Time was, in that timeless time before the dawn of time, when all things displayed their power openly. Everything was known innately, and nothing was known empirically. Awareness flowed through everything, yet nothing was conscious of this awareness. Everything was felt most intimately, and through the interconnectedness of All That Is everything happened synchronistically, in that one continuous, eternal moment.
Everything is still like that, everything but us. We are the ones who stopped wearing our power openly. We are the ones who shut our hearts by opening our eyes. And this is the story of how that happened.
In those days before time, there was no language. We communicated with everything directly. In that direct communication, everything happened in communion. Hunter and hunted agreed to the hunt, eater and eaten agreed to the meal. We were aware of everything, we were intimately connected to everything. Yet in our awareness, we were not awake as we are now. We had not awakened into this dream. We were entranced, focused yet diffused, living by instinct and intuition. We were more complete, more wholly ourselves than ever we have been since. Yet our potential was unfulfilled.
Into this dream came Chochopalli, the hunchbacked flute player. He skipped and pranced into our midst like something alien, but something brilliant beyond all knowing. He danced among us distinct, playing the Song of Existence upon his flute. Everyone was frightened of his music, and yet enamored at the same time. He did not wear his power openly; he sang it loud for all to hear.
This music was unlike anything the people had ever experienced before. He took wood and shaped it to his own purpose, and then he played upon it a song of his own design. In the beats of this song time was born, and in the notes of this song existence was defined.
This song hurt the peoples’ ears and brought tears to their eyes. It made their hearts ache. They tried to cover their ears to keep out the sound. Yet at the same time, they found the song a wondrous and beautiful thing. Through some magik unknown to them, it enhanced the world around them, adding to the beauty of All That Is. It made them appreciate their lives and the world in which they lived. It made them wake up.