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Mutant Message from Forever: A Novel of Aboriginal Wisomby Marlo Morgan
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The brown-skinned face of the eighteen-year-old pregnant girl glistened as perspiration rolled down her face and dripped from her quivering chin. Her naked squatting body straddled a smoldering bed of herbs, allowing the, smoky essence to curl around, her body and be, absorbed into the dilating birth passage. Both hands squeezed the sturdy wooden stake that she had pounded into the ground, her aching arms enfolding her protruding belly. The deep, panting breaths momentarily seemed to ease the rhythm of pain. it was her first childbirth, an event not intended to, be experienced alone.
When she looked up, she saw a vision of heat-wave ripples, caused by the stifling temperature in the desert. The wavy pattern ran from the brown-red earth into brown-blue sky, blending the two without any clear line of demarcation. The air had not begun to cool, even, though the sun was beginning its daily descent beyond the horizon. Back and abdominal pains had made every step she took toward this sacred place progressively more difficult to withstand. Arriving at the birthing tree brought her more pain and disappointment. The tree she sought was dead. There were no leaves, no shade, no sign of any life remaining in the tall gray shell, that was hollow where the hungry white ants had stripped the core. only giant boulders lining a dry creek bed provided a small, shaded rim of protection from the sun. it had been necessary to pound astray limb deep into the earth. Young women always use I an anchor when delivering a child. They held another woman's hind or caressed the trunk of a tree, but she had neither. Seeing the lifeless family tree with the empty space inside where once its heart and lifeline hadresided confirmed that it was destiny, or in the hands of oneness, that she found herself alone at this life-projecting moment. it was an omen of great loss, She acknowledged her sad feeling that the tree spirit was gone. Part of her religious belief was based on the earth's being the school of emotion. Her people never hid o denied feelings. They were responsible for, how they felt, and learned to discipline all: accompanying action; She felt sadness not only for the deteriorating shell of the once stately shade and oxygen-producing friend, but for, what other deaths it might symbolize.
The birth contractions became severe. Her strangely totemed child with its violent motion was resisting arrival. She, moved from the herbal smoke and dug a small depression in the warm sand, where she squatted again, placing her back a against a boulder. As she began to push she thought about the time, months previously, when she and her husband had agreed to stop chewing the contraceptive plant aft couples of their desert nation used until they were ready for the responsibility of the journey of a spirit.
Together, they planned to provide the. outer covering for a spirit by conceiving a child. Her husband had dreamed of a strange wounded one-winged bird that could not fly. And could not build a. nest, It, fluttered, on the ground so rapidly, frantically flapping its wings, that it became: a blur, a doubled, image. it had been a confusing dream. As his wife, she had gone alone into the arid wilderness, seeking a spirit sign for better understanding. Since no special animal or, reptile appeared, the couple-consulted with older, wiser community, members and, learned that the dream was the voice of, aForever spirit, asking them to become its parents. As usual, the unborn spirit first made its request, known; the act of conceiving came later. Her tribal people were keenly. Observant of the desires, messages and awareness levels of the yet unborn. She came to her family's sacred spot because where one was born was important. Not only was the consideration of the place of birth determined by the footsteps of the mother but the unborn had no control over birth location. The child, speaks by making the first movement, which the mother, cannot control." Where that first flutter is felt is a significant factor. The location of the . first life signs together with birth place determine totem and song line relationship. The placement of the stars overhead. Tell the character and personality of the yet unseen tribal member.
Following her modern classic and worldwide bestseller < I> A Mutant Message Down Under, < /I> Marlo Morgan's long-awaited second novel is a tale of self-enlightenment about aboriginal twins separated at birth and the searchfor roots that reunites them from opposite sides of the globe. < I> Message from Forever< /I> is an incredibly moving story in which the power of purity, acceptance, and openness transcends injustice and degradation, directing is to live our lives in accordance with ageless values and simple wisdom.< P> 10 Messages of Aboriginal Wisdom You Will Explore In < I> Message From Forever< /I> < P> < OL TTYPE=1 START=1> < LI> Express Your Individual Creativity< LI> Realize That You Are Accountable< LI> Before Birth You Agreed to Help Others< LI> Mature Emotionally< LI> Entertain< LI> Be a Steward of Your Energy< LI> Indulge in Music< LI> Strive to Achieve Wisdom< LI> Learn Self-Discipline< LI> Observe Without Judging < /OL>
Following her modern classic and worldwide bestseller A Mutant Message Down Under, Marlo Morgan's long-awaited second novel is a tale of self-enlightenment about aboriginal twins separated at birth and the searchfor roots that reunites them from opposite sides of the globe. Message from Forever is an incredibly moving story in which the power of purity, acceptance, and openness transcends injustice and degradation, directing is to live our lives in accordance with ageless values and simple wisdom.
10 Messages of Aboriginal Wisdom You Will Explore In Message From Forever
About the Author
Marlo Morgan is a retired health-care professional. She lives in Lee Summit, Missouri. Her first novel, Mutant Message Down Under, was a New York Times bestseller for thirty-one weeks and was published in twenty-four countries.
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