Grandfathers Messages of the Possible Futures
Tom Brown, Jr learned extensively from
Grandfather for twenty years, from their first meeting when Tom
was seven years old. Stalking Wolf was the real-life grandfather
of Tom's best friend at the time. The following excerpt from Tom's
book, The Quest, tells of Grandfather's predictions for all of
A number of people can predict the future,
but few get the timing correct. "Grandfather" was an Apache wise
man and scout, named Stalking Wolf, who grew up outside white
man's influence. His many predictions not only came true in the
manner he predicted, but also when he predicted.
Looking back, I can clearly see that Grandfather's
prophecies, unlike anything else, had the greatest influence on
my life. At the time they had little more effect than to frighten
me and cause me to sit up and take notice. It wasn't until after
his prophecies began to come true that their haunting impact began
to affect me in a very profound way.
More than any other person-prophet, religious
leader or psychic-I have ever met, Grandfather's prophecies, on
both a major and a minor scale, came true exactly at the time
he prophesied and exactly as he prophesied. With that record,
I could not help but feel the impact of these prophecies on my
Grandfather could foretell the future
with tremendous accuracy. Not only could he precisely tell us
what would happen in the next moment, day, week or year, but with
the same accuracy he could predict the possible futures for ten
years and more away. It was not long before I began to keep detailed
records of his predictions, along with other notes I kept on survival
skills, tracking, awareness and things of the Spirit. I received
from Grandfather hundreds of personal, minor predictions, and
well over half have since come true. Along with the minor personal
prophecies was a list of 103 major predictions, of which, to date,
over 65 have become absolutely true, not only in time and place
but also in the exact order in which they were predicted to happen.
Grandfather said that there was not future,
only possible futures. The 'now' was like the palm of a hand,
with each finger being the possible future, and, as always, one
of the futures was always the most powerful, the way that the
main course of events would surely take us. Thus his predictions
were of the possible future, which meant that he always left a
"If a man could make the right choices,"
he said, "then he could significantly alter the course of the
possible future. No man, then, should feel insignificant, for
it only takes one man to alter the consciousness of mankind through
the Spirit-that-moves-in-all-things. In essence, one thought influences
another, then another, until the thought is made manifest throughout
all of Creation. It is the same thought, the same force, that
causes an entire flock of birds to change course, as the flock
then has one mind."
Out of all the personal and major prophecies
that Grandfather foretold, there are four that stand out above
all the rest. It is these four that mark the destruction of man
and life on Earth, as we know it to exist now. Yet Grandfather
said that we could still change things, even after the first two
prophecies came true, but that there could be no turning back
after the third.
Now that we have gone well past the second
prophecy, danger and destruction are very apparent, and our only
recourse is to work harder to change what has possibly become
the inevitable. The urgency that I feel-now, more than ever-is
a direct result of the second, impossible prophecy coming true.
It is the reason that I teach, sometimes with a certain desperation,
and constantly with the sense that we are quickly running out
I should have worked harder and with that
same desperation at a much earlier date, but, like the rest of
mankind, it took a strong message to get me motivated. I should
have known that these things he prophesied would some day come
true, because his personal, minor predictions were coming true
He so accurately foretold of Rick's death
on a white horse, that I would some day teach, that I would have
a son-and that taking him into the Pine Barrens for the first
time would forever change my life. He predicted the formation
of my school, my books, my family, and even the horrible mistakes
I would make as I tried to live within society.
Yet with all of this coming true on a
daily basis, I simply would not believe or accept that the major
prophecy of man's destruction would come true, and its reality
hit me hard. It was then that the urgency made itself known.
I remember so vividly the "night of the
four prophecies"-as I have become accustomed to calling that night
when Grandfather first made us aware of their possibility. We
had been with Grandfather for five years at the time and were
accustomed to his prophecies and their accuracy.
Our ability to understand the things of
the Spirit world were as sure as our ability to survive and track.
Very little of what society calls "the paranormal" shocked us
any more, because miracles were part of our everyday existence.
