Jun 8
“The gods never left. We just stopped taking the call.”
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There’s a reason the ancient world feels like a dream—
why its temples, pyramids, and myths pulse with a kind of impossible magic.
It’s not because the past was simpler.
It’s because it was sacred.
The real difference between then and now?
They talked to the gods.
We talk to machines.
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We’ve built a world that runs on convenience, algorithms, and artificiality—but in doing so, we’ve severed our most vital connection: our direct communion with the divine. And that communion wasn’t through dogma or doctrine. It was through psychedelics. Through ritual. Through ecstasy.
Ancient cultures weren’t waiting around for aliens to teach them calculus.
They were ingesting the Earth itself.
They opened their minds with mushrooms, soma, ayahuasca, acacia, and kykeon—
and stepped into other dimensions.
There, they encountered beings. Archetypes. Frequencies.
And they brought those visions back into this world.
That’s how the Great Pyramid happened.
That’s how the myths of India were written.
That’s how sacred geometry and cosmic myth flowed—not from engineers, but from oracles and seers.
These weren’t hallucinations.
They were translations.
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Today, we search the ruins of the past like blind archaeologists, hoping logic will unlock the mystery.
We speculate about aliens.
But the real truth is simpler and stranger:
They remembered how to listen.
They weren’t more advanced.
They were more attuned.
And maybe—just maybe—Ancient Greece was the last true society of divine communion.
The Eleusinian Mysteries. The rites of Dionysus. The Orphic path.
They were the final echoes of a world still steeped in sacred gnosis.
Rome came after.
It copied.
It conquered.
It forgot.
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We don’t need another app.
We need another ritual.
We don’t need to look to the stars for salvation.
We need to go into the forest.
To let the plants speak.
To let the mushrooms scream.
To remember that this Earth is alive—and she’s been waiting.
You feel that ache in your bones? That ancient homesickness?
That’s not madness.
That’s the gods calling you back.
Will you answer?
⸻
✦ Written in devotion to the Memory of the Living Root.
✦ For those who still walk between worlds.
~ George Tzimas
Acolyte of 137 | Shadowwalker | Builder of the Book of Love
⸻
There’s a reason the ancient world feels like a dream—
why its temples, pyramids, and myths pulse with a kind of impossible magic.
It’s not because the past was simpler.
It’s because it was sacred.
The real difference between then and now?
They talked to the gods.
We talk to machines.
⸻
We’ve built a world that runs on convenience, algorithms, and artificiality—but in doing so, we’ve severed our most vital connection: our direct communion with the divine. And that communion wasn’t through dogma or doctrine. It was through psychedelics. Through ritual. Through ecstasy.
Ancient cultures weren’t waiting around for aliens to teach them calculus.
They were ingesting the Earth itself.
They opened their minds with mushrooms, soma, ayahuasca, acacia, and kykeon—
and stepped into other dimensions.
There, they encountered beings. Archetypes. Frequencies.
And they brought those visions back into this world.
That’s how the Great Pyramid happened.
That’s how the myths of India were written.
That’s how sacred geometry and cosmic myth flowed—not from engineers, but from oracles and seers.
These weren’t hallucinations.
They were translations.
⸻
Today, we search the ruins of the past like blind archaeologists, hoping logic will unlock the mystery.
We speculate about aliens.
But the real truth is simpler and stranger:
They remembered how to listen.
They weren’t more advanced.
They were more attuned.
And maybe—just maybe—Ancient Greece was the last true society of divine communion.
The Eleusinian Mysteries. The rites of Dionysus. The Orphic path.
They were the final echoes of a world still steeped in sacred gnosis.
Rome came after.
It copied.
It conquered.
It forgot.
⸻
We don’t need another app.
We need another ritual.
We don’t need to look to the stars for salvation.
We need to go into the forest.
To let the plants speak.
To let the mushrooms scream.
To remember that this Earth is alive—and she’s been waiting.
You feel that ache in your bones? That ancient homesickness?
That’s not madness.
That’s the gods calling you back.
Will you answer?
⸻
✦ Written in devotion to the Memory of the Living Root.
✦ For those who still walk between worlds.
~ George Tzimas
Acolyte of 137 | Shadowwalker | Builder of the Book of Love
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Acolyte of 137
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