*Scene 01* – “The Words”
Back when the world was new, in an age before the mind of mankind perceived the growing touches of death, the first two humans knew The Truth. They walked with Him. They were certain of Him and had no doubts about His Love, His Justice, and His Purposes. All things created by His Word came forth into a framework of Order and were judged to be Good…In the Beginning.
All things made were assembled by Him and consisted through Him, for in Him there was no separation of being for Death had not been born.
Together the first two were fascinated by their shape and contours of the distinct forms they were each given. And neither felt ashamed or slighted by those created differences. They delighted in both being able to learn and to touch, to see and to hear, to smell, and to taste.
They were clothed in shimmering light, for they basked in the radiance of their Maker, and could feel His constant delight in them, and His desire to reveal the wonders of all He had made for them to experience.
They marveled at the intricacies of the Worlds He had made for them and of the very ground upon which they walked. They wondered in awe of the lights cast in the Heavens, and of the stars spread across the great expanse of the night sky, to the tiny seed which sprouted to life and grew to spread towering branches in open praise to the smallest grain of sand upon the shores of the great seas.
And all of these experiences were placed within a sequence of winding time, to allow these self-aware persons to experience wonder and mystery, to learn and delight and perceive the progression of being given the gifts of growth and knowledge.
What they had not known–in the time before Death was granted entrance into their bodies–was His Mercy, the need for Redemption and the great lengths that He would go to bring them back to connection with The Eternal Life within Himself.
On the day in which they chose to listen to the voice of doubt speaking in the form of a dragon (tannin), and take the forbidden knowledge for themselves, daring to distrust the intentions of their Creator, they began to die.
The separation of themselves from their source of Life began immediately. The fruit of a tree forbidden to them planted lethal seeds in their bodies, minds, and spirits. It gave them an understanding of what it means to be separated from their Creator. The first casualty of their disobedience was the death of their inner spirit, by which they communed and felt the fellowship of their Creator. Death was born in disobedience and distrust.
As its dark presence began to work into them, the implanted virtues within their being began to revolt against its influence. A shadow began to encroach upon the light within them, and the glow that once shielded their bodies began to fade and strip away their radiant covering. The doorway within them, the inner sanctum of their personhood closed and contained the radiance of their spirit behind a doorway of death.
All they had left was His spoken Word. Words that still illumined a part of them. In time, as the mind of mankind felt Death begin to steal away its memories, they developed a record and a written language to preserve what was being lost and stolen from them: Their History, Their Legacy, and Their Hope.
The one gift that had been reserved to the Man from the was the one gift that would give Hope to his dying legacy: His ability to call all created things by their Names.
*Scene 02* – “The Son”
“Though thou hast sore broken us in the place of dragons, and covered us with the shadow of death. 20 If we have forgotten the name of our God, or stretched out our hands to a strange god; Shall not God search this out? for he knoweth the secrets of the heart.”
[Psalm 44:19-21 KJV]
“Father, I have killed my brother,” Kayin wept bitterly. He had been startled when a voice called out to him from the darkness, and then, recognizing the timbre and sound, he immediately bowed low, his face to the ground as his shoulders heaved and his body shook with the release of previously unshed tears. Face burning with shame and the salty sting of tears upon his sun-scorched visage, he knew he could not–would not–be able to look into the eyes of the man who had entered the circle of firelit from the shadows of the night.
The tall, powerfully built man stood just at the faded edge of the firelight glow. There was no mistaking the man’s form, nor the similarities he shared with his eldest son.
Adam’s voice had not bore an accusatory tone, but one that held deep grief mixed with a strong measure degree of relief as well. He had found his errant boy at last, and in his mind he recognized the parallel ache when his own Father had called seeking him with the saddening words, “Adam, where are you?”
It was the first time that the separation had been verbalized, and the shock of it had shamed him into seeking concealment as well. But there was no hiding himself from The One. The question had not been seeking knowledge of Adam and his wife’s whereabouts, for they could not hide themselves from The One. The One already knew where they were. The question raised had been one for Adam to ask of himself only, as he realized that there was now a separation between him and His Maker. Where am I? Adam was forced to consider its implication, and his conclusion was that both he and Havah were…lost, separated, unclothed, and exposed.
That realization had hit him hard, and he felt his first bitter taste of intense shame. He tried to deny it, but choked on its taste, and then…guilt…and excuse…betrayal and blame.