Grandfather was a living miracle, and so many of the things that
he did on a daily basis, sometimes unconsciously, would be considered
miraculous by most. Yet as savvy as we were spiritually, the night
of the four prophecies shocked us like nothing we had ever experienced
We had been hiking all day without much
of a break, making our way to a place where we were going to camp,
atop a small hill that I now call Prophecy Hill. It was a typical
midsummer hike: hot, humid and dusty, with no water available
along our entire travel route. As usual, we still took time to
stop frequently or take side trips to explore various areas along
our route. The adventure and exploration kept us fresh and eager,
making the fatigue, heat and thirst hardly factors.
Many times along the way, Grandfather
would stop and teach us-not physical lessons of survival, tracking
or awareness, but lessons dealing with the awareness of Spirit.
Very often he would discuss the future and, almost as frequently,
the past-the distant past.
At one point we stopped along the deer
trail we were travelling and followed Grandfather through some
heavy brush. The trees and shrubs were far different than those
throughout the rest of the Pine Barrens, and I immediately knew
this place as an old homestead or town of some sort. Even though
the buildings had long since rotted away, the plants and trees
still marked the spot where civilisation had once stood. Passing
through several very thick areas, we finally entered a grove of
very tall, old sycamore trees. From their branches and up their
trunks ran huge vines, the kind one might imagine finding in a
jungle. In fact, the whole place looked like a jungle-so out of
place from the pine, oak and blueberry that is typical in the
Pine Barrens. As we sat down, a deeper spiritual sense of awareness
came over me, and it was then that I noticed the gravestones.
This was the place of a very old and probably
long-forgotten cemetery, possibly belonging to the town that had
once been here. The stones were old; some lay flat on the ground
and others stood upright, though none was straight. Plants and
bushes had overrun many of the stones, and I could barely make
out the markings on the stones. The weathering process had worn
away many of the names and dates, making them barely readable.
At once we were in awe, humbled and reverent
in this place of death; at the same time, we were amazed that
Grandfather had found it so easily. To my knowledge, none of us
had been there before, nor had Grandfather ever spoken of this
graveyard. Yet for some reason he seemed to be drawn to it, knowing
that it was there on some unseen spiritual level, at least unseen
to us. I suspect now, as I look back, that he knew that it would
become a teaching lesson for us.
He walked over to a gravestone that was
partially hidden by foxgrape vines and gently pulled them away.
After a long moment, he motioned us to come over. We could barely
make out the name on the grave or the dates, but at the bottom
was carved clearly: "12 years old".
Grandfather then spoke. "Who are these
people; who is this boy? What did they work for and what were
their hopes, dreams and visions? Did they just work physically
or did they work for the things beyond the flesh, for a grander
purpose? Certainly they affected the Spirit-that-moves-in-all-things,
but did they really work to the best of their ability to make
things better for the future of their grandchildren, or did they
do nothing other than to perpetuate the myth of society? Were
they happy, joyous and filled with spiritual rapture, or did they
just lead lives of labour and mediocrity? And did this boy live
close to the Earth and the Creator, or did he just give up his
youth, his sense of adventure, to toil, as did his parents and
their parents before them? This boy was exactly your age, and
I suspect he had hopes and dreams much like yours. But this is
his legacy, lying in a forgotten grave."
"But, Grandfather," I said, "isn't it
enough just to be happy and live your life fully?"
After a long moment of silence, Grandfather
answered. "It is not enough that man be just happy in the flesh,
but he must also be happy and joyous in spirit. For without spiritual
happiness and rapture, life is shallow. Without seeking the things
of the Spirit, life is half lived and empty. And by spiritual
life I do not mean just setting aside one hour of one day of one
week for worship, but to seek the things of the spirit every moment
of every day. I ask you, then: What did these people do to seek
spiritual enlightenment and rapture? Did they just give in to
a life that was little more than work? They were given a choice
every day of their lives-as you will be given a choice to seek
the rapture of the Spirit or to resign yourselves to a life of
meaningless work. The end result is always the same: forgotten
graves and forgotten dreams of forgotten people. It is not important
that anyone notice or remember, but that you work to touch God
and affect in a positive way the consciousness of the Spirit-that-moves-in-all-things,
thus bringing the consciousness of man closer to the Creator."
