A Broken Morning

The two queens disappeared into their adjacent rooms leaving an unsteady silence in the hall. Another morning had come to the Palace of the Mages. As it unfolded, a housekeeper entered the vacant hall. She stopped in front of the small table by the grandfather clock. It took only seconds for her to dust the table, exchange the wilted bouquet with fresh lilacs, and replace the vase's lace doily. As she moved to dust the oaken clock, the sun broke free of its’ earthly bonds and announced the break of day. “Beautiful,” she whispered and continued down the hall. As she rounded the corner, the tower-like clock started to chime. Morning had broken--an unwelcomed morning at that--for this one truly was broken.

... beginning the beginning

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

Logic dictates that opposites maintain balance in the universe. In order to restore the ravaged world, a miracle was needed. Such a phenomenon occurred on the seventeenth day of September, in the year of 2029. It was the day of the Great Relumination--a rara avis gifted to the world. It began as a cosmic storm over what was once called Lake Michigan.

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.

Mankind… “man” and “kind.” Funny how two words when connected can obscure the meaning of both. MAN being a sentient creature having the ability to think, reason, and act logically. And KIND being a word used to describe an action or reaction toward a situation--to act with compassion, to show consideration, to be thoughtful. More so, an overall emotional characteristic that implies the use of empathy and/or sympathy. Considering the outcome of the Age of Man, mankind had been falsely named. But he was still needed--his vital role still to come.

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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A War That Bore a Miracle

A thousand years have passed since the Great Relumination. It took one week for the war of wars to destroy the world. Yet but an hour to reset the lands of yore--lands that sprouted atop the ashes of the last Age of Man. Logic dictates that opposites maintain balance in the universe. It’s only natural that the amassed negative forces that destroyed the reign of man would be countered by an equally positive force--a power unknown to mankind. In order to restore the sanity of an unbalanced world, a miracle was required. Such a phenomenon occurred on the seventeenth day of September, in the year of 2019. It was the day of the Great Relumination--a rara avis gifted to the world which began as a cosmic storm over what was called Ohio.

Beginnings can be delicate--fragile--and at times, susceptible to great peril. But on that great day, the opposite held true--for the unimaginable manifested. A miracle so grand that it changed the world forever. At 7:10 a.m., an omnipotent thunderhead formed above the ruins of Dayton. It’s magnitude intensified as it churned within itself--lightning flashed incessantly but the thunder was muted by the roar of a cyclonic wind. A vortex formed and blackened the morning sky. As it expanded, the war-torn putridity that thickened the air was sucked into the void. As the air cleared, both wind and lightning froze--the quiet halted the return of morning’s light but lasted but a minute for within the blackness of the void, lights began to pop--they looked like stars--hundreds of them...  as they grew, their light intensified and illuminated the land below. Everything touched by the glow was cleansed--reborn anew. The water, the soil, the plants--all life was rejuvenated to its original glory. Then something more wondrous occurred. The “stars” became one and brightened more than any eye could endure--it then vibrated and shed many pieces--“boomed” and flashed to the heavens. The smaller pieces that broke away scattered... finding the bearers of whom they belonged. By 8:10 a.m., the world had been saved--the old with the new. And mankind’s reign had ended.

The Root of Evil

Words--more so… the written word. The Ages of Man had quite the heyday with the advent of the written word.  They used them everywhere and for everything. To convey the spoken language with pen and pad was a powerful tool for every race, culture, governance, and religion. It’s hard to say if they understood the deviance and deception that unfolded from their over-indulgence--their lack of restraint of what should have been a gift to their Ages. Poetry, storytelling, simple historical documentation, information exchange, and above all else... the conveyance of love should have been the “end-all” for the written word. To have beauty and detail printed upon paper for the betterment of the species was a gift. But humanity wanted more--they delved into that which had no reverence for the power of the written word--religion and law.

The downfall of the Ages of Man was championed by the written word. Their spiritless religions focused more on the “words” rather than the actual spirit. They had a religion where the word was thought to be sacred--above reproach. And their laws grew so complex and multidimensional that they had legions of interpreters to determine their meanings.  The power of the written word had led them to their own destruction. A society that allowed such nonsense to corrupt then destroy the world at large was destined to face obliteration. There were some who knew the difference. But the voices of the few who understood and believed in the Spirit of Life were silenced. The power of the many outweighed the voice of the few. And those corrupted by the many words they served led the Ages of Man down a path which had no other outcome but doom.

