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southward.* The market place was still, though strewn about were cloths of cotton, grown in color.** Standing about the deserted market were long lines of laden llamas either quiet or fretfully waiting. All spoke of an unexpected summons. At last He spoke. The Master had, voice deeply resonant like a golden stream outflowing. " As I watched you, oh my people, I thought again of how I landed upon your shores and came to the temple. The priesthood, crafty and deceitful would have slain me for their idols, but they could not and their knives fell from their fingers I ordered the temple to be cleared of idols, and behold! the restless ocean arose, and with foaming fingers, cleansed the temple and left it shining. "I found you sinful in cunning warfare I leave you peaceful and contented. I found you dealing in human slavery; I leave you free. My well-trained priesthood will carry on all rites now for me Baptismal marriage and the last interment - all will go on. Why am going? Why have I spoken so long to the traders? Why have I talked to the foreign merchants, speaking to each one in his own language? Because there are wild tribes in the jungles. They know not of the One Great Spirit who rules all men. They follow Him not. They still wage warfare. "Ah my people, indeed I love you. Yet if you had a herd of llamas upon a hillside, and one little lamb fell into the canyon and into some brambles would you not go down to save it, to comfort it and still its crying? "So I go to save my llamas, for That is My Father’s Business." (See Note at Bottom of Page)
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(All found today – 1955 Ancient Peruvian pot in the ruins of Monte-Alban, Oaxaca.) (**Found today on ancient mummies in deep dry tombs, but the plants have vanished, victims of war and fire and pillage.) Legend given in letter by J.C. Tello (Note: last word is ”work” as Tello translated it.) |
