Topic started on 15-11-2012 @ 03:25 PM by AlphaExray
In these dark times, where logic has been replaced with lies, and nefarious people work feverishly to control every aspect of human existence, there
is little room for benevolence and love. Yours is a world polluted; a land of the walking dead. Irradiated beyond the scope of salvation of this
draconian medical system, and broken by the onslaught of the end of the age. You feel isolated, and it seems the powers that be intended that from
the moment the waters receded, and cowardice and greed seem to rule supreme in the land of toys and unnecessarily spartan technology. On the whole
you have lost your common sense, and again you find yourselves devastated by atomics, only this time you have done this to yourselves. Whether the
raging waters were the product of men, or whims of the earth are irrelevant; for your actions, or lack there of, in the days that followed defy logic.
Clearly common sense has taken a back seat, along with courage, and collective reasoning.
Around the world, news media have been duplicitous in keeping the lie of your fate alive, but there are many of us who know the truth of Japan, and we
have not walked away unscathed by this ongoing calamity. Regardless of the tumultuous state the world is in, volcanic activity, flooding,
earthquakes, drought all are natural factors of this ecosystems; what is going on in that colossal mess is not. An asynchronous unified decay
reaction belongs in a pulsar, not on our shores. It will not abate of its own accord.
Like your antiquities, long stolen, irreverently littering collections around the world, so exists your history. You have no idea of the
significance of your nation. I came across a piece of lore years back that I cherish greatly. It has given me some peace in this madness, and it
belongs to you. Rather than open up a battle on yet another front, it is best that this text be relegated to the fiction section given there is no
way of corroborating the tale, but the words will ring true to those who have a vested interest in the survival of that which makes Japan great.
Many thousand of years ago, at the end of the second age, EA, the only Ra (king of the earth), took leave of his breatheren, the Annunaki, creatorss
of all things living. The work of saving the great well of souls that is this planet exacted a heavy toll on all those who cared so deeply for life,
and the days of rest were well earned. Ea had chosen to live amungst the thirteenth race of men, an Aldebaran inspired species of tremendous
collective abilities and exceptional good nature. He had built for them a great refuge he call ...(Manchuria). It was place of peace and music, and
joy, carved from hard rock, surrounded by fertile soil. For years EA slumbered, lamenting on the tribulations of the past. It was in this place that
EA met OZA. Despite having lived for many years, taken many wives, and fathered countless children, Ea had never known true love until he met her.
Never before had any being been able to provide solace for the great leader. His was a soul torn, forced to leave his home to rule abroad, separated
from his twin brother Enlil, prince of Nibiru, and too embroiled in the minutia of earth to ever return.
In time, they left the confines of the great city he had built, and he chose an oasis in the pacific, a place she called Nihaponne, or in the middle.
A great baron island continent in the middle of the ocean. Rich with volcanic soil, and unlimited vistas, EA built a great pyramid for his bride,
which he called OZA Ska, (Oza's nest/castle ). Over the years he gathered masters from around the globe, and many of the
great Annunaki regents came to call on EA, bringing with them knowledge and gifts of plants and flowers and animals. Great Joy, love, prosperity and
children, true spiritual peace were bestowed upon EA thanks to OZA. Never had living had so much purpose. For six hundred years they had nurtured
their space, but time cannot be held back, and twilight came upon his great Queen. He begged her to take on Niberan form, and live as he would,
without age, but she would not choose a fate different than that of her children. When she died, EA was inconsolable. He could see her in everything
and everyone they had conceived, and so he left. Duty would call him home, where he would find glory in battle, but no amount of success could mend
his broken heart.
At the end of the third age, EA returned to earth. The duties of preservation were many, and men had once again polluted and corrupted themselves
into a terrible quandary. The Annunaki worked furiously to save what they could, and in haste, EA left Japan for last. In his heart, if anyone
would be prepared it would be his children, but he was wrong. When he arrived home, he found the island had already begun to sink into the sea. Fire
was everywhere, and ash and lava and death coated everything. Her pyramid had become a place of darkness, and the people had long forgotten their
mother, but had come to Ozaska for hope the great stone walls would protect them. Time was short, and molten rock had begun to splash on the outer
walls, when EA set his great vessel Magnus(translation) on the shore. The refugees rushed and fought and bargained and used all manners of human
cowardice to obtain a place on the vessel, but despite its size, Magnus could take no more, and wave after wave of people kept coming.
From atop his once great home, EA watched and wept. How could so great a people, with so much given to them, let this happen. In his heart, all that
was OZA was dead. When it was clear that the structure would soon fail under the waves of liquid rock, EA came to the people and said, “How could
you let this happen? How can you ask a father to choose which children to save. I can not take you all.”
It was then that greatness returned to people, and one by one Men and women began to exit his ship, and begged that EA would take someone else in
their place. Mothers asked for their children to be saved, brothers each other. Soon there were five hundred of them, and hand in hand they formed a
chain and forced all the stragglers aboard. In that instant EA could see his beloved in them. He promised the five hundred souls he would return
for them as soon as possible, but it was not long after he left that the walls fell.
When he returned Ea and the Annunaki scoured the remains for survivors, but there was only one. A child, who hid until EA had left, so that he could
stay with his mother, a great woman who had chosen to stay. When it was clear that the end was near, the group formed a circle around the child in
the hopes they could shield him from the lava. It was in a pile of charred remains that he was found, burnt, but alive.
EA nursed the boy back to health, but he was broken. Too young to manage the guilt of survival thrust upon him. It was not until he was older, and
the dust had settled, that EA explained to him the nature of life, and the continuity of the everlasting soul. He explained that the five hundred had
made a great sacrifice “D'za Ammaru Ahi”, love that transcends death, and that they are forever living.
EA offered to build for the Man a new Pyramid, but he declined. Instead he would rebuild himself, and devote his life to caring for his people. He
rebuilt his castle with the help of the survivors, and spent much of his time gardening, trying to restore the beautiful flowers that once covered
the land. For centuries, until his death, Ea would visit the man. He grew into a great leader, and EA admired the Man's ability to see greatness in
others. No longer was the loss of OZA in his mind, for he knew she was with and in these people, and not even hell fire itself could destroy that.
There is greatness among you and within you people of Japan. History is still being written.