The time has come, our return is imminent.
Any knowledge we imparted is lost. Advanced civilizations dead and our wisdom forgotten. Any lasting records are disbelieved, or assigned erroneous explanations.
We were there when the Great Pyramids were constructed in Giza, when the Mayans and Incas built their mighty empires on the Yucatán Peninsula and in the Peruvian highlands. We were there when the Anaszi shaped their cliff cities at Mesa Verda, and there when the Nabateans carved their castles in the sandstone of Jordan.
Records of our visits are etched in stone, painted on cave walls, yet disregarded as crude symbolism. Idols of gold and jade, of clay and stone, crafted by artisans as lasting homage are misunderstood. Indigenous tribes still celebrate our visitations, yet are regarded as primitive rituals and not reenactments.
Worshipped as gods, we were once called angels. We are your myths and folklore, your legends and fables.
Laying low, biding our time, we’ve waited for our moment. When you need us the most, when your continued existence depends once again on our intervention, we shall reappear.
We aren’t far away. We never left.
**Photo venue: Tennessee Aquarium, Chattanooga