From Restoration Monk
Before dynastic Egypt, there was Zep Tepi… aka the First Time.
The ancient Egyptians spoke of it as a real epoch…a golden age when the gods walked the Earth, established law, built the sacred structures, and brought order from chaos.
Civilization didn’t rise from trial and error… I think it was inherited, fully formed, from beings who knew the mechanics of the stars, the soul, and the stone.
The priests didn’t “believe” in this age. They remembered it. They recorded it.
They revered it as the only time the world truly worked.In this age, the Earth was fertile, the sky precise, and the Neteru ruled directly…not through avatars or idols, but in the flesh.
They brought language, agriculture, astronomy, sacred sound, and laws of balance.
The Egyptian idea of Ma’at…truth, harmony, cosmic order…originates from this age.
Temples were not houses of worship…they were reactivation chambers, resonant blueprints trying to restore what once was.
The pyramids?
Not tombs.
They are locked machines from Zep Tepi, still humming with the faint echo of that time….remember the scans from under Khafre?
The texts speak of immortal reigns…gods and semi-divine rulers living for thousands of years before the first “human” king ever sat on a throne.
Same as Sumer.
The Turin King List and Pyramid Texts both document this openly.
But it all ended in cataclysm.
A great flood.
A sundering of heaven and earth. And the gods receded.
The survivors of Zep Tepi, the ones who remembered, became the priesthoods…guardians of broken tools and fading memory of knowledge.
Everything they built, every ritual they practiced, was aimed at bringing back that golden age…reclaiming the resonance of The First Time.
They saw time as cyclical, not linear.
Zep Tepi wasn’t just in the past. It was a state of being…and it could return.
They believed the right alignment, the right sound, the right memory could open the door again.In every Zep Tepi myth, the gods don’t fall from the sky like thunderbolts…they rise from the waters.
From Nun, the ocean. Just like the Apkallu, the fish-cloaked sages of Sumer who I love to talk about, emerged from the Apsu to restore knowledge after the flood. Just like Oannes, who came from the sea to teach mankind.
These weren’t separate stories.
They were cultural echoes of the same event.
Beings of the deep, of vibration, of water and wisdom. And we’ve spent 5,000 years trying to remember what they once gave us… in the First Time.
