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Facing Sunrize
Chapter 5, page 1
As the clouds pulled away, Lali found herself standing in the village again near her grandmother's lodge. Somewhat confused and dazed, she went in. Lali's Auntie Salanka was there and she was crying. Red Horse and the boys were there and they were all crying pitifully also. Even Soclea sobbed quietly in the shadows of the lodge. No one noticed Lali though she stood among them, trying to find the person they gathered around and for whom they were bereaving. Lali was looking for Gongi. When Lali tried getting past Salanka, it seemed as if she were walking right thru her Auntie's body. Then Lali saw her Grandmother lying there very still, upon the great grizzly bearskin rug. Rising Moon was kneeling beside her Grandmother and weeping. Lali was stunned and felt scaird. Big tears welled up in her eyes. What was happening?
Unable to see, she wiped the tears from her eyes. When she opened them again, she was no longer in Gongi's lodge, but traveling in space, surrounded by voluminous dark clouds. She tumbled uncontrollably thru the darkness, until suddenly she fell into a body of icy water. The sea was turbulent and she gasped for air, before the wave crashed brutally over her, burying her deeply in the frothy backwash of white waters. She thought she was going to die holding her breath, but as suddenly as the wave had hit, it dispersed and she found herself face down on the sand, still trying to catch her breath. When she looked up she pulled herself to the shore and walked away from the water's edge where she could sit up on the embankment and regain her composure. Finally getting control of her breath, she felt soberly refreshed.
As she looked about she was surprised and awed at the landscape before her. She was on a high mesa and the wind whipped her bones like a flame. The dark clouds thru which she'd fallen still hung acridly in plumes of lavender and ebony. They covered the sky and landscape. The unmistakable source of these clouds were fires that dotted the flat terrain in so many places she could not count them all.
Then she noticed there were legions of warriors. They were all from different tribes and were suited for battle accordingly. They held their weapons proudly and were painted ferociously. Lali remembered for a moment, when she had been Queen Muri, in her Lab at the Univ of Oulda in Lemuria. The Earth was younger then, and she was a Shining Being. So long ago, from their conception, she had held the tribes... in little cups.
Twelve distinct Races of Man...most extinct now. Only the most brutal and resistant to consciousness survived the senseless wars they inflicted on each other. History records only part of the debacle. The rest was in her brain waiting 'til she could decipher it.
The warriors waited for their signal. When the War Cry was sounded, the fiercest warriors began charging each other, maneuvering thru the smoldering fires and sooty smoke filled air, only to clash together with great force and clamor, so intent upon destroying each other and inflicting much pain on everything and everyone they touched. It was so painful for Lali watching as it unfolded before her. She felt guilty for it all because super-imposed on the horror before her, in fleeting images, Lali could see through the vanishing translucency of space to the odd connection of this mean war to the furious battles one fights in the mundane home front of our everyday lives. The selfishness, the envy, the revenge one seeks, to console the spoiled essence of one's soul, that the helpless ignorant animal experiences. The common everyday gripes and grudges we continue to hold, together empty into one vast ocean of discontent, contributing to the unbalancing of true Paradise Consciousness that Humans were originally endowed with.

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 grand-mothers, 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 human life 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 environment 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. She was not only hurting Gongi, she was hurting herself and the rest of her family by her thoughtless apathy. She was also contributing to the meanspiritedness 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 burdened by man's clever attempts to survive...to be the master of 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 equanimity in Time and Space because the power of conscious thought has such an effect on all that lives. The waves move and we move with them. Synchronizing, going with the flow will open the realms of possibilities. The Universe is filled with surprise and possibilities. We have mastered nothing, until we let it go. Every thing, has a life of it's own. Let it unfold.
Our technology creates it's own environment. In so doing, it works against 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 regurgitating us. The Sun boiled the oceans away at last.
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Empress Sits in Her Tree Throne