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You will have to come back to this. The Cherokee have Hebrew words in their vocabulary. This would suggest at 1 time they were in Israel. They are the Ohalo Hunter Gatherers. The 1st Church. The Sabean faith. We will get to that, but lets go through the history 1st.

Chapter 3.4 – A Gathering at the Fire: Whispers of the 1st Church

The air was changing. It wasn’t the wind—it was something deeper. A shift in the rhythm of life itself. The elders felt it first. The hunters noticed it next. And then the mothers, watching the grain stores grow taller than the children who once ran freely through the open plains. The people had lived in balance for generations. They hunted what they needed. They gathered what the land gave. They moved with the seasons, not against them. But now, something was different. The land was still there. The rivers still flowed. But the people… they were beginning to stay. Walls were going up in Jericho. Not fences to keep animals out—but stone enclosures to keep people in. The surplus of grain had become more than food. It had become power. And with power came permission. Who could enter. Who could eat. Who could decide. And so, they gathered. Not in a temple. Not in a hall. But around a fire.

It was here that the people turned to a man known not for his strength, but for his wisdom. His name was Achak. He was of the Wolf Clan— Aniwahya, guardians of the sacred flame, protectors of the Law. He wore no crown. He carried no staff. But when he spoke, the fire seemed to listen. Achak had lived many seasons. His hair was streaked with the silver of storms passed, and his eyes held the quiet of someone who had seen too much to speak quickly. He was not a leader. He never claimed to be. But when the people asked, “What do we do?” they turned to him—not for answers, but for clarity. He sat by the fire, hickory smoke curling around his shoulders like a cloak. The wood was chosen with care—hickory, strong and enduring, the backbone of the tribe’s weapons and the metaphor for their spirit. Red embers glowed beneath the logs, the color of life force, of war, of sacred vitality. It was the color of the Wolf Clan. Achak looked at the faces around him. Young ones, eyes wide with uncertainty. Elders, quiet with knowing. Traders, warriors, gatherers—all waiting. He did not tell them what to do. He reminded them who they were. “You were born free,” he said, voice low and steady. “Not because someone gave you freedom. But because no one had the right to take it.”

He spoke of the Law—the kind that lived in the bones of the earth and the breath of the wind. The kind that didn’t need enforcement because it was already true. He spoke of the walk—not a rebellion, not a protest, but a choice. A choice to leave the walls behind. To carry the Law, not the ledger. To remember, not to rule. He spoke of the change. “It is coming,” he said. “Not because we want it. Not because we chose it. But because it is the nature of things. The walls will rise. The rulers will rule. But we… we will walk.” The Council Fire burned late into the night. No decisions were made. No votes were cast. But when the embers cooled, the people knew. The First Church had been born. Not from a building, or an altar, but from the hearts of those who chose to walk. Achak stood, his shadow long against the firelight. He did not bless them. He did not command them. He simply nodded. 

A young hunter stood first. His hands were calloused, his voice sharp. “They built walls around the grain,” he said. “Grain we all planted. Grain we all harvested. And now they say it belongs to them?” A murmur rippled through the circle. “They say it’s for protection,” someone replied. “That the stores must be guarded. That the land must be claimed.” An elder woman leaned forward, her eyes reflecting the fire. “Protection from what?” she asked. “From us? From the hands that sowed it. The land fed us all. It was never theirs to own.” A trader, older, with silver rings on his fingers, spoke next. “They say they’ll trade it. That we can barter for it. But the measure is theirs. The scale is theirs. The value is theirs.” Another voice, younger, angrier. “Then we take it back! We drive them out. Tear down the walls. Burn the stores!” The fire snapped. Achak did not flinch. He waited, then he spoke. “If we fight them, we become them.”

Silence.

“They build walls to divide. We do not answer with fire. We answer with memory.” “But they’ll grow stronger,” someone said. “They’ll have food. They’ll have power.” Achak nodded. “Yes. And they will have rule. But we will have Law.” The fire crackled. The debate continued. Some argued for resistance. Some for reclamation. Some for silence. But none for submission. A child, barely old enough to speak, asked the question that quieted them all. “Will we be hungry?” Achak looked at him. “No,” he said. “We will be free.”

That night, the Council Fire did not end in unity. It ended in understanding. Some would walk. Some would stay. Some would wait. But all knew: the world had changed. Sovereignty would not be found behind walls, it would be carried—in footsteps, in memory, in flame.

3.5 🧱 Before the Plan – The Bones Beneath the Mask

Inside Jericho, the manipulators gather. They didn’t begin with kings. They began with grain. They didn’t begin with myths. They began with ledgers. They didn’t begin with writing. They began with symbols. The Sovereigns walked with Law. They didn’t need rulers. They didn’t need records. They didn’t need belief. But the manipulators needed measurement. They built granaries. They built walls. They built systems. Inside those walls, they began to record. Tokens for grain Tallies for rent Seals for access. Symbols for control They didn’t know how to write yet, but they knew how to count. They knew how to track. They knew how to charge. To live inside the wall, you had to pay. Not in coin. In grain. Rent was not a negotiation. It was a requirement. The elite could read the marks. The people could only obey them. The carvings weren’t art, they were contracts. The symbols weren’t sacred, they were systems.

