomorrow, for that is what happened to that
young boy. No one can be assured of another day, but we must live each day
fully, in flesh and most of all in Spirit. It isn't important that anyone
remember who we were, but that we made a positive change in the consciousness
of the Spirit-that-moves-in-all-things, the life force of the Earth, and, in
doing so, find spiritual rapture and touch the Creator. I sat by the fire after the work was done,
relaxing, still deep in thought about the boy in the graveyard. Grandfather
sat at the far end of the fire, his eyes closed, but I suspected that he was
not sleeping. In the firelight, his features appeared more that of a spirit
than of flesh. Quietly he leaned forward and answered the many questions I
had on my mind. At times, his ability to know what was on my mind was
unnerving, sometimes making me angry to think that he could know my thoughts.
"Did you ever watch a flock of sandpipers
on the beach, how they ebb and flow with the tides, becoming at times not a
gathering of individual animals but one organism, moving as a unit together
along the surf? When they burst into flight, their cohesiveness is even more
startling and wondrous. At once they all will be flying in a certain
direction, and then in an instant the entire flock will turn simultaneously
and take a new direction. "Studied closely, there is no one bird that
makes the decision to turn, but it seems to be a Spirit, a collective
consciousness, that runs through the flock instantly. When viewed from afar,
the flock appears to be one animal, one organism, one consciousness, governed
by the collective force and spirit of all the individuals. It is this same
consciousness that runs through man, Nature and the Earth-that which we call
the 'Spirit-that-moves-in-all-things', or the 'life force'. "I suspect," he continued, "that
it is but one bird that creates the thought that turns the flock, and the one
thought becomes immediately manifested in all the others. The individual then
transcends self and becomes one with the whole. Thus, at once, the bird moves
within the flock and the flock moves within the bird. So, then, do not ask
what you can do to affect the life force in a positive way, for the same
Spirit that moves within the birds also moves within you. One person, one
idea, one thought can turn the flock of society away from the destructive
path of modern times. It is not a question as to whether we make a
difference, for we all make a difference, each of us in our own way. It is
the difference we make that is important." "So if we live a life that is close to the
Spirit, seek the spiritual rapture of oneness, that will affect the outcome
of life," I said. My statement was more a question than a declaration. "It is not enough," Grandfather said,
"just to seek the things of the Spirit on a personal level. To do so is
selfish, and those who just seek the spiritual realms for themselves are not
working to change the Spirit that moves through the consciousness of man.
Instead they are running away, hiding from their responsibility and using
their wisdom for their own glorification. Spiritual man must then work for a
principle, a cause, a Quest far greater than the glorification of self, in
order to affect the spirit that can change the course of man's
destruction." I sat for a long time in the quietude of the
night, trying desperately to understand what Grandfather had told me. In
essence, it was not enough to work for spiritual enlightenment for self, but
to work for the spiritual enlightenment of all of mankind. To work only for
self, to cloister oneself in the seeking of spiritual rapture, is to run from
this responsibility. What Grandfather was saying is that a spiritual person
must take the wisdom and philosophy of the Earth and bring it back into
modern society. Grandfather spoke again. "Trying to live a
spiritual life in modern society is the most difficult path one can walk. It
is a path of pain, of isolation and of shaken faith, but that is the only way
that our Vision can become reality. Thus the true Quest in life is to live
the philosophy of the Earth within the confines of man. There is no church or
temple we need to seek peace, for ours are the temples of the wilderness.
There are no spiritual leaders, for our hearts and the Creator are our only
leaders. Our numbers are scattered; few speak our language or understand the
things that we live. Thus we walk this path alone, for each Vision, each
Quest, is unique unto the individual. But we must walk within society or our
Vision dies, for a man not living his Vision is living death." For a long time there was no other conversation.
I retired into my own thoughts and doubts. I did not want to live within
society, for the wilderness was my home, my love, my life and my spiritual
rapture. I could not see why a man could not live his Vision in the purity of
wilderness, away from the distractions of society. I could feel no urgency or
see any reason why I should take what I have learned back to society. Grandfather's voice shattered my thoughts.
