The City Of Pillars (original) (raw)

I've had memories of who I've been since as long as I can remember in this life. My Mom says she remembers me talking about my past lives as early as two. Many of the more recent memories had details that were verifiable, and so I never really doubted the reality of past lives.

But there were those older memories that flew in the face of the accepted timeline of history. Memories that seem to suggest that humanity -- or at least civilization -- is far older than our modern culture acknowledges, and that the world has gone through at least a couple of different ages, times where its very face has changed.

Given the accuracy of the more recent memories, I found it hard to doubt the older ones, but at the same time, because what they contained was extraordinary, I found it hard to accept them as well. So, being the egg-headed bookworm that I am, I started doing research, very hardcore research into humanity and earth's past. And I've turned up some interesting things, quite a bit of material that modern historians and archaeologists have quietly swept under the rug, things that suggest my memories are accurate and the modern view of history is about as dogmatic and short-sighted as the Middle Ages belief that the Sun rotated around the Earth.

I remember a temple culture. It's set up much like city-states, only they're better described as temple-states, because the temple is the center of the settlement. The temple is where the laws come from, the organization, the leadership, the guidance, the healing, all of that. And the high priest is at once a representative of the god and the god him/herself. Everything is ritualized. Every daily activity, at least within the bounds of the temple, has its spiritual side, its deeper meaning. There are priests and temple dancers, scribes, various specialists and artisans, temple guardians who keep everyone safe from within and powerful warriors who go forth to enemy lands, keeping everyone safe from without.

When I read the ancient Egyptian material that speaks of the First Time, I recognized what I was remembering. It was there, like an image projected down a long and misty hall, some of it obscured by the veil of time and probably too many retellings, but the essence more than familiar.

It was a time long enough ago that what we call the Mediterranean was not one but two seas, the Twin Seas, and what is now desert was lush meadows, almost tropical, marshes and swamps to the east, near-jungle to the south.

And to the west, some distance from Ro-setaw where my first temple lay, eventually there was a rolling plain reduced to a muddy battlefield and finally, in a flash of fire from the skies, turned to a desert with all life burned away, and the sand littered with glass from the heat of whatever had blasted it.

--Setem-Ansi

There are definite emotions that arise from me trying to un-cover my past...

1. Masculine Energy
2. Mental Strenth w/ Physical Strength
3. Spirituality Beyond Words
4. Fighting for Freedom

I have intense visions of being a man in most of them, except for the oldest of my memories which is of a time that cannot be dated. I am what I am and I can feel warmth all around me, all that I see before me is the vast empty space & a bright light (perhaps the sun???). The most important part of this whole time was the warmth that I felt, as though all I was, was a magnificent ball of energy flowing unto other balls of energy.

I figured I would share a tid-bit of this before I headed off to bed tonight & also so I could start to figure more things out.

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