The King of Cydonia

It was a beautiful, lush world, Cydonia. Water flowed in abundance in scattered channels that arose from natural underground springs, nurturing the plentiful vegetation that grew everywhere on the planet without shame, bearing fruits of every imaginable kind. The beings that populated this utopian habitat were a gentle, peace-loving race. Their stature was tall and lean, with dark skin that had a golden glow, almost as though their bodies absorbed the friendly, warm rays of the sun that forever gave them the light and the life that they cherished so much. They had long, black hair that cascaded over and down their shoulders, and framed the delicately chiseled features of their friendly faces and their large, soulful brown eyes. These kind people believed that all of life was so sacred that they never killed each other or any living creature. Violence was unheard of. Their diet consisted mainly of the sweet nuts and fruits that grew so plentifully on their planet and their profuse health and happiness was their reward.1

It seemed like a perfect paradise, this place called Cydonia. The Cydonians believed that life would go on eternally like this. The people peacefully and dreamily drifted through their days, like a never-ending wonderful dream that they took for granted they would never wake up from. They had their Temple to the Sacred Mother Goddess of Life, their schools and their homes. Everything flowed with nature and was a part of it. The Cydonians never took away from nature but lived side by side in harmony with it. Even death did not seem to dampen their happiness, because their religion believed that death was merely a transition to a higher, more spiritual level of existence. Their many pyramids were a reflection of this belief. Pyramids were the special places where people went through the “Transformation” when they died.2

There was one being in this blissful garden that was not so happy, and was deeply grief-stricken. He was the great leader, or king, of the people of Cydonia. He was very concerned for the well being of his people. He knew that a cosmic transformation was about to take place, and that this wonderful world and it’s people that he knew and loved so tenderly would no longer exist as they existed now. The king of Cydonia knew that something that he had no control over was about to happen. The special beings that studied the stars and advised the king knew about this. It was they that told the king that a large asteroid from the stars was going to soon strike their beloved planet and end all life there as they knew it to be. The king was greatly saddened by this, and he prayed to the Mother Goddess of Life that somehow his precious people would be saved and remembered.3

That night the king of Cydonia had an astounding dream. A lovely, white-skinned woman with long, flowing golden hair appeared to him. He had never seen a being with fair skin before! The fair-skinned woman was carrying what looked like a large, oval-shaped pearl. She cradled it in her arms with great tenderness and care. She told the king that she was the protectress of all life, and that she held in her arms a very sacred egg, a cosmic egg. This fair woman explained to the king that this special egg contained the life force of his people that was their very soul. She assured him that it was her sacred duty to preserve this egg and to take it to another world, where it would be safe and start life over again. She also told him that one day his descendants from this sacred egg would discover his planet Cydonia again, and remember and know that their ancestors once lived on this planet, for they would find the ruins of their cities, pyramids and monuments. The king felt relieved by what this divine being told him and was very happy again. He fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. As he slept he dreamed that the cosmic egg grew very large and opened up to him. He entered it and became one with the warm, white light that was its essence. The king felt a total oneness with and a love for his people that went beyond what he had ever felt before. He felt a deep understanding and acceptance of what was to be. He no longer was sad or afraid. Time no longer existed to him.4

The king of Cydonia never woke up from his dream. The asteroid struck his cherished world as he slept. His people were sleeping also, and they never knew what hit them because it happened in an instant. During the impact, a very small piece of the planet broke off and was expelled into space. If one could have seen the course that this rock followed over the next several million years, the shape that it had, and the mystery that it contained, one would understand a profound miracle of life. One would think that this oval-shaped piece of rock floating serenely through endless space for what seemed like an eternity and seemingly without a course, that it had no destiny. Yet, if one looked closer, one would know that this very special piece of rock, this meteorite, was being cradled and guided gently by some unseen, divine force. One would realize that this cosmic egg had an inner glow and a light of it’s own that it manifested, and a remote goal to reach what was its time and place.5

A billion years later, the conception occurred. During this remarkable event, a marvelous explosion of white light as this cosmic egg entered the atmosphere of its new home, the earth. It struck the planet’s surface, and a golden glow arose from that very place. At that instant, Life was reborn, and again, this mysterious cycle started its long evolution toward consciousness and being. Anyone viewing this miracle of life, would have known that this new home for the people of Cydonia, this planet called earth, was protected in the arms of the sacred Mother Goddess of Life, whose real name was Mu, which means “mother”. The place where the cosmic egg landed would always be remembered by the name Lemuria, which means Motherland, but that’s another story.