In the beginning, there was a mishy-mashy swirling lump of consciousness. Or maybe it was a speck of dust... It had no form, no gender, only potential (potential equals love).
And, having nothing else to do with its (their) infinite time, the consciousness began to make love to itself. For eons, upon eons, rolling waves of pleasure. Waves upon waves, and torrents, streams, waterfalls, pools, and eddies of pleasure.
And all this action began to create forms. Wave patterns of energy coalesce into echos of themselves, and these echos condense into spheres... And the spheres begin to move, and create patterns and currents of their own...
And the peaks of pleasure grew so great, the energy to hot, the vibrations so intense that...
thiny atoms of matter pop into existence... permanent echos of the orgasm of the great cost cosmic consciousness. Billions of tiny pops... {...pOp...} {...PoP...} {...POP!...} so many the it might have sounded like one great big {...BANG!...}
[hmmm, Great Cosmic Consciousness is a little wordy... but oh, to find a name, or a title... Do we even have a word for a sexy hermaphroditic grandparent? I don't think we do. Maybe some other language, in some other time has/had/will have such a word...]
And in all that swirling of newly fissioned matter, our solar system began to swirls its own spiral sphere. Began to coalesce itself around a glowing org of hot, orgasmic fission. And our sun began to birth planets. Let's call our sun Grandmother Sun, since she's about to do all this birthing.
And of all the planets that Grandmother Sun birthed, there was this one... this blue/green marble of joy. And this planet, this mother/father sphere of consciousness, began to birth a million billion tiny bursts of consciousness. Multidimentional beings of light, and joy, and... oh, let's call them SOULS.
And the souls began to birth unto themselves, out of the body of the Earth, into all of the creatures of the world; the mountains and the rocks, the oceans and the rivers, the plants and the animals and the insects.
And in the beginning, the creatures of the world took time, time to learn how to have bodies made of matter, and how to live, and die, and be born again.
And this learning tood another very long time (though not quite so long as the eons before...).
And, having nothing else to do with its (their) infinite time, the consciousness began to make love to itself. For eons, upon eons, rolling waves of pleasure. Waves upon waves, and torrents, streams, waterfalls, pools, and eddies of pleasure.
And all this action began to create forms. Wave patterns of energy coalesce into echos of themselves, and these echos condense into spheres... And the spheres begin to move, and create patterns and currents of their own...
And the peaks of pleasure grew so great, the energy to hot, the vibrations so intense that...
thiny atoms of matter pop into existence... permanent echos of the orgasm of the great cost cosmic consciousness. Billions of tiny pops... {...pOp...} {...PoP...} {...POP!...} so many the it might have sounded like one great big {...BANG!...}
[hmmm, Great Cosmic Consciousness is a little wordy... but oh, to find a name, or a title... Do we even have a word for a sexy hermaphroditic grandparent? I don't think we do. Maybe some other language, in some other time has/had/will have such a word...]
And in all that swirling of newly fissioned matter, our solar system began to swirls its own spiral sphere. Began to coalesce itself around a glowing org of hot, orgasmic fission. And our sun began to birth planets. Let's call our sun Grandmother Sun, since she's about to do all this birthing.
And of all the planets that Grandmother Sun birthed, there was this one... this blue/green marble of joy. And this planet, this mother/father sphere of consciousness, began to birth a million billion tiny bursts of consciousness. Multidimentional beings of light, and joy, and... oh, let's call them SOULS.
And the souls began to birth unto themselves, out of the body of the Earth, into all of the creatures of the world; the mountains and the rocks, the oceans and the rivers, the plants and the animals and the insects.
And in the beginning, the creatures of the world took time, time to learn how to have bodies made of matter, and how to live, and die, and be born again.
And this learning tood another very long time (though not quite so long as the eons before...).
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