This history of your world is understood by you only in reference to what has been understood by those who assign themselves to be the ones deciding for you what history should be. You don’t know your history, you know the metaphors for it, you know the aspects of it, but in fact what you are doing is piercing together a puzzle with many missing pieces and assuming it is whole.
You have all become so invested in looking at yourselves, deciding why you are the way you are and what you must do to correct what you perceive to be a problem, that you invest in all of the data from history that would support a kind of self-reflection that is ultimately a reinforcement of the personality and egoic structure.
If you’ve excluded God from the physical realm and placed it upon a cloud somewhere unreachable, you have affirmed separation. But when God is the tree, and the rug beneath your feet, and the man you see across the way, and in all those people over there that don’t do what you want, you will begin to understand truth.