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The Legend of Wesoomi:
Seven, The Deliverance:
April 15, 2002:
In his lodge, Spirit Healer cleaned the new cub very carefully and examined him . Though the cub was born kicking and screaming and very much alive, Spirit Healer could see that he was too soon of birth. He was thin, weak, and in dire need of nourishment. The Great Spirit had brought this task to the village. It was not to be eluded.
Spirit healer wrapped the infant in a new blanket and pondered what to do.
He took some goat's milk and dipped a piece of twisted cloth into it. He held that to the cub's mouth. He was pleased to notice that the cub sucked fiercely on the nourishing cloth. This one had a will to live. That was good. Now, there was the task of finding a way to satisfy that hunger. Spirt Healer continued to nourish the infant with the cloth while he pondered.
After a while, Gentlehand appeared at his door. He looked at the infant and smiled.
"It is good that the cub has survived the ordeal,"he said.
"Indeed," agreed Spirit Healer. "He has the will for it."
"That he will need," said Gentlehand, "and the help of the Great Spirit. He has no mother to suckle him."
"I ponder that," said Spirit Healer.
"Do you find guidance?"
"One thought arises," replied Spirit Healer. "The she goat suckles her own cubs. Perhaps, she would agree to a human cub."
"As always, Spirit Healer, your wisdom astounds me."
Spirit Healer smiled wryly. "We will wait to see the results ere we name it wisdom," he replied.
"Then we must needs entreat the Great Spirit," said Gentlehand, "but that must wait. We are called to another task now."
"Then the bier is prepared?"
"It is Spirit Healer. The Elder has asked me to inform you."
"Thank you Gentlehand. Let us go then."
He rose with the cub in his arms and they went forth to the village edge where the bier was prepared.
There was a simple wooden rack upon which lay the shrouded body of Snowflower. All of the villagers were gathered before it. Beneath the rack was a large stack of fatwood ready to be fired. The fire would burn hot and swiftly, releasing the spirit of the brave woman to the keep of the Great spirit.
The Elder, saw that all were present. He nodded to Spirt Healer, whose task it would be to sing the song of release and acceptance to the Great Spirit. One young man carried a torch of flaming pitch pine. He looked to Strong Oak who nodded to him. The young man stepped forward and lay the flaming torch beneath the fatwood. It ignited immediately and Spirit Healer began to sing with the cub still in his arms. It was a simple entreat which he sang over and over again as the fire rose.

"Oh Great Spirit, gaze upon this your sleeping woman.
I lift up my voice in your praise.
Accept my praise.
To you we bring the spirit of this sleeping one.
I lift up my voice in your praise.
Accept my praise.
Release, as is your will, the spirit of this sleeping one.
I lift up my voice in your praise.
Accept my praise.
Accept back unto yourself this spirit which you created.
I lift up my voice in your praise.
Accept my praise."

On a rise beyond the bier, the grey wolf sat. As the song of Sprit Healer began, the wolf began her own song. She lifted her head toward the sky and began a low long howl which rose in pitch. Her song was of a sorrow known only to her from the depths of her own spirit. It matched in temper and tone the song of Spirit Healer. I was as though they were of like mind.
The fire rose around the shrouded body and it burned white and hot. Suddenly, the wolf and Sprit Healer ceases to sing as a wonder came about. As the shroud burned away the sky opened above. The domain of the Great Spirit was revealed as an intense whiteness which grew to dominate the sky. Spirit Healer gazed in awe as a column of pure white light shone down upon the bier. Then, from the body of Snowflower a golden point of light arose. The golden light began to grow until it took the form of a nude golden woman, poised in the flames above the bier.
The arms of the woman lifted gracefully toward the sky and her head tilted back to look upward as the fire roared hotter. Then the woman began to rise, slowly at first, then more swiftly as she moved with open arms toward the domain of the Great Spirit. She passed through the sky and the sky closed behind her as the light faded.
It was over. The villagers stood dumbly about as the fire burned down and the bier collapsed into it. In a few moments there was nothing left but ashes and smoldering sticks. There were no remains to be seen.
Strong Oak was the first to stir. He looked about at his people and spoke.
"A great wonder has come about," he announced. "This woman was indeed the chosen tool of the Great Spirit and she has been accepted back unto him so that all may know this thing. She was his chosen vessel. It is clear that she was given the task of bringing this cub to us."
He paused for thought and guidance. Then he continued.
"Oft, when an outcast is driven into the forest, they are expect to perish and be consumed by the wild beasts of the forest. With this woman it did not come to pass. Surely the Great Spirit followed her. He held a hand over her and shielded her. Then, he used the grey wolf to aid her. This is how she came to us."
Again he paused while the Great Spirit lent him insight.
"As this woman was a chosen one, so too must be the cub. The cub was born out of a great struggle. Perhaps she did not know so at the time of birth. Perhaps she only learned so after she returned to the Great Spirit. It was hers to give birth to the spirit guide of the people. I must believe that a true spirit guide has been delivered into our keep.
"Now, it must be ours to nurture, protect, and teach this one. This is no small task. Indeed, it must become my first and great task and the first and great task of all who wish to aid me."
There were grave nods around the group.
"But, first," continued Strong Oak, "we must build a shrine on this place. Come first light, when the ashes have cooled, we will raise up a lodge of praise and entreaty in this place."
Then Strong Oak, found words to instruct the people of his village.
"From our simple view, the Gods may seem indeed cruel. To achieve his own end, the Great Spirit can seem to be a very cruel God, but we know not what his end be. We only know that this woman was his chosen vessel which he used to deliver the Spirit Guide to us. We also know that he has taken the noble suffering woman back unto himself. This we saw. Thus we know the Great Spirit to be just.
"We could not keep this woman with us for the Great Spirit was calling to her. It is her's to become the Great Mother. She is indeed the mother of our Spirit Guide and also the Earth Mother of all people. Thus we will build the shrine. It will be called the Shine of The Golden Earth Mother and the Place of Life Exchanged. The Great Spirit is everywhere. Let us sing praises to the Great Spirit."
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