Tom Brown, Jr.
Volume 7, Number 1
(December 1999 -
1920s, an Apache wise man had a Vision of four
prophecies that foretold death and destruction for
mankind, unless we incorporate Spirit in our daily
Two of these prophecies may already have come true.
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.
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.
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 mankind.
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
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 life.
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
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 of time.
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 daily.
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
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
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 before.
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
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 traveling 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 civilization 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
fox-grape 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
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 realized the deeper lessons of what Grandfather
was trying to teach me. I realized 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 Creator.
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
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
"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 modern society.
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
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
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
"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.
"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."
The Four Signs
Grandfather 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
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 and place.
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 First Sign
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.
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 village.
It was then that an elder appeared to Grandfather, at first
speaking in a language that he could not understand. Grandfather
realized, 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 tell him.
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.
note: This is the great African famine that inspired the Bob
Geldof "We are the World" Live Aid relief effort.]
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 place now?
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
terrorize 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.
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."
note: This is presumably a reference to AIDS.]
"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.
The Second Sign
Grandfather 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
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 shook.
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
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
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.
become the second sign of the destruction of man. The
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
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
The Third Sign
Grandfather 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
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 color of the sky was like nothing he had ever seen
in any sunset or sunrise. The color 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 color never leaving the sky, and
everywhere the cries of fear and pain were heard.
the warrior spirit appeared to Grandfather, but this time
as a voice from the sky. Like thunder, the voice shook the
"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 voice continued.
"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.
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."
that the voice and red sky lingered for a week, and then were
gone as quickly as they were manifest.
The Fourth Sign
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
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
"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
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
"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
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
scrutinizing my every thought.
Grandfather had this
Vision some time in the 1920s.