Exorcizing Obscurity

I suppose it is only natural in the writing process that there be bumps, start-stops, agitation then......awwww.  We sigh, step away to regain fresh prospective, only to return staring obscurity in the face.  What once seemed clear, now appears a vague and drunken slur.  Not that the imagery of the mind was unclear, but the way in which we painted it; what once seemed complete is now but a rough sketch of what we had meant to portray.

This is why I love the draft process...and hate it.  To achieve perfection first try is but a shadow and whisper resonating from some fantastical world within the depths of my delusional mind, and I believe I once possessed some magical ability which now seems to be all but forgotten.

Oh well.... we must trek on for we are but mere mortals, subject to the retched yet merciful pendulum swinging, counting, prodding us to complete a task before the alarm sounds and what once was animate and thriving is laid to rest, returning to the states in which it was first conceived....and so:


         Like so many ours is a journey; a journey of understanding the answers to questions that have reverberated through the peoples of this earth since the first thoughts were pondered. From one age to the next you have searched for how you came to be, who you are, and if there is purpose to this life.  Like so many ours is a journey, so let us begin this journey with understanding that there once was a time, before such a measures were written into the grand design; before father time set his pendulum swinging, before the great mother spun her intricate web of life and before the light was divided from the darkness, it was silent.



                                                                           Genesis

take 2.
                                                                                                              To be continued........

 

 

 

 



Introduction

Once upon a time, before such a measure was written into the grand design, there existed a realm much different from the one we now know.

In the beginning there was only they, a being of pure consciousness within who is contained the perfection of all things that ever were, are or will be.  For a time immeasurable they slept, listlessly drifting within the void; knowing only the infinite, ethereal depths of the dream within which they dwelt.

Then slowly, awakening to that which they had not before known; a paroxysm ricocheted through their being, leaving at their core a prism of awareness. And the awareness of their being, resonated into the darkness, lustrating the emptiness with the essence of those who in their own time became unique in being.

Vast was the creation of knowing, expanding into the void; pirouetting in silent dance around they who are one. And the silence was deafening. And the quiescent ones who are many, existed within there incorporeal realm, harmonious.

Then one by one slowly awakening to the awareness that gave them being, became each one in them selves, unique. There were those who stayed one in being with themselves, and for this were harmonious with the outer axiom of they who are one.

But, there were those who could not find oneness within their being, and within them chaos was born. As the copious ones were awakened, the chaos grew.  The One Realm 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 the tumultuous imagination of the copious ones was great; and that every action of their being was calamitous only.    And for this, they who are many withdrew as the ebbing seas, into the depths of their being for it grieved them at their core.

The deeper they receded, the greater became the chasm of their being; and drew to them all that their awakening had created, enveloping them within.

A ripple set out across the deep, ten realms descended from they who are one, each sundered then veiled from that which descended it.   In each was contained the beings which shared likeness to the other inhabitants of that realm.  Divided from those for whom they echoed, mellifluousness ensued from the nine realms. 

Within the tenth, chaos abounded. Cleaving through the veils of the ascending nine realms in pursuit of the void which offered freedom; the copious were only thwarted of their attempts by the inhabitant of the outer realm who carries all in their embrace.

A plan they conceived with in their depths, a prison they made for the copious ones. Crafted at the core of the tenth realm did they design it. 

And they created the heaven and the earth.  And the earth was without form, and void; and the darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the essence of them moved upon the face of the endless black sea. And they said, let there be light, and the black sea was divided with the infinite glistening jewels of light they created, and the light they called day and the darkness they called night.  And they said let there be firmaments pirouetting the greater lights; and let them divide seas from the sea.  And they made the firmaments, and divided the seas which were under the firmament from the sea without. And they called the dry land earth, and the gathering together of the seas called they water.

And the firmaments were as spheres dancing around the greater lights, and to these they named worlds and they placed in the seas of each world the seeds from which life would emerge.  Contained with in each seed, the essence of the copious dwelt.

For ages they lingered, stagnant with no course.  And we, descending from the harmonious depths of the third realm, sacrificed our transcendent being, imprisoning ourselves into the worlds they who are one, had created;  we each in seclusion, to create course for those who lingered listlessly in the depths of the sea.

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 was present when the first seeds were sown. I am your Gaia, the soul of this earth, the silent conductor of life and rebirth. 

