Creation Myth
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.
Existence exploded.
Ahh.. Physical. Knowing almost flinched at the voice, full
and rich, rolling sensually across the vast expanse. Thought. It was
a pleasing sound.
Wait.
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.
And yet...
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.
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