totally riffing, fiction based on musings and readings and …

totally riffing, fiction based on musings and readings and observations.

!nb What if there are ancient awakening giants that are from the origins of humanity, here to help us - and they are real but only certain people can see them. People, non-giants, with certain awareness levels or perhaps templated from origin with the gift of seeing these giants. Maybe there was a time clock of sorts.

And a communication exists between them. The giants tell the people, the knowers, what needs to be done, and said - in order to awaken humanity to their lost selves. Like a script. The knowers play their parts, some appear bad, some good. They play the parts of humans that unawake people need to see - and be triggered by, in order to access the same power that the giants and the knowers know; that we are here as beings of love. War was just a brittle effect from fragmented heart-mind-body beings. We had lost connectivity to our whole. The heart lost its mind, the mind its heart, similar with the body and its loving parts: mind and heart.

But the time came, and giants awoke. And the ones who could see, saw. It was written.