"The Earth is dying. The destruction of man is close, so very close, and
we must all work to change that path of destruction. We must pay for the sins
of our grandfathers and grandmothers, for we have long been a society that
kills its grandchildren to feed its children. There can be no rest, and we
cannot run away; far too many in the past have run away. It is very easy to
live a spiritual life away from man, but the truth of Vision in spiritual
life can only be tested and become a reality when lived near society." "How do I know that we are so close to that
destruction?" I asked. "I had a Vision," Grandfather said.
"It was a Vision of the destruction of man. But man was given four warnings
to that destruction, two of which gave man a chance to change his ways and
two of which would give the children of the Earth time to escape the
Creator's wrath." "How will I know these warnings, these
signs?" I asked. Grandfather continued. "They will be
obvious to you and those who have learned to listen to the Spirit of the
Earth; but to those who live within the flesh and know only flesh, there is
no knowing or understanding. When these signs, these warnings and prophecies,
are made manifest, then you will understand the urgency of what I speak. Then
you will understand why people must not just work for their own spiritual
rapture but to bring that rapture to the consciousness of modern man." The Four Signs Grandfather had been wandering for several years
and was well into his forties when the Vision of the four signs was given to
him. He had just finished his third Vision Quest at the Eternal Cave when the
Vision made itself known. He had been seated at the mouth of the cave,
awaiting the rising Sun, when the spirit of the warrior appeared to him. He
felt as if he were in a state somewhere between dream and reality, sleep and
wakefulness, until the spirit finally spoke and he knew that it was not his
imagination. The spirit called Grandfather's name and beckoned him to follow.
As Grandfather stood, he was suddenly
transported to another world. Again, he thought that he was dreaming, but his
flesh could feel the reality of this place; his senses knew that this was a
state of abject reality, but in another time and place. The spirit warrior spoke to Grandfather.
"These are the things yet to come that will mark the destruction of man.
These things you may never see, but you must work to stop them and pass these
warnings on to your grandchildren. They are the possible futures of what will
come if man does not come back to the Earth and begin to obey the laws of
Creation and the Creator. There are four signs, four warnings, that only the
children of the Earth will understand. Each warning marks the beginning of a
possible future, and as each warning becomes reality, so too does the future
it marks." With that, the spirit warrior was gone and
Grandfather was left alone in this strange, new world. The First Sign The world he was in was like nothing he had ever
known. It was a dry place with little vegetation. In the distance he saw a
village, yet it was made out of tents and cloth rather than from the
materials of the Earth. As he drew closer to the village, the stench of death
overwhelmed him and he grew sick. He could hear children crying, the moaning
of elders and the sounds of sickness and despair. Piles of bodies lay in open
pits awaiting burial, their contorted faces and frail frames telling of death
from starvation. The bodies appeared more like skeletons than flesh, and
children, adults and elders all looked the same, their once dark-brown
complexions now ash-grey. As Grandfather entered the village, the horror of
living starvation struck him deeper. Children could barely walk, elders lay dying,
and everywhere were the cries of pain and fear. The stench of death and the
sense of hopelessness overwhelmed Grandfather, threatening to drive him from
the village. It was then that an elder appeared to
Grandfather, at first speaking in a language that he could not understand.
Grandfather realised, as the elder spoke, that he was the spirit of a man-a
man no longer of flesh, but a man who had once walked a spiritual path,
possibly a shaman of this tribe. It was then that he understood what the old
one was trying to tell him. The elder spoke softly. "Welcome to what
will be called the 'land of starvation'. The world will one day look upon all
of this with horror and will blame the famine on the weather and the Earth.
