INTRODUCTION: GRANDFATHER’S INVOCATION
He
stood in the deepest place. He stood in a place that was closest to the
core. He stood in the sacred place and held the eagle feather. He
raised the feather to the sky people, to the guardians of the world
above.
“I
pray to you, people of the sky, be with us this week. Stay with us and
keep us safe.” The shaman spoke in the old language, his voice rising
and falling. It was neither querulous nor weak. No one hearing it would
guess his age.
Hundreds of warriors watched silently, sitting in the deepest place. Grandfather turned to the four directions, one by one.
“I
pray to you, guardians of the North, for the strength to overcome the
cold time, to get us through the hard time. Let the People come to this
last Meeting. Let them come with clear eyes to see what is here. Let
them see the Great One, behind and beyond and through all places and
directions.”
Let them give up their strife and fault finding, the old man prayed silently. Let
them stop picking each word I say apart. Let them see you, O Great One,
and stop fighting me. I am your tool and your soldier, nothing more.
Grandfather swayed on his feet, feeling the Presence of the One. O
Great One! You who fills all the earth, and the stars; the things that
we can see, and the things that we cannot see. I love you! I praise you!
I worship you!
“Let
the People feel the river of love this week. Let each of them learn
what he came here to learn. Let each learn what she came to learn. Take
away the darkness, O Lord, and bring us your light.”
He
turned to the East. “I praise you, guardians of the East. Give us your
power, the power of new life, the power of spring over winter, of
awakening. Watch over us and give us victory.”
Give us victory over the intruders from the outside, and over the intruders from the inside, he prayed within his heart. Free
us from our poisonous thoughts and feelings, from the desire to see
only small things and differences. Let us see that we are the same. As
you are the One, so we are one.
Bud
Creeman stood next to Grandfather, circulating the smoke with his
feather fan. He let out a piercing cry. “I see you, Great One! I see
you!” He raised his hands high.
The
old man turned and held the eagle feather over his head. “I praise you,
great Southern warriors. I praise you with great love. Thank you for
your peace, your serenity. Your plenty, the plenty of summer and the
good harvest. Be with us this week, show us your bounty.”
Let us accept your bounty with graciousness and love, he prayed. Let us recognize a great gift when it may appear small, or not what we wanted, or not a gift at all.
Then
Grandfather turned to the Western gate, the passage between this world
and the other side. “Watcher of the Gate, let us die and die again, the
little deaths that mean growth and change. Let the parts of us that need
to die go, and the parts that need to live stay. May we pass through
your doorway in glory when the last dying comes!”
And
may our visitors from the great corporation get what they need this
week. May they have the love and courage they need; may they have the
will to die and be reborn.
He
sang in the old language, his voice rising over the Bowl. He stood in
the deepest part—in the amphitheater they called the Pit—where the
meteor struck long before the dawn of days. Grandfather knew that the
meteor did not give the Power. The Power was there before anything. The
Power made everything.
“I
love you, I worship you, I praise your name and glory. Be with me all
of my days. Protect us, O Great One, from our enemies inside and
outside.”
He
sat cross-legged on the earth. The warriors were around. Rapture
overcame him, followed by tears of joy as they rose from the bliss
inside. Like a sun, came the Great One; like the sun of suns, splitting
his heart in two, tearing him in pieces until the bliss was so great
that the universe broke open and he dropped, a shining pearl, a
brilliant diamond, dropped into the nothing that exists beneath all that
is.
He heard no more until the sun was high.
The Long Awaited Sequel to NUMENON: A TALE OF MYSTICISM & MONEY
WILL WE HAVE PEACE OR OUR DARKEST NIGHTMARES?
Will Duane owns the
tech revolution. It's 1997; Will's been the richest man on the planet
for twenty years. He can sway governments and ruin lives. Will's latest
mission brings him into conflict with all that's holy.
He
and his corporate hot shots reach their destination, a Native American
spiritual retreat. Their luxurious motor homes enter the Mogollon Bowl, a
geophysical anomaly where anything can happen. Now Will can spring his
trap.
Grandfather,
the powerful shaman leading the retreat, seeks a world where love is
king, a world of peace and harmony. This vision has haunted him all his
life. His corporate guest is the key to making his vision real.
Grandfather knows exactly what Will Duane wants.
A
malicious force steps into the action. Both men's hopes are dashed, as a
sacred place becomes the playground of evil. A malevolent power tries
to claim their lives and souls.
You won't forget this modern day fable, a high-speed, high stakes fantasy with visionary roots.
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Genre - Visionary Fantasy
Rating – R
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