Dear Forum friends,
This was not published anywhere so I cannot call it a repaste. But it was not written by me. It was an experience by my friend Dan Geiger, and he wrote it and sent it to me. I thought it was interesting and gives insight into how aboriginal native people often are in the way they talk and behave. I have found them similar to this man. I thought it might interest you so I am sharing it here with you.
NAVAJO COUNTRY final part
I have been taught of Twins that have come that brought a religion neither from the East nor the West to unite all the people of the earth. We are now beginning this period in history that all the prophets of time have talked about, the time for the Great Peace or Heaven on Earth," I say.
"Someday it doesn't seem like this time is here with so much trouble in the world," he says.
"Yes, it is a time of great struggle with the old establishment trying to hang on to old ways of thinking and frightened by openness and acceptance that we are all the same," I say.
"Yes, the religions of old are being used by people to have their own way. Even in our Indian religion some have lost the concept of one Creator and think our religion is better. The Creator has come to many people of the world in different places and times. China had the Yellow Prophet Israel had the White Bearded One with the staff and the Dark One who was the Keeper of the Lambs and the Arabs had the one who taught all the religions were good." he explained defining Buddhism, Judaism, Christianity and Islam.
"But now we wait for the Twins."How do you know about all these Prophets," I ask.
"It is not in books but something we have always known," he answers. "Who are these Twins you talk of?" he asks.
"They came 150 years ago from Iran. They are known as the Gate or opening to this new religion and the Glory of God. Their names in Persian are the Bab and Baha'u'llah. They are the founders of the Baha'i Faith whose teaching is there is only one religion, the religion of the Creator with many teachers and there is only one race, the human race. We are all flowers of the same garden just different colors, sizes and shapes," I answer.
"But all the prophets say they are the true one, so who is right?" he asks.
"They are all right, they were right for that time, it is like the sun rising for each day, it is always the same sun but it brings us a new warmth and light for the day and when that day is over it sets and it will rise again. But with the prophets that day lasts for a thousand years. So today the sun has just come up on the horizon but as with all new religions very few see it in the beginning," I answer. Just then a car clatters to a stop out front. Three children who look to be five, seven and nine years of age bound into the house. "It is time to be grandpa again," says George with a smile of resignation. For the next hour Amy, Katherine and Scott entertain me with dozens of questions and showing me one of their proud possessions. From dolls to toy trucks I watch a constant parade of treasures. George's wife, Sylvia, prepares a simple dinner of beef steak and potatoes.
"You have to stay for dinner. You have no way out of here," George jokes pointing to his parked pickup.
"How is your daughter in Gallup?" I ask Sylvia.
"She is doing better, growing up some but could still use some medicine. In the meantime we will have to rely on the Creator to protect her," she answers.
"Dan, has heard of the Twins, says George to his wife. "Tell her about them" he says. Evening turns into night as the desert sky fades from pink to blue black. "Its late I need to be going," I say.
"One more cup of coffee and then we will let you go," says George. "With all the coffee no one sleeps anyway." After fond good-byes and promises to return, eleven o'clock has me walking down the rocky dirt road to my car. Under a starry sky I can see a cotton tail rabbit dash across the road ahead. The Milkyway oozes shooting stars as they drip on the horizon. Settled back into the backseat of my car I curl up for the night. The only sound is my heart beat and a family of coyotes talking in the back ground. A breeze travels through the open windows leaving a sweet smell of sage lingering long after its exit. Traveling with abandon I wonder who it will visit next as I sink into the depths of dream land.
With warm regards,
Dan Geiger
(Sent on by Uncle Ben)
