The following is an excerpt from The Gods Among Us,
which is part of a work in progress,
When we were young, the Gods walked among us, only they were not Gods. They were our comrades, our mentors, our parents. They were our progenitors, visitors from distant stars.
When we were young, we were Gods. Our eyes were open and we lived freely in a garden of our own design. When we were young, we knew our place, tied into all things. When we were young, we were masters of the technology of song and light. Everything spoke to us, every animal, every tree, every stone, every element, and when we sand their song, everything danced with us.
When we were young, we were intimately connected with our mother, this Earth. When we were young, we flew on wings of light and love, and we traveled to the stars on rainbows of thought. When we were young, we built a civilization of light and love, and lived in harmony with All That Is.
But then our eyes closed.
There was a war among the Gods. We were taught how to fear and we forgot how to sing. Our civilization was eclipsed, and all of our knowledge and capabilities slipped through our fingers, to be replaced by doubt, ignorance and greed.
Now the Gods lord it over us. We can do nothing but in obeisance to them. And in imitation of them, we lord it over each other, ever vying for domination and power.
Generations have passed and now our abilities and knowledge are held as secrets, guarded by the priesthood, exercised only by the Gods or as directed by the Gods. And everything we do is geared towards promoting and enshrining the culture of fear, division and disempowerment. The days of our full glory are only a dim memory.
Yet there are some among our elders who recall their early childhood in the civilization of light, before our eyes were closed. And a few recall the song we sang there.
A longer excerpt from this work in progress is available for free in a number of ebook formats.
Laughing, They Ran