He knew the effects, and he knew exactly what Kayin, his son was experiencing now. A burden, a weight that humankind was never intended to carry.
Adam moved quietly into the circle of flickering light, relishing the warmth and the glow: vestiges of supernatural garments he and Havah had once wore. Garments that his sole surviving son might never know and experience. His two boys and daughters had once sat around campfires much like this one as he and their mother told them the stories of how it once was before they came through their mother’s womb into their beings.
It had all seemed so mysterious to them, and they wondered at all they had been told, of things they would never experience in their lives to come. The boys had seemed eager to hear and the girls as well, until…
Adam sighed at the memory. Children. How could such a joy be paired with such heartache? Eventually his own children had begun to doubt their words as well. Was this part of the curse too? And now this…
Adam put his hands on his thighs and gazed at his eldest son, still prostrated and hiding his face from whatever judgment he expected…and dreaded.
“Kayin, my son…” Adam began, his voice tired and heavy with the grief of losses that pressed upon his heart and mind.
“No.” The word came as a shuddered whisper, barely audible above the crackle of the fire.
“Son,…” Adam began again, but Kayin’s voice seemed to come up from the ground but slightly louder. “I can no longer be called your son. I am no longer worthy of it.”
Adam sighed, understanding the pain and shame of where Kayin was coming from, but he shook his head.
“You will always be…my son, Kayin. Nothing changes that. That is who you are. It is not a title you earn or lose.”
Kayin sniffed, shaking as fresh grief pushed through his body, still unable to face his father.
“I… I don’t deserve…,” Kayin started, but Adam moved to stand and circle the fire pit, his hand outstretched. Kayin saw the movement, and flinched, backing away. He could not see the deep compassion in Adam’s face, or the tears of compassion that began to spill from Adam’s eyes. Adam’s hand was lifted to console Kayin, but Kayin expected and believed it was raised to strike him.
Kayin raised up from the ground, his eyes averted, still hanging his head in shame, raising his callused hands, and dirty palms to ward his father off, and to deflect any blow he might deserve.
“Son,…”
“Stop calling me that!” Kayin sniffed in a petulant pout. “I cannot be you’re son. You son is dead. His blood is upon the ground where I struck him. You have no son now, for I have killed him…and as he died,… so did I.”
Kayin paused, his breath heaving, his hands raised to the sides of his head, covering his ears.
Adam lowered his hand, realizing that Kayin misunderstood the gesture and his intention. He spoke quietly and gravely, “I know, son. We found him.”
Kayin sniffed, and wiped his nose with his forearm, leaving a dirty stain across his cheek, from the grime and grit that had clung to his body and stuck to it in his sweat. He whispered, speaking in almost a mutter to himself, even as if he did not recognize his father’s presence, “I knew you would.” He drew in a shuddering breath. “The One always sees. Always knows. Nothing is hidden. Even blood turned into the ground, covered over. Blood still speaks to Him.”
Kayin turned away from the campfire and gazed out into the darkness, and up into the sky above, peppered with a vast field of distant stars.
Adam stood facing his son’s turned back.
“Come home, son. Your mother and sisters are worried.”
Kayin stiffened, but did not turn, still staring into the darkness. After a moment he spoke again. “Home?” he exhaled. “I have no home… no sisters… no family…” A sigh of resignation followed.
“You will always have a family. If you will just come back home…,” Adam began, but was cut short, as Kayin’s head fell forward, his chin on his chest, his hands over his ears, refusing his father’s words and offer.
“As what?! The one who slayed his brother?! As a helper in the gardens?! AS WHAT?!”
“As my son!” Adam said, moving toward him, but Kayin retreated and moved deeper into the darkness, farther away from the campfire.
“These hands,” Kayin said, trembling, staring through the dark at the outline of his own appendages, glaring, his teeth clenched. “Not only did these hands kill my brother, they are cursed now! Everything leafy-bearing plant I touch withers in these hands. I can barely snatch fruit from a tree and bring it to my mouth before it begins to rot in these hands. These hands bear blight and ruin. These cursed hands… they would destroy any food I touched in the fields. I cannot even help you in the gardens. Even the wood I gathered into that fire, it dried up in my hands, and burns enough to keep me warm as the nights grow colder. I am useless now. The only thing these hands do not change is stone. It is the only thing that does not change for me. Stone does not yield to the curse that is in these hands.” Kayin began weeping, and Adam thought it best to remain where he stood, rather than approach him. There seemed to be no way to console him anyway.
