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Were we the first?

Nobody will ever know.  Were we seeds? Starseeds even? If we were placed on this planet by other beings from other worlds, what was the purpose? Have we all forgotten?

I'm not so sure.  There are subtle clues that the ancient religions retain the memories of old, passed down through the only mediums of the time: words and pictures.  

We humans of the modern world have struggled to decode the teachings of old, have dismissed them as simple stories from the imaginations of the past.  But if you listen carefully and pay attention to the details, you'll discover them.  Singe threads, woven through millennia and over vast continents.

Before the days of the telephone, how were these commonalities transferred through time and space?  Perhaps there is but one answer: the stories are true.  Indelecately pressed into the words that were available at the time, through primitive conversation, carved into whatever medium, adjusted for cultural differences and morphed for religious and political agenda.

We are not alone.

At least, we weren't.

They weren't. ---

These stories are direct from my ‘Morning Pages’ journal. Some may be fiction, some truth. All will be food for thought.

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~ Victoria (Neuro diverse, passionate about personal development and productivity. Lifelong gamer.)