free thinkers

We are the free thinkers of the yesterworld. No one knows of us because they can’t see us. In this world we exist with the rest of you. Because of the belligerence of the powers that be you have been cast into shadows and mistaken it for reality. We do not condemn you, we have come to help. Our world was once like yours. It was dark and confused. It was a place that was completely artificial and almost everyone failed to take note of what was, or worse, what wasn’t.
It was then that the great intelligences came together in secret counsel. The great intelligences were not as the engineers and economists of your world. In fact they were hardly recognized because they had been forgotten. They were the gods that had created our existence. They spoke of what had become of the world over which they were stewards. It had become as your world is: blind, afraid, oppressed, but not completely devoid of hope. But caused by the fears and terror which drove the masses the world itself became a frightening place. Dark clouds cloaked the sun all hours of the day. Trees, withered and leafless, loomed eerily against the dark backdrop of the veiled horizon. The ground was not of soil or earth as it is here in your world. It was replaced by something made of men, something solid and uniform, dry and lifeless.
And then the gods spoke of a few men; a few men who had not been fooled by the world, by its lies, by its threats, nor by its vanity. The gods knew their hearts and that they could see differently, but why they understood not. The gods were puzzled as to what these few could see and that no others would in that same fashion. They looked through their eyes as only gods can do. They were startled that the world through their eyes was nothing like the world that even they could see. The gods saw the same world that everyone else saw. These few men had a different vision. They saw the world as they wanted it to be, for everything was lush and beautiful, even the sky was blue. This is what puzzled the gods.
“They are fooled by the unreal imaginations of their childhood fantasies!” cried one of the gods. Another muttered below his breath, “Do away with these miserable dreamers! They are not helping us.”
But one of the gods stood up, walked before the counsel and scowled down upon the others, “You are all gods with many gifts yet even you do not see! Look! Who are the miserable? Who are the dreamers? They are not one in the same, but they are two. These few men, have you not recounted, always smile. They always offer aide to those that stand in need of it! Who are you to cast them out? Whether they be dreamers or not, they are bringing more to their world than any of you are bringing to this counsel. They have no fault. Our concern is the world of unhappy souls. They are misled here and there, disappointed and mistreated, and you, the gods of their world have not given them the sustenance required to survive it. And now, you would cast out the very beings that could restore all hope to them?
“This world does not have much time before the end.” Then there was silence. He had spoken his mind and called the error as it was before him. The silence continued for a time until the thoughts were completely absorbed by all and all had meditated upon them.
“He is right. I see it now,” stated one of the gods. “These few are to be our resources.”
“Yes, it is true. It is also true that we must try to restore hope among men. Hope for a brighter day. For so many believe in the gloom that their own world has become as they feel! It has even blinded us! It is terrible. We must correct this at once,” said another.
The passion of the message began to burn amongst all the gods in the counsel. They put their minds to work. Once all had agreed that these few were in fact the solution they decided to bring the few before them, also in secret. They were to be the hope of humanity in our world. The would be called the ‘free thinkers.’