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.
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
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 take us. Thus
his predictions were of the possible future, which meant that he
always left a choice.
"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 within
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
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 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
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 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
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
"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 the Spirit?
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 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 destruction."
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 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
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 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."
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 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 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
The First Sign
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 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
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 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. 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.
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 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 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 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
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.
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 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 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. 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 were manifest.
The Fourth Sign
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
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?"
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
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
For details on tracking
courses and how to obtain Tom's books, visit:
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