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It began this way. One day, while Akna was still pregnant with the previous child that had later died, she confided in her husband regarding an upsetting incident that had occurred earlier in the day. Coming into the hut, she had heard a voice, as if their son were speaking to someone in the sleeping area of their home. She went to investigate, and found her son lying prostrate upon the ground. Immediately she ran to his side and turned him over. She took him by the shoulders and shook him gently, calling his name, but he was unresponsive, appearing to be in some sort of a trance with his eyes rolled back in his head. Cradling his head in her lap, she wept in fear for her only son, as words of a strange prophecy spilled from his lips. He spoke of bearded men that would come from the east and introduce a new religion. It had been truly terrifying she said. Finally, it seemed he began to wake up slowly. She held him to her chest then, weeping with relief, and he told her of a spirit in the form of a dove, perched on the ridgepole of the house, which had spoken to him while he lay unconscious below. Then he had asked her, "But, Na', why are you weeping if the Holy Spirit of the Lord has spoken to me?"
Yich'ak B'alam did not know what to make of this, and during dinner confusing and frightening thoughts swirled in his mind like an obscuring fog, as he watched his son picking listlessly at his food, head rested against his hand.
"Sit up straight and eat your food, my son," he said. B'ak B'alam complied with a sigh. Could his son be sick? Yich'ak B'alam knew of a man whose son was given to fits. Had B'ak B'alam now developed the same or a similar illness? He searched for other signs of sickness in his son, but found none. Perhaps, B'ak B'alam was just pulling a prank to frighten his mother, though that did not seem like him at all. He had always been so well-behaved - obedient and respectful to both of his parents. Or it could be that he was only playing at make-believe, imitating something he had seen or heard from his friends? Akna was alarmed and convinced that a spirit had possessed their son and throw him into a trance.
"Our little B'ak B'alam, possessed by a spirit? Come now," he had said to her with a laugh. But was it possible that his son truly had received a prophecy from the gods? Yich'ak B'alam was not yet ready to accept such supernatural explanations, and what they would mean for his son and his family if they were true. After all, no halo of light emanated from his body. He was not standing on a stool rebuking his parents in righteous indignation. He seemed to be just a normal little boy not wanting to eat his dinner. Therefore, Yich'ak B'alam determined to speak to his son, in hopes of ascertaining the truth of what had really occurred.
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