Two Moons is a new novel by J. Raymond Ractliffe that explores the inner spirit life of Africa, her people and their powerful faith in the world of the Unseen.
Majura sat by her glowing fire, the wafting blue smoke had filled her night with endless visions. There were many she did not understand for the lands and different people she did not know. Her marked bones were cast through the dark night, revealing what could not be seen, filling in the details of these two junior warriors now sleeping in their fevers. The rivers that had carried them to her hut had come from different sides of the earth. What was clearly written with His formless hand was now etched on the paths of their souls. Their destinies were firmly set before them as clearly as the plains that greeted the herds that forever searched for life. A throw of her bones on her mat revealed the last of their story. Their bloods would run together as they fought for their place in the sky. The stars and the heavens could only welcome one Moon. Majura leant back to rest now and let go of the day. The twins would be up in the night tending to the boys. They would see to their wet perspiring skins and bring pure clean water for their burning throats. She would walk the Dreamland now and be with the Spirits that lived between these worlds. They were always eager to hear news of the relatives that still lived with the People. It would take all night to speak of these things that had come in this day. Her head turned to the fire, Majura let herself slip away. A brown falcon feather clutched gently in her hand, her Milk Eye staring at the fire as her warm eye closed to the night.
Chapter 8
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