As Aztec Warrior, I spirit walk as the Grey Wolf. Roam North in the shadows until I reach our tall brothers. Standing proudly they willfully share their long ago wisdom to all who pass by.
“We were here when your “People” first came here heading South into barren lands and harsh sun. It is good to see you have survived and return in your true form.”
“But you must return soon and warn all you see there is great danger on its way. A strange people will come with shinny blades and magic sticks to conquer and destroy our natural ways. As they spread over all the lands, even our Mother will be defiled, ***** by their evil superstitions. It will be up to those with true hearts, with love of beauty and courage to fight to make the Earth right. Go back Aztec Warrior, tell your people what you have heard from your Great, Great Grandfather, the Sequoia trees.”
I awoke in human form, the vision fresh in my mind. As I look around, stand on these concrete streets, I wonder loudly, Am I too late?