A global beginning is challenging--delicate and fragile--and at times, susceptible to great peril. It is ruled by chance--forged within the fabric of time and shaped by the quintessential elements of an ending. If war, albeit a world war, is the catalyst for such change, the aftermath could be catastrophic--a toxic evolution that merges the old to the new. The initial beginning of this tale was plagued by such an event--the worst of wars that left the planet uninhabitable. From finale to debut, an almost lifeless Earth was born. Then something wonderful happened. A thing beyond imaginable... something that gave the world… the Mystical Age of Enlightenment.
The Great Relumination
A thousand years ago, Man ruled the world. His self-imposed reign was a product of his Will--a Will that had negated the truth of the living Spirit. For man had “evolved” into believing he was the superior albeit dominant species on the planet. Greed, hate, fear… these were the tools that had chagrined his cause--the modalities of a Will that had championed his rule. But his drive to dominate had fathered his demise. Through the creation of many so-called “truths,” the societies of humanity were fractured. With continued lies and manipulation, these divisions were kept from the truth--man’s spirit had abandoned the true source of life--forsaken the living God. A divided society grew fearful--skewered by a barrage of propaganda which multiplied their differences. The fringes became violent--violence begat terrorism--terrorism grew to war--and war consumed the planet. For six days, bomb after bomb fell upon the lands. And the third World War had obliterated the planet. Not much survived. On the morning of the seventh day, the horrors of a complete desolation were all that remained atop the ashes of the last Age of Man.
The Great Relumination
A thousand years ago, Man ruled the world. His self-imposed reign was a product of his Will--a Will that had negated the truth of the living Spirit. For man had “evolved” into believing he was the superior albeit dominant species on the planet. Greed, hate, fear… these were the tools that had chagrined his cause--the modalities of a Will that had championed his rule. But his drive to dominate had fathered his demise. Through the creation of many so-called “truths,” the societies of humanity were fractured. With continued lies and manipulation, these divisions were kept from the truth--man’s spirit had abandoned the true source of life--forsaken the living God. A divided society grew fearful--skewered by a barrage of propaganda which multiplied their differences. The fringes became violent--violence begat terrorism--terrorism grew to war--and war consumed the planet. For six days, bomb after bomb fell upon the lands. And the third World War had obliterated the planet. Not much survived. On the morning of the seventh day, the horrors of a complete desolation were all that remained atop the ashes of the last Age of Man.
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| The Great Relumination |
At 7:10 a.m., an omnipotent thunderhead formed above the southern tip of the great lake. It intensified as it swirled and churned upon itself. Lightning bolts flashed incessantly yet no thunder was heard. The sound had been muted by the roar of the wind--silenced by an event--cyclonic--that circled and rolled and tumbled. The faster it spun, the more daunting it became. At its pinnacle, a vortex formed within the center which further darkened the sun’s morning light. It continued to grow more foreboding. Violent bolts flashed to and fro in every direction. As though driven by some divine presence, it continued to expand then turned into a void. The void ruminated its power as it gobbled up the war-torn putridity that poisoned the air. The more it consumed, the larger it became.
As the air cleared, an unsettling darkness crept across the sky. It swallowed both wind and lightning and further dimmed the morning’s light. Within mere minutes, tiny lights appeared inside the newly formed black abyss. They began to flicker then pop--one became two--two became four, and on and on it went. Stars… they looked like stars--many, many stars. As they multiplied, the light intensified and illuminated the land below. Everything touched by the glow was cleansed--reborn--made anew. The water, the soil, the plants--all life was reluminated to its original glory.
Then something more wondrous occurred. The stars within the void formed into one giant star and brightened more than any eye could behold. It vibrated and shed many pieces. Then it “boomed” and flashed to the heavens. The freed pieces of the once brilliant star turned to Stones and scattered as if seeking out where they belonged. By 8:10 a.m., the world had been saved--the old with the new. But mankind’s reign was no longer in play.
Such was the dawn of the Mystical Age of Enlightenment. A thousand years ago, a new beginning had been forged in the grandest of ways--an omnipotent miracle. The Great Relumination had not only saved the world but had saved mankind. For man had been absolved of his crimes and returned to his rightful place--that as a shared steward of the planet called Earth.
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