Prologue

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Prologue:

Xorplon wants the unity of his soul. The problem is he does not know it. The problem is he does not know that is what he wants. Xorplon feels as  he is responsible for his people. He was sent to Gaia from the havens just as his ancestors were who founded Xorplonis’ his home town. Sometimes Xorplon becomes so frustrated he loses his faith at periods of time, will rebel by indulging in life taboo.  What he does not understand is that faith is the energy that powers the soul. Xorplon is a natural healer if he see’s anyone in need he immediately goes and helps no doubt.

Xorplon is interrupted in his search for his soul as his soul finds him. It does not happen overnight, and he learns of a dictator trying to kill his people. A man he did not know anything about until a series of events led by universal synchronicity brings them together to follow the same  path.

Excessus rises in the land of Gaia and  begins to  gain  influence over the other 7 races of Gaia, Excessus goal is  exterminate all of Xorplonis to achieve world domination.

Excessus roams the grounds of Gaia wielding his weapon of war standing taller than man with a moon crescent blade. He is not just a dictator, he is a soldier of war and fire.  Eyes powerful enough with power  to    penetrate the soul of man, he can get almost anybody of anything. He can mould into any other individual if he tries hard enough. Nobody has ever actually seen his face it has always  hidden behind his turban. All People think Excessus’  face was covered with a war scar, but  nobody actually knows except for Excessus himself, maybe to those in the Axis Mundi. He walks with  the confidence only a person with the union of their soul has. The same time Xorplon walks which is why their paths must cross.

Xorplon he is dreamy. He is a believer in the gods because of the ruins in the temple of Xorplonis.  He is extremely distant from his people and likes to watch. He waits until it has become far too late and let’s things get out of hand, but he has always been capable of cleaning up whatever mess he gets himself into.

Excessus is like Xorplon and that he is searching for his soul without knowing. He needs to have Xorplon help him in the desire to find his soul and get him to the axis Mundi under the instruction of Venus and Gaia. Excessus is cruel and thinks that the Xorplonis’ should be destroyed, because they are the only nation capable of all 8 to be able to use the power of wind and spirit. His race has their own powers ruled by earth. Xorplon and Descessus are connected by a bond stronger than man, one day they must find a balance.

 

This is a story about our history. The history of the world, the history of Gaia.

There are no records kept that these events. The evidence was destroyed long ago, to prevent any human being from stumbling upon what really happened.. The only beings with knowledge of what actually happened long, long ago on Pangaea of the beings which are related directly to the heavens, the Gods themselves for they were sent here by them.

It was just like any ordinary day. I had just gotten up from school, just gotten off the public transit pondering about what I was thinking while I was on public transit. As I was riding the bus home school, all I could think to myself was “there are at least fifty people on this bus at least on this bus, and t none of them are thinking about this. How is it that I stumbled on this? How is it that I never noticed this before? How is it possible that nobody else around me knows of this?”

Walking to my house I was still pondering. I couldn’t get it out of my head, I stumbled upon this days ago why can’t I stop thinking, or wanting to be at the next step of it all. Do I really have any idea what I’m getting myself into? All of this has to do with the religion, politics, and the human race. I was always taught these were three taboo subjects. You do not talk about it to others; you keep your views and opinions to yourself. The problem I was having a time was that these are not exactly my views and opinions, I stumbled upon them and I have real questions.

It was the springtime in 2008, the flowers just started to bloom. The air was nice fresh. Well, more refreshing than the previous months. Winter and just ended, and so did the weltering life that came with winter. Suddenly, it hit me. All these things that I had learned , the thoughts finally made sense. What happened inside my mind felt like an eternity, but really it is only lasted a second, ss if I just received a “download”. The downloaded information explained everything I wanted know, all the questions I wanted to ask. I no longer had to ask, I just knew.

All I thought about to receive this downloaded information was the cycle of life. Birth and death. Summer and winter, spring and fall. To understand that neither could exist without the other. The sun and the moon, night and day, good and bad. They exist in harmony with each other . They are one with each other and by being one they are perfect.

It was at that point which the information I received took control. Became obsessed, obsessed with the story of Pangaea, Gaia.
Lore about how at one point, there was one religion, one version of politics, and one version of the story about the human race and the explanation of different colored human beings. That every single being was connected with one another just like Pangaea. The Further I looked into the story sadder it became. A story of genocide, conflict, hostility and war. A Story that shows the power and influence in major consequences that came of this.   Most importantly a story of how our world today is still suffering from the injustices done to Gaia. Betrayal to Mother Earth.

All I could really think was that these people living thousands upon thousands of years ago were gods and if they had the power of gods how come they couldn’t have stopped the devastation brought on by one person? Sadly, as I pondered myself I already knew the answer to deep down inside.  I heard my conscience speak clearly for the first time.  At the time I thought my conclusion was a bit too cryptic for my liking, but the truth was right under my nose. “Unity, perfection, balance.” This is why the Pangaea turned from the genocide story to the story of philosophical evolution. The story of spiritual evolution.