[Note: After some consideration, I've come to think Spirit's motive here is to permit the reader to see The Big Bang Metaphor (up and coming) both from a distance and from within. Mm-hmm, within. —For we already know that the matter is WITHIN The Big Bang Metaphor. Still, Spirit speaks through The Voice, and 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. —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 the rate slowed down, so much so, I lost it! —A. A.]
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. . . and so:
I took a break. Got up. Screeched my oak desk chair. Grabbed my cold tea. Walked to the door, turned the knob. Cold came through the screen, and (creeeeeak!) I stepped outside. Swiveled, took a quick 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 felt good. My head felt clear. The loon cried. Poor thing. I went back in, sat. Sharpened the pencil, and "the rate" picked back up, and The Voice continued—
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"At any rate, the Flash of Light was incredibly bright, and powerful, and not to be gazed upon by the naked eye. Oh, 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'd 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 around, 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 God. Time passes here. But I didn't lose it again. Not to the same degree, praise be. But I'd no idea HOW much time passes, 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 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...
