A Prayer

" I am concerned. She has broken normal barriers between MesoWorld, the underworld and the Void ever since winter solstice,  when she began climbing down into the Crack in the Earth."

Albert nodded at Motu’s fretting. "I hear you," he replies. "She went this time contemplating that the Void is where one goes to unravel. She specifically went to the crack today to unravel."

"She went right after she moved me to the east for the new Trecena," Motu added.

Walt stirred and yawned. "I think she has a good point, there. If one doesn’t unravel, until the story becomes different than it  always has been told,  it is the only story."

"Unraveling is the first step to creation," Albert said excitedly.

"Oh indeed, indeed," said Motu, her concern becoming curiosity. 

"I know the wolf has been by, came to her house the other night, yowling outside her fence"

"The wolf roams again, and she trusts again," said Motu, again caving into worry.

"The void, the void - that is why visiting the void is important. She doesn’t hold any story firm. Not the story of wolf’s wickedness or his redemption. An act of compassion is all, of love. Of concern."

And now, Walt interjects, "her imagination is running a little wild. If it had been only that, but it was more. It was the other message she got this morning too. She had to take that message into the void too. She worked in her compost also today. She worked in making the dirt rich. She released a great deal into the earth.

Albert says, "I calculate pounds and ounces of pure energy, released as a prayer. As a plea for forgiveness and new beginnings. Of allowing an old ending to move into the void and generate another state of being, possibly a better state. The math may work out. Let's pray for good outcomes."

"Oh shit," Walt said, "if Albert is praying, damn I will too. Who knew the man had a praying bone in his body."

It's a mathematical formula I pray, my dear friend. This much uncertainty plus what is known, minus what drops out, plus the energy of fire gained in the transformation equals .... well who the hell knows. Might as well pray."

Motu bowed her head.