Our ancestors call out to us through the murky mists of time
Children, hear now our voices.
Your race is ancient, far more than you believe.
Our history is written in the fabric of Mother Earth herself.
Your myths and legends are remants of a proud history.
They tell of the almost forgotten time that some say did not exist.
Painted on cavern walls, carved into the stone of your fathers temples.
Is the truth of how we came.
Some of you guessed at the truth and were correct,
Others were frightened at the revelations. My children,
do not fear, look to the stars and remember!
We shall come soon.


©Richard