This will be the first warning to the world that man cannot live beyond the
laws of Creation, nor can he fight Nature. If the world sees that it is to
blame for this famine, this senseless starvation, then a great lesson will be
learned. But I am afraid that the world will not blame itself, but that the
blame will be placed on Nature. The world will not see that it created this
place of death by forcing these people to have larger families. When the
natural laws of the land were broken, the people starved, as Nature starves
the deer in winter when their numbers are too many for the land to
bear." The old one continued. "These people should
have been left alone. They once understood how to live with the Earth, and
their wealth was measured in happiness, love and peace. But all of that was
taken from them when the world saw theirs as a primitive society. It was then
that the world showed them how to farm and live in a less primitive way. It
was the world that forced them to live outside the laws of Creation and, as a
result, is now forcing them to die." The old man slowly began to walk away, back to
the death and despair. He turned one last time to Grandfather, and said:
"This will be the first sign. There will come starvation before and
after this starvation, but none will capture the attention of the world with
such impact as does this one. The children of the Earth will know the lessons
that are held in all of this pain and death, but the world will only see it
as drought and famine, blaming Nature instead of itself." With that, the old one disappeared, and
Grandfather found himself back at the mouth of the Eternal Cave. [Author's note: This is the great African famine
that inspired the Bob Geldof "We are the World" Live Aid relief
effort.] Grandfather lay back on the ground, thinking
about what he had witnessed. He knew that it had been a Vision of the
possible future and that the spirit of the warrior had brought him to it to
teach him what could happen. Grandfather knew that people all over the Earth
were now starving-but why was this starvation so critical, so much more
important than all the rest, even more important than the starvation that was
taking place now? It was then that Grandfather recalled that the
tribal elder had said that the entire world would take notice, but that the
world would not learn the lessons of what the death and famine were trying to
teach. The children would die in vain. Grandfather looked out across the barren land
that surrounded the Eternal Cave to try to re-establish the reality of his
'now'. He said that it was still hard to discern between waking reality and
the world of Vision, but he felt that he was back into his time and place. He told me that the Eternal Cave was always a
place to find Visions of the possible and probable futures, and it was not uncommon
for the searcher to have a Vision at the mouth of the cave, not just inside. In a state of physical and emotional exhaustion,
Grandfather fell into a deep sleep, but it was in this sleep that the warrior
spirit appeared to him again and brought the remainder of the first sign to
completion. In his dream, the spirit spoke to Grandfather.
"It is during the years of the famine, the first sign, that man will be
plagued by a disease, a disease that will sweep the land and terrorise the
masses. The white coats [doctors/scientists] will have no answers for the
people, and a great cry will arise across the land. The disease will be born
of monkeys, drugs and sex. It will destroy man from inside, making common
sickness a killing disease. Mankind will bring this disease upon himself as a
result of his life, his worship of sex and drugs, and a life away from
Nature. This, too, is a part of the first warning; but, again, man will not
heed this warning and he will continue to worship the false gods of sex and the
unconscious spirit of drugs." [Author's note: This is presumably a
reference to AIDS.] The spirit continued. "The drugs will
produce wars in the cities of man, and the nations will arise against those
wars, arise against that killing disease. But the nations will fight in the
wrong way, lashing out at the effect rather than the cause. It will never win
these wars until the nation, until society, changes its values and stops
chasing the gods of sex and drugs. It is then, in the years of the first
sign, that man can change the course of the probable future. It is then that
he may understand the greater lessons of the famine and the disease. It is
then that there can still be hope. But once the second sign of destruction
appears, the Earth can no longer be healed on a physical level. Only a
spiritual healing can then change the course of the probable futures of
mankind." With that, the warrior spirit let Grandfather
fall into a deep and dreamless sleep, allowing him to rest fully before any
more Vision was wrought upon him. The Second Sign Grandfather awoke at the entrance of the cave
once again, the memory of the warrior spirit still vivid in his mind, the
spirit's words becoming part of his soul. When Grandfather looked out across the landscape,
all had changed. The landscape appeared drier; there was no vegetation to be
seen, and animals lay dying. A great stench of death arose from the land, and
the dust was thick and choking, the intense heat oppressive. Looking skyward,
the Sun seemed to be larger and more intense; no birds or clouds could be
seen, and the air seemed thicker still. It was then that the sky seemed to