We left the graveyard without a word and
headed up to the campsite on the hill. By the time we reached
the camp, it had cooled off and the Sun had long since set. As
we built shelters and a fire and gathered food, time seemed to
fly by unnoticed, as my mind was thoroughly engrossed in thoughts
of the lessons in the graveyard. I wondered how much I might be
like that nameless dead boy in that forgotten grave. Was I just
seeking the flesh and not working hard enough in the things of
It was then that I realised the deeper
lessons of what Grandfather was trying to teach me. I realised
then that I should live life as if I were to die tomorrow, for
that is what happened to that young boy. No one can be assured
of another day, but we must live each day fully, in flesh and
most of all in Spirit. It isn't important that anyone remember
who we were, but that we made a positive change in the consciousness
of the Spirit-that-moves-in-all-things, the life force of the
Earth, and, in doing so, find spiritual rapture and touch the
I sat by the fire after the work was done,
relaxing, still deep in thought about the boy in the graveyard.
Grandfather sat at the far end of the fire, his eyes closed, but
I suspected that he was not sleeping. In the firelight, his features
appeared more that of a spirit than of flesh. Quietly he leaned
forward and answered the many questions I had on my mind. At times,
his ability to know what was on my mind was unnerving, sometimes
making me angry to think that he could know my thoughts.
"Did you ever watch a flock of sandpipers
on the beach, how they ebb and flow with the tides, becoming at
times not a gathering of individual animals but one organism,
moving as a unit together along the surf? When they burst into
flight, their cohesiveness is even more startling and wondrous.
At once they all will be flying in a certain direction, and then
in an instant the entire flock will turn simultaneously and take
a new direction.
"Studied closely, there is no one bird
that makes the decision to turn, but it seems to be a Spirit,
a collective consciousness, that runs through the flock instantly.
When viewed from afar, the flock appears to be one animal, one
organism, one consciousness, governed by the collective force
and spirit of all the individuals. It is this same consciousness
that runs through man, Nature and the Earth-that which we call
the 'Spirit-that-moves-in-all-things', or the 'life force'.
"I suspect," he continued, "that it is
but one bird that creates the thought that turns the flock, and
the one thought becomes immediately manifested in all the others.
The individual then transcends self and becomes one with the whole.
Thus, at once, the bird moves within the flock and the flock moves
within the bird. So, then, do not ask what you can do to affect
the life force in a positive way, for the same Spirit that moves
within the birds also moves within you. One person, one idea,
one thought can turn the flock of society away from the destructive
path of modern times. It is not a question as to whether we make
a difference, for we all make a difference, each of us in our
own way. It is the difference we make that is important."
"So if we live a life that is close to
the Spirit, seek the spiritual rapture of oneness, that will affect
the outcome of life," I said. My statement was more a question
than a declaration.
"It is not enough," Grandfather said,
"just to seek the things of the Spirit on a personal level. To
do so is selfish, and those who just seek the spiritual realms
for themselves are not working to change the Spirit that moves
through the consciousness of man. Instead they are running away,
hiding from their responsibility and using their wisdom for their
own glorification. Spiritual man must then work for a principle,
a cause, a Quest far greater than the glorification of self, in
order to affect the spirit that can change the course of man's
I sat for a long time in the quietude
of the night, trying desperately to understand what Grandfather
had told me. In essence, it was not enough to work for spiritual
enlightenment for self, but to work for the spiritual enlightenment
of all of mankind. To work only for self, to cloister oneself
in the seeking of spiritual rapture, is to run from this responsibility.
What Grandfather was saying is that a spiritual person must take
the wisdom and philosophy of the Earth and bring it back into
Grandfather spoke again. "Trying to live
a spiritual life in modern society is the most difficult path
one can walk. It is a path of pain, of isolation and of shaken
faith, but that is the only way that our Vision can become reality.
Thus the true Quest in life is to live the philosophy of the Earth
within the confines of man. There is no church or temple we need
to seek peace, for ours are the temples of the wilderness. There
are no spiritual leaders, for our hearts and the Creator are our
only leaders. Our numbers are scattered; few speak our language
or understand the things that we live. Thus we walk this path
alone, for each Vision, each Quest, is unique unto the individual.
But we must walk within society or our Vision dies, for a man
not living his Vision is living death."
For a long time there was no other conversation.
