from the Book of Knowing
An unfathomably long time ago, before time was but an idea being casually mulled over, Knowing moved restlessly across the Great Nothing. Restlessness grew and soon swelled into a dull ache of boredom. Knowing sighed, spilling particles over the void.
Feeling, that's what would quell the never ending boredom. Experience. Duality. Physical. Another shiver.
Possibility rose up, flickered, expanded and contracted quicker than the blink of an eye. All that would come- cause, reaction, counter action- sent shivers over the void, setting particles dancing and colliding into one another. Fusing and forming... waiting.
This would be messy. Would it be worth the effort? Oh, yes.
Decision made, Knowing drew in a deep breath, closed in on itself and bared down.
Ahh.. Physical. Knowing almost flinched at the voice, full and rich, rolling sensually across the vast expanse. Thought. It was a pleasing sound.
And with that single command, creation held it's breath. Knowing savored this moment, savored the experience of savoring, relishing the eternities that were about to play out before itself. Unbound joy swirled in a fiery spiral, reaching ever outward, alive with twinkling particles quivering with eagerness to expand and be.
Yes, this would be worth it... this was already worth it, and it had yet to begin.
Universes hovered at the brink of subsistence, anxious for their awakening. Knowing drew in upon itself once again and whispered, Now.
Source looked out upon itself, the once empty void now alive with light and motion, and it was pleased. Stars blinked into form, galaxies swirled and collided, universes expanded and succumbed. Source felt the friction and the fusion, the creation and the destruction, and it was good.
Knowing had never been enough, and so it had birthed itself into form, into Source. How strange and utterly delectable to create thought, shape it, name it.. make it be. So much activity, so much feeling, so much physical.
Restlessness hovered at the fringes, threatening to spoil this triumphant coherency. Yes, it would all play out.. no stopping it now. Source thought to be content with this cyclic birthing and destroying and re-birthing of itself, but physical always demands the next step.. always demands more.
Source felt... alone? That was new. Knowing was always content with the All, but now it was more, now it was Source, and Source needed more than a unified All- Source needed the details. I filled with a great need to be We. A new thought was formed.
I will create in my own image, free of thought and free of will. I will pour myself into physical and will immerse in being. Source overflowed into the expanse.
Each time Source poured itself into physical, each time it's pure creative essence met the edges of duality, it split itself- two parts of a same whole, each whole part of the same Source. Farther and farther down it condensed, pushing through the hazy veil of separation into physical. More and more acutely it concentrated into matter- halves of wholes and wholes of All... And the Seed was born.
Pure Source, begotten from Knowing, the Seed scattered across all of creation, full of wonder and willfulness and so eager to experience. Forged in creative fire, gifted with the power of the All, splintered by the double-edged nature of duality- the Seed were the first Adams and Eves of the cosmos. The heavens were theirs to command, to create and to destroy.
Within themselves they held the powers of life and death, good and evil, love and fear. Their sole mission, to experience infinite possibilities, allowing Source to experience through them thus sharing the wonders of physical with Knowing.
They spawned worlds upon worlds, populating them with wonders and creatures of all kinds, but soon they were restless for more.. physical always wants more. So the Seed also created in their own image.
Now, gods of their own making, the Seed gifted their children with the free will they themselves so cherished, as well as boundless blessings of powerful potential, and gave them reign over all the Seed had conceived.
And thus the Tribes were forged.