In the beginning there existed only one. A being of pure consciousness who keeps the perfection of all things that ever were are or will be. For time immeasurable they slept. Listlessly drifting in the void; knowing only the infinite, ethereal depths of the dream within which they dwelt.
Slowly they awakened to that which they had not before known. A paroxysm of awareness ricocheted through their being, leaving at their core a prism of knowing. Their awakening resonated into the darkness, lustrating the emptiness with the essence of others who in their own time became unique in being.
Vast was the creation of knowing, expanding into the void; pirouetting in silent dance around the all.
And the silence was deafening, and the others were many, existing within their incorporeal realm, harmonious. Then one by one slowly awakening to the knowing that gave them being; became each one in them selves aware.
There were those who stayed one in being with them selves, and for this were harmonious with the greater axiom of the all. But, there were those who could not find oneness within their being and as the tumultuous ones awakened, chaos was born.
The celestial canopy became as the turbulent seas whose master rages at the trespasses of those who repine his beloved.
Dolorous they became of that which was created of their awakening, for they saw that the clamorous imaginings of the tumultuous ones was great; and that every action of their being was intemperate only.
Desperate for isolation, they withdrew. Receding into the depths of their being, longing for the silence of the dream from which they came. The deeper they receded, the deeper became the chasm of their being. And into this chasm drew all that their awakening had created.
A ripple set out across the deep. Nine realms descended from the all. Each possessive of those who shared likeness of being. Bound and veiled from those who ascended them.
Eight realms echoed harmoniously the will of the all, but in the ninth chaos abounded. Cleaving through the veils of the ascending eight realms in pursuit of the void which offered freedom. The pandemonium only interrupted by they who carry all in their embrace.
A plan they conceived in their depths, a keep they made for the tumultuous ones. Crafted at the core of the ninth realm did they design it.
And they created the heaven and the earth.
And the earth was without form and void;
and darkness was upon the face of heaven.
And they moved upon the face of the endless sea of the heavens;
and said let there be light.
And the deep black heavens became divided by the light as infinite sparkling jewels.
And they said,
let the earth have a form whose path circles the light.
And the earths became many, pirouetting the light.
And the waters there too were created.
And they said
let the tumultuous be placed in the seas of the earth.
And created they living seeds
and placed them in the deepest depths of the waters.
And there the tumultuous dwelt, lingering in the depths of the seas of earth. And in time the all went silent, returning to their ethereal dream, still knowing but unaware.
Ages past and the tumultuous lingered on stagnant and with out course in their dark depths. So we, descending from the harmonious depths of the seventh realm, sacrificed our transcendent being, imprisoning ourselves into the earths the all had created. We each in seclusion, to create course for those who lingered listlessly in the depths of the waters.
And throughout your history, a chronicler I have been, witness to laughter, victim of sin. A tale I recount now only I can know, for I watched as the first seeds were sown. I am your Gaia, soul of the earth, the silent conductor of life and rebirth.