The Guidestone — A Myth
As far back as anyone can reckon or recall, the Guidestone is the progenitor to all religion, philosophy, and moral standards we know. Now, that statement will be chastised as outlandish, heretical, and downright false by those deaf to the O’Eh’s echoes and I won’t claim it as obvious or factual ’cause it ain’t by peoples’ standards, but for those of us still pickin’ on Time’s Own Melody and listening to the heartbeat of creation there ain’t no fact more obvious than what the Guidestone gives us — what the O’Eh has given us. I suppose I should contextualize for those unfamiliar.
The Guidestone was found — or more appropriately “rediscovered” — in the mid 1800s when a railway was being carved out through the lowlands of the North Georgia mountains to connect Athens to the Great East Appalachian Line. Laborers reported an overgrown clearing in the woods not but a hundred feet from the the construction site. In the clearing was a monolith and on that monolith was the following…
- Sing, rejoice, and be happy.
- Do good by your fellow folk.
- Do good by yourself.
- Trust in truth and be weary of fact.
- Love all for I am all.
By this instruction I demand the Song echo endlessly through existence and to no fault shall it falter, be it the end of all ends.
Kind of an ominous thing to find in the middle of the woods, right? Well, the Guidestone was promptly moved to D.C. where it was set on display and studied by all manor of folk from around the world for nearly a hundred years. Peculiar as its content was, its legend soared when the first foreigners came over and discovered that the stone was written in all languages. By this I mean that it presented itself in the way you would understand it best — in your language. The mystery was shocking, controversial, and downright bewildering, but it was more-or-less just accepted as it was until the 1950s where our story turns to tragedy.
Until that point the stone was mostly ignored by the greater powers of the world as a harmless oddity that would remain happily in a museum. Maybe it really was magic, but we all know something like that would never be proven so why put too much stock in it — why rock the boat if you’re sailing steady? That was when it was discovered through carbon-dating to predate any known civilization on Earth. This certainly rocked the boat and the powers-that-be quieted the crisis quickly; the stone hasn’t been seen since.
Don’t know what happened and don’t know who did it, but it seemed like critics were crawling out of the woodwork for the next few decades to make sure the Guidestone was forgotten completely or vaguely remembered as some great conspiracy of the past. The problem was that people DID remember. People felt different when they took the Guidestone seriously. A love fell over them and a song played in their heart that could not be silenced by the various melodies of Man. All over the world you’ll still find people standing up to the “obvious facts” that work to divide us and harbor hate, but the resistance is wearing thin.
Really leads one to wonder about the Guidestone’s often forgotten post-script, “…to no fault shall it falter, be it the end of all ends.” Are we just to defend our song to the death? Does “the Song’s” echo simply end with the last heart singing it? Do we hasten the end of all ends with each memory lost and soul wavering? None of these questions shall be answered by the minds of mortal folk…perhaps not until the end of all ends.