What follows is the story of the birth of Ra Tet Sol, the ancient benefactor who financed the great culture of early Egypt. It was his dream to bring order, reason and science to the people of earth by establishing and cultivating a race of enlightened beings.
Egypt: Early Origins
We are all born of something. It was the melancholy of static solitary that gave rise to my being. Before I became I slept, an un-extraordinary capsule within the magnificent obsidian lattices that gave our world solidarity and foundation. I observed the storing and cataloging of life's many moments. I participated in this, for that is what all crystals do. They keep record. One day my observing became a wondering. I can not say what invisible force turned that wheel. In that time a day was as a year was as an epoch. But once I began to wonder, then I began to guess, and then to figure, to question, to hope and eventually to pray. Pray? You might wonder what gods a crystal holds as sacred. I tell you, that which is need not beg names of that which might be. Simply, I prayed.
Some say "I was called." Others swear "I was coined," as if there were somewhere a mint for souls. I say, I was blessed. There are some worlds that are bright and pay tribute to life by the rise of their sun. There are others, like my own, that are what might be called inside-out. They hide their light in the fold of space. I was raised in a labyrinth of voids and pockets. Its many proud gates were invisible to the untrained eye. Black holes that ushered in the forlorn and distraught, these were the harbors I sailed in my youth. You may be curious of the details of my becoming. Did I grow? Did I blossom? Was I bore or hatched or planted? Rather, I assumed.
Do you know how crystals grow? Have you ever seen a slice of stone with many overlapping minerals weaving round and sharing sediments and deposits or layering in and upon one another? It was that way with me. We reflect! We pass knowledge between ourselves like so many librarians on holiday. We are like frozen spirit or encapsulated thought.
So once I made peace with my subtleties, I simply began to make good on them. I flooded myself over, a welcome visitor into the tidy, autonomous halls of my neighbor's unending and static preoccupation. I was as an over-filled river making pools of the empty divots of the surrounding dry sand. And I was compounded with the assumption of every new inclusion. I benefited from the variety of the mineral kingdom. I was quartz and onyx, clear and dense. I exuded and received. I came to exist on many wavelengths and to interpret and represent many vibrations. The tomes of folded knowledge my brethren happily volunteered me, I devoured. My mind and soul and body spread out all under the dirt until I was as a flash of wakened lightning darting through my ungoverned kingdom. I was the heir apparent, grateful, obvious, worthy. And when I had strength and confidence enough, I nudged the ground and made it rumble. It parted and I stood upright in the tear, an amalgamation of cognizance and purpose and planning and surprise; a living crystal palace that made sunrise of passing sparks, with deep set eyes as dark as the obsidian from which I was begot and as brilliant as fire opal. I spoke.
"I am Ra Tet Sol. I welcome you. Welcome me." My voice was the sound of the mountains being formed.
