If God had something to say, why not say it to everyone instead of just to one person, a "prophet"? How are we supposed to tell one human claiming to speak for God from another?]/quote]
From what I understand, and I'm no scholar, but it seems the idea was that people haven't (or hadn't) yet been ready to accept the word of God directly so the intermediary of prophets were necessary to convey this to them. It sounds like God's message needs to be received as well as sent. The messages of many of the prophets have not been only to the faithful, but against the faithless, those who do not receive.
Thus God proclaimed: "'Behold, the days are coming,' says the Lord, 'when I will make a new covenant with the house of Israel and with the house of Judah, not according to the covenant that I made with their fathers in the day that I took them by the hand to bring them out of the land of Egypt, My covenant which they broke, though I was a husband to them,' says the Lord. 'But this is the covenant that I will make with the house of Israel: After those days, says the Lord, I will put My law in their minds, and write it on their hearts; and I will be their God, and they shall be My people. No more shall every man teach his neighbor, and every man his brother, saying, "Know the Lord," for they all shall know Me, from the least of them to the greatest of them,' says the Lord. 'For I will forgive their iniquity, and their sin I will remember no more"' (Jeremiah 31:31-34).
I had a dream about something like this over a decade ago. In my dream there was a big nuclear war. Almost all of the human survivors were children, maybe that was symbolic though. All the children shared all the knowledge and wisdom of all of humanity, like they could reference directly what some call the akashic record and were very telepathic. They were laughing and playing and quoting Shakespeare and the words and ideas that they spoke could be voiced from many mouths, like they were a play and all speaking the words of the same author. The war was chilling and horrible and ashes fell from the sky but the aftermath seemed strangely wonderful.
I wrote a 'poem' about it which is not very good but I wrote it right the next day and I've never changed it... hope you'll forgive me that it's a bit poor
House of Death
the house of death is prepared
all await the self proclaimed
lords of our destinies as they
contemplate the pushing
of the collective button
boom
all hail the lone survivor
child in six hundred million eyes
ashes fall and you laugh
with the voices of a multitude
the house of death is prepared
for the six billion. friends of death
flock round their consoles
waiting for a sign
look -
into my eye of truth
which is this heart -
look -
here is the sign.