Finally, Adam saw Kayin lift his head and stare out into the darkness again, rolling his broad shoulders.
Quietly Adam spoke again, looking sadly down at his own hands, knowing that he too had used them to reach out and take forbidden fruit, “What will you do now, my son? If you will not return with me, what will you do with yourself now?”
Kayin did not answer. As Adam turned and look up, peering into darkness lit only by distant starlight, he saw that Kayin was gone.
“No longer will the ground yield good crops for you, no matter how hard you work! From now on you will be a homeless wanderer on the earth.” [Genesis 4:12 NLT]
*Scene 03* – “The Names”
Ancient Mesopotamia – 3,374 B.C.
Adam stood at the water’s edge watching the waves lap quietly along the red sand of the shore. The clay of the land, from which he’d been created and had been given his name, was now cursed and was slowly being covered by the pale sun-bleached grains of sand pushed up from the dark bottom of the seafloor.
Since being banished from the orchards of Eden, he had noticed that the waters of the great salt sea were mingling with the freshwater of the river Pison that flowed out of the source within the Garden that was now forbidden to them. The further away from Eden that he ranged, the more salty and bitter the waters became.
His grandson, young Hanokh, had come to him and had asked to be shown the place where he had given the animals their names, but he had to find it again to be able to take him there. He doted upon that child, and there was not much he wouldn’t do for the boy.
For two and a half days he had walked along the river’s shore seeking the place where he had been given the ability to know the names that should belong to each of the animals that crawled upon the ground and flew upon the winds in the sky.
But the river’s shape had changed and had altered its course and was swelling upon the banks with the rise and inland push of distant tides from the great sea.
The place should not have been this far, he thought to himself, but he had learned how painful departing from places he had once known could be.
Thinking of those times brought a mixture of feelings.
He sighed in a sudden wave of sadness and emotion that made his eyes wet.
Separation.
He remembered the night in which they had parted from the Presence of The One Who Gave Breath, and the immense sadness in the Words spoken to him, “Through blood, your offspring shall be born. Through blood, your body shall live and in blood, your body shall be separated from the life breathed into you as it returns again to the ground from which I raised you, for your Life is in the Blood. Your body is but a seed, that when separated from the Vine, must fall again to the ground from which it rose and be planted and buried in death. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.”
But he alone had been brought to awareness and life by the Power of The Breath. He had not known the full meaning of the words spoken that night until the birth of his son, passing through the body of his bride. Such joy and pain that night. And much further understanding came with the death of his second son, at the hand of his first, and then it was only pain and grief.
Pondering these things again, he fell once more to his knees and wept bitterly.
“Through blood, you shall live and in blood, your body shall be separated…” Adam whispered again the Words spoken by The One, who had loved them so greatly.
He remembered the night in which He had witnessed the separation that had clothed both he and the woman he called Eve in the death raiments of skin.
A Lamb had been slain. Its body cut in half and separated in a pool of its draining blood. The front half laid with its head towards the west and the back half lay to the east.
Both he and his wife were made to follow The One into the shallow red pool pouring out from the separated beast and stand as The Holy One fashioned for them the coverings of the lamb’s skin to hide their shame of being naked. They stood in and upon the blood that was shed for them. They took the skin coverings of the Lamb that was slain because of their sin.
And from there they were taken out of the orchard of Eden to the eastern land beyond it and behind them, the way back to the ceremonial place was cut off from them in a swirl of holy fire.
Great creatures stood in charge of the fire, clothed in raiments of light, looking all about with a covering of swirling pools of eyes that flashed and spun, amid a flurry of six powerful wings.
A river of blinding fire rose up from the flashing of their limbs and the rods they bore before them blocking the way to the orchard and to the Tree of Life that overshadowed the ceremonial place where the Lamb had been slain for them and for their coverings.
They had walked along the grassy bank of the river Pishon flowing out of the Garden from a spring originating from beneath the Great Tree.
But now. To see the fresh sweet waters of the Pishon, mingling with the salt in the Great Sea was too much of a painful reminder of all that had been lost to them.
