So We Came

Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Hundreds of thousands of souls screaming out as their atomic structure was ripped apart, rended on the quantum level. I assure you we heard their screams, bridging lightyears in an instant. So we came.

The souls we heard scream left nothing on the threshing floor. No wheat. No chaff. This was an assault on the Divine itself. The repercussions of these two events could be felt throughout the very fabric of the universe. The integrity of the Source had been compromised. We could not abide by this. It was antithetical to our very existence. Our mission has always been to reunite the pieces. The Eviscerations, as they have come to be known, set us back eons. The call rang out through the universe for volunteers. Intervention was necessary, but how? There were the laws to consider.

We could not infringe upon the free will of an entire species. It was forbidden. We could not make ourselves known, for it would impede upon their natural evolution, not to mention it would breach the vibrational acord we had made with the dark ones. There would be no direct manipulation of these fledgling beings. They must pick their own path.

Of course, the dark ones cared little for such agreements. They found their ways around such things. Subterfuge was their singular gift, and they used it with unrivaled precision. In the nascent world of this newborn race, the dark ones went unnoticed. They could change their appearance to assume roles of power. When this became too tedious, they began to sow their seeds of discord far more literally. They began their hybridization program, blending their DNA with these childlike people. Before long, they had assumed the roles of sovereigns. They brought out the worst in these naive people. Ruling with an iron fist, they made power the highest of virtues.

Still, the dark ones could not unwrite the rules of nature, and these young beings remained free, at least inside. This unyielding yearning could not be culled from the species, and before long, it led them to dissolve the old ways of unchecked authority. This simply begged the dark ones to become more ingenious in their manners of manipulation. They kept the young species believing they were free by hijacking their perception of the world. They tapered the young ones' perception towards the darkness. No matter how much hope would arise within the hearts of these poor beings, gravity was always in the shadows.

We did what we could from afar. While we did not have the same level of access to our seedlings as the dark ones did, we found our own spaces to commune with them. The astral plane of dreams and imagination allowed us a space to engage with the young ones. They were intrepid people by design. They yearned to know what may lie around every corner. There were pioneers amongst them that found their way into caves, into silence, and into the space between worlds. It was here that we could access the hearts and minds of these people. They could bring back with them the wisdom of our people. The way. The truth. The light.

Even these most beautiful of things could be corrupted in the hands of the dark ones. Every truth, no matter how high from which it came, could be twisted and utilized to the dark ones’ ends, yet they could not erase the truth itself. Thus, these truths, from on high, lie dormant within the hearts and minds of these people, waiting for the waters to fall from the heavens and bring these truths into full bloom within their troubled society.

When the screams of those tragic souls fell upon our ears across the vastness of the void of space, we knew we could not rely upon the few daring souls willing to meet us on high. So we came. Not in vehicles. No. We could not show ourselves to these people. It was against the rules. No. We had to become one with the people. The call went out across the universe for those willing to join in on such a tremendous endeavor. A mission beyond any that had ever been attempted. We could not travel in our physical forms. Disincarnation was the only vehicle we could use, but it came with its own peril. The forgetting had to be contended with. No one could enter the lower dimensions without forgetting where they came from. It was the law. Unnegotiable. Unbreakable.

Who? Who would be so bold or perhaps foolhardy to embark upon such a mission? A mission you would not even know you were on, except within the deepest realms of your soul, for only there is the record kept. Only there, in that place of ultimate truth, can the forgetting not penetrate. The landscape you would subject yourself to would be treacherous, for with the dark ones wielding influence in this place, you would be subject to the darkest energies in all the universe. A fallacy of course, for this place is as much a paradise as it is a prison, but it bears the mask the dark ones crafted for it, and with the forgetting you would be none the wiser.

The horror of the screams haunted all those with ears to hear them throughout the entirety of the universe. In the end, throughout the infinite there were a mere 144,000 of us that were brave enough to heed the call of those hundreds of thousands of tragic souls, and the billions left behind that feared the same fate.

I am amongst those bold and perhaps foolhardy few that heard the cry of the babies with their bombs ring out from amidst the stars. The children of Earth weeped the day those bombs went off, and I am amongst those that heard them scream across the vacuum of space, and could not stand idly by in their torment. So I came.