The lost story

Once upon a time, there was a planet on the farthest end of the galaxy. This planet was strange in the strangest of ways. Such is written in the books today.

There lived on the planet women and men. Each woman had an equal of four men to herself. Such was the planet. The women’s brains had powerful right hemispheres that were holistic and iconic. With that power they realized they could control everything and anything on their planet – even their counterparts who belonged to the same species and were physically larger and stronger when fully grown, but their brains’ predominantly masculine left hemispheres were linear and abstract which rendered them very low in emotional intelligence and almost always single-tasking.

The women were queens and stateswomen, the rulers and matriarchs. They were emotionally intelligent, multi-tasking, brave, charming and possessed phenomenal heights of pain threshold. This helped them conquer their planet and rule over all men and animals despite the one fact that they were smaller and physically less strong than their men.

Their men … the men were theirs. The men belonged to the women, physically, mentally and spiritually because the women had argued satisfactorily that every giver of life was female – the earth, clouds, water, and the one and almighty Goddess.

The men were the caretakers of their homes, for that is where they belonged. There couldn’t be any other intelligent alternative. See, the women, who had greater pain threshold and were thus internally stronger, had proven scientifically that they were indeed stronger in mind and body. The weak and unhealthy fetuses that were aborted naturally were in 90% of the cases, male. The male were internally weaker, had greater chances of being unhealthy, and died sooner.

They also could not give birth – a severe bodily handicap on their part. That honour resided solely with the women who were capable of nurturing a child in the flesh and even creating a life-sustaining organ inside their bodies. They were the Inanna.

These people had very strange values. That is what is said today. Their gender roles were based on rules of intercourse. And the ‘doer’ was never male for his prowess was neither complex nor developed. You see, while we today think that power lies with the man who is the ‘doer’ and ‘implanter’, these highly advanced beings thought otherwise. The woman had the power to ‘envelope’ and ‘devour’; she had heightened senses and complex dexterity. Above all, she was the one who carried the magnificent power to procreate. Being the host to the male seed, she was the only one who decided towards whom she wanted to be hospitable and how many times she wanted to marry.

The woman was the matriarch and her consort was always smaller, younger, and weaker than her. He was a lover who was easily dispensable and was often cast off after he had accomplished his duties of impregnation.

Every end of procreation term, she disappeared into the mountainous caves and returned some days later with the baby. The baby that she had created, developed and brought forth. It was believed that her husbands could not witness the birth because they did not even have the strength to watch the mighty act of birthing. While the women stayed in the caves to complete the birthing process, men held vigils praying to the Great Goddess to grant them daughters for obviously every parent wished for the child who could control rather than be controlled. Wishing for a boy meant wishing for life-long worry. A boy had to be infantilized, nurtured, and protected for his honour. His honour meant the family’s honour and if he dishonoured his family, he was severely punished by the matriarch of the clan.

Thus, with her sexual power, high emotional intelligence, multi-tasking capabilities, heightened pain threshold and inner physical strength she calculatingly over-powered, enveloped and devoured the man who was simple and linear. While she went out to hunt and bring home the prey, he was asked to put his outer strength to clean his home and the family’s belongings. She hunted, he cooked. She gave birth, he brought them up. She build the house, he kept it in order. She proposed, he accepted. And when she divorced him, he complied.

But then one day, the original matriarch of the planet made a serious mistake. She allowed one of her husbands to hunt for food and being naïve that he was, he hunted the sacred doe; the doe of Mother Nature. That was a grave sin in the eyes of all the matriarchs and the Great Goddess. It was a sin which could not be pardoned and as punishment he was sent to planet Earth along with a much repentant original matriarch.

On his way to Earth, he was given The Book of Code by the Great Goddess. He had never read a book before. All he knew was images which were mainly understood by the matriarchs. The written word was more abstract but still easily understood by the man. He read it and understood it, but then he interpreted it for his matriarch to be understood by her.

The first thing he interpreted as he pleased was to give himself a name. He called himself, Adam. And the rest is like we say, history.

Images taken from here.