It was then when the devil was sent to abyss for eternity while Gods ascended to heavens with the chosen few left out of creation.
The Gods always win as there’s no competitor he’s made beyond him. Still it was such a loss to see his creation turned desperately away from him breaking him to see that the creation itself has turned against the creator.
All the elites, prophets did their parts as scripted. He who created already knew how it would take place at the glimpse of the completion of the creation but perhaps was curious to see how it would be.
It started with one seed and grew up to be the biggest of all and stretched its arms with various fruits bearing seeds which would grow out to be just like it, filling the voids.
There’s been rumors, legends, tales or religions as some used to call tried to tell the story but nothing was able to reach the fullness of it as it was too much to bear and decode.
The code was given along hidden in letters of a sacred language but being too vast to extract for it contained the universe inside for the one who made it is the fullness and through everything came to be.
Some of them used to say there were people out the sky who were wiser than them. Some called them Gods. Some said they were living in a script put on them. Certainly everyone was under one.
There were more before it.
They used to call them civilizations. And that they weren’t the first. First were the deities for the next. Making us not the second. It always the first used to be higher and wiser than the second. Making us not higher than them. But second always traveled an extra mile.
So the remaining needed somewhere to stay where been prepared from the beginning. New Jerusalem they called it. Another story was over and it was time to tell a new one. Back to the loop.
It is inevitable that their free will would repeatedly be gone to taste the forbidden fruit once again. But each time wasn’t like the previous. It never was the same and never were few.
First was there with their semi-divinity having union with higher beings which enabled them to build the wonders. Yet trying to ascend where they dare not to thus brought their downfall. A tower they tried to build to reach the sky people. Yet by a flood they sunk leaving all their might behind.
As everything came to be out of one place it would lead to fullness if all the fractions were to combine. So the creator worried. One word, one mind, one race. Impossible would be none. Thus were them scattered. Divided. Categorized. Impossible to unite.
It was expected that the left few would lead to a life in accordance with the creator. Still it did not take long for them to be the same as their predecessors. In fact it was worse. Actually they were the worst, yet.
A veil of blindness, was laid on them. Blinded and bound to a common lie.
As the tale goes leaving behind a question where this tale would lead us.
Is there anything of which one can say, “Look! This is something new”? It was here already, long ago; it was here before our time.
No one remembers the former generations, and even those yet to come will not be remembered by those who follow them.
Ecclesiastes 1:10-11
Unreality 