birthing Yeshua

"Where is your breath?" asked Story Teller.

He and a group of children were walking by the river.

The adults, the grown children, were elsewhere doing other things.

"It is inside me," said Large Boy.

"It keeps moving through me," said Sun Dawn.

"Right here," said Bear Berry, blowing through his lips.

"Is your breath always with you?" asked Story Teller.

"Yes," they sang out.

"Unless you are dead," said Book Read.

"Are you dead?" asked Story Teller.

They laughed and giggled. "No!"

"So your breath is in you, moves through you, and is always with you," said Story Teller.

They stopped their walk and sat on the grass beneath the shade of a tree beside the flowing water.

"Use your breath and say a name," said Story Teller.

"Rooster," said Sun Dawn.

"Everyone say rooster," said Story Teller. Five "roosters" sang in the air.

"When you say rooster, can you see rooster? Does rooster appear?" asked Story Teller.

"Yes, and I can hear him too," said Bear Berry.

They all began imitating Rooster with sounds and struts and wing flapping.

After they settled down, Story Teller said, "This is the way that Yahweh became Yeshua."

Their inner ears perked up. They were familiar with Story Teller's transitions, linking worlds.

"Like the breath, Yeshua was in Yahweh, continuously moved through Yahweh, had been with Yahweh since Yahweh existed, and was always with Yahweh."

The river gurgled. The wind moved through the leaves of the tree.

"So how was Yahweh born as a human and walked the earth as Yeshua?" asked Story Teller.

"I know!" said Book Read. "Yahweh breathed out and said his name."

"Like we said rooster," said Bear Berry. "And rooster appeared."

"Yes," said Story Teller.

They sat quietly saying Yeshua's name to themselves and helping him appear.