In early days of humankind, in a great village of the middle lands, it was custom that after the work of day was done, and the evening meal was taken, as the expanses of the night began to unfold themselves above the earth, the men and women and children of the village would gather to talk in the gathering space in the center of the town by the steps of the temple.  And the wisest of the men and women of the village would sit closest to the center of the gathering space where a fire burned throughout the night.

They would talk of their days, of their worlds and their lives, of the seasons and of all they found around them. And throughout the night, men and women and children would rise to speak with the elders in the center of the village and ask of them what questions lay on their minds. And the elders knew answers to all the questions which were asked of them and so they were called the illuminati or the illuminated ones.

The illuminati told stories of the first days of men and women, of their lives and generations, and they gave teaching and laws for the people of the village, and they told them of God, who had created them and who watched over them from heaven on high. And their stories came to be known throughout the earth.

The rain falls from the sky and the earth opens outward to receive it and the plants are nourished by the soil. It is not ours it is not owned it is not
anyone’s. The dirt, which holds the water, is rich with salts and minerals
and the sky which gives us rain is not owned, is not anyone’s. The air which we breathe was here before our kind knew life, yes the air which we breathe which gives us life. And the earth is ours, forever ours, we own it.

You are forever mine, because you gave me your life. I did not ask for it, but you gave it, freely, because of the earth. But I will not give you my life because you do not deserve to own it. For the love which binds us, which will bind us, is not known or understood except by the rain which falls from the sky. And the earth, which will not know us, which is not ours, will not receive it.

In the final judgement of the people of the earth, when the earth casts off its burdens, when the sky is rent asunder, where the rain is forever rain, we will know how you betrayed us. And the wound cast into your own cold heart will lie open for a year. And games you played against us and the war you waged against us will be brought out from the shadows for all to see. Will the darkness of their hearts will be pierced by a ray of golden light? Or will the animosity of our spirits overwhelm what hope of redemption still lies beneath the earth?

Out of darkness and among

the fading stars, see the sky become

an iridescent sea

see the dawning bring about the blues

and paint the sky with colored clues

and glory breaking free…

As the birds begin to sing

watch our tilting planet bring

the upward orb into the eye

oh see the colors of the sun

and the work the sun has done

and hear the clarion cry