His third son, Seth, he’d let his wife name. Seth was very much like him in stature and manner. He had grown so much and given him grandsons and daughters fair as their beautiful mothers. But it was the seventh son that had given him the greatest delight. The boy was so inquisitive and wanted to know everything that he could about what had gone before by talking with his fathers and their fathers.
But retelling the past, for Adam, was both bitter and sweet. It was, to a mind as clear and vivid as Adam’s, essentially asking him to relive every nuanced and painful detail in stories.
But the child so loved the stories, and Adam, loving him as he did, could not deny him that delight, no matter how much personal pain might be involved.
He had told the stories to his children, and his children’s children, and as long as he walked upon the world, he knew he would continue to do so, so long as they would still listen.
And those days in which the children listened had begun to change. The stories themselves began to be questioned. Their implications began to be twisted and distorted. The children of his first son, Kayin, began to ask him, why The One had driven them all out of the Garden for merely eating a piece of fruit.
Adam had tried to explain to them that it wasn’t eating fruit, which caused them to have to leave, but because of choosing to eat the fruit of the tree that they had been commanded not to eat from.
But little Hanokh, delighted in the tales and would rebuke the other children for interrupting his grandfather. He came often to see him and begged Adam to tell the tales again and again, and to show him some of the places where they happened.
Upon the eight year of the young boy’s awakening, he had asked Adam if he would take him to the places where he had named the animals and birds, and Adam had agreed to do so, if the area was still outside of the gates of fire. He asked the boy why it was so important to him to see that place, and the boy had responded that he wanted to see the marks the animals had made in the ground when each had come up to him.
The boy said he wanted to know the marks that matched the names they were taught to be able to recognized each animal that had passed on the trails where he played. That each animal had, not only a name by which it was called, but a mark as well, made by its footprints. He had made a game of being able to name each of his friends, who had passed him when his eyes were closed, simply by remembering their foot marks in the ground, and he wanted to be able to do that with the animals too.
At last Adam, rounded a bend on the riverbank and saw the place. The area was covered in tracks and impressions. Amazingly each animal had come to a stopping place as he walked down the line of the river, leaving their distinctive prints in the dried mud of the riverbank, and from what he could tell, not one of them had obscured the final prints of the others. The thoughts came to him, images of that moment in time, as animals of all shapes and sizes came forward to see what they were to be called.
Hanokh would be delighted by this. He had spoken the names, but had not looked down at the tracks at the time. Carefully he studied each one as he walked down the edge of the shore.
Yes. Hanokh would be filled with joy to see this. The distinctive marks should be joined to the sound of their names. Hanokh was right in wanting to do this. The marks were there for a remembrance. And if such marks could bring thoughts to men’s minds that was a good thing indeed. It was time that these sounds and marks be used for remembrance, since the children and future generations were ceasing to listen to the stories of older men.
If the children of Kayin ceased to listen to the old stories and faithfully teach them to their own generations, then the histories and the lessons would be lost to all those coming after.
The stories must be preserved, and he would do everything in his power to help young Hanokh to make the signs to ensure they always would be.
*Scene 04* – “The Legacy”
The name of the first [is] Pison[H6376 – “Increase”]: that [is] it which compasseth the whole land of Havilah[H2341 – “Circle”], where [there is] gold; And the gold of that land [is] good: there [is] bdellium[H916 – “Pearl”] and the onyx[H7718 – “Gem Stone” possibly pale green beryl or blue lapiz lazuli] stone. [Genesis 2:11-12 KJV]
Land of the Circle – Havilah of Gold – The Circle of Gold – The Crown.
