I remember the land we lived in, where we were free to be who we were, live how we pleased, and there was an abundance of peace.
Where artists were artists, bakers were bakers, magicians were magicians, doctors were doctors, teachers were teachers, dancers were dancers, and we all did as we pleased in the way that was most natural to us.
We knew our gifts, and we lived through them.
There was no jealousy, no thoughts of how to monetise anything, and no one telling us we couldn’t be who we were, think what we thought, or speak what we spoke.
There were no concerns about where to live, where to get food, how to get by, or what to do. We just lived a joyful life, in the Utopia that was home.
It is true, that perhaps some other intergalactic beings passed through with high intelligence, and the concept of currency. And just like a modern day third world country, they deserted us, without really teaching us how to most wisely use their gifts and currencies to most benefit us.
So we forgot our truths as we clamored and scrambled and fought for the currency, tearing each other down in the process.
We forgot that it never was about the currency. That was merely a tool.
We forgot that it was never about the intelligence. That was merely a tool.
We forgot that it was never about the structure, the systems, the knowledge, the different ways of development. They were all merely tools, that if used correctly, could advance and elevate us and our lands.
We got so caught up in the struggle, that in the end we began to love it – to crave it, even.
And with this chasing of the struggle, the last thread of memory of who we really were, was lost.
The struggle, the bickering, the one-upmanship, and the absolute hatred became the new way of being.
The tools of currency, intelligence, structure, systems, and development, became weapons used against each other, instead of gifts to embrace and enhance the world.
Centuries later, a few people began to tap into their memories – those memories that had been suppressed for so long.
These people remembered who they really were, and saw the tools they had been bestowed there for what they were – tools for enhancing their lives and the lives of others – tools for enhancing the world.
These people decided to rebel against the blackened wasteland they were living in, and create a new Utopia.
In the new Utopia, these people who remembered who they really were, chose to live through their gifts.
Artists remembered they were were artists, so they created art. Bakers remembered they were bakers, so they baked goods. Magicians remembered they were magicians, so they conjured up magic. Doctors remembered they were doctors, so they practised healing. Teachers remembered they were teachers, so they taught. Dancers remembered they were dancers, so they danced. And they all did as they pleased in the way that was most natural to them. And they learnt to use the tools they were bestowed in a way that enhanced themselves and the world.
The uprising of the utopians spread across the world.
Finally it became the norm – for everyone to be who they are, and use their tools for their highest purpose, and the world could finally elevate as it was meant to.