This was the beginning of the inversion. Not myth. Measurement. Not kingship. Control. Not religion. Rent. They studied the Sovereigns’ walk. They traced the beliefs of the old. They watched the balance. They saw the Law, and they asked, “How do we redirect this?”

💵Barter and the Origins of Economic Systems

With surplus came trade. Communities exchanged grains, livestock, and tools, establishing the first systems of barter. Trading allowed villages to specialize—one community might focus on cultivating wheat, while another might breed animals or craft tools. Barter provided an early form of interdependence, allowing humanity’s societies to connect and thrive. Yet, there was a catch: value had to be agreed upon. To ensure fairness, communities developed ways to measure goods. Grain became a particularly valuable medium, as a single seed could produce hundreds more at harvest. This abundance gave rise to the first notion of interest, where borrowed seed grain could be repaid with a portion of the harvest. Interest wasn’t seen as exploitative—it mirrored the bounty of nature itself.

Guidelines for fair repayment emerged within these communities, ensuring that interest demands remained reasonable. These guidelines represent humanity’s earliest attempts at economic regulation, showing how fairness and responsibility were baked into the DNA of early economies.

As trade expanded beyond small communities, barter began to show its limitations. Exchanging goods worked well within tight-knit groups, but larger networks required a more flexible system. Enter symbolic trade: items like shells, beads, and metal ingots began to serve as currency. These objects didn’t have intrinsic value as tools or sustenance, but their rarity made them ideal as mediums of exchange. This transition reflected humanity’s increasing complexity, setting the stage for coins and other forms of currency that would follow.

The shift from hunter-gatherer communities to agrarian societies was humanity’s first step into structured living. It was the beginning of a journey that would lead to governance, economic systems, and the Sage Kings who would help navigate these changes. For now, though, the people of Jericho and other settlements worked to find harmony within the abundance agriculture provided. While reckoning with the profound changes it brought to their way of life.

💰 Chapter 3.6 – The Money Manipulators

The shift had begun. Agriculture had brought abundance. Abundance had brought surplus. And surplus had brought storage. In Jericho and other early settlements, granaries rose beside the walls. Clay jars sealed with wax. Stone bins packed with barley. The harvest was no longer shared in the open—it was measured, guarded, and kept. At first, it was practical. The rains didn’t always come. The seasons weren’t always kind. Storage was survival.

But then came the question: Who decides how much is stored? Who decides who gets what—and when? The ones charged with storing the grain began to see something others hadn’t. They saw leverage. A single seed could yield a hundred more. So why not lend ten seeds now, and ask for twenty at harvest? It sounded fair. It mirrored nature. It was interest. And interest, they said, was not exploitation—it was growth.

They didn’t call themselves rulers. They didn’t wear crowns. They wore ledgers. They spoke of fairness. They spoke of balance. They spoke of the future. But what they were doing was redefining value. Grain was no longer food. It was currency. Trade was no longer exchange. It was debt. The Law was no longer remembered but legered. They began to tell stories. Stories of great kings. Stories of wise founders. Stories of gods who gave the gift of writing, of rule, of civilization.

The names were different. The rivers were different. But the stories were the same. Fuxi. Alulim. Hades. Each one a mask. Each one a myth. Each one a tool. The manipulators didn’t conquer. They convinced. They didn’t take. They measured. They didn’t rule. They defined. And the people, caught in the shift, believed they were walking into progress, when they were walking into control.

🧱 The Walls of Jericho, and the Birth of the Mask

Before there were kings, before there were myths, there were homes. Simple, round homes—built with clay and straw, nestled near the springs of Jericho. The people who lived there were called Natufians. They didn’t rule. They didn’t conquer. They gathered, hunted, and lived in rhythm with the land.

Around 9600 BCE, the climate shifted. The cold receded. The rains returned. And the Natufians, once nomadic, began to settle. Jericho became one of the first permanent settlements in the world. By 9400 BCE, over seventy homes stood near the spring. By 8000 BCE, the city was surrounded by a stone wall—3.6 meters high (almost 12ft), 1.8 meters thick (5.5ft). Inside it stood a tower, nearly 10 meters (30 ft) tall, with a staircase carved into its core. This was not just architecture. It was a signal. The wall didn’t protect from invaders. It protected surplus. The tower didn’t reach for the heavens. It reached for control. The Natufians had lived in balance. They hunted gazelle, gathered wild cereals, and shared what they had. But with agriculture came abundance. And with abundance came storage. And with storage came ownership. The wall was the first enclosure. The tower was the first hierarchy. Jericho was the first fracture.

And then came the stories. Not from the Natufians—but from those who followed. From those who saw the wall not as a warning, but as an opportunity. They began to tell of kings who ruled for thousands of years. Of founders who brought writing, marriage, and civilization. Of gods who divided the world and judged the dead. They gave these stories names: Alulim. Fuxi. Hades. Osiris. They were not memories. They were masks.