One Thousand Years
Genesage
“Consultation"
(Chp 8:8)
Looking down at the bird, Thomas felt ridiculous.
There on the ground, a little bird, trying to encourage him. If anyone asked, he would have said “a little birdie told me” but at this moment it seemed trite. But there it was tilting it's head from one side to the other.
Of course really having a little birdie tell you something was a whole lot different that imagining one do it. Having it speak to him made him feel bird brained himself.
It was all surreal.
"Do not be afraid Thomas Mankind.”
“Some have come to learn,
others to see what has happened,
some to help,
some to say goodbye to PlantKind
Rose l'eben."
The bird spoke as it appeared to chirp but all Thomas really heard was the words.
"We all know she is gone. All of us felt her passing from us. It was felt in the Land. EarthKind told us where, only you can tell us how."
“ It is for you to tell. We will listen”
The voice was calm and soothing and Thomas found himself liking the bird the more he/she spoke.
Seeing the words come from the little swallow like sparrow made the scene seem dreamt. In sixty-nine years most of the occurrences in Thomas life up till now had been pretty mundane and sedate. Now here he was at the zoo with a bird talking to him about a bush.
Something was wrong with this picture.
From the first day he had met Eben till now it mostly had been to merely adapt to the "greenie" way of doing things. That was how he felt it was like. The Green Peace, the greenies, the tree huggers, the Earth Friendly, he even thought at times it was a cult come true. Except Eben said no, it wasn’t like that.
It had taken him time to re-evaluate what he thought was very close to an old world earth cult to the actual Word of God. He learned that comparison was really was an injustice to what the Kingdom Of Heaven was in the Land of Promise.
He had accepted living in a dwelling place that seemed more grown than built. And as long as it had not talked to him he was fine. He never saw any strange weird abnormal things about the house really. Only that it was a hybrid type living arrangement and he felt like a symbiot. It could have been a topiary house.
He benefited from the way the plantlike structure grew, and it seemed to adapt to him. He never talked to it. It never talked to him. No animals had even said any words to him. At least not till today. He had not gone out of his way to find out what some already knew about the Kingdom.
Thomas had just minded his own business and stayed low key and quiet till now.
Day to day classes had added normalcy and routines. Later when the Fruit trees had grown he had helped pick them as well as tend the gardens. All he really had to do all these years was collect the fruit. This lack of stimuli mentally helped heal him of much he had suffered. He hadn't realized there was a lot he was missing out on till now. So much of life going on all around him. He never suspected the things that he was no beginning to realize were true, like Rose.
Apparently also he had missed the fact the animals, or at least these animals in the Kingdom could speak. They knew how to communicate. Though sixty-nine years had passed of a pretty quiet lifestyle, he wasn't completely freed from the horrors he had seen. Those memories had entrapped him. Time had healed and he was making up for lost time as he was well on the way to accept the extraordinaire in the Land. He had to.
It looked like NOW he was being overwhelmed by it.
Just then as if sensing his emotion, the Sparrow like swallow hopped once, twice, thrice, then flew to his shoulder. It perched there like a parrot. Starting to think that this was crazy, the sparrow whispered in his ear,
"Trust Me. It will be ok. Tell them everything."
Suddenly Thomas was fine; his humor got the best of him. He wished he had a camera or a movie of this because he thought it must look ridiculous. He laughed and the if he could have known the AnimalKind better, he would have realized that laughter and joy made all AnimalKind content. Laughter was like music to an Animalkin.
But Thomas did not know this. He was laughing at himself.
"How do you know it will be ok?",
he mocked at himself in his mind.
"Because a little birdie whispered it in my ear….,",
Laughing all he could think of is that somebody upstairs, downstairs or sidestairs must have had a sense of humor when he let mankind loose on creation. The very thought of a little bird whispering in his ear kept coming to his mind over and over again and he couldn't help the giddiness and giggles.
Feeling better he proffered his hand to the Swallow like sparrow and carried it over to Caleb who, shocked look and all, took the bird on his hand and began chirping at it.
He didn't know Caleb could talk to the animals.
"Figures,"
thought Thomas,
“ birds of a feather….,"
and with that he was ready to confront his fears.
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