I retired into my own thoughts and doubts. I did not want to live
within society, for the wilderness was my home, my love, my life
and my spiritual rapture. I could not see why a man could not
live his Vision in the purity of wilderness, away from the distractions
of society. I could feel no urgency or see any reason why I should
take what I have learned back to society.
Grandfather's voice shattered my thoughts.
"The Earth is dying. The destruction of man is close, so very
close, and we must all work to change that path of destruction.
We must pay for the sins of our grandfathers and grandmothers,
for we have long been a society that kills its grandchildren to
feed its children. There can be no rest, and we cannot run away;
far too many in the past have run away. It is very easy to live
a spiritual life away from man, but the truth of Vision in spiritual
life can only be tested and become a reality when lived near society."
"How do I know that we are so close to
that destruction?" I asked.
"I had a Vision," Grandfather said. "It
was a Vision of the destruction of man. But man was given four
warnings to that destruction, two of which gave man a chance to
change his ways and two of which would give the children of the
Earth time to escape the Creator's wrath."
"How will I know these warnings, these
signs?" I asked.
Grandfather continued. "They will be obvious
to you and those who have learned to listen to the Spirit of the
Earth; but to those who live within the flesh and know only flesh,
there is no knowing or understanding. When these signs, these
warnings and prophecies, are made manifest, then you will understand
the urgency of what I speak. Then you will understand why people
must not just work for their own spiritual rapture but to bring
that rapture to the consciousness of modern man."
had been wandering for several years and was well into his
forties when the Vision of the four signs was given to him.
He had just finished his third Vision Quest at the Eternal
Cave when the Vision made itself known. He had been seated
at the mouth of the cave, awaiting the rising Sun, when
the spirit of the warrior appeared to him. He felt as if
he were in a state somewhere between dream and reality, sleep
and wakefulness, until the spirit finally spoke and he knew
that it was not his imagination. The spirit called Grandfather's
name and beckoned him to follow.
As Grandfather stood, he was suddenly
transported to another world. Again, he thought that he was dreaming,
but his flesh could feel the reality of this place; his senses
knew that this was a state of abject reality, but in another time
The spirit warrior spoke to Grandfather.
"These are the things yet to come that will mark the destruction
of man. These things you may never see, but you must work to stop
them and pass these warnings on to your grandchildren. They are
the possible futures of what will come if man does not come back
to the Earth and begin to obey the laws of Creation and the Creator.
There are four signs, four warnings, that only the children of
the Earth will understand. Each warning marks the beginning of
a possible future, and as each warning becomes reality, so too
does the future it marks."
With that, the spirit warrior was gone
and Grandfather was left alone in this strange, new world.
The world he
was in was like nothing he had ever known. It was a dry
place with little vegetation. In the distance he saw a village,
yet it was made out of tents and cloth rather than from
the materials of the Earth. As he drew closer to the village,
the stench of death overwhelmed him and he grew sick. He
could hear children crying, the moaning of elders and the
sounds of sickness and despair. Piles of bodies lay in open
pits awaiting burial, their contorted faces and frail frames
telling of death from starvation. The bodies appeared more
like skeletons than flesh, and children, adults and elders
all looked the same, their once dark-brown complexions now
ash-grey. As Grandfather entered the village, the horror
of living starvation struck him deeper. Children could barely
walk, elders lay dying, and everywhere were the cries of
pain and fear. The stench of death and the sense of hopelessness
overwhelmed Grandfather, threatening to drive him from the
It was then that an elder appeared to
Grandfather, at first speaking in a language that he could not
understand. Grandfather realised, as the elder spoke, that he
was the spirit of a man-a man no longer of flesh, but a man who
had once walked a spiritual path, possibly a shaman of this tribe.
It was then that he understood what the old one was trying to
The elder spoke softly. "Welcome to what
will be called the 'land of starvation'. The world will one day
look upon all of this with horror and will blame the famine on
the weather and the Earth. This will be the first warning to the
world that man cannot live beyond the laws of Creation, nor can
he fight Nature. If the world sees that it is to blame for this
famine, this senseless starvation, then a great lesson will be
learned. But I am afraid that the world will not blame itself,
but that the blame will be placed on Nature. The world will not
see that it created this place of death by forcing these people
to have larger families. When the natural laws of the land were
broken, the people starved, as Nature starves the deer in winter
when their numbers are too many for the land to bear."
