Before The Precipice of Time
the prologue for a story I'm working on (The Dark Blossoms of Hope)
Alone, before the precipice of time itself. There was a garden.
A home to the chosen few who were to manifest their will upon the earth.
'Twas not a place in time such as this.
This heaven sheltered divine beings of creation empowered to control the elements of nature.
Tides of the sea, formations of the earth, life grown within and upon, power of the sun and seeds, flow of the winds and change—all bent to the will of this divine collective.
Influencing the will of man and answering calls to aid, these goddesses and gods had the power to execute contracts agreed to by the souls entrapped within this great experience they created.
Their power absolute. It’s only limits were their contracts with the other elevated beings; how they agreed to operate their shared creative space.
The young souls burgeoning into maturity, fearlessly within a world upheld and actively transformed by this league of goddesses, had many interpretations and intuitions—transcendent experiences—connecting them to truths of this co-created experience.
Yet, due to their isolation from direct connection with the reality of their immortal and ever-evolving nature. Trapped within limited and physical forms. These humans were unable to escape the collective prison of their mass blindness, which infested all of their creations with projections of self-harm, based on their core ignorance; believing they were separate and alone.
Despite and because of the extreme duality of this world. Its civilizations manufactured ascended souls of the highest caliber. Carrying wisdom that shined golden and was an unknowably precious commodity to the universe.
This pain and suffering. This brutal, perpetual state of chaotic cruelty was a part of the contract these courageous young souls signed up for in choosing to grow within this place of time. Fire to the furnace which forged the universe’s single most precious commodity; love.
The importance of this world attracted many beings to the planet.
Some of which were looking to bring balance and harmony to the earth itself. Others to shine brightly into the darkest of places. And some who came to exploit the pain.
All emotion, painful to elated, is energy.
These beings exploiting pain were not here manipulating the unwilling. They came to work at the level souls were at.
If human beings were wielding dark forces of destructive creation, pointed at self or otherwise, these elevated souls worked to ensure it did not go to waste. Allowing this darkness bred of human chaos to feed back into the collective energy of the entire living cosmic structure.
These dark helpers were heroes.
In lowering themselves to be able to receive the energy produced by this negativity—to alchemize that energy into something useable by the forces of the greater universe—they undertook a great sacrifice.
Humanity, the young souls taking physical form, long projected their fears and demons onto the neutral universe and compassionate beings around them. These projections led to many distorted visions of good and evil which were emanations of the darkness born within and carried amongst the collective human psyche. Result of consecutive lifetimes struggling through this trying route towards elevation.
Little did these young souls know they were lauded; celebrated. Their energetic offering to the universe one of untold proportion. This league of gods had created a force of energetic creation like none ever known.
Many of the elevated beings from around the universe which came to surround their planet, along with humans who had awakened in past lifetimes and stuck around, in contract with the gods—would take the plunge.
A small part of these elevated beings would bravely separate itself and embody upon the planet amongst this rising populous. Shining their light, their dark, all their in-between. Creating change. Sometimes finding each other there and creating far greater change. Tearing structures down and shattering false paradigms. All while taking on the burden of walking through these lives unaware of who they really were. Not knowing that every single one of their actions was a divine force steering the planet with its influence.
The time had finally come to end this wild experiment of creation.
The souls who had not escaped and been stuck in this cycle of rising and falling civilizations from the beginning—taking on the pain and suffering as means for soulful growth for generations upon generations—would never actualize the benefits of the growth they had wrought unless all the suffering came to healing absolution; reconciliation of spirit.
So began an era which presented humanity with the most incredibly powerful reflections of truth. Existing right alongside, in equal measure, the most epic energies of fear and suppression.
All in line with this entire sick and twisted game.
As per contracts signed by all souls involved. Awakening would never come easy from within this maze. Even for those who had escaped it before and dove back in to help others along. There would be a trickster at every corner. A new mystery begot by every false notion they had begun to understand.
Along with any rise in the awakening energies of truth—an equal measure of increase to the blinding energies of fear.
Ascending from within this experiment was a prize to be won. No guarantees.
There would be repercussions at the end for those who didn’t complete this challenge of awakening to self. Not punishment. Simply the consequences of so much time, so many lifetimes spent in agony without healing absolution. The need for a soul to rest and reflect. To find a gentler path towards elevation.
Every soul would be cared for. Every soul eternal. Many would be there to receive these souls at the end of their journeys, regardless of how they came to the end.
Here, at the end times of the earth. One last civilization had risen. Distorted as all the rest. But a final chance to elevate as one. To earn collective healing through surrender to the guidance of this mysterious force beyond.
Beyond not only the creators of this game they all played. But to the cosmic mother at the source of all. The light in which we are born from. Where we go when we end. Who we are.
This is the backbone for a mythology I’m developing for a gothic Sci-Fi/Fantasy Adventure novel series I’ve started.
This will be the prologue for book one: The Dark Blossoms of Hope.
I thought it was kind of cool on its own. 😊