You see, this group of spiritual warriors remembered what the ancestors had said. They invited the tales the wise woman would tell, reminding them of who they are. The wisest of the wise stood in their midst looking around the circle, the fire illuminating the eyes of the intrepid members, the shadows of the forest cradling them in the cocoon of safety. And compassion. The forest understood.
“My Beloveds,” she said. “We are from the One, the Ultimate One of Perfection.” The people nodded and smiled. Some had tears trickling down their cheeks, others smiled gently, while still others leaned into one another, basking in knowing the truth of her words. “The One Great Mind of the Universe had the Infinitely delicious idea to explode itself into a gazillion stars.” She was chuckling with glee. “Dear ones, It chose to break apart into an infinite number of us. It wanted us! It didn’t want to be just Itself but instead to multiply Itself, reproducing Itself as each of us. It reproduced Itself by breaking apart into minute sparks, those sparks of Reality that reside in each of us, each of us a reflection of the Perfection it is.” She then turned her full attention to the individuals whom she loved saying, “As you, my sweet young children, and as you Dear Mother,” she said pointing to the oldest of the old. “And you Dear Brother,” again pointing but this time to the strongest of the men who protected the flock, their community. “And you, my darlings,” she said, pointing to the humble and the intellectuals and the savants. “You are the ones whose visions often enlighten the imaginations of our dedicated people.