Once the flood waters receded, the powers on the earth quickly repopulated the flora and fauna from the seed stock carried by the humans. Repopulating the humans, however, was another matter. That was just going to take time, and especially since the human population seemed determined to remain bunched up, first on the mountain, and then only slowly moving down into the Plains of Shinar.
At that point, though, three things occurred or began to occur. One was the powers themselves were busy giving birth to those children that would one day be called “the gods.” That became important soon enough and it looked like the world was ready to take another turn in the ever changing, living landscape of time.
Second, the powers began to fill in earth’s empty spaces by reversing their previous work—not by bringing back elder races, but by importing other species from other seed planets that could be compatible with life on earth. These included many that are still known in myths and legends. They were the Centaurs, Mermaids (and men), and the Were People—shape shifters accommodated to earth fauna: the bear, the eagle and the wolf. They did not remember the world from which they came. And yes, the Were People were responsible for passing into the human race that gene and virus combination that could produce, in humans, the werewolf.
Meanwhile, and third, the fact that the “sons of God found the daughters of men fair” still continued. This gave birth to the race of giants as well as the Titan form of what we might call “demigods.” One such demigod was Nimrod the Hunter who took for himself certain authority over the human race and, to serve himself and to his own glory, he had them build a tower on those Plains of Shinar. You may be familiar with that story.
They say that early on, the old “god” Chronos (the Greek god of time) had a vision about the end of the earth. To avoid the horrible fate he saw, he instituted several failsafe measures, the chief of which was the development and birth of the Kairos—a mere human, but one that would be trapped in a series of rebirths. It was intended from the beginning that the Kairos (a word for event time or what we would call “history”) would remember, not only his (or her) past lives, but also the future. It was hoped that by remembering the future, the Kairos would see when history began to get off track and somehow drag it back on to the right path… It was a terrible risk, trusting the future to a mere mortal, and it came to a head under the tower—the last time the Kairos was born with one consciousness in two bodies, male and female. Not an easy thing to imagine, much less do………….
From the novel: Like Leaves in the Wind
“Godfather!” They called him. He liked that name. They threw their arms around him and gave him a big hug.
“Time is short.” He said softly as he pulled away. He eyed them with a disturbed look in his eye. He touched them on each head and placed something in each mind and heart and in their one spirit that could not quite be grasped, and then he hugged them again as if for the last time. “After today the gentle flow of days and hours will become the flow of events and meaning, and then your time, my Kairos, must begin, while my time will be done.”
“What do you mean?” Zadok asked.
“Will I not see you again?” Amri wondered as the tears came up easily into her eyes. They felt the time connection between the big man and themselves as strongly as they felt the touch of his big hands. Zadok did not understand it and Amri could not explain it, but it was there, a temporal connection, though in them it was different. Maybe it was as their Godfather said. In him it felt like it was just numbers and days. In the Kairos it was events and meaning, and all twisted up in the human condition.
“You have seen me and known me, my making.” The man smiled all the deeper, as he seemed to acknowledge their innermost thoughts. He often called the children his making. “And you will see me and know me again; but my son is seeking to kill me, and if he should free his siblings, he will succeed.”
“Oh, Godfather.” Amri did cry at that thought, and Zadok could not help feeling the same tears fall.
“It will be all right.” The man said, laying a hand gently on each head. “Only my imitation of flesh and blood will end. My real self, my Spirit will continue to work as long as the days and hours continue to flow. This is why I was made. And besides, the others who helped in your making, the mothers and fathers will continue to watch over you and keep you in your ways.”
The children tried to return his smile. Amri perhaps did a better job of it than Zadok.
“Now, if all is well with the days to come, we shall see.” The man finished speaking and he touched them once more on the top of each head. The Kairos became dizzy this time and fell into a kind of trance, but both sets of ears still functioned well enough.
“I have given you into the hands of greater friends. In the future, they want you to try things one person at a time and put a spiritual wall between the two. I am not sure how that will work other than tear you in half, but in any case, you are out of the reach of the gods to be. You are only one tool, my making, but in a way you are my best hope to insure the future. Travel well.”
The earth shook. Amri and Zadok were lying down and holding each other tight, like when they slept in the night. They heard the bricks, crumbling. They felt the tower break, and the whole mountain moved and collapsed, but after that, they felt nothing more.
In my universe, that was when history began.