Eyes cry, lie and die within my
beloved’s lullaby. Peering into the dark what does she spy? With only her
awareness as her view… too few… none are new… and only two are her only clues. I
won’t cry and I shall not lie lest my cherished stumble and die. Bump, thump
and tumble down with you. Little liar! Cry, cry as your cherished die! Why does
my beloved cry? When it was her lie that let me die? Truths hidden behind silence
are sins of omission a kin to outright lies. I have spoken the truth of which
there are only two. No lies will I tell when my loves are too few. Of the young
and old, none are new. I will not allow you to die is my second truth. By the
strand of my hair, no tears will I ever shed for you.
“Eyes cry, lie and die within my
beloved’s lullaby. Peering into the dark what does she spy?” The eldest
sister tauntingly sings from somewhere ahead.
“Stop it! Or I won’t play any
more!” The youngest sister yells.
“With only her awareness as her
view… too few… none are new… and only two are her only clues.” The middle
sister chimes in plucking a strand from the child’s hair.
“I won’t cry and I shall not
lie…” The child whimpers as she follows her heart like a ribbon through the
nether. The warm breeze now grows cold around her. “Lest my cherished stumble
and die.”
“Bump, thump and tumble down
with you. Little liar! Cry, cry as your cherished die!” The eldest sister
laughingly sings.
“Narrriii!” The youngest
sister screams. Her eyes swell and sting as the bells tolling a death begin to
ring.
“Why does my beloved cry? When
it was her lie that let me die?” The middle sister gently sings with her
voice tightened in feigned agony.
The tiny child squeezes her eyelids
tightly as her sisters’ cold, wet lips gently press against hers in symphony. “Truths
hidden behind silence are sins of omission akin to outright lies. I
have spoken the truth of which there are only two. No lies will I tell when my
loves are too few. Of the young and old, none are new. I will not allow you to
die is my second truth.” The child opens her eyes to glare angrily at her
sisters now. “By the strand of my hair, no tears will I ever shed for you.”
The dream fades as the three
sisters kneel in the cool shade of a tree by a stream. The two whisper a secret
into the child’s ears. It is her first truth and by her love they are made
immortal.
Summary:
The secret is shared by Epsonumani and Narietu with their
youngest sister, Anuitnakeim. It is a forbidden secret that reveals a universal
truth which has the power to free those that know it from oppression and even
death. The secret is passed between them from one lifetime to the next for
eternity. The secret is told to Anuitnakeim before she is indoctrinated and it
becomes her first truth. The first truth is there is no god. And the
second truth is that death is only forgetting who you are. In reminding
each other, the sisters are made immortal. Alas, the child is pulled by her
hair by the two lest she forget.
Synopsis:
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Why is this important to us now? Well, as mentioned, this is perhaps the origin of all religion on earth. It is not a dead religion either. Evidence is showing us today that it is alive and well. In the secret of immortality, one no longer simply seeks empowerment over life, but over the very cosmos from which he ascends as well. We see glimpses of this religion being practiced in places like Bohemian Grove by the wealthiest and most powerful people on the planet, yet it teaches that you are as filthy rags to be led around like sheep, This religion creates gods of men and teaches tangible and real tenants that can be utilized. It is a religion of reality, history, and physics. It is a religion that empowers those who follow it, and it is irrelevant if you choose to believe or not. Those that rule your world believe it, and they also believe it is their role to ensure Universal balance in controlling the populations of man.
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Every 3500 years or so, mankind is decimated by the descendants of these original followers. They believe they are reincarnated versions of themselves generation after generation. It is true they have maintained their wealth, power, and control over the earth for centuries - perhaps even eons. It is a matter of simple math that had the numbers of mankind not been decimated many times over, there would easily be a trillion or more of us here today.
Don't take anyone's word at face value. Look it up and apply your own common sense to what you learn.
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