We know history isn’t written, it’s rewritten.
It’s not preserved, it’s repainted normally by the victors in power.
And the ones who shine too brightly? They get rewritten the most.

Maybe Solomon never fell. Maybe his wisdom became too powerful, too untamed, too uncontrollable for those who wanted order through deception rather than truth. Maybe they needed to corrupt his legacy so no one would follow in his footsteps. Because a wise king, one who never strayed, one who understood both divine law and the power of man? That kind of ruler would be a threat to those who profit from ignorance.

Maybe Jesus had a wife. Maybe he loved, maybe he had a partner, someone who stood beside him as an equal, a force of divine feminine energy that balanced his mission. But where is she in the records? Wiped clean. Erased. Because a Christ who understood and honored union would have been too dangerous for those who needed a detached, untouchable figure. A god-man who could never be fully human, never be fully relatable. A Christ with a wife? That would mean love, family, connection. a different kind of power. So they rewrote him. Made him solitary, above it all, unreachable.

And Anubis? They painted him as dark, a jackal-headed deity of the dead, when in reality, he was one of the greatest keepers of light. Not a force of darkness, but a gatekeeper of transition, a protector of divine law, a being who saw through illusion. But they couldn’t let people see him that way. They couldn’t erase him, so they distorted him.
And then, the final crime, the burning of the Library of Alexandria.

They tell us it was an accident. A loss of knowledge, unfortunate but inevitable. But we know better. Entire civilizations, entire truths, gone overnight. Millions of scrolls containing the real origins of humanity, the secrets of energy, spirit, and power, and the truth of those who walked before us.
The greatest repository of wisdom ever known, and it just so happened to burn?
No.
It wasn’t lost. It was destroyed.
Not by time, not by fate, but by intention.
Because too much truth in one place?
That’s a threat.
So they took the wisdom.
They erased the stories.
They rewrote the script.
The righteous became villains.
The wise became mad.
The truth became legend.
Truth never really dies. It just waits.
And now?
It’s surfacing again.
The question isn’t if history was rewritten.
The question is how can we change the narrative on our own history to serve a more harmonious society for the future?
