And so it was. That after the time of Air and Water acquainting with Fire and creating Earth. The time of creation upon the earth. The time of men and angels. The time of death and drowning. There was a new time that the Father saw through his clocks. The time of the godmen.
The humans upon the earth had swallowed the belief that theirs was a deity like that of the Morning Star. This had now become their intention in all things. To prove godship meant stewarding and protecting. In their constant race for control they found ways to protect those that needed no protection.
Always the humans found reasons for war. Whether it was a word in one of their texts or speeches, or the face of another before them, blood would be spilled to show the suzerain. The words of many became hollow and distrustful. The Water, the Air, the Earth, and the Fire watched quietly for millennials of time. They watched Father Time as he recorded each moment. At points they would become angry and become erratic for a time, but they sat silently in apprehension together as the gods of the humans made their war and their sacrifices.
During these times the spirits from other worlds saw a new opportunity. They grew the intention of coming down among the humans to interact. Some with a face of sincerity, some with an abhorrent face in white smoke. Some found animals that would assist, others took control entering obtrusively. All with their own intentions.
One Spirit sat and watched instead. He considered the Water, the Earth, the Fire, the Air. He went to Father Time and sat at his feet.
“Will you tell me the story of this world?” he asked.
“Will you listen until the end?” asked the crooked old man.
“I resolve.” replied the shepherd.
Father time began his discourse. He reflected each moment and each face since the beginning as he saw it. Not including any intentions of individuals, just the acts themselves. His words carried through many days, many months. Mother moon would give them light until her face was covered and speak when her face was bright. There they saw the story of the world as reflected through history.
“These faces, these moments, they are so beautiful and yet so mystifying.” spoke the shepherd, “I would hope that a face would appear that could offer a reflection of peace and humility. That there would be a way to share with these children.”
Father Time smiled. “Would you like to try something that has never been tried before?” Wow, he thought, I haven’t heard that said for quite a while.
Time brought the saint to the 4 Elements. He proposed his plan of allowing this Spirit to enter a child from the womb of a woman. They asked to hear his words and listened quietly as the Spirit proposed his plan. After many moments they all agreed.
Deep in the belly of the hard worn animal dwelling the sweat on Joseph’s face fell down onto the stomach of his beloved bride. Mary was screaming in pain, which was agitating all of the animals around them. Bellows and high pitched screams surrounded their small space on the ground that the oil lamp was barely able to exfoliate with light. Joseph felt the movement around him becoming more erratic. He prayed to the gods above that the wood would hold the beasts in place until the child could be born. With one final push Mary contorted her face and screamed as a new voice entered the dwelling. The child had arrived.
The moment the voice arose the rest of the sound dissipated. All the animal sat in silence at this new face that had just arrived. In this one something was different. There was a new energy that had never been felt before protruding from this little one. After a few moments the child’s voice became tender. They laid him down where the ox would eat and found each others arms.