In a former life, I had brown skin and lived in Mexico. It was an age when vines did not grow wildly over the Mayan pyramids as they do now. In that civilization, when I was still a child, I learned to not to worship the sky, but rather, I was taught to read the signs that were revealed in the temples of our fathers and to believe that in the end there will be a new beginning.We were intelligent beings. Everyone in society had a purpose. My father gave me a gift of understanding that was shared with him from those who came before– a timetable of the future. My people, the chosen ones, knew that the end was near. Our prophets wrote about it long ago. Our calendar ends soon.In my old life, the end seemed so far away. I was told that I would live to see the ruins of the great stone temples and that I would witness their destruction. I understood that the time of sorrows was many lifetimes away, but I have always remembered what I learned from that life, and that the signs in the heavens will be fulfilled in due time. I have done what was required of me in each of my lives, but I will never forget that stone palace where I was born. It is always a part of me, for I was its light.
We did not bury our gods in our man made mountains as others of ancient times have done. We understood, even then, that it was not necessary to survive in an underworld and afterlife that is not really there. We knew our time to rise to power again would return, just as the rains from the great sea gather in thunder and anger to remind us that change is the key to eternal life.
My father worked an important job below the plaza and pyramids. He kept water running through the homes of the civilized. We never had to leave our huts to seek out water. It poured to us from the gods above. I was light a light bearer– the one who kept things bright inside the corridors where my father worked, day after day.I performed my job well, my father told me. The flame never went out when it was in my hands. That is why I continue to carry it, even in this life, and the brightness of fire is why I still believe.When the fall storms came from the great ocean, the winds howled greatly and the beasts of the wind tried to devour the flames that lit the corridors of our pyramids and the paths of the underworld. I stayed in the temple when the great storm came, while everyone else, including my father and mother, escaped to the great caves in the mountain for safety.
It was my destiny to be here to witness it.