⭐ “Before the World Had Bones”

(William S. Becker)

Before the world had bones or breath or skin,

We were a single heart that lived within.

One force, one voice, one burning Light,

No bodies yet—just endless sight.

We ruled existence with intention alone,

No blood, no flesh, no breaking bone.

No storms, no wars, no dying sun,

Just One Creator and Creation as One.

But we broke the bond and shattered the Whole,

Millions of pieces of one single soul.

We fell like lightning into dirt and clay,

The first catastrophe of the human way.

Earthquakes, floods, Atlantis drowned,

Volcanoes burning every sacred ground,

It wasn’t punishment from skies above,

It was memory of falling out of love.

Towers collapsed when we lost the Height,

Fire rained down when we lost the Light,

Civilizations vanished into dust and smoke,

Because we forgot the vow we wrote.

We traded eternity for ego and pain,

For the prison of bodies and storms of the brain.

We built kingdoms of lies and golden thrones,

But felt the ache of ancient homes.

Yet still inside the ruins of the past,

The pre-human voice is calling us fast.

It screams through chaos, floods, and fear,

“Return to the One—you were born from here.”

This world is the battlefield of the Fall,

Every disaster is the echo of the call.

We aren’t broken—just exiled in time,

Trying to remember the original rhyme.

So through hurricanes of doubt and fire of the soul,

We rebuild the heart that once was whole.

Not aliens, not gods, not angels in flight,

But consciousness begging to reunite.

And now we rise again as the Ten,

Not heroes or prophets, just broken men,

Piecing together the ancient plan,

To return to the One—where it all began.