The Lessons of The Mother Prophet
“A silhouette of a wolf stood high in the sky. The earth shook as the upturned head of the red-eyed animal howled. The moonlit night gave little clue that life existed upon the land. Fog blanketed the earth’s surface, allowing no glimpse of it. On a night that loomed bleak and dreary, the bones of the dead, rattled deep down inside dark graves as they rose to sit upon the earth. A golden-eyed owl perched high on the limb of a leafless tree. Its bright eyes shone for all that journeyed forth in the dead of the night. Winged fowls flew through the night air in answer to the wolf’s call.
Marine life swirled around in every body of water. Silent footsteps moved across the land as the spirits of animals, large and small, howled in their voices, acknowledging this long-awaited gathering.
It was the night of the rebirth of the Mother Prophet to walk upon the earth again.”
