The Civilization Pioneers
It takes a civilization to raise a pyramid (Part 1)
Call forth the music and the wind it travels on. Step aside from your body and follow the music where ever it takes you. Offer no resistance as you are swept away. Follow the melody to a far off land, a land not found on contemporary globes. Find yourself in a misty land where there is no winter. Joy and vitality emanate from this land, even though there is an undercurrent of doom. There are magnificent forests in this land, with trees several hundred feet in height. There is also much farmland with excellent soil that produces very vibrant crops. And there is water everywhere; lakes, streams, rivers, and an atmosphere heavily laden with clouds.
The people of this land are new to the planet. They are still coming to grips with the vehicles they have chosen to use while in this land. They are still finding their way in physicality. Although they have amassed a great bank of knowledge — both spiritual and intellectual, they have failed to grasp full understanding. In a reaction to the dualistic nature of their new environment, the people polarized into two camps. For many years this was a healthy energy dynamic, allowing the people to live in freedom and build an advanced civilization. The energy shifted, though, as energy is wont to do.
That energy shift took a long time, though; many thousands of years. During that time this was a great land to live in. It was a veritable Garden of Eden. People’s minds were open and they were not veiled from other realities. Culture flourished as only culture can. The arts and sciences were cornerstones of society, and a relationship with nature was maintained that allowed the people to communicate with the dolphins. The human life-span was many hundreds, and even thousands, of years long. It was a proud and noble land.
But that was all coming to an end. As the energy shifted, the very land these people lived on went crumbling into the sea. The prophets had spoken of it for many years. It was inevitable, yet the magnitude of it was determined by the overall energy dynamic of the people. These people had a choice as to the severity of their demise. A few brave and smart souls had chosen not to wait for the end, and instead had begun to create a new beginning.
These brave and smart souls did not stick around for the curtain call. Instead, they ventured off to new lands. They understood the energy dynamic that says if one civilization crumbles, another one will pop up. They wanted to be the ones to lay the foundation for those new civilizations. They wanted to be there to catch the full force of the energetic blast that would propel forward their new civilizations.
They set sail for the new land in an armada of boats. This was before Noah, but Noah’s ideas were in force here, except in pertaining to culture rather than animals. The boats were loaded with something from every realm of life in the old Motherland. Art was brought as was technology, and so were spiritual texts and written histories. An expert or two in every field filled out the passenger list. Everything you would need to start a new civilization. And of course, like Noah, the passenger list was balanced between male and female. Procreation was a cultural imperative and not just the scratching of a bunny itch.
The climate was the first thing these civilization pioneers had to deal with upon arriving in their “promised land”. Their homeland had been a very wet place, and their new home was a desert comparatively. The pioneers were not used to the sun coming out so frequently, although it had started happening even back in the Motherland. Here, in the new land, the sun was out more than it was hidden behind cloud cover. The land was dry and covered with a totally alien flora. Although this land would change to a tropical climate in the future, it was mostly considered bad desert real estate by the pioneers. But hey, the prices were great, and they knew that the energy dynamics of the region would be changing very soon.
And then there were all those people living there….
This new land wasn’t really very new. It had been around for a long time. But given its low standing on the Prime Real Estate list, no great civilization had yet formed there. That doesn’t mean that it wasn’t inhabited. After all, this land was located between the Motherland and the great civilization of Lemuria to the west. Over the years it became a sort of way station between the two great civilizations, and as is the tendency for way-stations, a motley crew of roustabouts began hanging around in this land. A population slowly grew, made up of the social castaways of the two great civilizations. And then there were all the natives living there, themselves castaways or migrants from other civilizations.
The chances for creating a new brilliant civilization were marginal in this new land, but the pioneers knew enough about the energetics of the land to realize that the potential, anyway, was there. And they knew that this land would survive the cataclysm, and not only survive it, but prosper because of it. This knowledge drove them onward in their endeavors, and, although they bitched a lot about the climate, they proceeded with their many civilization-building plans — not the least of which was building pyramids.
Pyramids are generally built out of stones, but it is sound harmonics that is used in putting it all together. Pyramids are built with music!
Before a pyramid is ever built in physicality, it must first be built in spirit. Pyramids come from other points in the universe. They come as waves of universal music. As these waves hit our atmosphere they enter our consciousness, where they are translated into something we can comprehend and relate to. We then set to translate this music further into physicality. We build pyramids because of that crazy music in our heads.
It is that very faint music in the back of our consciousnesses that remind us of our origins and produce a longing to return home. Since pyramids come from the heavens, it is through the pyramids that we can reconnect with the heavens. They are doorways to the universe.
While the civilization pioneers complained about the dry heat, they dutifully continued with their work of building a civilization. It takes a civilization to build a pyramid (someone probably wrote a book with that as a title), and it takes a pyramid to focus a civilization on the music of home. It is with the aid of pyramids that the better part of entire civilizations can ascend together, following the music into other realities.
And that is what every great civilization wants to do, right? Ascend? The evolutionary imperative to master the physical dimension is what drives civilizations, no? To not only understand, but to utterly excel in the expression of our divinity — is this not what we’re here for; to build something only a god could build and to leave an imprint of it upon the universe?
The civilization pioneers had hopes of creating the ultimate civilization, but they had no idea how many civilizations would eventually exist in this new land. One of them did in fact manage to ascend — but that was not until many millennia later.
The civilization pioneers themselves did not expect a civilization to flower during their own lifetimes, but they certainly hoped to live long enough to see the beginnings. They knew they would see the later stages in later lives. These pioneers actually liked those early stages of civilization building. Like any pioneer in a virgin wilderness, they luxuriated in the open expanses, the abundant wildlife, the unmarred vistas, the lack of crowds and traffic, and the lack of inhibiting entrainments of mass gestalts. They liked the freedom. They were artists blessed with a blank canvas, a huge surge of inspiration, and an intimate relationship with their muse.
And their muse, of course, was Planet Earth. These pioneers knew that to build a civilization on this planet, it was very wise to have the full cooperation of the planet. Just look at what eventually happened to the great Motherland. There would be other civilizations in the “future”, too, that would turn their backs on their muses. Whenever that happens, the art suffers.
The pioneers brought special birds in cages with them to the new land. These birds were used to help the pioneers find magnetic grid lines. The birds had been working with humans for many centuries and were very good at their jobs. The white feathers of these birds were considered extremely holy. A small crystal was attached to each bird as it flew through these lines, and the crystal was later read for important information concerning the placement of their sites. Of course, many other tools were used.
The important thing is that the pioneers found all the power spots and mapped them out. Meanwhile, other groups of pioneers were working with locals on establishing commerce, establishing a labor force, and building cities and a societal infrastructure. Information was also gathered concerning the local vegetation, water supplies, gem and mineral supplies, and building stone supplies. A communication system was set up that allowed the pioneers to stay in touch with each other and with other civilizations.
It was not long, though, before the Great Cataclysm.
Keep reading here: Part Two This piece is excerpted from the beginning of my 2003 novel, Rejuvenation.
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