The old one continued. "These people should
have been left alone. They once understood how to live with the
Earth, and their wealth was measured in happiness, love and peace.
But all of that was taken from them when the world saw theirs
as a primitive society. It was then that the world showed them
how to farm and live in a less primitive way. It was the world
that forced them to live outside the laws of Creation and, as
a result, is now forcing them to die."
The old man slowly began to walk away,
back to the death and despair. He turned one last time to Grandfather,
and said: "This will be the first sign. There will come starvation
before and after this starvation, but none will capture the attention
of the world with such impact as does this one. The children of
the Earth will know the lessons that are held in all of this pain
and death, but the world will only see it as drought and famine,
blaming Nature instead of itself."
With that, the old one disappeared, and
Grandfather found himself back at the mouth of the Eternal Cave.
[Author's note: This is the great African
famine that inspired the Bob Geldof "We are the World" Live Aid
Grandfather lay back on the ground, thinking
about what he had witnessed. He knew that it had been a Vision
of the possible future and that the spirit of the warrior had
brought him to it to teach him what could happen. Grandfather
knew that people all over the Earth were now starving-but why
was this starvation so critical, so much more important than all
the rest, even more important than the starvation that was taking
It was then that Grandfather recalled
that the tribal elder had said that the entire world would take
notice, but that the world would not learn the lessons of what
the death and famine were trying to teach. The children would
die in vain.
Grandfather looked out across the barren
land that surrounded the Eternal Cave to try to re-establish the
reality of his 'now'. He said that it was still hard to discern
between waking reality and the world of Vision, but he felt that
he was back into his time and place.
He told me that the Eternal Cave was always
a place to find Visions of the possible and probable futures,
and it was not uncommon for the searcher to have a Vision at the
mouth of the cave, not just inside.
In a state of physical and emotional exhaustion,
Grandfather fell into a deep sleep, but it was in this sleep that
the warrior spirit appeared to him again and brought the remainder
of the first sign to completion.
In his dream, the spirit spoke to Grandfather.
"It is during the years of the famine, the first sign, that man
will be plagued by a disease, a disease that will sweep the land
and terrorise the masses. The white coats [doctors/scientists]
will have no answers for the people, and a great cry will arise
across the land. The disease will be born of monkeys, drugs and
sex. It will destroy man from inside, making common sickness a
killing disease. Mankind will bring this disease upon himself
as a result of his life, his worship of sex and drugs, and a life
away from Nature. This, too, is a part of the first warning; but,
again, man will not heed this warning and he will continue to
worship the false gods of sex and the unconscious spirit of drugs."
[Author's note: This is presumably a reference to AIDS.]
The spirit continued. "The drugs will
produce wars in the cities of man, and the nations will arise
against those wars, arise against that killing disease. But the
nations will fight in the wrong way, lashing out at the effect
rather than the cause. It will never win these wars until the
nation, until society, changes its values and stops chasing the
gods of sex and drugs. It is then, in the years of the first sign,
that man can change the course of the probable future. It is then
that he may understand the greater lessons of the famine and the
disease. It is then that there can still be hope. But once the
second sign of destruction appears, the Earth can no longer be
healed on a physical level. Only a spiritual healing can then
change the course of the probable futures of mankind."
With that, the warrior spirit let Grandfather
fall into a deep and dreamless sleep, allowing him to rest fully
before any more Vision was wrought upon him.
awoke at the entrance of the cave once again, the memory
of the warrior spirit still vivid in his mind, the spirit's
words becoming part of his soul.
When Grandfather looked out across the
landscape, all had changed. The landscape appeared drier; there
was no vegetation to be seen, and animals lay dying. A great stench
of death arose from the land, and the dust was thick and choking,
the intense heat oppressive. Looking skyward, the Sun seemed to
be larger and more intense; no birds or clouds could be seen,
and the air seemed thicker still. It was then that the sky seemed
to surge and huge holes began to appear. The holes tore with a
resounding, thunderous sound, and the very Earth, rocks and soil
The skin of the sky seemed to be torn
open like a series of gaping wounds, and through these wounds
seeped a liquid that seemed like the oozing of an infection, a
great sea of floating garbage, oil and dead fish. It was through
one of these wounds that Grandfather saw the floating bodies of
dolphins, accompanied by tremendous upheavals of the Earth and
violent storms. As he held fast to the trembling Earth, his eyes
fell from the sky, and all about him, all at once, was disaster.
