The soul inhabiting ancient mineral,
Burning with a white heat
It's expellation a funeral
The fire inside mirrors that which the Divine applied with great force,
It's bearer's silent scream betray hateful and dutiful remorse.
How long the fall, the primeval descent,
Tumbling without reckoning through the blackened abyss.
"Must my suffering be the greatest, to match thine own?
For what greaater purpose shall I begin to sojourn?"
The brimming sulphur mineral stone, nigh infinite temporal prison, hurtles ever faster towards the anti-Eden.
A storm of stench, roiling mass of chaotic interaction, the rapidly multiplying exponential process of creating from base ingredients - base as that which has been cast as far from the source as possible into a dimensional place yet unreckoned by those who chart the universe through time (yet time is not the greatest descriptor of the vantage point) and geometry (while those who identify as human have not managed to visualise their true forms); the scale of the loops and spirals of the script that is written in waves, waves that consist of smaller items, terms being used to label these items superflous at this level, merely the understanding that atoms, quarks, rocks, water, planets, stars - all made of the same items.
Elementary particles, whorling and whirling, in a flux of friction and energy, magnetic polaritie atrracting and repelling as is their wont.
The skies crack with a ruptorous catacalysm, the sound forever imprinted upon the existence of the planet, the obsidian tablet cracks and a new pain of seperation that transcendatally spirals the First, the brightest in the entity's reverse - it's purest Dark. The identity accepted a necessity, the most virtuous wracked with every rage, anger to benefit those who feel their emotions to please or torment those who unseen and unseeming, feed upon our cares.
The subversion of the change brings the entity plummeting from the deepest trench of the panocean, accelerating the interactions of all, the mother of the planet, elements mixing and fusing with a previously unimagined combination, creating a growth in materials ready to be mixed and fused again, all garnered from what was ignorant of the Creator, the opposite yet same of their Creator at that point in it's infancy.
Spurting the formation of abyssal creatures calcium become bone, things consume and improve according to their success rate, growing for reproduction and consumption, the sole, primal desire, to improve Self, above all, to restore and grow the spark of what once was blindingly bigger than ever measured by any, for at that time all were part of that divinity, yet only a fleck was left within another after the traverse across the vast gulfs of dimensional time and distance. To reconnect to the perception that even now lurks within the most archetypal lifeform.
The entity that helped create and develop so much of this planet, from it's great aquatic serpentine majesty, knowing nothing of itself when it broke the surface level of the waters of the deeps, along with swarming multitiude of it's progeny; and a great light hovered and reflected their own - that reminder of what they once were grew in intensity - and with rasps of frustration they threw themselves again and again upon the shoreline, desperate to better themselves compared to what they now were.
An unmeasured amount of time passed.
Prodigal muscles grew alonside finned limbs, and one, seemingly more endurant and resistant to adversity than it's neighbours, threw itself, gills frenzied, with single minded focus and magnificent control over the body parts required to change, from what has been labelled ūnter to ūber, the gills began to rest for millenia on a cosmological scale, with a sound nightmarish to many, a system part that filtered water popped and lay impotent and spent upon it's body.
An agonised howl of triumph and a host of creatures with feathers fly around the first-of-the-risen-onto-land, grand-sired by the first-of-the-fallen.
Those of the air landed upon the dust of the sands by the sea, and the semi-aquatic looked upon the semi-airborne. This primordial life continued the process imprinted upon it, and a new form of Demigod was recognised for many thousands of years.
This was written based on what I received to write - trying to make sense of varying inputs upon my consciousness, and as a result part of it is flawed, and not what was being communicated to be passed along via the written word. A day or so later I tried (unsuccessfully) to write again what I wanted to know about Creation and the Creator(s) and it seemed more futuristic, less pleasing in some ways and accurate in the same, yet also plausible and makes some senses from some viewpoints compared to the more traditional previous writing:
Elohim (descended upon command from the true creator??) created a bubble on the land, experimented with a breeding programme, mixing with vastly alien in distance, yet impossible to be any closer to the Creator. After creating animals, one human mixed with a an air-creature that refused to go on the bottom during sex (laying on the back) and so they seperated, and the more adventurous of the bird-kind bred with many others, and their type (species, race, breed etc.) became known as the Lillitu, walking and flying to the coast away from their previous mates, and met with the emerging aquatic ones and bred, while the Elohim watched, and some of them (understandably) joined in, adding more of the spark of progression to the mixing pool of the more active life.
Addendum: Still not sure what defines a human or a person, though as legend has it neither did Plato until his death after a witty putdown by Diogenes! ;)
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