The Great Relumination

A thousand years have passed since the Great Relumination. It took one week for the war of wars to destroy the world. Yet but an hour to reset the lands of yore--lands that sprouted atop the ashes of the last Age of Man. Logic dictates that opposites maintain balance in the universe. It’s only natural that the amassed negative forces that destroyed the reign of man would be countered by an equally positive force. In order to restore the sanity to an unbalanced world, a miracle was required. Such a phenomenon occurred on September 17th, 2019. It was the day of the Great Relumination--a rara avis gifted to the world which started with the appearance of the Stone.

Beginnings can be delicate--fragile--and at times, susceptible to great peril. But on that great day, the opposite held true--for the unimaginable manifested. A miracle so grand that it changed the world forever. At 7:10 a.m., an omnipotently luminous Stone appeared in the sky. It’s magnificence intensified--brightened-- then expanded. As it swelled, the war-torn putridity that poisoned the air was sucked into the Stone. As the air cleared, the beams intensified and illuminated the land below. Everything touched by the glow was cleansed--reborn anew. The water, the soil, the plants--all life was rejuvenated to its' original glory. Then something more wondrous happened. The Stone grew brighter than any eye could endure--it vibrated and shed many pieces--“boomed” and flashed to the heavens. The smaller pieces scattered into the paradise left below. By 8:10 a.m., the world had been saved--the old with the new. And mankind’s reign had ended.

Mankind… “man” and “kind.” Funny how two words when connected can obscure the meaning of both. MAN being a sentient creature having the ability to think, reason, and use logic. And KIND being a word used to describe an action or reaction toward a situation--to act with compassion, to show consideration, to be thoughtful... an overall emotional characteristic that implies the use of empathy and/or sympathy. Considering the outcomes of the Ages of Man, “mankind” had not lived up to the expectations associated with either word.

Such was the dawn of the Mystical Age of Enlightenment. Mankind was no longer in charge--his dominion was over. Yet humanity had truly been blessed on that long overdue day. Since he was still needed, the Stone had also absolved him of his crimes and reallocated him to his rightful place in life--that as a shared stewart over the planet Earth.

Stones... The Mystical Age of Enlightment

A Time of Stones

A long time ago, we were given...  Stones. They had ushered in the Fifth Age of Man albeit the Mystical Age of Enlightenment.

A millennium had passed since the loss of the fourth Age of Man. Humanity had been given yet another chance at life--had been given a gift through that which is the Stones. Equality--value--unity--they were no longer meaningless words to this Fifth Age of Man. The Stones changed everything. They gave mankind the ability to cherish life and embrace the spirit of the world. Nature had truly blossomed and was strengthened by the Spirit of the Stones. Humanity was no longer alone. The many life forms that had hidden from man had emerged onto the world. And the once believed lesser in life had secured their rightful place alongside mankind.

The society of man had evolved. Its claim of dominion over all life forms had been absolved and exchanged for one of harmony and inclusion. Love had triumphed and was now the norm. The world had become but one--such was the gift given by the Stones.

The Ages of Man

Society had embraced the Spirit--life’s truest gift from the Stones. But it hadn’t been an easy road. Man had ignored the many lessons he had experienced during the four prior Ages--he had wrestled with his own humanity throughout the four Ages of Tears. Yet history has naught a sense of irony, for a circle had been formed that brought man once again to an Age of Stones.

The first Age of Man was that of the Stone Age--a time more relevant to this Age. It was a time when we were nothing more than a chess piece on the gameboard of life, a pawn of nature--one of many life forms on the planet Earth--all equally challenged in a fight for existence. Survival was the driving force. As the Metal Age unfolded, man learned to use his surroundings to not only improve his life but impose his will upon it--his need to survive had been replaced by his desire to dominate.

It was then that the Dark Age of Man had spread across the lands. Countries formed--wars thrived. Religions fractured and brought chaos to the world of man. Human will had found its home. It solidified through the claim that a deity had authorized man’s rule. But with so many Gods encased in multiple religions, unity had no place to grow. As the Fourth Age unraveled, glimpses of hope had begun. Science had exploded. Art, music, and the dance had cherry picked their professors who had in turn fed the masses the many flavors of the Spirit. Love had developed its own language and for a time, it looked as though man would break through this 4th Age of Reasoning and Information. But man was stubborn and held tight to its declaration of rule.

