The Burning Son

The Stories

The stories of our history are how we go back in time. Even you can go back in time via our stories. It's just that our stories got a bit mixed up after a while. No one could understand because we all just forgot the true story, we were all being told what to believe.

See, the gods were deceiving us, but everything happens for a reason, as we've progressed to a point where our technologies are all man made.

There are three stories that are of significant value to our people. The story of the Easter egg (our beginning), the story of the lost city of Atlantis (our story/development), and the story of Christmas (our end).

See the first story tells the tale of our egg, our home, or our planet. See as birds we start in an egg, and the tale of Easter Island is a warning about how fragile our egg really is (the Easter Egg has always protected the truth, it's just that no one has been able to properly connect the dots).

The way I understand the story is that Easter Island used to be a glorious paradise, full of life, trees, animals, fish, fruit, and vegetables. The Polynesian people were the first people to settle the island. They were the birds who descended from the trees of the island. There were no other predators on the island, so therefore they were able to bask in all its glory and became human much quicker than the rest of us. Their god (or a bird with bigger wings) would lay an egg on a pile of rocks just off the coast of the island. All the people on the island would witness the bird habitually come to the rock to lay the egg, they prayed to this god and celebrated yearly when it arrived.

The men on the island, being inherently competitive, began establishing tribes. The tribes would witness their god lay the egg on the island. Each tribe's leader would select a man who they believed had the proper stature and build to compete. It was a race. The race started at the top of the mountain, they would run down the mountain, swim in the ocean to the island where the god laid the egg, climb up the sharp rocks to get the egg, make their way back down the rocks to the rough seas and bring it back to their masters who were still located at the top of the mountain on Easter Island (of course this was all done in the nude). Sometimes there was more than one egg. This was a very hard competition and many competitors perished in their attempts to win. The victorious tribe was the one who's warrior was the first to return with the egg to his master. The warrior was then sacrificed for the god, it was his and his families honour as they were recognized for their achievements and still are to this day. The victorious tribes (first, second, and third – depending on the amount of eggs on the rock) were awarded the privilege to create a Maori (first place was the largest Maori, and so forth). They carved their Maori's out the stone which was apart of the island, made sure to carve on a mountain side to enable it to be stood up with ease, made sure that the base was dug into the hill enough to prevent the Maori from toppling forward once they had their men and lumber set to stand the Maori up. But here's the thing, in order to stand these stones up, lots of lumber had to be taken down and used as poles. It's done with simple angles and leverage. Every year, the competitions' victors would stand up bigger and bigger Maoris, which used more and more lumber until one year their god (the big ass bird) never returned to lay its egg.

See, the resources of the island began to wear out, no longer attracting the bird/god (he went to a different island). This caused chaos in the tribes. The men started fighting with each other, no one could trust one another, there are even stories of cannibalism as resources became so scarce. So there we have it, the story of Easter Island (I think you can now see where I'm going with all of this.)

The story of the Lost City of Atlantis is the story of another planet (egg or island) who experienced life in an identical manner as ours. See, our god had met with the god from the lost city of Atlantis, they were very good friends and shared many similarities in the way they could communicate. They shared many stories about their people and the technologies which they were developing on their own. Many of the stories were almost identical, Atlantis was thriving at an alarming pace and they were ahead of Earth on their time scale. They quickly realized that their eggs we're twins and that there are many rocks of the same composure as ours in the entire galaxy (our god has yet to meet another god of similar descent who is at an advanced timeline in comparison to ours, this is why he needs more time).

See, during the big bang there was a massive split, and the lost city is another part of our rock which ended up in similar distance from its sun. Because the lost city was ahead of us with their technologies, our god was able to learn from their god. There is just one universal rule of the heavens (the people must learn on their own with the help of our father who art in heaven).

See, god speaks to many of us and has been trying to help us learn and grow with our new discoveries, but he can only do so much, he can only help us think. He cannot spell out the answers (our god does not understand how to read or write, all he can do is sense us and allow us to sense him).

There came a time when our god's friend from the lost city no longer returned to council. God's friends' signal had disappeared. God has learned many things from the lost city and has tried to warn us in the past. He has been telling many of us that we're not following the right path, but even he does not understand why. He just knows that his time is wearing down as he is aware of how long the lost city lasted for. See, he was really just following in the footsteps of the other god, and god has shared these stories with many of us. He's able to project his thoughts into any one of us, we just have to be open to receiving and interpreting his messages. Once his friend from the lost city disappeared he sent us a message.

The message he sent was received by many but only interpreted properly by Jesus Christ our saviour. Jesus understood that the end times were near. He began speaking to people regarding the changes that were necessary to progress and many were listening. His followers grew and grew until one day he was seen as a threat to the powers that be and we understand the rest of the story. But here's the thing, God made sure to create his son in relation to time (the beacon of the lost city) so that we could one day connect the dots if his son was to fail in his attempts to make people understand. Jesus was aware of the end times and molded himself through the will of god. God led Jesus in the only direction that he understood, and Jesus listened carefully. The sins of man are still being absorbed by Jesus in the heavens, he just keeps them in a box next to his bed. He knows who has sinned and who has followed the word of god.

See Jesus was obviously saved by god; he no longer has to worry. Jesus and all the other warriors who were sacrificed for the good of man have all been saved and all watch over us still through the will of god. He was able to hear their thoughts and preserves their memories for us all to remember. End of the stories.