This is the story of Salta, a planet in the brightest and largest solar system of the universe, the solar system of Hel.
Hel's life-spending energy gifted nine planets, but only one, Salta, the green planet, brought forth the highest creation of life, a human species, the Ikareens.
these were the final link of the gigantic history of creation and evolution.
The Ikareens were destined to reach the highest possible form of development and civilization, which can, by any means, be attained by mortal beings.
Salta was a paradise-like planet, and nature granted its inhabitants with immense wealth. No Ikareen suffered hardship, and a society evolved in which everybody was able to be content with his existence and happy about the gift of life.
Salta was such a beautiful planet, that even the highest spirits of the heavenly spheres would pay visits and stay there.
First came Kronos, King of the Light and of the positive powers of the universe.
His presence on the planet would later be described as the "Golden Age". Kronos disposed of the laws of nature, and under his guidance the equality of forces was preserved. But by and by other spirits followed Kronos to Salta: among them such that represented the spheres of darkness and the evil powers. These spirits began to influence the Ikareens in a way, that these started to develop destructive energies. In effect, wars broke loose, and an unbelievable stream of violence shook the planet. Systematically the human beings destroyed their planet, exploiting its resources and depriving it of its beauty.
The Ikareens interfered with nature and robbed it of its richness until Salta eventually resembled a desolate wasteland. This point reached, the spirits of the highest spheres held court upon which they decided to diminish the human race.
First of all, all spirits regardless of their qualities, were banished from Salta. They were sent to different planets of the solar system, taking a complete balance between good and evil powers in consideration. Solely Kronos withdrew to a distinct planet, which was marked by seven huge rings, that steadily journeyed around the planet. The seven Knights of the Light, that were assigned to the rings, represented an unconquerable bastion for every intruder and kept away all the evil powers, so that the wonderful might of Kronos spread abroad until eternity.
The spirits of the higher spheres sent an enormous meteor to Salta, causing an apocalyptic catastrophy: oceans flooded whole continents, volcanos erupted with all their force, pouring out their ardent masses of lava, destroying mankind's civilization. Nevertheless, among other races, the Ikareens survived the gigantic disaster. With them a new chapter of Man's history of the planet of Salta began.
Its older inhabitants remembered the "Golden Age" and informed their descendants about it; so that the memory of that time lingered on. With a warning voice they also reported of how this golden era had passed by, and how the disaster had been caused. Taking their own weakness and infirmity in consideration, the people decided to live together by certain rules and laws. In these they wrote down the sum of their experiences and positive ideas.
Some of the inhabitants realized that there would always be a constant fight between good and evil, and knew of the dangers for mankind, if influenced by this struggle for predomination. They noticed the steady fight between the powers, because the vibrations that the spirits transmitted, when their orbit crossed Salta's, could easily be traced in the way the planet's inhabitants behaved. The wise men also knew of man's self-determination, a power that could end up supporting the good or the bad.
A saying of those days expresses that the sum of man's deeds will determine the march of destiny for mankind.
At the wake of the new era, the books of wisdom were written. Among the thoughts noted were the secrets of the cosmic order, as well as a description of the long way that would lead the human race back to a golden age of light.
But, as time passed, the treasuries of these books were gradually lost and forgotten, and the era of Syton began.
New books filled with philosophical contemplations and others reflecting on how to lead life in an utmost way were written, but none of them gave an answer to the eternal question of the meaning of life.
The logical result of this fact was, that the inhabitants of Salta were unable to find fulfilment, peace and comfort in life, only relying on material values.
Eventually a society evolved, solely on a foundation of desire for predomination, for strife for power and wealth, which gradually led to a disintegration of morale.
Increasingly overpowered by greed, vanity and egoism, the inhabitants of Salta's inordinate desire for material fulfilment became their only measure for life.
Once again the planet was struck by wars and atrocity, having its origin mainly in mankind's esteem of unspiritual values.
To bring the seemingly irresistible moral decay to a halt, the wise men all over the universe called religion into being at various times, hoping that its commandments and promises would cause a change of conscience among Salta's occupants and their retreat to other forms of existence. In addition religion was meant to prevent selfdestroying notions and further senseless wars, regarding that weapons became so enormously dangerous, that all life on Salta could have been wiped away.
Though quite a few people took religion as a fingerpost for a new world order and as a hope for a better future, its force and credibility wore off.
After only a short period of time, religions's keepers and guardians recognized its power as an influence on political matter as well as on personal interests; abusing its once well intentioned meanings, and in the long run destroying a fountain of hope, salvation and trust.
Fear and moral decay proceeded to take control of Salta, endangering life in general by its negative excesses.
The powers of darkness realized their second chance to make themselves masters of Salta's inhabitants, and sent their ominous messengers to the planet.
The spirits of the higher spheres let them do as they pleased, provoking the powers of the light to react and send their messengers to Salta too, as they knew of the great danger threatening mankind.
Prophets, gurus, martyrs and ideologists appeared in large numbers, causing misunderstanding and confusion among Salta's inhabitants.
Inevitably drawn by the suction of the negative powers, Salta's fate seemed to be accomplished in a self-induced apocalyptic disaster.
