An older woman, a young woman and small male child climb into the first truck, the older woman seated by the passenger door, the younger woman next to the driver. While they are all dressed in brightly colored clothes, the older woman's garb is less colorful/flamboyant, her head covered with a long flowing scarf and her eyes ever keen and alert, flashing with power and knowledge-- a wisdom born of many years.

In the distance the shining domes of their destination sparkle in the noon sun, multitudes of birds can be seen flying, diving amongst the domes. As the caravan manuerves the last curve of the road and into the city, loud festive music can be heard. The caravan heads straight to the side of one of the domed buildings, the passengers disembark and make their way inside.

Here inside the cool, oil lamp lit interior women recline in discussions and the signs of packing the contents of the place are observed.. A loud bell/gong sound is heard and the women begin to move rapidly, now hurridly packing items in crates...food, material, treasured belongings...

One woman, dressed in crimsons, draped with many ropes of jeweled chains....is giving instructions... the older of the two women who have just arrived informs her that they have brought the conveyances requested.

Quickly, instructs the crimsom robed one for the first vehicle to be loaded with young women and children and it is done.

Are you sure it is safe, will we be alright? What if we are found, we don't know the way.

She has come to take you to safety, she alone knows the way... then the crimson robed one steps out into the noon sun an instructs the drivers of the trucks to follow the directions of the oldest of the two women who have just arrived.

Why should we, they question, they are not of our sect. The woman replies, no they aren't, but they are the only ones I can trust and I know they will not let harm come to those who follow, so let it be done this way.

The driver of the first truck disappears, the second trucks driver is brooding, while the rest of the drivers of the small carvan finish loading their precious cargo.

Uncerimoniously, the first women with small child in tow climb into the first truck. The older of the two behind the wheel...appearing to have some consternation, grinding the gears into their slots...adjusting mirrors to see behind them and instructing the younger to keep a keen eye on all that goes on about them. She closes her eyes for a moment, a soft whisper plays across her lips, then as her eyes open the truck lurches into motion.

Mid way through their trip they rest at grotto of trees, a place where the water bubbles forth from a rock wall into a small clear pool. As the sun fades, the caravan reaches the top of a small hill. A city is seen not far off, set in a valley just below the rise they are cresting.... there, they had made it, just a short distance and they would be there, the lights of the small town already glittering as the darkness begins to envade.

10-06-00

Whispers Invitation