“Their Vision”

“After a few minutes, they all began to experience the same vision. A lone Native American man was sitting precisely where they were sitting. His face looked ancient, deeply furrowed with wrinkles brought on by long and trying experience. His thick hair shot back from his temples in the shape of twin dark-feathered birds. In his hand he held a staff decorated at its head with a horse image. Beads and shells hung from his neck. The medicine man (for so they knew him to be) held out his right hand and stared at it. Soon, what looked like a miniature Milky Way appeared in his palm.  The friends found themselves drawn into the galaxy. They were travelling at a vast speed, passing stars of blue, white, yellow, and orange hue. There were gas clouds the color of red fire, massive fields of space dust, and tens of thousands of planets of varying sizes and shapes. As they raced through the galaxy, the friends began to understood the mindboggling extent of creation. For, as unfathomably large as the Milky Way was, it was only one of the two trillion galaxies that constituted the universe. Then the group once more became aware of the medicine man, who still held the Milky Way in the palm of his hand. He looked at it with wise respect. Knowing its vastness, he also realized that he held it in his hand. He was showing the observers that the human soul could include all of material creation, could even control that vast range of space and material. Now the medicine man got transformed. He possessed the same face, but his body grew immense. His shoulders were ranges of tall mountains. Rivers flowed down the curves of his chest. The sun and moon hung from his necklace. His body was illuminated by thousands of pulsing stars. The man had become God. That was what the friends saw.”