A pact was signed  in golden blood. Even before there was such a thing as arteries. Before gold mines were an idea. The pact. It was signed.  It was a declaration, a song, an agreement, a love letter, a screenplay. It was signed with the upstroke of an artist’s brush and the down stroke of a legal pen. More monumental than any Magma Carta, than any deed of land, certificate of life – or death.

It was a covenant, a promise, a rule, a law. It was signed before time. And when the deepest part of it was finished, the Author, the witness, the defendant, the musician, the lover, the one being that conducted the golden signing, he turned and breathed his breath into his dust child.

Adam, the son of God, sucked in the actual breath of God into his human lungs. Before he was even breathing his own air he was bond to the pact. He didn’t even know the pact was, but he was bond. It was as if by merely becoming he signed his own name in his own blood next to the Golden Signature of the Ultimate King. With the touch of God’s finger to his ribs, Eve’s name was added to the glorious promise, the only sealed rule that had ever existed.

   That is how we are supposed to have lived.

   So many people think they know what the covenant held. We think we know a lot of things. We became smart asses when the first bite from the knowledge of good and evil was taken.
So many things happened when The Bite was taken. A lot of strange things, some bad things, things that we will never understand- no matter how knowledgeable we are. But the most important thing that happened, before Eve swallowed The Bite, the first thing happened. The contract of golden blood was rent. Broken, null and void. The song of the world was twisted out of tune. The rule was broken; the law was broken. And all the hearts of the world were broken.