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DJED

How many places havE

YOU

Stood, and under whaT

SKIES

Have you held out youR

ARMS

To welcome your childreN

AND GUIDE

THEM

BACK

HOME

AMONG

THE STARS

We’ve searched our Airports and we found the Backbone of your Beloved.

It is time to dry your tears, O Mother Isis!

From the deep and secret places of our human brains, we’ve retrieved many repetitive patterns and we are giving them function, by shaping and assembling them, to be our Guides during the long journey of the "Return."

First we built Towers near the Oceans. Then we added branches and now, the entire Tree is filled with people who speak in many languages and give the Silver Birds their directions upon leaving the Earth for the Skies, or returning to land from beyond the clouds. We’ve used that very design for centuries.

In the Ancient Land, we’ve painted it at the bottom of our coffins for our final voyage. We even wore it around our necks for stability and regenerative power. We didn’t understand its usage at the time, but we kept it for our Future. We felt your sadness, O Mother Isis, every time we looked at the Stars reflected on the waters of the Earth. Did that profound ancestral longing finally meet the hope of seeing his welcoming arms, and hear his many voices directing us for a safe landing...somewhere... beyond this Star?