Wolf - End Time

"Ages ago there were ancient groves of trees which were considered sacred. The Earth's energy lived in them. When the trees were cut down, everyone forgot about them and the energy centres that they protected. They built new places of worship and made new gods and new beliefs," said the Baba.

Then Kabir asked, "what about trees? Why are they sacred?"

"Because they are the Earth's lungs."

Then the Baba took a deep breath and sighed.

"Now you sit down on that boulder, boy, and listen to me." His voice was soft and calm.

"You have been chosen to protect sacred groves, understand that."

"How do you expect me to do that?"

"I don’t expect you to do that. You have been chosen to do that. But before you get further confused... let me remind you that it will be some time before you'll be ready boy."

Kabir didn’t wait for the Baba to finish speaking, he set off – up the trunk of the giant mango tree.

As he went higher, a new world opened around him. There were Spiny Tailed Lizards, snoozing, Chipmunks, a flock of roosting Green Pigeons and a host of other creatures. None of them paid any attention to him as he went on upwards till he finally reached the weirdest abode he had ever seen.

It was something like a huge spider’s web woven from fine vines spread out across seven branches. Layer upon layer of mango leaves were carefully woven together into a web, forming a firm flooring. The dome shaped roof was also made from the same leaves. “You made this tree house?”

“No, weaver ants, spiders, tailor birds and weaver birds.”

Kabir was so enthralled by the amazing house that he had forgotten about Oula Baba.

The boy lay on the flat of his back with his arms and legs outstretched. Almost lifeless. The dome and its flooring rippled and rocked in a stormy wind. He had begun to enjoy the experience and stopped worrying about what would happen next. A tree had grown out of his mouth and nose and ears, its branches reaching up to the roof and spreading along the surface of the dome. Weaver ants, spiders and tailor birds set to work weaving and sticking the leaves and twigs together, pushing outwards until a new dome took shape outside the dome he lay in. Kabir felt himself sucked by the roots of his tree outwards until he lay in the centre of the new dome.

He had created his own home. Now there was no more mud in his belly, no more roots, stems, trunks, branches and leaves. He breathed free and easy. Outside, the storm had subsided and the air was cool and clear. But Oula Baba was nowhere to be seen.

“Wisdom comes to you when you are ready. A clever person goes around collecting pieces of information from here and there and patches them together and puts it in a frame and hangs it on his wall and calls it wisdom. Some even have this way of collecting all sorts of useless information which they fill their heads with and imagine they are wise because they have collected so much information. Wisdom is the spider spinning a web, a butterfly being born, a bird flying for the first time, a wolf howling its heart out at the moon and the moon smiling back, a seed opening into a tree bearing fruit. That is wisdom. You gain wisdom when you do what you do or think what you think naturally. To love with all your heart and not be afraid – is wisdom. Wisdom steps into your heart quietly and fills it with light. Wisdom is born of trust. You are ready now. I’ll give you all my power to take you on. Carry on the lineage of the wolf. That is your destiny.”

“ I am afraid not for myself and my safety,” said Sukhee, “ but for others and their safety,” she replied. “ We can’t save the world and every living being from the wrath of the Dark Woman. And if she is finally accepted as a Temple Devi or an avatar of one, we will face a grim future. Nothing will be left of Nature and her creatures. Nothing will be left of our sacred spaces. When our people and creatures are cornered, they will either have to accept the new beliefs or be crushed. It is already happening everywhere. Every day a new festival is being born with drums and new laws, every day wild lands are being turned into human habitations, everywhere the sacred worship of our ancestors is being turned into an occasion to instal a new deity, villages are growing into towns and towns are growing into cities and cities are growing into huge monstrous wounds that spread like a disease. They are advancing. We have to stop them Baba, we have to gather our forces. Every single life that is being threatened by the disease must be encouraged to join us…I mean even moss, and rock and grass, and weaver ant and spider and bird and reptile and human being and mammal - every single being that is being threatened by extinction. Every thought, every act, ever plan, every belief….is for the survival of these beings and for their future. This is not a war of ideologies, but a war for survival and triumph of the earth, our mother.”