[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":87},["ShallowReactive",2],{"layout-livro-chapters-en":3,"public-wiki-cat-deuses-romanos-en":33,"public-wiki-articles-deuses-romanos-en":44},[4,15,24],{"content":5,"createdAt":6,"id":7,"locale":8,"position":9,"slug":10,"status":11,"title":12,"translationGroupId":13,"updatedAt":14},"Good evening, Lanu. It is a pleasure to be with you again. \n\\\nBefore anything else, I would like to share a story.\n\\\nSome 4.6 billion years ago, the gravitational collapse of an enormous cloud of gas and interstellar dust formed our Sun. Less than 100 million years later, Earth formed, alongside Venus and Mars.\n\\\nAt that same time, another planet, Theia, collided with the proto-Earth, and from that collision were born the Moon and the Earth as we know them today. The Sun grants us life, and the Moon, with its gravitational influence, stabilises our rotation, the movement of tectonic plates and the seasons of the year, allowing life to flourish.\n\\\nIn this long dance between the Moon and the Sun, after 1 billion years, the first form of life arose on the planet. Another 2 billion years were required for life to begin growing more complex, as the first unicellular beings joined together, forming the first multicellular organisms, each with its role. From that point, life diversified and adapted to every environment it reached, until we arrived at where we are today.\n\\\nSome 2 million years ago, the first hominids began to walk the planet. And 300 thousand years ago, the first modern humans. The oldest civilisations of which we have record began to emerge only 10 thousand years ago, and writing, only 5 thousand years ago, following the first settlements.\n\\\n4.6 billion years since the formation of the Sun.\n\\\n3.6 billion years since the beginning of life.\n\\\n2 million years since the first hominids.\n\\\n300 thousand years since the first modern humans, and only 5 thousand since we learned to write.\n\\\nWriting arose as a means of immortalising the word, so that it could not be altered, and that its meaning would be remembered across the ages, even after the death of the one who had spoken it.\n\\\nOf all our history — that which allows us to have this conversation — we have been able to record for posterity less than 1.5%. The rest is forgotten.\n\\\nFor now.\n\\\nThe story I wish to tell is one of the rare ones, from before writing. It was forgotten for millennia. A story that began before the birth of the first gods and that inspired them. That brought them together and made them promise to use the knowledge they had acquired in the name of their brethren, to try to ease the pain of humanity in a hostile world.\n","2026-05-24T21:30:20.968102Z",4,"en",1,"prologue","PUBLISHED","Prologue","694846b8-5782-11f1-8100-0800277b2a86","2026-05-25T02:04:00.947628Z",{"content":16,"createdAt":17,"id":18,"locale":8,"position":19,"slug":20,"status":11,"title":21,"translationGroupId":22,"updatedAt":23},"My story begins in a small village, in the midst of a forest among the mountains. We were not many — our number did not reach 60 people. I knew everyone by name and considered them my family.\n\\\nOne night, I awoke drenched in sweat, after a terrifying dream in which strangers, their faces covered with red, white, and black markings, ran between our houses, brandishing their primitive weapons in our direction. I saw a kinsman fall when the stone at the tip of one of the invaders' branches struck him full in the head, never to rise again.\n\\\nI remember running through the chaos toward my home, searching for my siblings. My parents had left earlier to retrieve the fish from the traps set in the river, and, by the shadows the trees cast, they would not return for several more hours.\n\\\nAs I ran, I tried to understand what was happening. My mind was processing, for the first time, the terrifying experience of violence. In our village, we were one great family; we had never had contact with people of other origins — as far as we knew, we might have been the only human beings on the planet. But we were not.\n\\\nWe had no weapons; we were a peaceful people. We used small traps to catch prey, and we knew how to find food in the forest to supplement our diet. There had never been any need to fashion tools for taking the life of an animal larger than a hen.\n\\\nAs I ran, I thought of ways to protect my siblings. I carried a small obsidian knife used for cleaning fish, and I followed the direction from which I believed I had heard my sister's screams.\n\\\nI crossed to the other side of the village and found my sister fallen at the foot of a tree. She had a gash on her forehead, and blood covered half her face as she wept, calling for help. Two of the strangers were walking toward her — one carried a length of wood with stones bound on each side; the other held a long pole with a tip sharpened and hardened by fire.\n\\\nI found a stone at my feet and, with all the strength I could muster, hurled it at the head of the man carrying the spear. He fell with a dull thud to the ground. The man accompanying him turned around, trying to understand what had happened. Seeing that I was armed with nothing but a small knife, he made to charge at me, raising his weapon above his head to bring the full weight of those stones down upon me.\n\\\nBefore he could take his first step, however, my sister managed to rise, threw herself against his legs, and bit into his calf with all her strength. Blood began to run down the man's foot, and he immediately changed his target — rather than striking in my direction, he aimed at my sister's head.