The Darker Age
(24,000-5,000 BC)
It was called the Darker Age, not the Dark Age as we know one to be, but one we dimly knew existed, that is the one I’m talking about. One of which no man, human, can fully recall. Twilight of the creeping, a time when a peculiar primitive look to humanity took place, when bulky shadows roamed the earth, red forked tongues, flint gripped weapons ruled the earth. It was far removed from the age of reason, or faith—a time when man appeared on the narrow horizon. When the light of earth was dim; it was not a world without conflict. There is now a common belief among many, this Darker Age, never was, far removed from humanity’s mind, we have our doomsday philosophers, for tomorrow, but we lost them from this Darker Age, where growing evil was dominate on earth, yet somehow balanced, then this age shine unsteadily until it went out. Yet despite the clear message it did exist, where towering minds ruled for good or evil and at times, wickedness inhabited the lands; such beliefs are only studied by the few.
At such an hour, in such a setting on the island of Gozo, Lelah, Veval, Nalnk, stood—perhaps no names that are familiar, or as it is commonly written, which in the table of Darker Age forenames, are now lost to humanity, not a hopeless task, however, to try and find these same names in literature once held sacred at the Alexandrian Library in Alexandra, Egypt, in 391 AD.
And so they stood there, these three Darker Aged beings, is reverie—on the footpath they had taken, as other tribes of a similar kind were coming in an opposite direction, to meet at a point nearby from where they stood. These were strange beings, tall with pale skin, strongly built, of no certain age, head looking about in a preoccupied manner as if unknown eyes may be watching them, and the dusk in their hair rated with insects, and on their faces showed like a mass of creepy-crawly bugs, mosquitoes, and larvae. They swung their long forearms, swatting flies, and sweating.
They were all gathering on this trail to meet one another, as if common enough to the likes of one another, as if from another era or end of an era, and these were the ones which fitted the primeval environment.
All three, Lelah, Veval, Nalnk, were of an elderly more robust stock, a stocky bent horde. They gnarled at the group with the shambling shoulders, who bore a clumsy walk, as neared twilight, they knew them, and they were of a lighter skin, yellow-eyed race, they were from the wilds of the Magog.
The three men were very close to one another, as several of the Magog-men’s head jerked up, and appeared to be aware who the three were, stepping out of the trail with arms thrown out in an unusual motion—denoting fear, and peace at the same time, also recognition. For a long moment, the several stood dead in anticipation, no actions at all. And a female approached, she was called the Great Mother, and she moved into the psyche of each and ever one that stood—unmoved, all ten-beings, and perhaps even the horde behind them. They were all sensitive, more open to her influence than one another’s.
One of the seven said in a murmur, “She’s returning.”
It would have seemed from that remark; the pendulum was turning away from the high point of her consciousness of being who she was at one time. They were coming out of an ancient culture; everyone could sense her power: her arms moved out in two directions, telling each of those ten-minds, you live on one of two lines: the life-death line or the spiritual line, and if they would not listen to her, she’d send for the Death-Mother. They could feel she had the power of good and evil, more so than them, as of now she was near her centre. Likewise she knew if she vented her powers her radiation that would leave her, if it turned back on her, she’d turn into stone, consequently she was careful how she approached.
This was an era in that her power was diminishing thus, the Darker Age, the age where the Mothers had stretched their powers out so far, and young women acting as if they had the same powers, with the secret principles, had chief effects on the overall catharsis (or cleansing) process. The young ones trying to invariable be linked with the Great Mother—this brought a dismembering of the psyche powers. And the down fall of the mother and the diminishing of the Darker Age.
The several members of the horde from Magog, stood lurched frantically to the side of: Lelah, Veval, and Nalnk—who stood lurched frantically to the side of the Great Mother, and a female unseen serpent appeared, shrieking wildly at the seven, and the three, and the Great Mother, all but the Great Mother, stooped wild-eyed in bewilderment, then with a shrug of her shoulders, showed the Great Mother indifference, without looking back attacked the Great Mother—with her great sabre like teeth, taking a course which would pass onto the new age, where men would become predominate. All ten-men, rescued the Great Mother, intercepted the Serpent Woman, and that age halted suddenly, eyes glaring at the female doom to be.
“No!” she cried, in desperation. “Stand where you are!” but the ten moved on to tear out the throat of the Serpent Lady, with their bare hands—and they discovered, they were men? No! No! No! They pondered, “We are now rules of the earth!”
And Lelah, Veval, Nalnk said to one another, “There is nobody here to stop us from ruling the masses,” but they would not hurt the Great Mother, and she had gone away anyhow. And they laughed wildly, for being free of the Great Mother, and now empowered. It was as if the wood from the fire of hell had been withdrawn.
And Lelah told the masses, “Come to see for, the Great Mother is dead!” But nobody wanted to see, although he carried in a strange passion.
No: 623 (5-19-2010)
Note: The author has visited Gozo, and Malaise Islands, and seen the Statues of the Great Mother Goddess. Although this story is fictional, it is conjured from some archaeological basic historical non-fiction.
