MOTHER     Part Two

MOTHER Part Two

A Story by Michael Sun Bear
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The childhood I wish I had

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MOTHER      Part Two
It was but a few days prior to my birth, that Mother felt summoned, and she spent
that night not in sleep, but in wander in that Timeless Realm. She met a being, once
of Earth and of the Crow Clan, but much evolved from that life. He explained she had
been summoned to receive a prophecy, and he had been chosen as the vehicle of
transmission.
This is what Mother spoke to me when I was but a child, and which she earnestly
repeated year after year as I grew to adulthood:
Throughout your life the Creator will offer you challenges, opportunities to serve.
Each time you accept and prevail over a given challenge, a bigger, more important
challenge will await you. These opportunities will grow in difficulty, they may frighten
you. But each task, whether the size of a day or the size of a year, will be made
specifically for you out of the Creators love for you and for all. Your life will be
difficult, at times you may despair. Decades will pass and may leave you weary of
life.
But the Creator has made you a sacred promise. Prevail, and you will be given a
time of rest and reward. You will meet a woman possessing a number of rare gifts. You
will recognize her shining with the Creator’s light. You will long for this woman your
entire life, but decades will pass, and only when you have the ability to see her as
others do not, and only when you have the capacity to fully love her as others have
not, only then will this woman enter your life to become your partner for your
remaining years. She will come from afar but you will know her, and you will know
that, in all ways, she is everything you ever wished for in a woman.
Mother emphasized that she would not live to see this woman arrive, to hold her in
her arms, but that she clearly saw her with her Sight. She held this woman in her
heart as Daughter.
At my birth, Mother made a request of her Crow Clan, that they always watch over
me. Crows have been my companions all my life. They are my friends. Mother made
a second special request of her clan, that in their far ranging travels, they watch for
the arrival of this woman. She gave them the means to recognize her.
The decades have come and gone. Aimless I roam, clad in my cloak of sadness, still awaiting she who has not come. I question the Clan. No, they have not seen her.
Perhaps dear reader you are she. Have you lost your way?

© 2024 Michael Sun Bear


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wow. this was a show-stealer and a great follow-up to part one. this character, Mother, is so intriguing. she seems a bit whacky at first but there is so much knowledge and wisdom to her. she is a mother to all, someone with prescience and love. maybe there is a bit of magical thinking there, but that is also motherhood. without that belief in something mysterious, maternal love is not possible. this is a dense work, one that has many layers and and turns in Escher-esque ways.
the ending is a tragic irony. that the prophecy hasn't been fulfilled (yet!) is both sad but truthful. it reminds me of the play Waiting for Godot - we are indeed all waiting for something to happen, for it never to happen.
it's superb work, and i like your writing as well. if you ever write a part 3 please let me know - i covet a continuation of this story and characters.

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


Michael Sun Bear

4 Weeks Ago

Thanks, Ern. Let me tell you how part II evolved. I originally wrote the entire story for Patricia,.. read more

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Michael Sun Bear
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