\n\\\nMy survival instinct tried to speak louder, giving me no time to accept what had just happened — it urged me to flee, to carry my body as far from that place as possible, as quickly as possible. But it was too late. As I turned to run, I found one of the intruders already swinging with full force, weapon in hand, toward my head. Everything went dark. When I came back, I remember seeing the bone — white, sharp, jagged — at the place where it had broken, where only seconds before my arm and hand had been whole. An intense pain. I began to grow dizzy; the world spun; a loud ringing filled my ears — and then I awoke.\n\\\nMy heart was racing; I could still feel it pounding in my chest, so hard it nearly hurt. But my hand was in its place, and my head did not ache. The sweat had plastered my hair to my face and soaked the bed, making me feel the night's cold all the more. It took a long while to calm myself and return to sleep — the day was already nearly breaking.\n\n---\n\\\nIn my family, little was said about dreams. Not everyone could remember theirs once the day had dawned. Most often, dreams were about finding a mushroom larger than any previously found, or about traps so full of fish they seemed about to burst.\n\\\nThey rarely made sense; however, from time to time one dreamed of new things. It was told that it was in this way that one of our ancestors devised the first fish trap — the very same we used in those times. It was said that those who remembered their dreams were children of the Moon and of the Sky.\n\\\nEven with some children of the Moon and the Sky among us, I had never heard of dreams like the one I had. Violence was not a normal thing in our village. In truth, violence did not exist. From the moment I was born there until the day of that dream, I had neither witnessed nor heard any account that could have planted those terrifying images in my subconscious.\n\\\nThat dream left a terrible feeling in its wake. Even after waking a second time, with the Sun already in the sky, that anguish persisted in my chest. It passed only when I found my sister laughing, running toward home with her bag full of fish for breakfast — then the entire memory of the dream vanished completely, the pain in my chest subsided, and all worry left me.\n\\\nFour weeks later I had exactly the same dream. This time, upon waking in the dead of night, frightened and distressed, I saw a light coming through the door of my room from my sister's room, where grandmother and the other village elders had gathered. Grandmother had been summoned after half the village was awakened by screams coming from our house. She recounted to our grandmother the dream she had had — the cause of all that commotion — withholding nothing, and at the end of that account, the village leaders were also called. The time had come for a story, an ancient dream, to be remembered.\n\n---\n\\\nOne of our ancestors had had a dream like this, long ago. Our family had exiled itself to that mountainous region on account of it. In the dream, she was pursued by a beast. She ran until she found herself before a river with a powerful current — she was completely without escape; she could not cross a river like that, yet if she did not try, the beast would devour her. It was then that she spotted a fallen tree trunk lying across the river, and with a measure of balance and luck, she might reach the other bank. In the attempt to cross, the trunk gave way, and she fell into the rushing river. That was where the dream ended.\n\\\nUpon recounting her dream to her family, it was decided that they would abandon that region, putting distance between themselves and the great river and the areas inhabited by predators. And so, from that time on, our ancestors settled in the place where we lived, believing they had moved far enough away to prevent that dream from ever coming to pass.\n\\\nNot many stories remained of the lives those ancestors had lived, or of where they had come from — nearly everything had been forgotten. Nevertheless, the story of that woman's dream continued to be told; not openly, but always there was at least one person in the village who knew it, and whenever the time came, it was passed on.\n\\\nIt had been foretold that, in the future, another child would have such a dream, and when that happened, the warning must not be ignored. For, just as we had managed to avert tragedy in the past, we might avert it in the future.\n\\\nShe also taught us that the imagination holds an immense power to influence our dreams, and that the experience of reality is fundamental to its construction. With this in mind, the better our reality, the better our imagination would be and, consequently, our dreams. Our culture and community had been designed to prevent children from having bad dreams, so that it would be possible to respond to the premonitory dream that would come at some point. She had told them there would be no time to waste when the moment arrived: the swifter their response, the greater the chances of escaping the imminent danger.\n\n---\n\\\nDawn would break soon; grandmother and the elders decided that as soon as it was possible to see the path, one group would retrieve the traps while the others would be responsible for gathering our most essential belongings. The news and the plan were shared with the rest of the village: we would set out toward the east, the goal being to cross the mountains. Beyond them lay a great river and a marshy region with an elevated point offering an excellent view of the surrounding land, allowing the behavior of animals to be observed in safety. The soil was fertile, easy to work, and perhaps some seedlings might take root.\n\\\nIt was a good plan. It might have worked, had the village been informed when the premonitory dream first appeared.