THE BEGINNING
           Even  the youngest of our young still come to those of us who were there, who still remember, to hear the story. To them, it just seems so far from what we are, where we are now. Nevertheless, it is all true. Every single word.
The Children of our children's children still return from every corner of life's great offering, from every reality imaginable to hear the stories of their beginnings. And, of course, what we were before we became what we are today.

Most of them have become angelic in nature, using their light to move throughout the whole of life, protecting, guiding, teaching all encountered the one great, elusive truth. We have incredibly become those mysterious beings from out of our most sacred writings, godly in both thought and deed. Some actually able to move about on golden wing, filling the summer breeze with gentle whispers of sandalwood and lilac. While others can be found in the smallest of gatherings, sharing the wisdom of the ages with all who will listen.

Then there are the warriors, arch masters of the dream, capable of living entire realities into being, altering the fates of countless worlds with ever greater truths, ever greater destinies, shattering the darkness with their radiance, their sword and light sabre.

      
 
And yet, they will each in turn choose to return, to hear the stories of the colossal cities filled to bursting with a teeming multitude, cesspools of injustice and corruption, homelessness and hunger. Then their eyes will mist, their eager questions falling quiet. Voices, so melodious, now stilled in disbelief of what we once were.

By the time the Golden Age emerged, such cities were only a memory, sliding into disrepair, abandoned by those whose more sublime natures drew them to wider, more open spaces. Where, as soon as they were ready, many would move beyond this reality into the vastness of those heavenly conditions they called The New Frontier. Many haunted by the need to rediscover their origins--before earth, before time.

I guess the storytellers will always be here for them. Many having journeyed thru the eternal veil and back, sages of such wisdom beyond comprehension, now contemplating rebirth and new light. Pillars of fire, ever ready to recount the past for those from the future. How it all began. How we came to be....
 

 Home Page