Piles of garbage reached to the skies, forests lay cut and dying,
coastlines were flooded and storms grew more violent and thunderous.
With each passing moment, the Earth shook with greater intensity,
threatening to tear apart and swallow Grandfather.
Suddenly the Earth stopped shaking and
the sky cleared. Out of the dusty air walked the warrior spirit,
who stopped a short distance from Grandfather. As Grandfather
looked into the face of the spirit, he could see that there were
great tears flowing from his eyes, and each tear fell to the Earth
with a searing sound.
The spirit looked at Grandfather for a
long moment, then finally spoke. "Holes in the sky."
Grandfather thought for a moment, then,
in a questioning, disbelieving manner, said, "Holes in the sky?"
And the spirit answered. "They will become
the second sign of the destruction of man. The holes in the sky
and all that you have seen could become man's reality. It is here,
at the beginning of this second sign, that man can no longer heal
the Earth with physical action. It is here that man must heed
the warning and work harder to change the future at hand. But
man must not only work physically, he must also work spiritually,
through prayer, for only through prayer can man now hope to heal
the Earth and himself."
There was a long pause as Grandfather
thought about the impossibility of holes in the sky. Surely Grandfather
knew that there could be a spiritual hole, but a hole that the
societies of the Earth could notice would hardly seem likely.
The spirit drew closer and spoke again,
almost in a whisper. "These holes are a direct result of man's
life, his travel, and of the sins of his grandfathers and grandmothers.
These holes, the second sign, will mark the killing of his grandchildren
and will become a legacy to man's life away from Nature. It is
the time of these holes that will mark a great transition in mankind's
thinking. They will then be faced with a choice-a choice to continue
following the path of destruction, or a choice to move back to
the philosophy of the Earth and a simpler existence. It is here
that the decision must be made, or all will be lost."
Without another word, the spirit turned
and walked back into the dust.
spent the next four days at the cave entrance, though for
those four days nothing spoke to him, not even the Earth.
He said that it was a time of great sorrow, of aloneness,
and a time to digest all that had taken place.
He knew that these things would not appear
in his lifetime, but they had to be passed down to the people
of the future with the same urgency and power with which they
had been delivered to him. But he did not know how he would explain
these unlikely events to anyone. Surely the elders and shamans
of the tribes would understand, but not society, and certainly
not anyone who was removed from the Earth and Spirit.
He sat for the full four days, unmoving,
as if made of stone, and his heart felt heavy with the burden
he now carried.
It was at the end of the fourth day that
the third Vision came to him. As he gazed out onto the landscape
towards the setting Sun, the sky suddenly turned to a liquid and
then turned blood-red. As far as his eyes could see, the sky was
solid red, with no variation in shadow, texture or light. The
whole of Creation seemed to have grown still, as if awaiting some
unseen command. Time, place and destiny seemed to be in limbo,
stilled by the bleeding sky. He gazed for a long time at the sky,
in a state of awe and terror, for the red colour of the sky was
like nothing he had ever seen in any sunset or sunrise. The colour
was that of man, not of Nature, and it had a vile stench and texture.
It seemed to burn the Earth wherever it touched. As sunset drifted
to night, the stars shone bright red, the colour never leaving
the sky, and everywhere the cries of fear and pain were heard.
Again, the warrior spirit appeared to
Grandfather, but this time as a voice from the sky. Like thunder,
the voice shook the landscape. "This, then, is the third sign,
the night of the bleeding stars. It will become known throughout
the world, for the sky in all lands will be red with the blood
of the sky, day and night. It is then, with this sign of the third
probable future, that there is no longer hope. Life on the Earth
as man has lived it will come to an end, and there can be no turning
back, physically or spiritually. It is then, if things are not
changed during the second sign, that man will surely know the
destruction of the Earth is at hand. It is then that the children
of the Earth must run to the wild places and hide. For when the
sky bleeds fire, there will be no safety in the world of man."
