[After much consideration, and a few false starts, I've come to realize that The Voice's motive here is to permit the reader to see the Big Bang Metaphor both from a distance and from within. Mm-hmm, within.—For we already know that the matter is within the Big Bang Metaphor. Still, The Voice speaks through my pencil and has but my own, limited vocabulary with which to express Itself. So whether we can pull this off remains to be seen, what with The Voice wigging-out at times................and me wigging-in.................and, of course, The Gaps.
Also, The Voice is yet young in The Beginning. and Its upcoming account I have read many many times; and, of course, as Master J' cautioned I've left it alone. Still, on my editing-travels (and I'll go out on a limb here and ell you), I discovered late in the game, in episode 115, another similar account not unlike the one upcoming. Oh, boy! And how much The Voice has grown.—Author Aces —A. A.]
____13 billion, 700 million years ago. The Voice, The Invisible World, and The New Beginning.
". . . and it was a long long TIME IN COMING..................you might say. And there was such a preparation, then, of such lengthy duration—a certain profound, prolonged, in-progress controlled chaotic-cadence there was, some riotous rhythmical harmony seeming to go on forever and ever. There could be no escape! The agreement had already been made! God's Dream was in motion.................and when at long, long last The New Beginning came, It came out from The Invisible World, and there winked an enormous and brilliant flash.
"A brief and blinding flash, it was, with a Snap (Bang!) so loud the whole world could hear it. But not the kind of world you might think of, since way back then there only was One World—The Invisible World—flowing through the Banged-out portal!
"At any rate..................."[And then the rate slowed down. And I lost it! —A. A.]
So...............I got up. Grabbed my cold tea, and walked to the door. Cold came through the screen, and (creeeeeeeak!) I stepped outside. Swiveling round, I took a peek back in. To see if I was still sitting there.
The full moon overhead. Just past twelve o'clock high. The wind a breeze, squalling little snowflakes—images forming, rising, falling, swirling, not unlike constellations the likes of which I had never seen before. A long, deep breath. The cold felt good. My head felt clear. The loon cried . . . poor thing. I went back in, sat. Sharpened the pencil, and The Voice continued—
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"At any rate, the Flash of Light was incredibly bright and not to be gazed upon by the naked eye. Oh, maybe just a glimpse, I suppose (if there'd been any naked eyes way back then to look upon It!), but not for too long, or you would surely and utterly burn up. Still, no one had to beware, for there was no one out there! For this, you see, was the very first moment to occur in the New World. No one out there at all! For We were much too busy being part of that which originated the flash, which caused the flash. We were all inside the flash! But not for too long.
"Brief as it was, the blinding Flash came full with fury, coming on exceedingly bright and smashing Its searing white-light fragments from out the center of The Deep. Shattering, scattering, now sucking back into a star-filled ball-of-light was how It appeared (there in the Darkness): gazillions of tiny particles (within the ball-of-light): zooming about, crashing into each other, reacting, then moving on only to ricochet off the walls of the "ball," back into bedlam brilliant.
"Wholly a wondrous web weaving. Wholly one, grand, spherical Light Body forging Its way through Itself, forward through The Deep.
"Comet-like forward, the First Moment sped on......................." [Dear me. Time passes here. But I didn't lose it again. Not to the same degree, praise be. But I had no idea how much time . . . was passing or had passed. No qualified idea, really—a billion or so years maybe, out here in the Dark of Space, while arcing, arcing, the First Moment circled round Itself . . . The Voice silent, the first cyclical orbit complete, the Big Bang metaphor upping the ante, the vision changing, my overlooking perception turned inside out.................. And as the comet-like ball of light spiraled forward through itself (eternally forward through Itself), the loon crying, the Northwind up and howling, The Voice started in again. —A. A.]
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The Seventh Direction
AdventureA spiritual, mostly fictional adventure, which takes place in both the 3rd and 4th dimension . . . and perhaps occasionally in the 5th. Under the umbrella of Mother Earth---School of Learning, Freewill Zone---the story, rather than looking at us as...