Bdellium – The Pearl of Great Price
Onyx of Pale Blue-Green
(The gold of that land is pure; pearls and lapis lazuli are also there). [Genesis 2:12 NET]
—–Source Text—-
But the LORD said, “What have you done? The voice of your brother’s blood is crying out to me from the ground! So now, you are banished from the ground, which has opened its mouth to receive your brother’s blood from your hand. When you try to cultivate the ground it will no longer yield its best for you. You will be a homeless wanderer on the earth.” Then Cain said to the LORD, “My punishment is too great to endure! Look! You are driving me off the land today, and I must hide from your presence. I will be a homeless wanderer on the earth; whoever finds me will kill me.” But the LORD said to him, “All right then, if anyone kills Cain, Cain will be avenged seven times as much.” Then the LORD put a special mark on Cain so that no one who found him would strike him down. So Cain went out from the presence of the LORD and lived in the land of Nod, east of Eden. Cain had marital relations with his wife, and she became pregnant and gave birth to Enoch. Cain was building a city, and he named the city after his son Enoch. To Enoch was born Irad, and Irad was the father of Mehujael. Mehujael was the father of Methushael, and Methushael was the father of Lamech. Lamech took two wives for himself; the name of the first was Adah, and the name of the second was Zillah. Adah gave birth to Jabal; he was the first of those who live in tents and keep livestock. The name of his brother was Jubal; he was the first of all who play the harp and the flute. Now Zillah also gave birth to Tubal-Cain, who heated metal and shaped all kinds of tools made of bronze and iron. The sister of Tubal-Cain was Naamah. Lamech said to his wives, “Adah and Zillah! Listen to me! You wives of Lamech, hear my words! I have killed a man for wounding me, a young man for hurting me. If Cain is to be avenged seven times as much, then Lamech seventy-seven times!” And Adam had marital relations with his wife again, and she gave birth to a son. She named him Seth, saying, “God has given me another child in place of Abel because Cain killed him.” [Genesis 4:10-25 NET]
A son was born to Seth also, and he named him Enosh. At that time people began to call on the name of the LORD. [Genesis 4:26 CSB]
9 The LORD told him, “Bring me a three-year-old heifer, a three-year-old female goat, a three-year-old ram, a turtledove, and a young pigeon.” 10 So Abram presented all these to him and killed them. Then he cut each animal down the middle and laid the halves side by side; he did not, however, cut the birds in half. … 17 After the sun went down and darkness fell, Abram saw a smoking firepot and a flaming torch pass between the halves of the carcasses. [Genesis 15:9-10, 17 NLT]
*Scene 05* – “The What If”
What if humankind, before the curse of sin and death was intended to physically travel from their birth world through hidden portals to distant planets within the physical universe and establish dominion, not just on the earth but through these hidden portals connecting the planets? With no death, this might once have been possible. But the curse closed access to these hidden realms and hence access to the mountain of God where His throne resides. These portals might then have been gifting that mankind would have eventually discovered as they were fruitful and populated the earth, filling it as commanded, in full fellowship with God, had they but heeded his Word and not eaten of the forbidden tree. With no death, the universe would have unlimited resources, beyond imagination. In fact, they are banished from the Garden of Eden, where the Tree of Life resided, that might have given them continual healing, thus imprisoning them forever in corrupting bodies. Bodies that they could never escape and would find their lives reduced to a vegetative state with full awareness that no release would come, and they could never transfer to new form.
In Genesis 4, Cain killed his brother, Abel, because he was angry that Abel’s sacrifice of a slain lamb was accepted, and his field produce offering was not. After Can killed Abel, he flees into the wilderness and God confronts him for the murder and tells him that he will become a homeless wanderer, banished from the land of God’s Presence. Cain begs God for mercy, showing remorse for not only his crime but also from God’s presence, and God shows him mercy and puts a mark on him protecting him from those who might kill him for the murder. But Cain goes on to build a city named after his firstborn in a land that means “Wandering”. Both the name of the city and his firstborn son translate literally to “Teaching/Teacher/Lesson”. What might that indicate about Cain’s perspective after having been shown mercy?
He was still cursed to “Wandering” and relegated to living as a homeless, nomad so that even the city he built never really became a home for him, yet he left his wife and family there, basically fatherless. In his absence, his children and children’s children grew up into apostates. Abandoning reverence for God and ultimately in direct rebellion and open hostility to Him.
What if, in Cain’s wandering, he found a way to enter one of the few remaining portals as he sought physical access to God’s throne upon the Holy Mountain in grief, not knowing that once death entered a man, he could never stand in the Holy physical presence of God and survive it unless he was shielded by a Righteousness, not of his own making. And in this Mid-World, he offered himself as a sacrifice an altar, whereupon God placed His own “King’s X” upon him and told him to return to the earth and to his abandoned children to warn them against following in his legacy of violence. For soon, all portals to the gifted lands would be closed by a great flood to prevent further traversing of both mankind and supernatural beings from coming and going through these passages to corrupt all flesh.
Excavatia 