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All the tents glow like fireflies in the distant dark below the hillside where Grandmother performs her ritual. Her timeless hands caress the ground, feeling the dirt like soft skin. Earth, this Sacred Mother, holds her beloved, Tha, for this Time, taking in his physical body and reading the stories it has to tell.

It is a private time, once called "death," in which the Sacred Mother embraces her human-born child again, listens, sings to him. After the long, slow telling, she kisses his wounds, applies her herbal ointments, and rocks him to rest with her night lullaby. She does not hurry to awaken his soul again, allowing the body to completely release all that it took in and could not share.

Sacred Mother imparts to Grandmother that the life womb can be prepared for the time when a new physical vehicle will be needed. Grandmother begins by calling the Water. "Come, be ready to surround this soul again, to nourish new cells, to bless with your current and move him onto his life path. Come, Fire, generate heat to ignite a new start, to supply the vigor and flare it takes to begin a new life. Come, Air, breathe all around him until he feels your subtle wind over his nostrils and must take it in.

Mother Earth. Mother - material. Mater - real. Mother - made real. Your body is my body. Your elements are my life. You shape us. You share us. You claim our remains. I cherish each form you provide. If it be within the Great Will, I shall again cherish the living form of this one, Tha, whom I have loved so deeply in many, many lives. So be it. Ho!"

Grandmother strokes the ground. "I am here, Tha. I shall never leave you." She begins to sing, to rock and sing as she sits cross-legged on the ground. Deep below, the Sacred Mother hears her. Two women weep together softly in their knowing, in their love for life, in their deep, abiding love for every form of life.

Molten lava flows hidden beneath the surface, gold is formed, bones are made into stone; everything has a chance to change, to become something it never imagined it could be. There is a fierce raw power in Sacred Mother's cauldron. She stirs carefully. Grandmother feels this heat rise up her spine.

The energy travels through each of her chakras, centers of consciousness, pausing in each to bring new vision before bursting into the sky to blend with angel wing clouds which will carry it to exactly where it is needed. She kisses the ground good night and walks home.