At the edge of the field where time begins, the Messenger is still with the creation. Out of His mouth came the words that created everything that lives on the earth, in the waters and in the air. From Him flows the spirit that waters all living things that are mortal. In the camps about the field, there are those that believe and live by the power of the spirit. There are others who believe but do not have the faith to live by the spirit. There are others who do not believe. In the middle of the field, we see the Messenger like the great bird of thunder. He brings word from the Great Sky Spirit and carries the prayers of the faithful believers upon His wings.
One day the great bird landed upon the earth, found a woman born from a great family of kings, and became a seed in the woman womb. In an appointed time and at the appointed place the Messenger was born of the woman as a man. They called the man Savior. He lived among the people that lived in the appointed time and at the appointed place. When He was fully-grown, He called to Himself men that worked the sea and a man that counted the ways others spent their time. For a time and two and one half times He traveled and visited where He would and blessed whom He would. At the end of the time and two and one half times, the one that counted received a count of thirty to set Him apart from the others about Him.
The Messenger was beaten and placed upon a pole for calling Himself the Son of the Great Sky Spirit. Lesser men placed him into a hole in the earth. The earth, the mother of all, kept Him for three days and three nights and then gave Him up to the angels of the Great Spirit of the Sky. The Messenger went to the Great Sky Spirit and showed that all things required of His earthly walk was as it should be. He then returned for a count of fifty to the people that had loved Him. At the end of the fifty, He returned to Great Sky Spirit. With His Son back at His side, the Great Sky Spirit sent the spirit that had comforted Him to comfort the earth. The Messenger was now in the heart of them that loved the Great Sky Spirit. The comforter traveled into all places like water flowing into every crack of the earth.
Before the Messenger rose up on the pole, He shared a feast, as it was a custom in those days to do at that time, with His closest believers and the one that received thirty. After the meal was complete, He took bread, blessed it and shared it with them that ate with Him. He then took wine, blessed it and passed it around in one cup. The body is broken for all of you and those that have believed and those that will believe. Of the others, it is done also for them, but they waist the gift. The spirit is not broken and passes between the believers. Do these in remembrance.
They cried out for help and the only ones who showed up oppressed them. Madness has silenced their voices, but still they cried out. The US Army destroyed their homes and killed their wives, children, and elders. The mountains and winds cry out. The spirits of their ancestors seek their children, but they are not there. When they defended themselves, they were oppressed all the more. America was once beautiful for them, when the purple mountains were their sanctuary. We can no longer live there. Time has selected this place for us to be. Our spirits walk beyond time and before time.