Days of Honey


When the sun rose once again it was more than a new dawn for the world. A new order, a new era had begun.

And it was time.

We from whom the stars were seeded were sent to earth to walk amongst you. We wore flesh like a garment, clothing our immanence, choosing the limitation of your little lives as our place of working.

The people were nomads, chasing subsistence where the water rose and the animals ran. We could do nothing with them except seek them across the desert. How were we to teach them if they could not stay still? How could they listen if their days were taken by their need for survival? Indeed, we saw such violence and starvation in that arid land that even the gods wept.

It was a problem.

Famine and war had raped the earth and the people were little more than savages. The rivers were thin muddied streams and the wells had run dry. Animals died and were consumed and when all had been eaten you began to consume yourselves. Hooks were let down to catch the unwary like fish and they were slaughtered and eaten. Parents ate their babes and the graves of the dead were plundered for meat.

Yet we knew that upon the earth all things are perfect if only one has eyes to see. And see we did.

It was into this land that we came, my husband and I. The fertile lands? No, here there was little more than desert and desolation.

We called upon Tefnut who sent the rains and upon Hapi to release the floodwaters. We walked the lands, Osiris and I, teaching the people who were brutish and uncultured, knowing nothing more.

Slowly the land came back to life, edging the banks of the Nile in verdant abundance and the people learned how to laugh once more.

I gathered seeds of wild wheat and barley and brought them to Osiris. When Hapi’s flood receded we planted them in the fertile mud, tended them and watched them grow. The people were curious and came to see what strange thing we were doing.

When the season turned we harvested the grain and showed those who watched us how to separate the good grain from the chaff on the threshing floor. We taught them the use of the quern to grind the grain into flour. Many came, following the aroma of freshly baked bread as it wafted for the first time across our land.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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9 Responses to Days of Honey

  1. Pingback: Days of Honey — Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo « strangegoingsonintheshed

  2. Jordan says:

    Gorgeous! A righteous telling of the story of our heritage. Thank you for reposting not sure how I missed this one. Picking up a copy for sure!


  3. janmalique says:

    Reblogged this, wonderful telling of an ancient story.

    Liked by 1 person

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