surge and huge holes began to appear. The holes tore with a resounding,
thunderous sound, and the very Earth, rocks and soil shook. The skin of the sky seemed to be torn open like
a series of gaping wounds, and through these wounds seeped a liquid that
seemed like the oozing of an infection, a great sea of floating garbage, oil
and dead fish. It was through one of these wounds that Grandfather saw the
floating bodies of dolphins, accompanied by tremendous upheavals of the Earth
and violent storms. As he held fast to the trembling Earth, his eyes fell
from the sky, and all about him, all at once, was disaster. Piles of garbage
reached to the skies, forests lay cut and dying, coastlines were flooded and
storms grew more violent and thunderous. With each passing moment, the Earth
shook with greater intensity, threatening to tear apart and swallow
Grandfather. Suddenly the Earth stopped shaking and the sky
cleared. Out of the dusty air walked the warrior spirit, who stopped a short
distance from Grandfather. As Grandfather looked into the face of the spirit,
he could see that there were great tears flowing from his eyes, and each tear
fell to the Earth with a searing sound. The spirit looked at Grandfather for a long
moment, then finally spoke. "Holes in the sky." Grandfather thought for a moment, then, in a
questioning, disbelieving manner, said, "Holes in the sky?" And the spirit answered. "They will become
the second sign of the destruction of man. The holes in the sky and all that
you have seen could become man's reality. It is here, at the beginning of
this second sign, that man can no longer heal the Earth with physical action.
It is here that man must heed the warning and work harder to change the
future at hand. But man must not only work physically, he must also work
spiritually, through prayer, for only through prayer can man now hope to heal
the Earth and himself." There was a long pause as Grandfather thought
about the impossibility of holes in the sky. Surely Grandfather knew that
there could be a spiritual hole, but a hole that the societies of the Earth
could notice would hardly seem likely. The spirit drew closer and spoke again, almost
in a whisper. "These holes are a direct result of man's life, his
travel, and of the sins of his grandfathers and grandmothers. These holes,
the second sign, will mark the killing of his grandchildren and will become a
legacy to man's life away from Nature. It is the time of these holes that
will mark a great transition in mankind's thinking. They will then be faced
with a choice-a choice to continue following the path of destruction, or a
choice to move back to the philosophy of the Earth and a simpler existence.
It is here that the decision must be made, or all will be lost." Without another word, the spirit turned and
walked back into the dust. The Third Sign Grandfather spent the next four days at the cave
entrance, though for those four days nothing spoke to him, not even the
Earth. He said that it was a time of great sorrow, of aloneness, and a time
to digest all that had taken place. He knew that these things would not appear in
his lifetime, but they had to be passed down to the people of the future with
the same urgency and power with which they had been delivered to him. But he
did not know how he would explain these unlikely events to anyone. Surely the
elders and shamans of the tribes would understand, but not society, and
certainly not anyone who was removed from the Earth and Spirit. He sat for the full four days, unmoving, as if
made of stone, and his heart felt heavy with the burden he now carried. It was at the end of the fourth day that the
third Vision came to him. As he gazed out onto the landscape towards the
setting Sun, the sky suddenly turned to a liquid and then turned blood-red.
As far as his eyes could see, the sky was solid red, with no variation in
shadow, texture or light. The whole of Creation seemed to have grown still,
as if awaiting some unseen command. Time, place and destiny seemed to be in
limbo, stilled by the bleeding sky. He gazed for a long time at the sky, in a
state of awe and terror, for the red colour of the sky was like nothing he had
ever seen in any sunset or sunrise. The colour was that of man, not of
Nature, and it had a vile stench and texture. It seemed to burn the Earth
wherever it touched. As sunset drifted to night, the stars shone bright red,
the colour never leaving the sky, and everywhere the cries of fear and pain
were heard. Again, the warrior spirit appeared to
Grandfather, but this time as a voice from the sky. Like thunder, the voice
shook the landscape. "This, then, is the third sign, the night of the
bleeding stars. It will become known throughout the world, for the sky in all
lands will be red with the blood of the sky, day and night. It is then, with
this sign of the third probable future, that there is no longer hope. Life on
the Earth as man has lived it will come to an end, and there can be no
turning back, physically or spiritually. It is then, if things are not
changed during the second sign, that man will surely know the destruction of
the Earth is at hand. It is then that the children of the Earth must run to the
wild places and hide. For when the sky bleeds fire, there will be no safety
in the world of man." Grandfather sat in shocked horror as the voice
continued. "From this time, when the stars bleed, to
the fourth and final sign, will be four seasons of peace [that is, one year].