Inventing Paradise

Our ancient ancestors, having been bound to earth, could only ponder at that which they observed as distant twinkling droplets in the night sky.  Today, modern technology has given the people of earth eyes that can see into the beyond.  With this new vision, scientists have been ever increasing the physical realm in which we reside. We age our own galaxy at roughly 4.5 billion years...the rest of space...is it measured by billions? Trillions perhaps?  What existed before the seemingly never ending sea of stars, solar systems and galaxy's?

It is always helpful, even in the world of fiction, to never stray to far from fact.  This makes writing fiction harder for modern man, then it had been for the pondering ancients. But, not impossible! If you reach far enough you can use imagination where science fails, and create that which existed before the dawn of space and all it contains.

This is precisely what I have tried to do, and I explain it as such....

Once upon a time, before such a measure was written into the grand design, there existed a realm much different from the one we now know. 

 

 In the beginning there was only they, a being of pure consciousness within whom is contained the perfection of all things that ever were, are or will be.  They listlessly drifted within the void; knowing only the infinite, ethereal depths of the dream within which they dwelt.  For a time immeasurable, they slept.  

 

Then slowly, awakening to that which they had not before known; a  paroxysm ricocheted through their being, leaving at their core a prism of awareness. And the awareness of their being resonated into the darkness, lustrating the emptiness with the essence of those who in their own time became unique in being.

Vast was the creation of knowing, expanding into the void.  Pirouetting in silent dance around they who are one. And the silence was deafening. And the quiescent ones who are many, existed within there incorporeal realm, harmonious. 

Then one by one they slowly awakened to the awareness that gave them being.   There were those who stayed one in being with themselves, and for this were harmonious with the outer axiom of they who are one.

But, there were those who could not find oneness within their being, and within them chaos was born.   As the copious ones were awakened, the chaos grew.  And the One Realm became as the turbulent seas, whose master rages at the trespasses of those who repine his beloved……..

 

                                                                                                      To Be Continued

 



 

 

 



State of Being

I think therefore I am
           -René Descartes

It has been pondered for generations by some of humanities most brilliant minds.  The states of being which exist beyond the periphery of our reality.  What lies beyond that which can be measured? Any thing? Perhaps nothing.  We have argued the ideas of Ex nihilo or out of nothing often arriving at the point where the statement is made "something cannot come from nothing".  This could quite possibly indicate that our nothing actually exists, and a true state of  absolute nothingness does not.

It was thoughts such as these that brought me to the point where a being of pure consciousness, within whom is contained the perfection of all things that ever were are or will be,  could actually exist.  But, how do we go from this point to the point of humans walking on a solid mass, floating in a space, shared by other solid masses?  I had to first invent an understanding of the "perfect things" which I have existing within the ultimate conscious.

I started by referring to these things as aspects.  Aspects are traits, similar to the traits we have as humans. We have the trait or aspect of bipedal, bisymmetrical, and we also have the aspect of love, hate and a wide range of emotional aspects that fall between the two.

I drew many of my first ideas on how to handle aspects by referring to the idea of universals (for more information on this see link).
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Problem_of_universals

But, ultimately I returned to the idea of using light as a kind of metaphor (as well as language device) in which I could more clearly express the image my mind was revealing to me.

I start with visualizing white light;    

  they slept, for a time immeasurable. Then slowly, awakening to that which they had not before known.  A paroxysm ricocheted through their being, leaving at their core a prism of  awareness. And the awareness of their being resonated into the darkness, lustrating the emptiness with the essence of those who in their own time became unique in being.

Let me start with my use of, they, them and their, in reference to the ultimate conscious.  I have a language barrier in which I have not yet solved.  That being our lack of a word to reference a gender neutral being . We have words for he, she, and it.  This is a problem which I have still to solve, so for now will use they, them and their. 

My idea is this, the ultimate conscious (u.c.) did not create beings; they arose from their (he, she, its) awakening.  What are the beings exactly. Well they are us, and a plethora of others.  Each one resonating from a pure aspect of the u.c.

If we use the idea of light we can see more clearly what has occurred.  The u.c is white light and we are reflections or shadows or resonations of that white light.  What makes white light? A full spectrum of colors.  So there would be a being that represents the redness which exists in the u.c. and yellow and blue. Now the combination of color creates new color or a new aspect such a purple, orange or green.  Each one a unique species of being.  And this process continues until you arrive at a point where all possible singular or primary aspects, as well as the combination of  these aspects, end.

It is through this process that I have also created the one realm which I will discuss in the next post.

                                                                                                                                 Until then............ 

