posted on Jul, 11 2017 @ 08:54 PM
Joshua opened the Western Union envelope as soon as it was delivered.
“Mother is dying. She needs a transfusion right away...” was all it said.
Joshua was off and running. He knew She had been sick for so long that a message of this nature surely had to be extremely urgent. There was no time
to waste. If Mother needed a transfusion she would get one, or there would be Hell to pay.
Joshua knew the locations of the ingredients for the tincture and flew to the first destination. The desert was hot, almost glowing red hot. He was
uncomfortable with the heat. The layers of red sand would have to be stripped away to reach the Ochre Rojo silt, the first ingredient. Joshua landed
and immediately started digging in the red sand that had accumulated near the base of the mesa. Three feet down he would find the silt he was looking
for. He scooped some into a sterile jar he had in his vest and took off for the second location, the Leilani Flower Fields. The Flowers of Heaven.
Joshua landed as close to the flowers as he could and rushed to their location to collect the pollen and only the inner-most petals from the brightest
red flower in the field. He added them to the contents of the jar after carefully collecting them one by one. He had to be gentle with them but time
was of the essence as well. Joshua dutifully placed each and every petal, and as much pollen as he could gather, in to the jar and sealed it tight. He
heard a pounding in his ears and the sounds of trumpets that echoed through his mind. He had to hurry. There was only one location left, the
Joshua alit near the church and hurried inside. The stone staircase leading down to the vault was cramped and dark but Joshua rushed down the stairs
having folded his wings neatly in to his jacket. The lone grave was covered with the most ornately carved stone. Joshua had heard of it but had never
seen it. Time was running out so he could only glance at it as he hurried to the collection of medicine bottles on the shelves at the side of the
room. Passing by, Joshua noticed the inscription on the stone, “Madre Tierra”. The stone was carved in the likeness of the most beautiful woman
the Earth had ever known. Her face was so lifelike, her lips barely parted, as if she wsa about to speak. Joshua was touched at his very core.
Rushing now, Joshua added the final ingredient to the tincture creating the needed Sangue de Terra. The pounding in his temples nearly knocking him
off his feet, the blaring of the trumpets making his eyes vibrate, he gently poured the tincture through the lips of the stone monument.
Silence. All was quiet, save for the sound of a distant beating heart, healthy and strong.
The headlines the following day read, “Mother Earth dodged a bullet”, and, “Enormous bird-like creature seen flying near ancient church”