ATLANTIS UNCHAINED ...THE LEGEND OF THE RETURN OF POWER!

CliffMickelson

(Exerpt from) THE LEGEND OF THE RETURN OF ATLANTIS
By CliffMickelson

Once upon a time the earth and seas in solemn sorrow lay as a blanket upon the creator of a fearsome secret. Shielded in this manner from an ever-seeking summons and judgment of the light, the dark secret and its maker lay as if in death, asleep upon the bosom of Mother Earth.

For this secret had been once born in the heart of a child; a child brought forth in joy in the union of Earth and Sun. But sullen pride, a jealous handmaiden of Mother Earth, conspired at birth to ruin the child and so contrived that before his time he would too soon dare to challenge the glory of his father.

To this end did Pride one day persuade the child to construct of his own flesh a mighty stone and to place it high upon a mountain peak where the passage of the Sun could ever be seen.

So cleverly fashioned was this stone that it would respond to the presence of Father Sun. In so doing, this wondrous stone would gather unto itself the radiant energies of the father and deliver their captured power in caged subjection to the child.

For Pride had foreseen in the manufacture of this device, how fatal would be the powers of the father were they to become those of a child not yet in the full wisdom of manhood.

At first the child of Earth and Sun was clever in his newly constructed conceit, but soon the arrogance of youth became reckless before the knowing eyes of his father.

And so it was that the falseness of the child was betrayed.

In his rage, the Sun's powers became transformed with energies beyond imagination and falling upon all below, transfixed creation with a force beyond the ken of mortal understanding.

Overwhelmed and unprepared, the wondrous stone shattered as if made of glass. The child of Sun and Earth trembled before the baleful wrath of solar chastisement. Then, seeing his base intrigue destroyed, he too, was cast down senseless among the shattered shards and ruins of his works.

Yet, before the vengeance of Father Sun could rain down its final blow, it found itself confounded by the ways and wiles of Mother Earth.

For a mother ever loves her children.

She rose in tempest lashed waves. Tall mountains trembled and dry land sank before her.

Her unexpected anguish baffled and misled the fury of her husband.

Perplexed, he sought elsewhere to root out the sin of pride.

And so Mother Earth sheltered her banished and sleeping son. She wrapped her blanketing arms lovingly around him and drew him close to her breast. Then she grieved.

And Earth's tears flowed protectively over her darkened child until they lay many fathoms upon him. And the creatures of the sea came to dwell where once there had been land.

As eons passed, memories began to fade. The fierce rays of the sun mellowed, relaxing their vigilant and probing search. Soft zephyrs of countless summers soon ceased to whisper of the secret land where once a child of Earth and Sun had built a monument to the deception of Pride

In this way did Mother Earth protect her own and defy all who would desire to seek him out.

But not all memories were stilled. The ancient chronicles prophesied of a time soon to come when what once was, would one day be again.

And that time is now.

This is that day, and we are its witness.

And, once upon a day yet to come again, future visions of prophets yet unborn will bear forth our final testimony of how, in the wash of centuries, an aimless trickster, that old rascal Brother Time, had slowly thinned the yarn that formed the shroud of protection once cast deeply over the dark secret of the son of Earth.

Then will they whisper the story of how bit by piece its mantle of rock and sand danced, washing away upon the waves of music pouring forth endlessly from the horn of time.

And legend will tell of that fateful day when once more the radiant energies of the Sun fell upon the exposed shards of a once mighty stone of power.

Perhaps they will relay to future generations how, slowly at first, and then with greater and greater effect, the growing power of the Sun increasingly pieced the weakened veil of Earth that protected her child and his secret.

Perhaps they will speak of how the solar energies were gathered yet again by the ancient scattered shards of power. In lowered voices they will tell of how that power sought out unity, was unshackled and thus made whole.

This and more will they tell of the fearsome secret unchained and how on that day it brought forth from the fathomless depths of a watery grave the secret bier of Atlantis... The child of Son and Earth.

-CliffMickelson