Deep resignation marked by the fear of the terrors that the future would bring, indifference and unsteadiness grew among the inhabitants of the planet. "Joie de vie" was surpassed by fear of life, simply leaving no perspective for themselves and their descendents. They felt that they were on the verge to an age that would lead to a terrible end.
The age of chaos was on the wake...
Ion comes into this world.
On The Verge Of Darkening Lights
warming rays are shadowed by threatening clouds,
while hissing winds create the oddest sounds.
linked to the power and speed of a beam,
ion is cast to this strange and fake scene.
forced into an isolation, struggling for light;
ion rises to slowly take up the fight.
man's on the verge of darkening lights,
condemned to destruction's everlasting nights.
the memory of golden age's
heavenly powers slowly fades.
books of wisdom, highly honoured,
knowledges have long been smothered.
Point Of No Return
jubilation,
the dance and wine;
their screams and shouts,
once so divine.
rude and reckless
they turn the wheel
of fate and future,
though their view's concealed.
hesitation hinders
and takes its toll.
swaying and falling
with no control.
the avalanche
of no future
transcends into
aimlessness.
the foundation
of whole mankind
crumbles to a
point of no return.
hesitation hinders
and takes its toll.
swaying and falling
they lose control.
hesitation hinders
and takes its toll.
swaying and falling
they lose control.
mindless zoo of fools, a borderless, guideless mass.
they're amune to echoing signs,
thundering as in the past.
no one but theirselves as foes
to fight and handle with;
no one but theirselves in the way -
hesitation hinders
and takes its toll.
swaying and falling
they lose control.
mindless zoo of fools, a borderless, guideless mass.
they're amune to echoing signs,
thundering as in the past.
no one but theirselves as foes
to fight and handle with;
no one but theirselves in the way -
Mysterious Monolith
an awesome glow that shines through the sky
attracts me strongly like an obscure shrine.
strange magnetic object that i seek,
pulls me further up to its peak.
mysterious monolith, you hide the truth;
be my guiding light and be my proof.
tell your secrets, give me a sign;
disclose yourself, give me a sign.
mysterious monolith, you hide the truth;
be my guiding light and be my proof.
reveal all your treasuries;
give access to your memories.
there's no thought, unthought of;
there's no word, unspoken.
no wish, that hasn't been talked of;
there's no dream, undreamt of.
but still there is one question,
but still i see no future,
but still we hide in leisure
pretending we are pure.
you contain lights i dreamt of,
you hold the thoughts forgotten.
you clear up the skies
that seem dark and besotten.
you have the answer for
the meaning of our lives.
picture images
of an existence contrived.
we're lost in the labyrinths of
what seems to be and what is real. REAL
your old words of wisdom
though indistinct, still they are true. TRUE
mysterious monolith, you hide the truth;
be my guiding light and be my proof.
Queen Of The Night
my guiding star shows me the path
to gates of dawn that lie shining.
its signs and magic light lead me
through this labyrinth of darkness.
tempting me and enticing me -
the hour of examination has come.
i have come to crossing lights,
and one tries to blind me.
dark shadows try to lead astray;
shading and confusing me.
pulling at me with all their might,
they caress, and blind, and touch me.
pulling at me with all her might
the seductive queen of night calls.
choir:
escape the dark that hides and gives you a shelter and guard?
why confront sun's burning rays that will be your decline?
fate can't be questioned;
the cards have all been laid.
useless uprising.
surrender to the laws of man's nature,
turn back in time.
isn't the night the one that makes lifetime bearable.
play man's game
that eternally will be
useless uprising.
queen of the night don't poison me
with your scents that numb my mind and all betray.
won't give in to a reality
containing a being that doesn't satisfy..
fountains of light
will finally prove me right.
Sphinx
surpassed celestial gates of light,
i left the worldly spheres behind;
into atmospheres unknown
to the planet of silence.
ancient tales have told
of sphinx on his throne,
create an aura unique.
his superior mind ... doesn't need space or time.
pass through rooms of 'now' and 'past',
and leave the future way behind.
move through dimensions unexplained -
the palace of eternity.
wisdom's books i search
in these temples of sphinx.
pyramides of peace -
meaningless time ... no such thing as time.
quietly trace him slowly,
and finally i confront him.
he silently gazes with a piercing look;
i'm overpowered and struck by anxiety.
his charisma enlightens me,
his eyes tell tales i couldn't see.
sphinx is superior to my fate;
he motions me, though no word is said.
one last glance, he turns away, and spreads his wings.
slowly rising, soars up to the heights.
the brightest star yet seen comes into sight.
ancient tales have told
of sphinx on his throne,
create an aura unique.
his superior mind ... doesn't need space or time.
Carried By Cosmic Winds
i'm carried on by cosmic winds
like a grain of sand.
it seems as if some higher force
led me from the first.
but finally i feel like a part
of some larger plan;
i'm a piece of this puzzle that's
called the universe.
i still sense in urgency
to journey further on.
i have the notion that i've found
a start and not an end.
things i'll see and can't explain
will prove right or wrong;
and things i can't articulate
may well turn up again.
choir:
cosmic winds act as wings;
carry high - eternal rise.
cosmic winds act as wings;
carry high - eternal rise.
cosmic winds...
he who contains the light will see.
he who resists the queen will breathe.
he who asks will once be heard.
he who rests will be deceived.
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