Is it a case mistaken identity,
or have we as a species forgotten those
who used to be part of our everyday world?
Could we be misinturpreting our own
history or is it all just odd coincidence
that the past of so many cultures,
religions and people can appear to add
more pieces to the puzzle?
This tale starts in September of 1823, read with an open mind. and you might discover that it is still being told today, just in different words.
Told by the entities, that she was of a particular heritage or line that was the basis of her experiences... She speaks of others, the "Magical Children" that too are chosen, and gathered up. Over 300 years ago, it seems she too knew that she was not alone in her experiences.
The god was seated in a shrine, which was built of stone or wood and kept in the innermost chamber of the temple. At least three times a day, food and drink were put before the god, incense was burned and musicians, singers and dancers entertained him. All for a statue?
