One Thousand Years
Genesage
“Horse Sense"
(Chp 8:3)
Far away in the night a reply was echoed to “The Call” from the Winged Horse.
From a distance it sounded as a horse neighing. As it drew nearer many horses could be heard calling. But also as they drew close like the cavalry was on the way the obvious gallop of horse hoof beats was heard. The sound grew louder and increased as “they” got closer.
Stomping and clacking, clattering and pounding with hoof beats drumming; they were growing closer and closer. Hoof beats from a distance sounding ever closer in the dark till loudly they announced the arrival of the herd. They had stopped somewhere out of sight in the night.
Standing behind the two ManKind and in front of the deceased Rose, the Golden Horse, SpiritKind, Angelic; faced these new horse arrivals that came trotting into sight. He spoke to each as they walked into the light of the fire.
It was odd. It was new. No one present had seen a herd of horses in the Kingdom of God and now here they were. These were in wide variety as each appeared walking into the light of the fire. Caleb was in heaven. More unusual experiences for him to enjoy and learn. He categorized all that he saw. He tried to memorize each and every detail. As He concentrated he noticed certain things began to happen.
Listening closely as well as staring intently to all he heard or saw, what he thought of as simply a tossing of the mane of some horses seemed to be more. Here and there some nickering and neighing was going on. As he watched and listened it became less foreign to him. It began to become somehow familiar.
He gradually heard words. Ideas and thoughts flowed into his mind. Soon he began to see the horses talking in patterns; gradually he understood the horses as if they were speaking a language. Soon it was a plain to him as though they were speaking his language. Stomping a hoof was meaningful. Tossing the mane signified an emotion. Shaking the head wasn’t a “no” action nor was raising and lowering the head Yes.
Caleb was fascinated as his mind moved quickly identifying it all as natural as though he had done so all his life.
There was the Golden Horse with wings; but these horses that came into sight were more normal appearing. Normal for some, but frankly Caleb had only heard about horses. He had no idea what normal for a horse was. He did notice none of these “new” horses had wings. Each one seemed to be different in bulk, size, height and color.
He had no idea what that meant.
Thomas more familiar with horses simply sat by the fire and watched all that was occurring with some trepidation. He wasn’t sure why, but he was nervous. The lack of sleep had a lot to do with it. The repetitive nightmares that had only recently returned also contributed. Of course, there was also the issue of, Rose.
Caleb on the other hand was enjoying the spectacle. He knew these were “AnimalKind and from Zebulon[1]”, the Tribal Lands in the Far West of Yisrael. The Tribal Lands. Caleb had heard about them. Large areas where it was said most of the people Eben called “Heroes of the Bible” or Biblical Characters dwelt. The people of legends and myths. The “others”.
Those that were a lot like Eben.
Caleb never questioned or thought it strange when wisdom or knowledge came to him. He had no way of knowing these horses were from Zebulon. Yet he knew without a doubt they were. Often knowledge was suddenly there for him to comprehend. It just happened and he thought it natural. It was his “gift”.
It was almost as an unspoken request before it was formulated into a question yet the response was there in his mind even before he asked.
It was so normal that Caleb had never learned to question it.
"It is true…,"
continued the Angelic SpiritKind; the Winged Horse.
The Golden Horse with wings had been speaking and addressing the herd,
"…, Rose has been killed. The ManKind has violated her life.
He took what was not his."
"How can Creator let ManKind do this?"
Stated a brownish looking Shetland pony, its long mane hanging down and forehead mane almost covering its eyes. From the herd a stomp and a voice said,
"Here in the Land,
Thou Shalt Not Kill."
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