Kirito a Mayan youth.

Historically till the present age we have laboured in engineering, warcraft and art. Our people lack nothing and we are a people that have always strived to do more. Never satisfied with our accomplishments.

There is no hunger or want in our communities and we have accepted our baser instincts and emotions as part of ourselves but we are ruled by none of our base passions. Extremes are a weakness we Mayans are guided to conquer in are formative years.

Those of us who seek to compete with our neighbours in war occasionally meet to test themselves and the new martial ways we have developed in the art of killing other humans. Many die but the empire gains much from such excursions outside our lands.

Death is sad but has never been the end of existence but just a passageway to the beyond and though we may send them off, we do so with dignity and respect, never malice. For malice, anger and hate is a poison to the immortal soul.

This year 289 of us meet to go raid the neighboring Keto Kingdom for women and slaves. We expect to be met by no more than 2000 of them with clubs, spears or weapons of bronze fashioned by inferior artisans. Some of us will return, some of us won't, and through the entire process we will learn, be edified, live life, be more than what we are. Even in death we will have added to the whole that is the universe.

{DONG}

As we are about to embarked a sound like I've never heard permeates the air stopping the world in its tracks. It rings as if a toll has been rung and is heard throughout the Mayan kingdom.

'You as a people are ready to Ascend if you so choose,' It seems to say though no words have been heard by my ears.

We all suddenly understand as knowledge permeates our minds. There is more to this world than what we currently know, this world isn't even our ancestral home. We have reach a level of spirituality and learning that has surpassed all others in the world at this age. And thus we qualify to Ascend.

And we do, every single one of us. Leaving the earth with nothing but the clothes on our backs and the tools in our hands.

We Ascend to Gaia.

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Sway of The Indus Valley

We are an old civilization flourishing between the newly occupied lands of Persia and the old but small people of Kemet.

We trade with India and Sumaria. Our people passing on our learning and spiritual knowledge to the eager Indian tribes and already at a level of chakra awareness that rivals the Ancients. We in the valley facilitate talks and trade amongst the great powers of the world while staying neutral and enlightened against violence even amongst the great rivalries of power in the modern world. None of the pharoahs, kings and queens dare touch us for we have become vital in the flow knowledge and trade facilitating the enrichment of all the world.

We have reach a level were as a people we are transcending the language barrier through crown chakra awareness alone. Our people are balanced in their interaction with the world. Inner balance promoting outer balance as we practice the shudra of self taught to us by the elders.

{Ding...}

'You as a people are ready to Ascend if you so choose,' something says to my mind. I stop to consider this as new knowledge is introduced into my mind.

I am made aware of things I before had no concept of in divine apiphany. Realization comes and many of us take the path to Ascendance without second thought.

Some remain, speaking of what they have seen and remaining with what knowledge of our history they have.