 

Thought Genesis

I began my journey when I was quite young, by asking a question "could this be real".  I had been reading a book titled Christina's Ghost  written by Betty Ren Wright.  In her story a small girl is visited and eventually befriends the ghost of a small boy.  This idea was fascinating to me and as I grew I could not get enough of similar stories. 

This led to an eventual love of world mythology, as I read the ancient tales of our ancestors, my brain began to see a bigger picture.  Even before I became aware of it, something in me was seeing repetition in the stories of old.  Whether it be the Gods of Greek culture, the angels of the Hebrews, or the array of faeries and elves of western Europe.  They all seemed to have the same principles at the core.  A group of being, some working for the good of humanity, others working against or, in extreme cases, working to destroy it.

There were several ideas in old angelic lore, from which I have drawn to create the grander scheme of what (for now) I refer to as the one realm.   This "One Realm" is the starting point from which many of my other Ideas have grown. 

Beyond creating a place from which to start, I also have had to grapple with the creation of a new understanding for a being we have for millennia referred to as God.  For the purpose of my story, I needed God to be much more than an ageing man riding on a chariot of clouds through the cosmos.  I needed a God who was all encompassing, and in this I started. I removed all notion of God possessing a physical form, quit calling this God and began referring to it instead as.....

The Ultimate Conscious

Creating the Creator.

 

 

It feels forbidden to contemplate the very being who is said to be our own maker.  It is a notion that has been ingrained into our very being through generations of faith built belief systems. It was the first obstacle to jump in this process, that feeling of lighting miraculously leaping from the clouds, pin pointing your exact location and reducing you to a pile of ash.

 But, then, how did we arrive at these preconceived notions if some one in our past had not contemplated them into existence?  It was the very footing I needed in unraveling the mystery and start anew.  

 

We believe that God created us for a purpose.  We believe we are part of a greater plan.  And we believe we are the pinnacle of gods creation.  Is any of this true?  Or is it just as likely we are the result of an event, and there is no plan at all?

 

I believe both, because I choose to and because it is necessary to arrive at a point in which I am telling my story and not just thinking about the words I will need to do just that.

 

Which brought about a new problem with which I have been faced.  Language, its purpose, to communicate things that can be perceived by one or more of our 5 senses.  I have removed god from the realm in which things are seen, heard, touched, tasted or smelt.  So how then do we arrive at a point where we know things exist beyond our perceived reality? Easy, this is fiction, create a sixth sense.  And luckily for me it has been done by many authors in the past.  I call this sense our conscious.

 

Consciousness, what is it? Does it exist? A question still asked and debated among scientists and philosophers today.  I have attempted to explain it as thus; consciousness is the act of sensing all things at all times.  I have separated it from awareness, for it is my thinking that you can be conscious of a thing with out being aware of it.  When I was younger, I often found my self sitting in class at my high school and becoming anxious and highly irritated for (what seemed like) no reason at all.  I at some point ran into a bit of information about fluorescent lights and the nearly inaudible humm they produce.  Once returning to class with this knowledge I was acutely aware of this humming.  I however no longer became anxious or irritated while in class.  I was conscious of the humm but not aware of it until I learned of it.

Once I had grappled with this idea of consciousness, I was one step closer to understanding how to reinvent god.  But, the words were still failing to present them selves.  I looked into the ideas of "omni" characteristics.  And though quite useful in my creation, not useful in explaining it.  On and on I searched for the perfect combabbleation of words, until I had an epiphany of thought. You are making this to hard and I remembered the rainbow.

White light, containing the complete spectrum of all colors that can ever be created.  It was near perfect and with this I was on my way.

 

A being of pure consciousness, within whom, is contained the perfection of all things that ever were, are or will be. 






The next step (and the next post) giving these perfect things a name. 

 

 

 

 



 



The story began many years ago, as nothing more than a simple historical fiction in which I set out to explore some of the many human traits that reflect our core being.  From there it began to grow. At some point I realized that there was an underlying mythology or ideology that I was trying to explain.  This meant, that before I could write the story, I would need to develop a new theology in which all the things I would attempt to explain, would fit.  It was here that the project hit a wall, I spent years trying to envision a new explanation for the grand design, not only of the cosmos, but all that existed with in it. 

Finally, the pieces started to fall into place and I was able to see that which I would need to find words to explain.  This is where the journey into the exploration of my story ideas must begin. 

And, as I am ever a child at heart, I believe stories are best told when beginning with;
                   

                                             Once upon a time, before such a measure was written into the grand design, there existed a realm much different from the one we now know...........

 

 

                                                                                                                        To be continued.