Life is sacred. It has lived on Earth, our Living Gaia, for billions
of years. It was created by the Eternal Way. The Force that it is everything that is and that is not. The Way is the
whole. It is Yin and Yang. It is dark and light. It is hard and soft. It is female and male. This is the Way.
The Way is all that is. And Life is the most sacred piece of the Way. It is its goal. Its purpose. And every
single creature is the Way - every single creature is part Yin and part Yang. And the Way is eternal. That which is cannot
not be. And Death is just another path, one that every Maya - every single body must end at, but which lives on in the
Brahma - the Energy. The soul. The eternal energy. And again reincarnates into a new Maya as any Living creature when
its time has once more come. Indeed. This is Life. And even the Gods are merely Brahma. Only very powerful. And
every God has once been of the Maya. It is just that they do not go back to the Mayan form. They endure. And they grow
a conciousness in their Brahma. And they grow power and inluence of Life and Nature, for they know the secrets of the
Way. Many are these Gods and Angels and Spirits. But one of the most powerful and influential all until our
time has been Jehovah. He who called Himself the God of Gods.
Indeed, He was the one who had punished the human kind for
its disobedience of His Laws by driving them from their fertile homeland in Africa into the lands where they had
to toil in the earth for their survival. He had driven them into the Land Between the Rivers - Mesopotamia.
But His wife, the mighty Asherah had tried to stop Him from driving out the humans from their African homeland. Indeed,
She was the Goddess of Love and Compassion. And She was known by many names. Astarte. Ishtar. Ashtart.
Atirat. And She was known by the people all the way from Egypt to Babylonia. And many were the myths and
tales about Her, though few those who were truths. But She was worshipped by
them. Just like Jehovah was, but even more so. But not out of fear, but out of joy and admiration. She was truly loved
by them. And She loved them. She loved the humans and she loved all Life. She loved every living thing. She was indeed the
wisest of all the Deities. And She loved Her Jehovah of all Her heart. Indeed, He was Her everything. Her soulmate. Her kindred
spirit. Her eternity. Indeed, they were as made for each other.
And for a long time, all has been well. And the humans had lived still
lives, and Jehovah God had blessed their new home with much growth. And the humans came to call their home
the Fertile Crescent. That is how rich it was. But His own Angels betrayed Him then. Led by the betrayer Shemhazai - Satan.
had they come down to Earth, and they had mated with mortal woman. And their offspring had been the defiant Giants
- the Anakins - the Titans - the Nephilims. And they had shared His divine secrets with the humans. And for that had He punished
them hard. He had flooded their home between the Rivers - their whole world. Only loyal Noah had he forewarned and spared.
And Asherah had cried then over His vicousness and over the lives that He took and the suffering that He
made and the destruction that He caused. But She had forgiven Him then. Indeed, She was all-forgiving. And He had let
the humans start anew then.
But once again did they disobey Him. In their new giant city
of Babylon were they building a tower that was to reach up to Heaven. He could not allow such a challenge and such
arrogance and disobedience. He had wanted to kill them all. Wipe out the human race for good in a new flood - a
flood of fire. But Asherah had stopped Him then. And instead, did He disperse the humans onto all different corners
of the world, far away from each other, and given them all different tounges to speak, so that they could not gather together
anymore. Anf the people of Babylon had then built a glorious gate to their city in honour of Asherah, to thank Her
for stopping the whrath of Jehovah and saving their lives. But Jehovah was angry at them, for He felt that it was Him that
they should thank for His mercy. And the next time He had not been merciful. For He had then wiped the cities
of Sodom and Gomorrah - the cities of Sin - off the face the Earth.
Then came His Abraham. His beloved and loyal servant. He who was willing
to sacrifice his son for Jehovah God. Abraham - He who wanted nothing in return, and who therefore had been given everything.
But Abraham had been an exception indeed. For the human race was a kind that wanted to receive but who did not give.
Every second did they pray to Him and asked Him for all things between Heaven and Earth. But never did they give Him anything
back. Never did they obey Him and His Laws. Indeed, the humans were impossible for Jehovah God to please.
And so He had chosen only one single people as His. He
had chosen the decendants of His obedient Abraham. The Israelites. He had thought that one single little group
of humans would be easy to manage. And at first He had indeed had much joy from His people. His very own soldiers that
He led to battle for His sake. And He had led His people through the harshest of times. He had
saved them and stood them by indeed. When His people were impriosoned in Egypt had He plagued the Egyptian lands, and He had
killed and tormented many for their sake. Even had He killed all firstborn of the land so that the Pharao would
let His people go. Indeed He had been lořal to His people. But Asherah had been maddened at Him for His ways. She
had said to Him that He acted against the Divine Law. But Jehovah God did not care about the Law - He followed His
own Laws. And that was indeed when He lost the love of His Asherah forever.
But His own small people had been fierce and powerful
and unstopable. They had driven away the Hittites and the Girgashites and the Amorees and the Canaanites and the Pharisees
and Hivees and the Jevusees - and all had they been people who had greatly outnumbered them. And His people
had obeyed Him. They had rid the lands that they conquered of worship of all other gods except Him.
Even of the worship of His father El - and even of the worship of His own Asherah. For indeed, Jehovah did not settle
with anything else than being the Only One - the Great Almighty. He desired Power above all else. And they had fought
for Him. They had killed for Him. They had slaughtered for Him. As He had slaughtered for them. And they had feared Him. They
had feared Him and revered Him so much that even had they sacrificed their own children to Him. But that was long ago. Now had He tired of them. For they did not obey Him anymore. They had become lazy and self-righteous
and spoiled in His eyes. They did not even anymore follow the simplest of laws - the Laws that He had given to His
beloved Moses after He had freed them. No Laws could be more clear and simple. But it seemed as if they did
not care about Him amore - as if they felt that they did not deed Him. Even as He had plauged them with deseases and
disasters, still they had not tunred to Him now. And He did not care anymore. And as the Assyrians apporached their land,
He would not anymore be there by the side of His people - if the Assyrians were to destroy them, may so be it. He would not
stand in their way. He did not care.
But there was one thing that He cared about still. His beloved Asherah.
For Asherah did not love Him anymore. She had seen all too much of His cruel ways. And no more could She forgive Him.
No more could She watch in silence and obedience. Her heart was breaking when She was what Jehovah was doing to
Her beloved Life on Earth. For She was indeed the Goddess of Peace and Love. And she despised Him. And there
was another one that She loved. And indeed, Heaven had become Her prison now. A prison that She had to escape. And
one day, She fled. And Jehovah's fury had been terrible at Her betrayal. And His Arch Angels had hunted Her. But
She had escaped indeed. And She came down to Earth. And She was born once more.