Man and Woman
Man and woman…
characteristic of two complementing segments of the spectrum, the commencement
and the conclusion of a day portrayed by the cosmic cerulean blue and the
pulsating orange hues of the sky, balancing off a clash between two contrasting
energies, vibrating when placed side by side, stimulating one with the other.
A journey of rediscovery will take them towards
the very center of their being in an attempt to unravel the fabric of time
itself to probe and pull from the depths the ancestral messages that may
remain. Seeking like a silver eye in space scanning the broad reachings of their
souls.
From the plethora of hearsays and myths, legends
has it that men and women descended from an ancestry of beings much superior
and advanced than the Atlanteans of the western shores of the primordial Earth.
Faint fragments of this mystery are the workings of some forgotten race with
the reputations of gods and the limitations of men embedded within their very
being. The challenge is the decoding of the message transmitted through legends
and myths down through the ages and so often obscured by the retelling of the
tale by the passage of time or the fore of the elements themselves.
It is also said that man is the product of the
spiritual degradation of some of these beings brought about by greed and distrust,
where the vicissitudes of their dubious affairs corrupted little by little
their divine institutions. They hearkened to the prompting of rude ambition and
sought to rule by violence. They commenced to study the arts of war, the ways
of conquest and slavery and nothing else. They began to comport themselves and grew
depraved. And it is believe that death interfered with its conclusion just as
death would now come to their land.
Moreover, it is mentioned that those who remained
uncorrupted were able to shed their physical vessels as they traversed to a
celestial realm, leaving behind them the first of the ancestors of man who fell
victims to the cataclysmic events that followed soon after, the demise of the
land which they lived, a tropical paradise from where the Garden of Eden once stood,
the lost continent of Lemuria, the fabled mother of empires and cradle of
cultures which spawned the ancient cultures of the world.
The thin veil of
a blurred history obscures so many mysteries, clues to our own past half
remembered almost amidst the web of time, silent as the cold dark walls of the
parapets of lore, which are the only ones who may speak of secrets of another
age of fallen temples and forgotten lives.
Since man first
learned how to unravel the mysteries of his being, one secret remains for the
most part elusive. Scant clues as to the origin of his existence remain hidden
within the depths of consciousness as if held within a timeless trust by the
myriad creatures of the sea. From time to time what we may consider as guardians
of the ages allow our thoughts to glimpse a tantalizing piece of the puzzle.
But as sentinels of a mystery as old as man himself, they grant us merely a dim
and shadowed view through the narrow portal of history. These faint and cryptic
messages from our ancient past remain locked in the very vestals of our
understanding. They may lead us along a barely discernable path laid out long
ago beneath the silent sea or some undiscovered patch of land.
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