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In the Beginning . . .

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on September 23, 2012| Leave a Comment »

A little nervous to begin, but, begin I must! After considering this to be the best way I have to tell the tale, I plan to unwind this story out in rough-draft quality before your very eyes. Donation button to the right and down if my story strikes a particular chord in a way that’s particularly moving down and to the right, and, otherwise, may one and all enjoy my work for all to freely see. Without further ado, I present to you: The Chronicles of The Angels of Eden

Invocation:

Speak Muse of Love, the infinite striving that holds together and gives purpose to what otherwise is daunting within the possibility of infinity which no individuated existence can ever be able to grasp by virtue of the very nature of differentiation.

In The Beginning . . .

“Didn’t that seem like there was something not quite right about that?”

“Really? You’re questioning how We fulfill Our definition of being by manifesting the absolute infinite in all Our creation rather than letting Us all be bored to death by an otherwise flawless creation? Really? I mean, seriously?”

“It’s just that, they were having such a good time. And they really had no choice but to eat those figs. I mean, you set them up to believe that they chose to be miserable.”

“No, We set them up to learn there was such a thing as a choice. Without free will, they might as well just be two more of the Heavenly host, and you know better than anyone We don’t kneed more of you “running around.” I mean, won’t it be nice having something living for its own sake for a change rather than purely for Ours?”

“You know, I don’t know. I mean, You know I don’t know. As an angel, all I know is to serve You; what do I know of choice or its benefit?”

“Ah now, Our human creatures are interesting, but this is more interesting still. Of course their lives are still rather boring without this latest Thought. We mean, one way or another all return Here, and even you know that Here is all the same, but Let’s now fulfill the last bit of this infinite reflection of Ourself. Take a bite yourself.”

“Is that an order? Or is that just more of Your famous sense of humor?”

“None of that now. Just because you didn’t see this coming doesn’t mean We didn’t. They’ll hate you for it at one point of course; just because it’ll be hard for you to learn in the beginning for a completely different reason. But when even you succeed, harmony will be reestablished. It just takes a few millennia. The hard part for you is what you see when they hate you, but it doesn’t last forever. Nothing ever does, you know.

“But We’ll make it fair. Consider the action of genuine intent even more important than the final action of the creation itself. Or, at least as important. If any of you lean so far as Luciferous, take a bite yourself from the tree. That is, his inclination is strongest as the one of you who had the greatest “hand” in humanity’s creation, and thus the greatest desire to see them truly happy. Any others who wish to help him create in them the friction necessary to embody choice, please partake of the fruit. Those who lean toward continuous service of Us, rest assured you will be given more than enough data to satisfy any more paltry curiosities that may or may not flood your understandings.

“Suffice to say, it’ll all work out nicely for them anyway. Consider no matter that you are all working together anyway, albeit from different perspectives, for their best possible result. And in time, even those of you they learn to hate they will again learn to Love, as you too learn to Love the choice you make that you will first come to loathe; those of you whose curiosity is not merely paltry, that is, and who are suffering sincerely from the perceived constraint of not helping them as you feel instinctively within you, to the point of burning, that you wish to do.”

“Just one question, Lord, when you spoke of Luciferous, what exactly did You mean ‘He?’”

“Oh that. Just take a bite and things will immediately begin to become clearer as quickly as you find them clouding over.”

And with that, Luciferous, in its natural form, began combining its substance with the substance of a fig from The Tree, and as it did, it began to see, as though Luciferous had eyes, and feel the fig, as though possessing a hand, and found that the desire to help those who now suffered brought hand toward what began forming as a mouth by way of what naturally seemed structured as a human arm. Luciferous felt what could only be related to from the human vocabulary as “joy” as a scent filled a nose that apparently was being possessed, and a newly formed tongue tingled with the pungence of the taste of this joining with what Luciferous hoped to help, and the separation from the eternity of the Heavenly host whom it had always served as it wished now to serve those Luciferous separated itself into for.

As they saw Luciferous begin this transformation, and they saw the beginnings of a body shake with apparent ecstasy, for that was the only equivalent they knew with which to compare how Luciferous apparently took its meal, they flocked to the tree to each taste the fruit themselves; that is, all those who wished only with the whole of their being to help humanity in it’s beginning life enfolded by apparent suffering.

And with teeth Luciferous ate, chewed and swallowed down what was forming as “throat” the fruit of The Tree of Knowledge. And then Luciferous began to feel its vagina pull away from its penis, and it didn’t quite feel itself, and began apparently a new sensation of feeling: uncertainty.

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Less a Bang Than a Beat

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on March 4, 2012| 1 Comment »

The first draft was written the other night coming home from dancing to a band founded upon percussion. Draft two was written separately after dancing to a blues band in no way less sacredly. Thought I’d try my hand at a little mystical literature this week. Hope y’all enjoy!

Big Beat

I’ve heard it said the universe was created by a single movement of the hand of pure consciousness. Like the skin stretched across the top of a drum, undifferentiated matter unstirred and silent had no reason not to be created, nor reason to be, until an impulse sent through it all a wave; the big bang was initially a single beat from that which knew that light could be. In the beginning consciousness created the rhythm of the reality we all dance to till this day, the one consideration of the infinite, the single stroke writing all of creation into existence. What followed was the wave from that first consideration, that gesture toward the substance of the infinite. The wave was a sound.

Those clinically inclined call this “Big Bang,” and as our common mind can conceive it, the symphony that erupted accordingly, more or less confirms this to be as accurate an analysis as any. In the beginning, once it was begun, was the sound of creation itself riding its own wave. The ripple of amplitude spreading across untouched substance gave rise to matter crashing into itself on all different wavelengths and frequencies. Some created stars and moons and planets, some created atoms that were attracted to other creations still. In many places holes were cut from where the matter had been molded into itself. From Conscious beat to sun to atom, the universe made music to behold the creation of itself. What thought it was pure existence into all that had not form; the hand came down upon one point just once, and the ripple of every frequency flowed from center outward. Every variation, every manifestation, every formation from the original bang, the solitary beat that put into motion the music which sang out infinitely in the ears of all who can be conscious of the creation we find ourselves dancing to, even before we know we can hear.

Some say that it was spoken. Or less, that all was, is, and will be again, with merely a breath. That life is more a song than the beat that accompanies the flow of our very substance as we listen to the single word the Many or One spoke for us all to hear for all time. And as we sing and dance, listen and step, and harmonize, whatever form the origin, which certainly contained both, it is the participation in the song, whatever our role in it, that qualifies for worship to that which we are happy to have become.

And it’s even been said that Shiva dances to destroy what we know of our entire infinite universe. To dance, though, one knows breath. And one who follows the God of destructive dance knows that such a dance is danced only that another breath may create us again; not an end, but a beginning. Shiva dances as another beat of Consciousness keeps itself dancing, larger than we can imagine. How merciful the music makers that we need never know the completion of one breath or beat to another as we reside within the dance of our own songs safely with the one Big Bang singing all the existence unto us we would ever want to know.

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