Looking back through these Ages, it is without a sense of bewilderment that humanity survived at all. For the first Age albeit the Stone Age, had too been given the gift of the Stones--the knowledge of the stars laid at their feet. But because of their pride, humanity had forgotten its place and threw away these Stones. Without their Spirit to guide and love, the world was left in pain.  And this is why the Earth suffered through four Ages of Tears. And then came the Fifth Age of Man--a rebirth of the Stone Age--The Mystical Age of Enlightenment--the Age of the Stones.

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To all of the wonderful people who have had an interest in Stones, the Mystical Age of Enlightenment...

...the world watched as the USA blunder through a rather "robust" election process for our number one aka the President of the United States. To be frank, it's been one helluva journey and thankfully it is finally over. America has seen a "coup"of sorts albeit the reinstatement of WE THE PEOPLE as the choosing electorate. Many "politically minded people" believed the election was between our two major parties--the Democrats and the Republicans. But that is not what was actually occurring. This election cycle was between two distinct divisions within our wonderful country--it was an election between the PEOPLE vs the POLITICIANS. The PEOPLE WON!

WE THE PEOPLE have been witness to the loss of our governing bodies to big money, corporations, and the policial elite for decades. The promises were always the same from both sides of the political aisle--the problem was NO PROMISES WERE KEPT. WE had had enough, therefore Donald Trump (a non-politician with memberships to both parties throughout his adult life) is now the President Elect of the United States of America.

It is with hope in our hearts and peace in our minds that we give the world, President Donald J. Trump.

Cartography 101

...Stonesway is a country with many kingdoms and each one bears a Stone. Although these kingdoms vary in size and shape, their quintessential differences are defined by their Stones. For each Stone fosters a unique partnership between the varied inhabitants and their lands. These communities also share two other commonalities: one being magisterial and the other being geographical. In rule, they are sovereign and ruled by Queens--who are the bearers of the Stones. And geographically, they are protected by four monumental structures. The western border is defined by the Kiemon Hills, a massive but dead mountain range. To the east lies the Lanta Ocean which breaks against the mighty Ridgeview Mountain Range. In the north, the Canam Wall, with the assistance of Lake Supigan, keeps the wilds of the Northern Tundra at bay. And the southern Turum Wall defends against the roaming sand of the Ico Desert and the destructive waves of the Gulf of Meribia.

For a thousand years, the sixteen kingdoms of Stonesway have celebrated the love of life. The Stones had not only enlightened humanity but elevated all life to be it's equal. The dominant rule of man had been eradicated. Peace and prosperity have reigned for centuries. This 5th Age--albeit the Mystical Age of Enlightenment, had become nothing more than a heaven on Earth--a time of the spirit--the age of the Stones.

The Heart Stone

...Pure love was given to Stonesway with the gift of the Heart Stone. There are those who believe its the Stone of God for at it's core lies the reason for life--to love and be loved. This is the Stone that unifies all the others for it carries an essence of God. As Stones go, it is the smallest yet also the brightest. It pulses like a living heart. And with every beat, waves of pure love blanket the land. As a reigning Queen dies, the Heart Stone casts a brilliant light, rises from its cradle and flashes out of sight. Instantly, it appears before it’s next bearer--a woman whose spirit is destined to wield the power of love. As she grasps it, a brilliant reddish orb surrounds her. It continues to brighten and within seconds, the new Queen appears upon her waiting throne. No one knows how she is chosen for those are the ways of the Stones. But there is never any doubt of the validity of the ascending Queen’s successor. She is openly welcomed as the new ruler of the Kingdom of the Heart Stone. The spirit of love always finds its keeper.

... the plum

...the plum’s location makes your five traditional senses obsolete. Even your hearing is impaired since plums don’t talk--well--not this one anyway. So your physical senses are rendered useless. However, you’re not completely “senseless” and neither is the plum. To say its the sixth sense would be wrong, for that type of logic implies the use of your brain. This is different--it is “more.”

The Stones brought us the truth--for there is a living connection between your energy and the energy in the plum.