(24,000-5,000 BC)
It was called the Darker Age, not the Dark Age as we know one to be, but one we dimly knew existed, that is the one I’m talking about. One of which no man, human, can fully recall. Twilight of the creeping, a time when a peculiar primitive look to humanity took place, when bulky shadows roamed the earth, red forked tongues, flint gripped weapons ruled the earth. It was far removed from the age of reason, or faith—a time when man appeared on the narrow horizon. When the light of earth was dim; it was not a world without conflict. There is now a common belief among many, this Darker Age, never was, far removed from humanity’s mind, we have our doomsday philosophers, for tomorrow, but we lost them from this Darker Age, where growing evil was dominate on earth, yet somehow balanced, then this age shine unsteadily until it went out. Yet despite the clear message it did exist, where towering minds ruled for good or evil and at times, wickedness inhabited the lands; such beliefs are only studied by the few.
At such an hour, in such a setting on the island of Gozo, Lelah, Veval, Nalnk, stood—perhaps no names that are familiar, or as it is commonly written, which in the table of Darker Age forenames, are now lost to humanity, not a hopeless task, however, to try and find these same names in literature once held sacred at the Alexandrian Library in Alexandra, Egypt, in 391 AD.
And so they stood there, these three Darker Aged beings, is reverie—on the footpath they had taken, as other tribes of a similar kind were coming in an opposite direction, to meet at a point nearby from where they stood. These were strange beings, tall with pale skin, strongly built, of no certain age, head looking about in a preoccupied manner as if unknown eyes may be watching them, and the dusk in their hair rated with insects, and on their faces showed like a mass of creepy-crawly bugs, mosquitoes, and larvae. They swung their long forearms, swatting flies, and sweating.
They were all gathering on this trail to meet one another, as if common enough to the likes of one another, as if from another era or end of an era, and these were the ones which fitted the primeval environment.
All three, Lelah, Veval, Nalnk, were of an elderly more robust stock, a stocky bent horde. They gnarled at the group with the shambling shoulders, who bore a clumsy walk, as neared twilight, they knew them, and they were of a lighter skin, yellow-eyed race, they were from the wilds of the Magog.
The three men were very close to one another, as several of the Magog-men’s head jerked up, and appeared to be aware who the three were, stepping out of the trail with arms thrown out in an unusual motion—denoting fear, and peace at the same time, also recognition. For a long moment, the several stood dead in anticipation, no actions at all. And a female approached, she was called the Great Mother, and she moved into the psyche of each and ever one that stood—unmoved, all ten-beings, and perhaps even the horde behind them. They were all sensitive, more open to her influence than one another’s.
One of the seven said in a murmur, “She’s returning.”
It would have seemed from that remark; the pendulum was turning away from the high point of her consciousness of being who she was at one time. They were coming out of an ancient culture; everyone could sense her power: her arms moved out in two directions, telling each of those ten-minds, you live on one of two lines: the life-death line or the spiritual line, and if they would not listen to her, she’d send for the Death-Mother. They could feel she had the power of good and evil, more so than them, as of now she was near her centre. Likewise she knew if she vented her powers her radiation that would leave her, if it turned back on her, she’d turn into stone, consequently she was careful how she approached.
This was an era in that her power was diminishing thus, the Darker Age, the age where the Mothers had stretched their powers out so far, and young women acting as if they had the same powers, with the secret principles, had chief effects on the overall catharsis (or cleansing) process. The young ones trying to invariable be linked with the Great Mother—this brought a dismembering of the psyche powers. And the down fall of the mother and the diminishing of the Darker Age.
The several members of the horde from Magog, stood lurched frantically to the side of: Lelah, Veval, and Nalnk—who stood lurched frantically to the side of the Great Mother, and a female unseen serpent appeared, shrieking wildly at the seven, and the three, and the Great Mother, all but the Great Mother, stooped wild-eyed in bewilderment, then with a shrug of her shoulders, showed the Great Mother indifference, without looking back attacked the Great Mother—with her great sabre like teeth, taking a course which would pass onto the new age, where men would become predominate. All ten-men, rescued the Great Mother, intercepted the Serpent Woman, and that age halted suddenly, eyes glaring at the female doom to be.
“No!” she cried, in desperation. “Stand where you are!” but the ten moved on to tear out the throat of the Serpent Lady, with their bare hands—and they discovered, they were men? No! No! No! They pondered, “We are now rules of the earth!”
And Lelah, Veval, Nalnk said to one another, “There is nobody here to stop us from ruling the masses,” but they would not hurt the Great Mother, and she had gone away anyhow. And they laughed wildly, for being free of the Great Mother, and now empowered. It was as if the wood from the fire of hell had been withdrawn.
And Lelah told the masses, “Come to see for, the Great Mother is dead!” But nobody wanted to see, although he carried in a strange passion.
No: 623 (5-19-2010)
Note: The author has visited Gozo, and Malaise Islands, and seen the Statues of the Great Mother Goddess. Although this story is fictional, it is conjured from some archaeological basic historical non-fiction.
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