It is in these four seasons that the children of the Earth must live deep in
the wild places and find a new home, close to the Earth and the Creator. It
is only the children of the Earth that will survive, and they must live the philosophy
of the Earth, never returning to the thinking of man. And survival will not
be enough, for the children of the Earth must also live close to the Spirit.
So tell them not to hesitate if and when this third sign becomes manifest in
the stars, for there are but four seasons to escape." Grandfather said that the voice and red sky
lingered for a week, and then were gone as quickly as they were manifest. The Fourth Sign He did not remember how many days he'd spent at
the mouth of the cave, nor did it make a difference, for he had received the
Vision he had come for. It was in his final night at the Eternal Cave
that the fourth Vision came to Grandfather, this time carried by the voice of
a young child. The child said, "The fourth and final sign
will appear through the next ten winters [that is, ten years] following the
night that the stars will bleed. During this time, the Earth will heal itself
and man will die. For those ten years, the children of the Earth must remain
hidden in the wild places, make no permanent camps, and wander to avoid
contact with the last remaining forces of man. They must remain hidden, like
the ancient scouts, and fight the urge to go back to the destruction of man.
Curiosity could kill many." There was a long silence, until Grandfather
spoke to the child spirit, asking, "And what will happen to the worlds
of man?" There was another period of silence until
finally the child spoke again. "There will be a great famine throughout
the world, like man cannot imagine. Waters will run vile, the poisons of
man's sins running strong in the waters of the soils, lakes and rivers. Crops
will fail, the animals of man will die, and disease will kill the masses. The
grandchildren will feed upon the remains of the dead, and all about will be
the cries of pain and anguish. Roving bands of men will hunt and kill other
men for food, and water will always be scarce, getting scarcer with each
passing year. The land, the water, the sky will all be poisoned, and man will
live in the wrath of the Creator. Man will hide at first in the cities, but
there he will die. A few will run to the wilderness, but the wilderness will
destroy them, for they had long ago been given a choice. Man will be
destroyed, his cities in ruin, and it is then that the grandchildren will pay
for the sins of their grandfathers and grandmothers." "Is there then no hope?" Grandfather
asked. The child spoke again. "There is only hope
during the time of the first and second signs. Upon the third sign, the night
of the bleeding, there is no longer hope, for only the children of the Earth
will survive. Man will be given these warnings; if unheeded, there can be no
hope, for only the children of the Earth will purge themselves of the cancers
of mankind, of mankind's destructive thinking. It will be the children of the
Earth who will bring a new hope to the new society, living closer to the
Earth and Spirit." Then all was silent, the landscape cleared and
returned to normal, and Grandfather stepped from the Vision. Shaken, he said that
he had wandered for the next season, trying to understand all that had been
given to him, trying to understand why he had been chosen. Grandfather had related the story to me in great
detail during that night of the four prophecies. I don't think that any event
had been left out, and his emotions and thoughts were such that he actually
relived it for us. Thus the power of his Vision became part of our spirit,
our driving force, and a big part of our fears. I sat for a long time up on the hill. The fire
had gone out, and all had retired to sleep for the night. Creation seemed to
be at a standstill, awaiting this darkest part of the night to pass by. I
felt alone and vulnerable, as if all of Creation were scrutinising my every
thought. Grandfather had this Vision some time in the
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