People of the Dawn

(An Abenaki Legend) Prologue... After the reptile people had been devoured by fire, ice and flood, Kloskurbeh the ever creating Spirit, sighed, and thought about the worlds he had made across the multiverse, how his breathe had brought life to so many beings. Layers and layers of reality seeded into existence, but many had failed to hear his voice and in the end they had withered. Legend... One day in the Dawn Land a boy came walking. Many times the boy passed through me without seeing eventually I placed a question into his heart. The boy explained to himself that he had been born when the foam and spume of the sea were heated by the sun. The next dawn, a girl appeared - she explained that she had come from the earth, a green plant had bore her as fruit. Time passed, the Dawn children found each other and rushed to be together, many morning babes where born, and by the works of their hands and minds they thrived. Then hard times came (as they always must). Famine came, meat was hard to find. The mother could no longer feed her children and she despaired. I saw all this, I prayed to Sophia the Great Womb Mother - for yes even I am created from woman and all souls are thus female. I knew also that Nature once seeded, must not be altered by any good intentions. The woman ran to the river wanting to drown her sorrows, the waters rose, almost submerged she cried out to whom she knew not what. Then as her tears flowed, between her legs green shoots came forth, she felt them, then wadded back to the river bank to see. Looking upon this miracle the woman had a vision. She returned to her mate, and demanded that he kill her and plant her bones in two piles. Horrified he objected, but she explained her vision to him. She insisted, so it was done. For forty moons her partner stood over her bones and sorrowed much. Then one morning the piles sprouted plants. one was maize the other root tubers. The Great Mother had seeded Her ‘Will be Done’ upon the soul of the earth. To this day children are fed by the Earth Mother and the dark womb of Sophia where all light and nourishment emanates. The Algonquin people (after a good catch), still bury a fish in the fields to honor, I Kloskurbeh and my Great Mother.