In the Beginning:
When the Ancients arrived from the skies there was no one there to greet them. No resistance, no fanfare. They knew they were being watched but what choice did they have?
Theirs was not an idle race. They were thinkers and doers. Neither just hunters nor just gathers –they were creators. Creators not just of architecture and industrial innovations or mechanized marvels that gave them dominion over land, sea and air but of timeless, seamless travel between the worlds of the endless galaxies. They were not conquerors. They were not gropers of greed and malice. What they were was in line with the flow and if it was not, then it was not them. This is what they were and how they emerged.
They could be warriors if called upon. They were not a naive race cowering from evil. They knew the duality of life consisted both of the knowledge of good and evil and that without the two opposites, the wheel of life could not tumble through time. Yet, they knew all beings were from The Great Creator and for that reason, they knew that all had free choice. Freedom to choose their own path. Freedom to choose between the fear that drove all beings to greed, hate, jealousy and destruction, or freedom to love so much that nothing else mattered. They knew there was a path – a middle way – that neither took competition to the brink of hate, nor yearning for peace to the edge of defeat.
Their quest was not just for survival, but for growth. Growth of ideas, of great inventions and strength, not only of mind and body but of the very evolution of the inner being. They knew about the knowledge and mysterious energy of the heart and they embraced it. They understood. It was a place of great power and of sweet solitude. To connect mind and body with the energy of the heart was the duty of all Undaens and to be a leader amongst them required mastery of this endeavor.
Leaving their homes was not for a need of commerce, nor adventure. Indeed, it was one of necessity, for the very evil that they under took to cohabit with, did not see things their way. They never looked at them as enemies, just competitors with opposing views. It was a deadly game but in the end a game none the less. Yet their adversaries also knew – the Power of the Energy of the Heart.
They knew that within it dwelt the duality of power to make good; or wreak havoc. They knew that the Undaens had developed and nurtured the powers of the heart and they knew also what the Undaens knew – that the power came from the source of all things. To harness that power would mean to control everything. Every spec; every great mountain; every world and above all; every creature whether it be upright and sane, or a lowly castoff, eking out its existence in the most unimaginable places. All they had been unable to accomplish as a race, could simply be corrected by stealing from the Undaens. Their homes, their inventions, their knowledge and most importantly the very essence of their very being.
Robbery to them was not wrong and neither were the ways and means of achieving that end. It just seemed far more logical to take the shorter route. What had taken the Undaens many, many moons to perfect and were still enhancing, could be extracted in a fraction of the time with just a little bit of good old fashioned foul play!
In the end – there was no end. For everything evolves from one thing to another. Sometimes better, sometimes worse. The definition of either would be in the eyes of the beholder. In the face of overwhelming evil so far from home, the Undaens did not crumble, yet neither did they overcome. They changed, they metamorphosed into something that could survive. They became many different things in many different forms. They merged the power of their collective being into one and then back again into a multitude of vessels, each one separate, yet connected to the others. They inhabited not just the new world but every element of its composition, while many others returned to Undaes to regroup.
The Evil – found itself fighting on many fronts. Yet, their targets were so diverse that the plan of attack begged for consistency. Unable to focus all power on one, they too needed to diversify.
Yet, this they were not able to do well, so the two forces staggered into a stalemate. This is what the Undaens had been waiting for. Middle ground gave power to the middle way. It is that place that momentary pause, where the pendulum comes to a full stop before proceeding in the other direction, where the mind stops to think of nothing before choosing a path. It is the eye of the hurricane, where all is calm while a whirlwind of terror and destruction thunders around it. This the Undaens knew was where the very essence of the energy of the heart dwelled; where the power of good over evil had its staging ground.
From this very place of nothingness, their plan for salvation would emerge. Wilunitus would be their King!
