Long time, no see! I write to you in springtime. Have the finches and the robins returned to your feeders where you are? Are your annuals blooming as I remember them? Here in South Bend the squirrels, both the grey and the black scamper around outside, chasing each other, and other nuts. They are having a good old time.
I desire for you to know that every day we pray that the sun and the son shine pleasantly upon you and fill your hearts with joy. As you sing of the joy of the Mighty Savior in your services, we ask that you always remember the words of St. Augustine who said, “Qui bene cantat, bis orat, He who sings well, prays twice.” So, Sursum corda et Totum dependeat, lift up your hearts and let it all hang out. This is because, “Ubi spiritus est cantus est.” “Where there is spirit there is song.”
I read in your last letter that the great number of translations of the Good Book and of the many stories that are circulating about our Blessed Brother Salvador confuses you. “Where love is, there is insight.” Remember also, many in fact, have put pen in hand to organize an account of the events, which have been fulfilled in our own lives.
The eyewitnesses and the original transmitters of the word handed these traditions on to us from the beginning. It seemed fitting to me, having followed these things very closely and from the very first, to write to you through the bond of unity. Here is a very careful presentation and an orderly sequence of these fulfilled events in our lives. I write this to you, the beloved in the communities of the Great Lakes and in the breadbasket of our nation, in order that you might know with certainty the things we are relating to you.
In this way, I hope that you might obtain knowledge of the catechesis of safety that is as certain as asphalt. Lee Stone and Paul made the mistake, not including anything about Salvador before he met Curtis E. John. This resulted in a doctor saying, “Salvador is just an apparition that appeared out of nowhere.”
Will Kommen, on the other hand, makes the mistake of dating the birth of Salvador from the appearance of some Sioux astronomers from the Rose Bud Reservation in South Dakota. Now, the folly of dating Salvador from the stars implies that the stars ruled Salvador.
The Sioux tradition is that there is a new beginning in September, when that tribe returned to where it planted in the spring for the harvest. That is why a sign in the Pleiades at that time of year would have such significance for them. Sioux think this way. We as Washoe, as Christians and followers of Brother Salvador do not think this way. I present the story of Brother Salvador.
A long time ago, the news reported, “The Great Chief George Schrub I, of the land of Thanksgiving, Sacramento Nebraska to visit the president of the United States.” Deacon Remy Niece from the tribe of Atewaya, the tribe of our Father watched the news from his office in the Cathedral of the Blessed Sacrament and told his wife, Dee, ‘The governor is leaving town again.”
Dee read a letter from her family doctor:
Dee-Clare Selijah, you may be from the Tanka Wakan family. You must understand, both you and your spouse are older. You have both seen many moons and many winters. We can do nothing to make you fertile. We are very sorry.
Lincoln Medical Staff
Both Remy Niece and Dee had awards on the walls of Remy’s office proclaiming their charity. Letters on the wall told the story of people who take great pride in how they walked in the traditions and the charitable rules of the Mighty Savior.
The flags behind his desk and the nametag on his desk label Remy’s occupation, Senator. A picture on the wall showed Remy when he was ordained as a deacon. The Bishop chose him by lot from the other Deacons and Elders to serve with him in front of the Mighty Savior at the Cathedral for one year.
That Sunday, The church bells told the world that it was Sunday morning and time to go to Mass. Deacon Remy Niece dressed in a nice suit. Over this, he wears the robes of a deacon. He carried the sweet incense around the church pews, filled with people. On his right sat the bishop. A banner by the altar told all that it is Christ the King Sunday. He took his incense to the altar and into the Chuppah of Our Mighty Savior. This was off to one side, in the Sacristy.
A man appeared in the Sacristy, on the right hand side of the Chuppah. He was dressed in white and his clothing shined from light emanating from the altar area. Deacon Remy Niece was scared and fell to the floor.
The man told him:
Do not fear Remy Niece. The Great Father has listened to your request. Your wife, Dee-Clare Selijah, will conceive a son and you will call his name Curtis Edward. He will be for you, bliss, and much delight. Many will rejoice at his birth. It will no longer be said that the declaration of Elijah is sterile, a vain reminiscence of a bygone day. Your boy will stand tall and erect before the Personal Name of Our Mighty Savior. He will drink neither wine nor hard alcohol. The Whittling Breath of Dedication will fill him from the womb of his mother. Many of the sons of the Upright of Our Mighty Savior will turn back to the Personal Name, their Almighty.
He will walk in front of them, in the divine wind and the power of the great proclaimer, like Harry Chapin with his cat in a cradle, turning the hearts of the fathers to their sons, and the followers of pure logic back to the thoughts of charitableness. He will prepare for the Personal Name an inhabitable people.
Remy Niece asked the messenger his famous question, “According to what shall I know this? I am a man who is very old and my wife has seen many moons and winters.”
The messenger angrily chided him, “I Am. I am, Dominic, the strength of the Almighty One, I stand in front of the Almighty One. He sent me to speak and relate this to you. I am upset now, because you chose not to believe me. An elder and a deacon of the people must believe the words he relates to the people. These words cannot be a reminiscence of past events, but must be a hope in the present about the future.
The messenger scolded Remy Niece, “Your words have not been words of hope, even for yourself. The word of a leader who does not believe comes out as babble to the masses. Your words will come out as babble when you speak. This will be the case until you see these events unfold before you. You will then believe and you will be able to speak again.”
The people patiently wait for Remy Niece, shuffling in their seats from the time he spends in the sacristy. Remy Niece came out, unable to speak.
The bishop told the congregation, “It must be that he saw a presence in the sacristy.”
Deacon Remy Niece spoke to them with sign language, but his words remained unintelligible.
The Bishop finished the Mass with his hands raised with the Vulcan salute from Mr. Spock of Star Trek, “May the Personal Name bless you and keep you and may his face shine upon you and give you peace.”
After Mass ended, the last of the cars left the parking lot. Inside were Deacon Remy Niece and his wife, Dee-Clare Selijah. The two were silent as Dee-Clare Selijah drove the couple home.
Several full moons came and went. It was Christmas season as Dee-Clare Selijah, sauntered through a shopping center decked out in its Christmas finery.
She showed being three months along, and told a friend, “Yes, I am pregnant. It is three months now. The Personal Name has done this for me, taking my annoyance from among men.”
 Malachi 3:23-24
 This is an allusion to the Docetic movement of two millennium ago.
 The planetary conjunction theory, that the Bethlehem star is the conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn in 7 BC dates back to the 8th century astronomer/astrologer Masha’allah.
 Kennedy, E. S. and Pingree, D., 1971, The Astrological History of Musha’allah, Harvard University Press, Cambridge, Mass.