Despite their use of the Language of Flowers to perpetrate a deliberate misnomer, the rulers could not vanquish the truth that continues to be manifest in the ancient pattern; the truth that lies dormant in “junk” DNA; in the unspoken hope for a return to the balance. A scintilla of the message has survived. It is understood by all those who love the name of the truth; who understand without recourse to words, the heirs of the Dissenters. After many many generations some truth remains in the message of the megaliths and monuments built by peoples long passed. Hidden within their patterns are the last few words remembered of the true Language of Flowers; the motif that had become so incorporated into every myth, the germ of truth in every story. Stonehenge is one of these. It doesn’t depict merely the sun and the seasons, but a relationship, a kind of alliance between those who recognized the pattern and those who tracked the heavens most closely; those who blossom and bloom, those who can sleep for centuries past long winters and scowling seas of time. Although it’s meaning, like all the symbols of the Flower People’s origins has been warped into a tale of ritual killing, the megalith was meant to tell a different story; the heal stone a stigma; the five trilithons, those enormous structures, the two posts with the giant lintel -, a gynoeceum, sepals, petals, surrounding the ‘killing stone’, an ovule. And more, much, much more… relationships; meaning upon meaning generated by and within the wheel of dumb stones. It is no coincidence that the number of the first land plants is five and that there are five trilithons in the ring. What have been termed the “Healing Stone” and the “Killing Stone” represent the Namer of the Flower People, a prophesy of the being yet to come.
It is no coincidence that the meeting of the Five during the Cretaceous period coincides with the emergence from time of the first proto mammals, the seeds of the Flower People. This was the dawn of the rise to dominance of the angiosperms. And descended from those first mammals, were not just one kind of being, but many, including those who might one day, as the prophesy transcribed in the Stonehenge foretold, become Namers themselves -, and not just Lesser Namers, but The Epochal Namer. We witnesses to their inception knew that even the greatest of the Flower People’s rulers were equal to the ruled in their inferior dependent relationship to the flowering plants, – the angiosperms. But what The Five began, despite the employment of all of the arts of their language, through the long tolls of time, they could not dispel. It has been a long struggle, and there have been truces, but ultimately, the false Namer, death, their King, lives. The true Namers sleep. The true Language of Flowers is forgotten, and the great imbalance threatens the destruction of all.
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