Bucking Horse decided to go on a Vision Quest days earlier. . . The victorious moon rose. Thick fog lifted and fell from the spirited, moist ground.

He was finished with expectations impossible to fulfill. He was going to change the game and create a sense of fairness. A game possible, even probable, to win. First he needed the necessary guidance and insight from the other realm. Having been without food and water (except for medicine) for the previous three days and nights his body was agonizing in starvation. "Just a little more time." he kept repeating to himself. He'd been tempted to take just one small hand-cupful of delicious water, which is why he chose the cave on the other side of the mountain. Nourishing the body would only extend the process, and he wanted it to be over as soon as possible. He drank the juice of the Ghost Plant early in the morning hoping to extend his half-sleep state. Though not normally acceptable procedure, the medicine man had slipped the skin-pouch to him when parting as a show of faith in his student's proven strong and flexible consciousness.

Bucking Horse decided to go on a Vision Quest days earlier. . . The victorious moon rose. Thick fog lifted and fell from the spirited, moist ground. The night crickets and sounds echoed and amplified in this altered state. The thin, delicate clouds swayed to the beat of his pulse. Sweat rolled from his forehead into his hair as he lay face up looking into the clouds. His body felt the primal rhythm and validated the state moving into a sensual state. He reminded it to not go further until the process was complete.

Then, it happened, he was locked between worlds. His passed grandfather walked right up to him, and expressed his pride for Bucking Horse to have allowed his mind to come this far. In the unaltered world he could only hear him. Ten years earlier his grandfather walked-on. Tears welled in his stoic, deeply passionate, bloodshot eyes. With cellular sincerity he answered, "Thank you Grandfather." Gratitude would see him the rest of the way through.

The fire in front of him began to fade and a valley of people in the sun emerged. They were gathering rice, roots and herbs while most were singing happily. A group synergy filled the energetic field. He knew this to be the future. There would be a healthy era again after all.

Humbly looking into the clouds, stars and ether he asked for a message, and heard the voice of the energetic grid. It came in a loud and long 'Zap'. "We have suffered, all of creation has suffered. You must not suffer any longer, but renew Humanity's tool for evolution, and move off the planet to higher dimensions. Those trees remaining in the woods, they were broken and mangled, and placed upon each other in the air to hold a chaos pattern in my grid. This has perpetuated a negative charge to hold those tricked by sexual magic into self-destruction to be reliving that trauma, and repeat the scenario for eternity. The clouds reflect their faces frozen in time using the torment and disfigurement to re-energize the negative grid.

Take these trees down, all of them, and give these men freedom to move on. Allow decay of the energetic grid for positive, healthy energy of integrity and honor to enter here. Death should not be held in constancy as life and death is a cycle not to be interrupted. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. Then go back to your people and give them the message. Tell all the people of the earth there will be a time of health and evolution - but you must work for it, and make room. Invite all who wish for a healthy body and life to join you on this quest. You will be given more information when it is time. Beware, a cold time is coming, as predicted in a Norse People, prepare in this way."

"Thank you for this information. I will do as you ask, and make room for a healthier world for us all. We are all grateful for this information from you, and will visit you again when the basic work is complete."

On the turn of his head he was asleep.

Before ceremony that night he had crafted three large leaves to gather dew during the night, and he drank them on waking. The fire had died in the few hours of sleep. Having searched for berries before fasting, he went to them and ate as many as possible to maintain enough energy to get to the other side of the mountain where he would enjoy heartier food.