"We Will Bring Down Your Dams" -
[2101: 'the Water-Bearer Comes']
Intro: I. “Once: Rivers so wide, Mountains so vast, pristine snows capped a world so
Fish - a million strong surging up rivers so mighty
A wilderness shaped by the Hand of God (Nature) and her children so free.
Freely given, untouched to roam - for it was their Home.
Forests spread shade & food, scattered to all Her creatures,
like a great hand scattering seed to birds....
A vast open plain, stretching to clouds on every horizon, life in harmony teemed- Buffalo,
herds a billion strong, the beat of thundering hooves, accompanied Her song...
For over 12 millennium they roamed free; not a river nor a tree, nor a
creature was lost, defiled or displaced. Looking as it had always looked. Living as they
had always lived.... The way God made it to be lived, shaped by her Hand...
II. "From Heaven to Earth They Came"
"When the gods spoke of 1 year, they did not mean one of 'our' years...
When 'they' promised to return, it was not to comfort us but to remind us"
The time on earth had been 120 years before, since they came, so the book said.
But it was not 'our' years they counted. We were creatures of the forests, the
shadows, who could not count our days let alone the stars shining above us... And from
'Heaven to Earth they came'...
After their image and likeness they fashioned us for many sars while they
counted, keeping track since they left their home...
And they told time by the stars in the heavens.
They molded us for their purposes and set us down in a garden of their
making. To tend the plants and animals we should name.
They wisely withheld the percentage that would make us their equal: "Let us
scatter them like grains of sand across the globe and confuse their language, lest they too
build a tower to heaven and become immortal like us..."
It was agreed that man should name all things. Whatever he so named, by that name it
would be called. But who named this 'man' -
"Homo sapiens sapiens" - strangely self-gloriously known as: "wise man"?
The gods gave us wisdom, but the Elohim did not grant us eternal life.
When the gods' year was almost out, they left promising to return - but they did not
count in 'our' years. They showed us what stars to watch and measure so slowly turning
over the course of centuries. How to mark its passage over so great a cycle and watch for
that time to come. It was the "Timekeeping of the gods" - But we forgot; for the gods did
not count in our years...
After a time and then a time and yet some time again, we forgot our duty to
count those years. We puzzled over the strange relics and monuments left behind. "Those
stones that counted the god's years. We fell asleep to the past and lived for today...
And IF they do return, who will they find minding the celestial clock, turning
the pages of that divine calendar? For we no longer count in their years.
The records now lost in allegory and myth. And an even greater myth made by
us, that counts "All Time in a Straight Line" - gradually evolving in accidental order
from past to present...
But those "stones" say "not so"! Nothing in this universe moves in straight lines,
so why should Time? And one of our own genius children said as much and tried to prove
it -- that Space and Time unfold in spirals of circles ever growing outward!
III. 2101: "The Return"
And when they do "Return" looping back in the ever widening circle that
crosses ours, (and probably crossed ours so long ago!), will they wonder at all that
happened in the year since they left? And puzzle at just who was really "minding the
store" while they were away!
The time is fast approaching (they named it aptly well), the "Dawn of the
Water-Bearer" -- likely coming in just that 11th hour (or perhaps we deserve not at
all!) -- In 2100, the new age begins... we did not remember when long-ago they came
and found a flooded world rather than a parched one. This time a dying one they will
behold. Will it be too late?
IV. Myths: Ancient and New
Today's New Myth: The "straight-line" idea of time, hapless, will be rudely interrupted. A
"sudden black-hole" in the historical record, (as we do not archive our knowledge in stone
as our wiser ancestors did!). All our technology, vulnerable, non-sustainable and non-
survival-able! Plastic and metal, broken and useless! Chemicals and toxins leaving a line
the sand, just as we study and puzzle over the lines from millennium ago that prove our
Clovis ancestors had just as little sense in their perishing world.
And to a dying, thirsty world, will the "gods" this time pour-down a quenching
burst to assuage our thirst? (or perhaps provided by the vicinity of their planet!)
V. After the Fire (the Last Whale, the Last Buffalo)
Once the maniacal killers left millions of skeletons, the sacred Buffalo savaged,
his remains beside every stream and watering hole. (yes, the children of the Clovis?)
Whose remains will we behold scattered across the dusty plains and parched river beds of
their ancient domain? Those sons and daughters granted wisdom (but not eternal life)?
Or will it be the Ancient Children of the Earth? The ones so readily remade for their
I fear all our bones will be covered in the sands of time, just above all that they
killed - all the species so obliterated - the last Buffalo, the myriad fish and a skeletal tail
of that hapless "last whale" just jutting above the hot, blowing sands...
The original "children of the garden" will emerge, some reborn and their first act will be:
"We will bring down your dams... tear down your fences and burn your
slaughter-houses!" Will they re-inherit the earth? The meek but brave, the reborn of life,
the children of Her Wrath! (if indeed there are any left!). If there are: "We will bring
down your dams crashing to the parched river beds below, running in endless white
sand-struck lines to the distant, ever-shrinking seas...."
Those you killed in your deadly rush to a toxic wealth will wait (in the wings) -
to reinherit the earth. They will wait for the "Water-Bearer" who will not share his cup
so freely or fully with thee, (no not this time!) - Like God comforting the servant
Lazarus, who once sat in want and hunger before your door (Luke, ch#16) He will
stretch out His hand to quench your burning tongue.
After ferocious fire comes the "Water-Bearer" and the long awaited rains to come...
And they will live again,
Life will begin again,
When, we will "bring down your dams"...