The Flock (Excerpt)
I was encompassed by towering, living trees and mountains that pulsated with the rhythm of Gaia. The bluest skies I had ever beheld stretched endlessly above, speckled with billowing white clouds that floated effortlessly in the horizon. I traced a rushing river, winding through the lush Valley of Eternal Spring, right to the foothill of The Mandango, where Three Condors awaited in silent patience for me to approach them.
The elder Condor gently spread coca leaves with her beak and imparted to me what she had seen, her gaze steady and wise.
Young Sister,
You are now fifty-five–
In this valley, your spirit will truly thrive.
It will not be a simple cup of coca tea–
This part of your journey is called AIT
Before you're assigned to a permanent duty station,
You must take this time for final preparations.
Your frequency must elevate beyond combat-ready–
Remain in this valley until you can hold steady
Every tool at your command.
Guide each one with truth, from your heart to your hands.
Pako King
The Suit Shaman
