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On Our Way Home

We’ve been doing this for quite some time now, over and over again, this mission here on Earth. And we will keep coming back until the Creator deems that we’ve gotten it right. Then, LOL, we get to go back home. Home? Home is someplace far far far away. Beyond the Milky Way. We can’t get there on our own. The Creator brought us here and it’s up to him to take us back. When we arrived, the Earth was so beautiful and perfect, that it didn’t matter to us how long we stayed. Actually we didn’t ever want to leave. We were beautiful and everything was good. But we grew restless and wanted to explore. We wanted to know what more this world had to offer. So some of us made a pact to scatter and travel the land and seas. And we agreed to meet back up one day to share the tales of each discovery.

Some of us traveled to places that we now call Asia and Europe and now America. We left from Africa. East Africa was where we landed. Africa was our new home. The Creator gave us Africa, our utopia. But we grew restless and had to explore. No one imagined that we would forget each other. No one could conceive that we wouldn’t know our brothers. But that’s what happened. We just didn’t recognize each other. Our brothers and sisters that moved west were darker and our brothers and sisters that traveled east were lighter. But we are the same, we’ve just forgotten who we are. So we hurt each other. We’ve been very very mean through the ages. Slavery was us at our worst. War is just more of the same. Brother turning against brother. Sister denying sister.

In the year 2000, the results of the Humane Genome Project were released. Earthly science verified what some already knew. We are not different. We are one and the same, roaming this planet together. We all belong to one Human race. There’s no Black race, or White race or Hispanic or Asian race. Just Humans and we have lost our way. When the group made the pact in East Africa and decided to venture out and explore the world, we had every intention of reuniting with The Family to prepare for our final journey back to our home world. But everyone has been traveling and reincarnating for so long that we forgot. We forgot who we are and where we originated and why we are in this world. But slowly one by one, we are awakening. Not fully conscious, but our hands are reaching for the sky. We just can’t touch it yet.

Nefertiti
6/17/09

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