I thought of what story these stones really told, in contrast to all the strange ideas that we come up with to try and explain them. But in truth we don't know. There is a great deal that we don't know. And here I dabble in that.
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Truth
It hurt my soul to see it this way, so
skeletal. It had been so majestic in its day, and I missed those days sorely.
They would now be considered days of hedonism or living in utopia, but they;d been normal back then. Civilisation had been exactly that - civil.
I smiled when I thought about what they said
this place had been and the tales they told; they couldn’t be further off the
mark. Why was it that anything that couldn’t be explained had to have some
strange religious meaning? Why did it always have to be a place of worship or
be tied to some other cult rituals?
They had looked round the circle of bare
stones that had once been the backbone of an incredible building and noted the
sun shined through in certain places at certain times of the year, which seemed
to verify to them that that had been the intention of the placement of the
stones originally. Apparently it was so they were in alignment and connected to
some new fangled idea of religion that existed back then. But as they had no
concept of what the original structure had looked like they had no idea how
wrong they were – let alone that religion was a new creation in the current
civilisation, one used to control people, something completely unnecessary back
then. Some days I could laugh at it, but some days it frustrated me.
When I visited other sites across Europe, and
talked about similar structures that had once been tombs, they knew that what
they were looking at was the bare bones of the structure, so why didn’t they realise
that with the stone circles?
They would say it was because there was no
‘evidence’ of anything else. But as they had the aging process wrong and their
understanding of time was completely out of whack, they didn’t realise just how
old the stones really were, and how long they had been standing there. I did. I
felt it in every sinew of my soul. I had lived through so much now and I could
feel myself tiring – or was it just this time, this moment, watching
civilisation yet again taking a dive and all of them oblivious as to why?
The clock was ticking loud now; if someone
didn’t put the brakes on there might be a little bit more than a culling; they
risked annihilation at their own hands. Although they were busy squabbling over
weapons, thinking that whatever killed them would be man-made, but you didn’t
fuck with nature. This was something they had forgotten for more than a couple
of thousand years now.
It brought me back full circle to where I
was standing; how this place too had fallen and people wiped out. Nature didn’t
discriminate, it just abided, come what may.
Their tombs might be found here and there,
but once they had been so much more. And these stones, these mini monoliths
were all that remained of what had once been a palace – one of hundreds that
fell across the landscape and housed the communities that lived in them.
Those communities had relished their life
and embraced everyone and everything. It was pitiful to think that it was now
being reduced to an obscure fantasy of dogma or doctrine, idolising an
imaginary creator, something the people who had lived here would have never
perceived.
Those people had been sure of themselves
and confident in their pure essence, seeing themselves as pieces of a whole
that needed to live symbiotically to enjoy the human experience. Not some
individual fracturing to gain more than their neighbour so they could play
cruel games of ‘mine’s better than yours’, or conditioned from birth that they
weren’t enough without those gains – that some imaginary person was judging
their every movement, and threatening them with horrors after this life if they
didn’t conform.
I sighed. And these people wondered why
their lives weren’t fulfilled, and why they suffered mental and emotional
maladies. They were oblivious and had been taught to be.
What was here now was in need of cleansing
so that the truth could return. I hoped for them all that it wouldn’t be much
longer.
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