The Story of Earth (3rd revision)
In the beginning, a young boy walked along a dry and harsh land.
He discovers a sparkle of light from the corner of his eye and seeks the source.
There he finds an object with a dull gold colour that looked damaged – as if ripped away from another part.
Not sure of its significance, or what it might be, he asks the people around him.
However, his questions go ignored – no one listens or cares.
The young boy secures the object – he feels the need to keep it safe.
When alone, the boy studies the object
…to him it looks like half of a Golden Apple.
Just then…the half of the golden apple begins to tell him a story…
It is a very dark story about a woman who was so beautiful and giving, that you were in awe just to see her.
Her name was Éclat Amaranth Rae Tru-Halcyon –
most people simply called her… Earth.
Earth, with her rotund shape and bulging waist, had a deep internal beauty and an extraordinary outer appearance.
She was blue and green – the colours that really mattered –
and her only intention was to give life.
However, her eyes echoed with a volcanic rage of fire…
for she was being hurt – repeatedly ravished and used.
Someone had painted black marks on her beautiful face – the marks appeared like oil cloaking water.
Earth tried to speak, but there were no listeners.
She tried to fight back with all her force as she called out for help!
However, her screams remained muffled by the winds of her horrors.
Disillusioned and tired, she just cried…and cried –
Floods of emotion flowed from deep within her soul.
Yet still, the people who could help her were at a roaring party.
The biggest of the big were present and dressed in their entire splendor.
They drank, danced, ate and laughed loudly.
But it was really a party of hypocrisy, because as splendid as their gowns were, their insides were rotting away!
They were like rapacious devils who spoke with metallic words.
BANG! BANG! BANG! they spoke.
They had created an Army of Fear whose priority was of mass destruction to the milieu and its inhabitants.
To Earth, they were the Avarice.
The Avarice failed to see how their greed was actually destroying themselves.
They had made Earth dry and scabbed from the regular beatings and consistent poking.
Some called the effect Desertification.
With the continued torture, she lost her will to give and feed.
As every moment passed, the atmosphere was getting hotter and it was now harmful to be in her once beautiful aura.
She became disfigured, black and brown sores now marred her once lavish blue and green face.
Then there was the pestilence – what had they done!
The young boy sheds a tear for Earth.
He feels her pain and does not understand why no one listened to her Cries of Despair.
As time passes, the boy continues to keep his storyteller close – the half of a golden apple.
Further along on his journey, the boy feels something different…he feels drawn to a young girl
There is something about her…
He senses a familiar light around her.
The Boy reaches out to her and in his hand, shows her the half of a golden apple.
Her eyes light up and she smiles… as she holds in her hand the other half of the Golden Apple.
Together they rejoice and speak about what they have found.
Then curiously, they join the two halves –
It becomes one whole Golden Apple and within it, they find all the answers for the unification of the universal consciousness.
As they look up, they both see the wings…
...of the most beautiful and colourful birds – a sign of new life.
Together they understand that they each hold in their hands,
The beginning of a new dawn…
The WINGS OF HOPE have arrived.
