A Dying World

posted 9th Nov 2015, 4:40 PM

A Dying World
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9th Nov 2015, 4:40 PM

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For a time, there was nothing but Her. There she was, glorious and transcendant, floating in infinity, the Lord of All, the light in the infinite darkness.
She was everything, She who was Lord of All, She who had dominion over every force and star and speck, but, alas, She was alone.
For a time, She was happy, She who was Lord of All, glorious and transcendant, the light in the infinite darkness, but this was only a time, and after this first happy time, She, who was infinite and transcendant and Lord of All, grew tired of being on Her own. Spake Her, “Let a consort be”, and so a speck and a star and a force was pricked from the darkness by Her hand and put together in her universal and loving womb, for a mother is needed for all beings to be, except for She, who is glorious and transcendant. And so it was that She, who was the light in the infinite darkness, waited for another light. And the light came. And it was beautiful. And it was good.
Of her infant consort, She, who was Lord of All, infinite and transcendant, thought “You are another light in this infinite darkness. You are beautiful. You are good. I will call you Om.” And so Her consort was named.
She watched with pride as her consort-son, Om, who was beautiful and good, suckled and grew and a second happy time began.
When Om, the second light in the infinite darkness, was fully grown, She, who was Lord of All, saw that he was beautiful and saw that he was good and spoke to him “Om, come to me. You are beautiful and you are good and you are fully grown now. Come to me and I will show you the way of things”. And so Om came to her and he was shown.
And so another was to come to be. And, with time, She, who was Lord of All, saw that this thing was two things. And She was happy, and the consort Om was also. For a time they waited for the two beings to be brought to be, for all things take time to be, and, eventually, they came.
In Her labour pain, She, who was Lord of All, wailed and cried, and a first new being came to be. It was a healthy child, screaming in the pain of existence, but all existence is painful somehow, and so Om knew this child to be healthy. The consort Om laid the child to its mother’s breast and waited for the other being to be amidst the clamour. And indeed, the thing came.
This thing was quiet, and Om knew this would not be a healthy thing, for all existence is painful somehow, and this thing was not wailing. Om took the unhealthy thing and raised it to his beautiful face, and spoke “Scream, unhealthy thing, for all existence is painful and you are used to the warmth and comfort of your mother’s universal and loving womb. Cry, child.” and the child quietly cried.
Of the quiet cry, Om, amongst the din, thought, “this is a quiet cry, but it is beautiful”, for he had not thought he would hear it. And the din was gone. And the unhealthy thing came to be, and Om took it to its mother’s breast also.
The two new things suckled, one gleefully, one with a whimper, and took upon themselves their mother’s life giving milk. Om, who was beautiful and good, watched and was happy. And thus a third happy time had began.
When the two new things were sated, Om took them to rest, and returned to their Mother, for she was waiting and still pained. “Mother-wife”, spake he “You, who are glorious and transcendant and infinite and still pained, what am I to do with this?”. He held up to her the afterbirth, a tangled mess of stars and forces and specks and was told by Her “Do with it what you will. For the first birth, there was little, and I flung it into the void. It will make pretty stars.”
Then Om left her to be quiet. Of the mess, he thought “This mess will be wasted by flinging it to the void. Whatever can I do with it?” and he took it to a small and secret place.

The time passed and the two new beings grew older. The strong, healthy thing played amidst the void, like his father before him. The weaker thing did not, and she preferred to stay with her father, Om, for he had much patience for her and her sickliness.
She, who was Lord of All, said of her two children “You, who is healthy and full of vigour. You will live long and be full of life. I will name you Ao.” And so the oldest, healthy thing was named. “And you, who is not healthy. You are not full of life, nor of vigour. You cling to your father’s side and do not play amidst the void. You will not live long, and so your father shall name you.” And so the unhealthy thing was not yet named, but she clung to her father’s leg. Her father, Om, who was beautiful and patient and good, knelt to her and whispered “You are not full of vigour, nor are you healthy, but I love you sister-child and have a gift for you.”
Om took the unhealthy thing to the small and secret place and brought out the afterbirth. He, who was beautiful and patient and kind, was also clever. And he knew what to do with this. “I will take this, and also a force and a star and a speck and mix them to create something wonderful for my youngest child, whom I love.” And so he brought a force and a star and a speck and mixed them with the afterbirth of the two young things. “This is your gift”, spoke Om “and it will help you and be good.” He laid the gift out for his sickly thing to devour, and she did, and it did not taste good. “Father! What is this gift? For it tastes wrong”, she asked. “Youngest thing, sickly thing, I love you and I would not give you something to devour that would harm you. All things are painful somehow and now you will see your gift soon enough.” spoke Om. “In the meantime,” He whispered, “I will call you Alma”. And so she was named.



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After so many months of working on it, it finally exists!

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