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Given the confusing and chaotic times we are now living in, it seems appropriate to look for answers in a wisdom deeper than our modern culture can muster. Now is a perfect time to call more atttention to...
The Prophetic Visions of 'Grandfather'
as told by Tracker Tom Brown Jr.
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 realized the deeper
lessons of what Grandfather was trying to teach me. I realized 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.
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Red Sky Prophecy - Part 2 of 2
by Tom Brown Jr.
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 realized, 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.
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
terrorize 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 these Visions some time
in the 1920s.
About the Author:
Tom Brown, Jr has called the wilderness
home for most of his life. In 1978 he wrote his first book, The Tracker (an
autobiography), and founded the Tracker School where he teaches courses in
survival skills such as tracking, nature awareness and ancient Earth philosophy.
He has since written another 15 books, including Tom Brown's Field Guide to
Wilderness Survival as well as The Search, The Vision, The Quest, The Journey,
Grandfather and Awakening Spirits. For details on tracking courses and how to
obtain Tom's books, visit The Tracker, Inc. website at www.trackerschool.com.
This article was extracted from Nexus
Magazine, Volume 7, Number 1 (December 1999 - January 2000).
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