“Before you were born a group of elders in our temple were asked to leave. They were exiled from the temple because their beliefs were different to ours. As you know, our basic teaching involves the coming of the one to the manifest plane to save the fallen ones. Our disconnection from source had been monitored after the failings of the first fall. Our mission is to make contact with our kin in animal form and help them to remember ourselves.”
I nodded and remained silent. It was a known teaching. I beckoned for him to continue.
“Our order strictly forbids any experimentation on animals. It abhors any selfishness. Any soul who deliberately hides any acquired knowledge or artifacts from the one. Any soul who ridicules the way of the one. As you know we bear no names in our order; have no need for earthly possessions that we call our own. Everything is shared as we are all one entity. You know this. It seems the group of elders we banished moved to Atlan town and have set up an order of their own. Their teachings are in direct contrast to ours. They welcome animal experimentation; lower themselves to eating the meat of our kin and practice rituals that only further our separation. They teach that the way of the one is a falsehood; that there is no source; that our way is wrong. They have already acquired quite a following. Our being here puts our lives at risk. If you had announced our arrival in the way you had intended then The Sons Of Belial would know of our intention and have us murdered."
There is devilment and darkness afoot in Atlan. And there is more. Already, as we speak, below our feet, the Sons Of Belial are mining in search of the lost technology of our former civilisation. Should they be successful in finding the laboratories, they will be able to fire up the turbines deep within the volcano peaks. Such a discovery will lead to more destruction.
The technology they seek we abhor. The technology they seek is an abomination. As you know we are a simple race. We do not need the technology of the first civilisation.”
I was shocked. I knew of the first fall of Atlan. That it was caused by a major volcanic eruption brought on by the careless and irresponsible use of our own technology. I had thought it, at times a myth. I knew our islands to be an archipelago; the remains of a much larger single island. The story of The Sons Of Belial was new to me.
I glanced over to my friend and saw he had more to say.
“The Sons Of Belial’, he started, “are reincarnates of the group of beings who wrought terror on Atlan the last time around. They grow in number as they con and mesmerise our peoples with the teachings. They possess a strong energy, that of hate and of revulsion. They hate the one love and have permitted their manifest bodies to gain control of their souls, again. They forget the reason for incarnation. They busily teach others to forget love and oneness. Our role as elders is to teach the peoples of Atlan the meaning of love. Ours is not a simple role. I ask you, my child are you ready to help those in need of your truths?
I could only nod. I knew I had no other choice. [Extract taken from The Chronicles of Ezra written by Matthew James]
