But the imbalance has prevented the Flower People from manifesting a Starseed. Whenever the Council tried to name one, in keeping with our purpose, the Flower People would slaughter that One. Can you imagine? These beings sacrifice their own Starseed to one or another of their false Namers and for an imagined gain a boon which cannot be.
Betrayers, priests and kings deliberately perpetuated the falsehood that they were not merely vassals in the service of creation, but something greater than all others. And even though, despite their claims to the contrary, they did pass away, they live on in the heirs of their foul domination. Some among them still tried to preserve the true Language of Flowers, but they too, all but a very few remaining, have been seduced by the false Namers. Those among them who continued to revere the Namers, tribes of Dissenters, fled. They could not express the feeling of truth as well as the rulers could wield the arguments of language in the service of deceit; that their freedom derived from a kind of servitude but not service to kings, but of service of the whole perspective of collective life. Of keeping with the old ways, from not straying from the original Language of Flowers.
Over sea and land the Flower People separated as did the Pangaea before them. The Starseeds within them slept or if they germinated they were destroyed as recognized. Or hidden and subverted; but never permitted to grow into true Namers. Dormant and deceived the Flower People are a slave race. Their rulers claim the title of source of the powers of life and their appointed enforcer, ascendant death.
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