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Once on entering such a village a little child came running to Him crying. Its clothes were torn and its body bleeding, clawed by the sharp claws of the jaguar. He picked the child up, and turning to the stream bed, knelt and washed away the blood stains. The people following in consternation saw no more the marks of the tiger. The child was well and clean and smiling. But when He held the baby to them, the people backed away in terror. ”It is accursed! Balaam is angry!” ”Nay it is blessed, for I have blessed it.” Then as the people still backed from him: ”Think you the anger of this creature is greater than My Father’s goodness? Your Balaam is not so powerful; he must be fed the blood of children! My Father needs no man to feed him yet He gives plants to feed a mortal. Plant seeds I bring you that ye may flourish...” But the very man He was rebuking pointed with trembling finger backward, and the Healer turned – to face the jaguar Standing in the golden sunlight half dappled in jade from the overhead branches stood the tiger’s silken body, its lemon eyes upon the Healer. Gathering His robes about Him, and placing the child on the ground behind Him, the Pale One stepped toward the great cat and held His arm up in the Peace sign. ”Soft-footed Chief, in thy jungle setting, come close to receive my Father's blessing. Forgiven thou art for the go to next page |
MONG THE TALL smoking
volcanoes, among the mountains went the Healer, seeking out the ever-warring
wild tribes, takers of mon, the Sacrificers. He brought them seeds and lectured
to them speaking of the One Great Spirit.