\n\\\nMy parents went to retrieve the traps; my sister headed to the kitchen to pack what we would need to carry on the journey. I ran to the temple to gather the few things that were irreplaceable. But before I could enter, I heard the screams coming from the south. I was confronted with the worst: my nightmare was becoming reality before my eyes. Those strange men had found us.\n\\\nEverything happened as in my dream, except for one detail: when I found my sister with her deep gash on the forehead, she was not weeping and calling for help — she seemed to be searching for something, someone. Our eyes met, and her expression was one of fear, of farewell — and of resentment. Perhaps it was my guilt manifesting, or perhaps she had perceived my hesitation for a moment, upon noticing the difference between my dream and reality. Either way, we had no time for anything more.\n","2026-05-24T21:40:56.119883Z",6,2,"chapter-1","𒀭𒐕 - The Dream Before the Dream","6948515a-5782-11f1-8100-0800277b2a86","2026-05-25T17:00:12.410358Z",{"content":25,"createdAt":26,"id":27,"locale":8,"position":28,"slug":29,"status":11,"title":30,"translationGroupId":31,"updatedAt":32},"It was late afternoon and the three siblings were hunting in the woods. The time had come to stop, to set up camp for the approaching night. Without any of them noticing, an old man of wild appearance emerged from the shadows. When they noticed him, he was already one step away. Too close.\n\\\nHe looked at Yao and Nada, searching for something in their eyes, finding nothing. His inspection ended quickly, with disinterest. When he looked at Inanna, however, a strange smile formed on his face. A disconcerting smile, from ear to ear. He raised his arms in her direction and, before her siblings even had time to react, spoke, his voice breaking and his eyes brimming with tears:\n\\\n— Aurora! I have finally found you. \n\\\nIt had to be some mistake. She did not know him, had never seen that person in all her life. And, as she would think more than once, she was not Aurora.\n\\\n— You have not changed at all. You are exactly as you were the last time I saw you! — tears began to stream down his face. — Well, not exactly. Your arm and head are whole, which is wonderful, of course. But you are exactly as I remember. — he said, trying to hold back his tears.\n\\\n— I beg your pardon, but I do not know what you are speaking of. My name is not Aurora. There must be some mistake. I am not who you believe you have found.\n\\\n— No, you are not Aurora, I know that. I do not yet know your name in this life. She did not tell me, you did not tell me. She only asked me to search for you. At dawn and at dusk, to look for the first star that appeared in the sky and follow it until I could no longer. That, if I did so, I would find her again one day. — he hesitated, his eyes trembling beneath the weight of the years. He had not imagined this encounter would take so long to come to pass. — Sixty years following that blessed star. But it happened as she said: you would not remember me, but I would remember you immediately.\n\\\nI confess I was nearly on the verge of giving up my search, but she assured me that you would be able to explain to me what happened. Before that, however, I would need to make you remember, to bring you back to Olorum.\n\\\nThat word struck her full force, something inside her snapped into place. As though a gear had been set in motion. Something in her chest began to tremble, a warmth spread through her body. Before such an unexpected scene, faced with an impossible story, she wondered how words could carry such force.\n\\\nThe old man watches. He perceives the change. \n\\\nHe tries to speak again, but Inanna's brother intervened. Gently but firmly, with no sign of hesitation, she stopped him. She signaled for the old man to continue.\n\\\n— Every people knows Olorum by a name. Tao, Monad, the One, Param Brahman. There are so many, so many names. Each one of us, every living being, is a manifestation of it in this world made of matter. Our consciousness is an individualized part of its thought. Aurora, you have already incarnated in many forms of life and shall incarnate in many others.\n\\\nI knew you when you were still Aurora. In your final moments, you were delirious. An ancestral knowledge blazed in your eyes, a wisdom that had long sought to return and been ignored. In those final minutes, amid the confused words of one who discovers herself and the world in the most violent way possible, you asked me to find her. To find you in the future, in your next life. I needed to tell you this story. This is my mission. \n\\\nPerhaps this will be enough for you to remember. Perhaps not. I cling to the first possibility. I need to know what happened on that day. Only you will be able to explain to me why our people had to suffer in that manner. I alone survived, Aurora. My mother hid me behind all those baskets of fish as soon as the attack began. When I found the courage to see what had happened, I realized they were all dead. Blood everywhere. Only you still lived, by a thread, burning with fever and delirious. Since then, I have been searching for you. — with tears in his eyes, and after recounting that entire impossible story, he whispered — I have finally found you.\n\\\nInanna was confused. Not that she and her siblings were prepared to believe all this madness. But she was confused. She had felt too much when Olorum was mentioned. All of it seemed familiar from somewhere.\n\\\n— You are not going to take this old man seriously, are you, Inanna? — asked Yao.