2013

In a former cycle I lived in Mesoameria. It was a time when vines did not grow wildly over the pyramids– the place where they buried the gods of our days. We bowed down to our gods and did all that we could to please them. Our gods were the men who knew God-- those born from the belly of the great bird in the sky.

The gods were intelligent beings. They gave many gifts to those of us who served them. My god gave me a gift from his god-- a timetable that showed me everything that would happen before the return of the worm in the woods.

The end was so far away. I was told that I would live to see the worm. I knew that the times of sorrows was at least 2011 years away.

They lived lavish lives-- those from God. We buried them in the temples at the top of the man made mountains– wonders of the ancient world.

My father worked an important job below the plaza. He kept water running through the homes of the kings and queens of civilization. Kings and queens never had to leave their homes. My father made it so they could dump in their homes without attracting flies and worms.
I was light a light bearer-- the one who kept things alive inside those dark rooms of the dead.

I performed my job well and the flame never went out when it was my job to carry a burning stick up the mountain with steps and light the oil inside the temples of our gods.

When the fall storms came from the great ocean, the winds howled greatly and the beasts of the wind would try to devour the flames.

I stayed in the temple when the storm came while everyone else, even the kings and queens ran to the caves in the mountain.

The real temples of God were in a land in which even my gods could not go. They were caves in the mountainside, filled with stalagmites. As a child the lands still belonged to my people.

I knew of many secret passages in the caves. The deep dark corridors that seemed to go on endlessly with thousands of entrances that branched off into nothingness.

I counted the passageways in the dark caverns as a child and memorized the place like a map in my head.

One day I stumbled upon the place where they buried God with all the treasures of the ancient people. The gold from my fire wand seemed dim in that room.

I told God to get over it, I was taking some of his treasure and buying a pretty dress like those bitches who lived in the plaza got to wear during their lives.

The golden lid from the royal tomb lifted and God started to rise from his sleep.

“Come here my child! I have been waiting a long time for you to come back to me,” he said while burning like a bush.