Once upon a time (in the 1600’s actually…), a new tribe came from the northern territories. They traveled southwards slowly and met with a lot of other tribes on their path. They were guided to food, water and other supplies by their guiding spirits. From most of the tribes they passed by, some members joined them. All had their own good reasons to do so. Some attracted by the energy, some fleeing from their own tribe, all of them with the intention to start a new part of their life’s journey and to share their best Self with their new tribe.
The tribe offered help when asked for. Sometimes others were in need, they then exercised their healing powers with great success. Soon it became known in advance that the tribe of rainbow colours was approaching an area. This drew many interested and curious people towards them, which led to many talks with local chiefs, elder and medicine men. (These contacts intensified over time and led to the honouring of little Mepi with the “title” Grandmother)
Some people joined them for they wanted to learn about their skills, but many were attracted by the principles of universal love that the tribe stood for. Men and women were equal, decisions were taken after having heard all the points of view…. these were “new” values to many of the tribes they passed by. They exchanged not only goods, knowledge and medicine, but also services and energy.
The tribe was led by Mepi and grew to over 200 members by the time they arrived near the Valley of the Dead (Now called Death Valley in California, USA).
Given its size of over 200, the tribe was “tolerated” by the more violent tribes in the area. Blue Thunder’s brother, driven by jealousy and anger, sought to destroy them after his brother was saved from dying by the tribe and after his sister joined the tribe as well.
18 months passed after Blue Thunder was saved and adopted by the tribe of rainbow colors and after he received his new name, Ilanato Campita. Then, Ilan’s brother mortally wounded the heavily pregnant Mepi, he concluded the tribe was helpless because the loss they suffered. Immediately after he attacked Mepi, he started gathering like minded warriors and convinced them to join him in attacking the tribe of rainbow colors. He knew that a few days earlier, a group of 70 had left the tribe in search of water, so he thought that the remaining 145 would be easier to conquer.
When Mepi was struck with an axe in her chest by Ilan’s brother, her fellow travellers brought Mepi back to Ilan as fast as they could. Mepi spent her last hours lying next to Ilan. They held hands when she passed over. Her words to him were “Ilan ill rato del la tent ta” (Ilan, look to the love that is next to you). The last words she spoke were “follow your own hearts, not mine”
Mepi predicted also that many of the tribe would follow her transitioning very soon. She asked the tribe members to continue following their own hearts, not hers. She insisted that her passing would be celebrated, in line with what the tribe set as a ritual for all members that passed on. She asked Moapa to take care of her unborn child.
Three days after Mepi died and her child was saved, the tribe felt an attack was imminent and they decided to celebrate life and welcome the attackers by singing their favorite love song…. There they were, standing up right, singing a sweet love song from their hearts, while Ilan’s brother and his seven warriors approached for war. At first, they were surprised by the lack of defense. Ilan’s brother’s anger raised even higher though and he started slaughtering tribe members one by one, furious as he was, blinded by hatred and jealousy. Seeing him, the others grew courage and entered the mass killing.
None of the tribe’s members moved. They kept on singing and did not resist their attackers. After the first 30 dead, the peaceful stand had an effect on Ilan’s brother’s mates. They came to their senses and stopped the killing. This made Ilan’s brothers’ anger even worse. He increased his attack, despite resistance coming from the other warriors. They wanted him to stop, having realized what they were doing. They shouted at him, pulled him back, but nothing helped. After 52 tribe members were killed, one of his warriors stopped the massacre by killing him. He threw his axe. The warriors took his body and disappeared in the night. They were never seen alive or heard of anymore.
Ilan was in his tipi, he was safe.
A few days later, the other tribe members that were out to look for water came back and realized what happened. The tribe took seven days to mourn and burn the 53 bodies. The news spread fast. Stories were born about The Last Battle which took place in the Valley of the Dead. After a week, the tribe celebrated the passing on of their loved ones, in line with their habits, culture and wisdom.
Four weeks after Mepi died, Ilan died of grief over her. He missed her beyond comprehension, beyond his beliefs, beyond his knowledge of eternity. He refused to eat or drink and starved to death. Their newborn ( a girl ) was taken care of by Moapa and other tribe members. For safety reasons, her name was kept secret for a long time. She was not to be found by outsiders.
The story of The Last Battle became the foundation for a few more stories, variants, told by elder to the younger generations. It is one of the stories of Native Americans’ inner wisdom. It is charged with both glory and shame. It became an example of both how powerfully loving and how destructive human beings can become. This story only has been shared with very few “others”. Today, Grandmother Mepi has returned to share this wisdom with the world. In love, from the heart.