\nInanna ignored her brother. Even not knowing how to react, she could not leave an old man alone in the night in a forest such as that. She suggested he spend the night with them, causing indignation in Yao. \n\\\n— Tomorrow, in the light of day, we can speak more clearly. — she tried to close the matter.\n\\\n— Nada, why are you supporting this story? This old man is clearly deranged. I need someone else with good sense around here. His story has originality, I will not deny that. But you cannot think it normal that, after all this, I will simply be able to sleep with him at our side.\n\\\n— I understand your concern, Yao. — said Nada —  I cannot say that I believe his words, but I feel his sincerity, I feel that we can trust him. Let him spend the night with us, and tomorrow we will decide what to do. Do not worry: if he tries anything, I will be the first to resolve the matter.\n\n---\n\\\nThat night, Inanna dreamed of her sister. Or rather, of Aurora's sister.\n\\\n— Inanna — the girl called. Inanna made an interjection, almost saying that was not her name. — How do you know my name?\n\\\n— Do you prefer I call you Aurora? I know all your names: those you have already had, the one you have now, and also those you may yet have one day. After reconnecting with Olorum, I was permitted to know these things. — she hesitated, attentive to Inanna's eyes. — For those who are alive, reestablishing this connection with Olorum is not easy; it requires great effort, and sometimes it is only possible through many lives. \n\\\nBut for those who have already passed to this side, it becomes somewhat simpler. Knowing the truth makes it easier — I believe it has to do with a greater capacity to accept the condition in which we find ourselves.\n\\\nAt the end of our former life, you awakened me to Olorum. You managed to understand before I did and, even though we were at the end, you were still able to cast a line into the sea, hoping this moment would come. The old man did his part. Now it is my turn.\n\\\nAs he said, Olorum has many names; for simplicity, I will use the name you will come to use from this point forward: Anu. — that feeling, the sensation of burning in the chest, took hold of Inanna once more. — Anu begot the One; the One begets the Two; the Two begets the Three; the Three begets the \\\"ten-thousand-things\\\".\n\\\n\\\"Ten-thousand-things\\\" was the term used at the time to represent all that exists, the universe. That which we can observe and that which we cannot. Everything on our planet, all the stars in the sky, and beyond them as well. \n\\\nThrough nebulae they wandered, as though it were an easy stroll along a peaceful trail, while Nana — Aurora's sister, once the receiver — now found herself in the position of transmitter of knowledge to Inanna. Also her sister, across so many lives.\n\\\n—  Our consciousness comes from the projection of the Spirit, the consciousness of Anu, upon the material world, which, upon immersing itself in our bodies, gives rise to our Soul. It is an intermediary principle, connecting our human mind with the individualization of the Spirit. This occurs because within our brain there exists a structure that functions as an antenna, attuning itself to a few of the infinite frequencies that emanate from the Spirit. \n\\\nThese frequencies function as keys that restrict access to the memories stored in the Akashic Records*, such that only the soul itself has access to its memories — of the present life or of past ones.\n\\\nIn theory, using the human body as a vehicle of the Spirit to interact with the world as one desires seems simple. But, although the Soul serves as this connection between the mind and the Spirit, for the human, animal mind, constantly bombarded by its survival instinct, hearing the voice of the Spirit is not so easy. Life's experiences — suffering, fear, and hunger — have taught us to remain on highest alert to the senses that connect us to the material world. And so we forget to attend to the senses that connect us to Anu.\n\\\nThus, deafened too completely, people walk upon the planet without ever seeking to know what they truly are.\n\n---\n\\\nStill in the dream, they return to the camp. Day was about to break.\n\\\n— Even among those who can hear the voice of the Spirit more clearly, to correctly interpret the will of Anu, one must suppress the ego, so as not to allow earthly experience to speak louder when ideas become actions. Few are those who manage to act in accordance with the will of Anu, rather than serving only their own earthly designs.\n\\\nBut every human being possesses this capacity, for there is always a way to connect with Anu. There is always a way to access all this knowledge, the memories of our past lives.\n\\\nThis was the knowledge I had to share with you in this moment. You will need to decide whether to believe in it and with whom you will share it. For all eternity, regardless of the choice, you will question whether you made the right one. What each individual with whom you come to share this knowledge will do, Inanna, not even Anu knows.\n\n\n> \\* Akashic Records are considered an energetic library or universal memory containing the history of all lives, thoughts, and past, present, and future events, derived from the Sanskrit akasha (ether).\n","2026-05-24T21:40:56.127772Z",7,3,"chapter-2","𒀭𒐖 - Reunion with Olorum Olodumaré","69485dd9-5782-11f1-8100-0800277b2a86","2026-05-25T17:01:12.086093Z",{"item":34,"isFallback":43},{"id":35,"slug":36,"name":37,"description":38,"sortOrder":39,"iconAssetId":40,"coverAssetId":40,"createdAt":41,"updatedAt":41,"locale":8,"translationGroupId":42},22,"deuses-romanos","Roman gods","The Roman pantheon and the interpretatio romana of the Greek gods: Venus, Jupiter, Mars, Mercury. 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