Grandfather sat in shocked horror as the
"From this time, when the stars bleed,
to the fourth and final sign, will be four seasons of peace [that
is, one year]. It is in these four seasons that the children of
the Earth must live deep in the wild places and find a new home,
close to the Earth and the Creator. It is only the children of
the Earth that will survive, and they must live the philosophy
of the Earth, never returning to the thinking of man. And survival
will not be enough, for the children of the Earth must also live
close to the Spirit. So tell them not to hesitate if and when
this third sign becomes manifest in the stars, for there are but
four seasons to escape."
Grandfather said that the voice and red
sky lingered for a week, and then were gone as quickly as they
He did not
remember how many days he'd spent at the mouth of the cave,
nor did it make a difference, for he had received the Vision
he had come for.
It was in his final night at the Eternal
Cave that the fourth Vision came to Grandfather, this time carried
by the voice of a young child.
The child said, "The fourth and final
sign will appear through the next ten winters [that is, ten years]
following the night that the stars will bleed. During this time,
the Earth will heal itself and man will die. For those ten years,
the children of the Earth must remain hidden in the wild places,
make no permanent camps, and wander to avoid contact with the
last remaining forces of man. They must remain hidden, like the
ancient scouts, and fight the urge to go back to the destruction
of man. Curiosity could kill many."
There was a long silence, until Grandfather
spoke to the child spirit, asking, "And what will happen to the
worlds of man?"
There was another period of silence until
finally the child spoke again. "There will be a great famine throughout
the world, like man cannot imagine. Waters will run vile, the
poisons of man's sins running strong in the waters of the soils,
lakes and rivers. Crops will fail, the animals of man will die,
and disease will kill the masses. The grandchildren will feed
upon the remains of the dead, and all about will be the cries
of pain and anguish. Roving bands of men will hunt and kill other
men for food, and water will always be scarce, getting scarcer
with each passing year. The land, the water, the sky will all
be poisoned, and man will live in the wrath of the Creator. Man
will hide at first in the cities, but there he will die. A few
will run to the wilderness, but the wilderness will destroy them,
for they had long ago been given a choice. Man will be destroyed,
his cities in ruin, and it is then that the grandchildren will
pay for the sins of their grandfathers and grandmothers."
"Is there then no hope?" Grandfather asked.
The child spoke again. "There is only
hope during the time of the first and second signs. Upon the third
sign, the night of the bleeding, there is no longer hope, for
only the children of the Earth will survive. Man will be given
these warnings; if unheeded, there can be no hope, for only the
children of the Earth will purge themselves of the cancers of
mankind, of mankind's destructive thinking. It will be the children
of the Earth who will bring a new hope to the new society, living
closer to the Earth and Spirit."
Then all was silent, the landscape cleared
and returned to normal, and Grandfather stepped from the Vision.
Shaken, he said that he had wandered for the next season, trying
to understand all that had been given to him, trying to understand
why he had been chosen.
Grandfather had related the story to me
in great detail during that night of the four prophecies. I don't
think that any event had been left out, and his emotions and thoughts
were such that he actually relived it for us. Thus the power of
his Vision became part of our spirit, our driving force, and a
big part of our fears.
I sat for a long time up on the hill.
The fire had gone out, and all had retired to sleep for the night.
Creation seemed to be at a standstill, awaiting this darkest part
of the night to pass by. I felt alone and vulnerable, as if all
of Creation were scrutinising my every thought.
Grandfather had this Vision
some time in the 1920s.
About the Author:
Tom Brown, Jr - has called the
wilderness home for most of his life. In 1978 he wrote his first
book, The Tracker (an autobiography), and founded the Tracker
School where he teaches courses in survival skills such as tracking,
nature awareness and ancient Earth philosophy. He has since written
another 15 books, including Tom Brown's Field Guide to Wilderness
Survival as well as The Search, The Vision, The Quest, The Journey,
Grandfather and Awakening Spirits.
For details on tracking courses and how
to obtain Tom's books, visit:
Inc. website at www.trackerschool.com