The wise men then stole the items from the thieves, by proclamations of valuelessness. Proud of their cunning, they then took to learn of the items themselves. Because the items had not been gifted to them from the Gods, they learned more to their harm than to their salvation. Hence, they went back to the ancient house to secretly inquire of the owners thereof.

 

Not satisfied with the answers, they kidnapped the entire household, in the hopes of learning how the stolen items worked and, perchance, to use the kidnapped as bargaining tools between the Gods should they ever return. The elders of the house were tortured and killed in the presence of the children. Still no answers; still no bargain with the Gods.

 

A chief murderer among them devised a plan. “Keep close, watch and observe the children of the slain,” he said. “All the answers we seek lie dormant and cumulative in their genes. Let us create a name for our murderous selves and mask it with what we do know of their knowledge, which remains a mystery to us even ‘til now. Let our identity become theirs, and what we can make out of theirs, ours.

 

“Make brotherhoods and mystery schools from their works yet deny them participation. They, the children of the slain, first in knowledge, will seek us out. Then we will let them join us and, in the end, their genetic knowledge will be harnessed and made to our service. 

"Remember, my brethren, these things we do in secret. Let all public declarations be contrary to this. Make the seeking of the light, the knowledge and its power, appear evil and madness before the common man that he may never know the power of the light. Call the light Lucifer, Sun of the Morning, and they will fear their own history and source and avoid it.”

To Be Continued . . .