The Shepherd:
We Must Tell Our Story
Entry: Walkingfeather
March 1983, Fairmont, W.Va.:
Lanoo. The voice brought me out of a deep sleep into an unearthly silence. Opening my eyes, I waited, feeling the gathering of spirit energy in the still, dark atmosphere of my bedroom. Suddenly, I woke up with the full realization that it was him, the great Shepherd. What a joy to be once more in his presence.
Sitting up quickly, I slid out of bed, placing my feet on the icy floors. The early spring air had seeped into the old farmhouse, chilling its interior. I wrapped myself in my bathrobe and slipped my feet into my woolly house slippers, and the shivers that coursed through me melted away. Feeling my way through the darkness to the bedroom door, I opened it carefully, not wanting to disturb my sleeping husband. Finding the banister, I let my hand glide along its smooth surface, as I crept down the wide staircase to the empty rooms below.
Entering the dining room, I turned the thermostat to 75 degrees and felt the room shake, as the old basement burner ignited and thundered into action. The old pipes creaked and shuddered as I felt my way to the table in the corner of the room. I switched on the lamp and gazed at the world map on the wall above the table.
On a previous visit, the Shepherd had asked me to hang the map and he had told me that the tiny islands of the British Isles had once formed the seacoast of Atlanta, sixth province of the once-great-continent of Atlantis. As I fixed my eyes again on the British Isles, the inner voice came clearly once more:
“Come Lanoo. Take up your pen. Earth is a fable about to change chapters and we must tell our story. You have already been given the dimensions of Atlas Land. Sweep now away to the west, far across the lost continent and over the sea. There, just beyond the waters on the undivided land, lies Arina, kingdom of Arin. See, the jewel of Oranetha is still glowing. I perceived her light far into the outer darkness of space. Indestructible are her resources for they come 
not from this material universe. From the eye of material man, Arina is now hidden, but often as the moon hits upon the jewel, some eyes are opened, and into that mind, a never to be forgotten view will rest. Many now walk again these paths Lanoo. Deep within they’ve been called as you have been. They return to joy. Come Lanoo. I will walk once more with you.” | Continue to Chapter Five