Then to our amazement there was an image of a fair-skinned woman with long white hair. She appeared to be pregnant, and then with a turn of the page there was a birth scene and then a child, a girl child, and surrounding her was light, and there were tribes people prostrating before her. She was a white child with flowing blond hair, and then there were images of her when she couldn’t have been over ten years old. The people around her were all African. The mother in the birth scene was gone. It was just the child and African people around her.

On the last two pages there were scenes of harvest and dancing and a temple, and then there was a scene of a flood, and then the remaining papyrus pages were tattered and too faded to read.

The last page was all text and it was partially destroyed, but many of the characters were still legible.

“What does this mean? Can you read this language, Mama?”

Mama nodded her head and said, “This is our ancient language and it has been passed among the healers and our people forever. It is a language of symbols. I will tell you what the prophecy says.”