BEYOND THE RAINBOW

CHAPTER TWELVE - THE AWAKENING

Hattie had taken her husband's advice about the night cap. After updating her records and reviewing the long day's events she was ready for a refill. Time to relax. She refreshed her earthly body and clicked into her happy robe and sipped on her second scotch as she sat on the divan. However, despite her Lord overlooking on high, for the perennial mother of the Universe, relaxation only meant she was free to choose who to check on next.

A click above the coffee table and a full scale gyroscope gave her a visual accounting of her areas of responsibility, from a mother's aspect, anyway. He was more inclined to be layback and let the children run amuck to learn by their mistakes, but she liked to keep a tighter rein on things. Her brooding concern for them all had lead him to create this hands-on role for her. "So go get your hands into their mud pie down there. Mediate if you must, just don't interfere....I know what I'm doing."

"Old chauvinist." Hattie grinned and took a healthy swig of the good spirit. It was one of the perks of existing in the flesh. She shook out her long blonde hair, happy to be in the form he loved the most. "He doesn't have a clue half the time. Or even know what I do to fix it." But why bust his bubble? She thoroughly enjoyed being the power behind the throne. Not that she was overwhelmed by his magnificence. Their arguments shook the heavens at times.

In the long run though, they both agreed on the fostering of independence, resilience and original thought in their human descendants. Godliness was certainly all of those things and that was the ultimate aim. An equal society, they could then really have good times together. Life was never meant to be all this gloom and doom crap. She sighed, once again drawn back through their eons of trial and error in the creation experiment.

First came the white crystallization. The diamonds of the visible matrix. Drawing first consciousness of itself in all the vast emptiness of it's Universal mind. A thought materialized another crystal and became the awakening of God's head. The awareness of being alone ultimately lead to all that was crowded into existence today. But it was an exceedingly haphazard beginning. The Words of God did not come until much thinking led him to the conclusion that he needed his own kind for company. In the meantime, his random thoughts were creating all manner of matter to float around the emptiness of his mind. Beyond the visible nucleus of the Heaven planet, space was the extended mind of God. Everything in it, from the smallest particle, to the largest planet and including all life forms, were figments of the imagination of God. And therein, was a realm where time did not exist. It just was. All at the same time. Perennially connected. As elusive as a memory or as solid as a rock it could manifest with the instant of a thought, simply by consciously arranging its molecules, with perfect knowledge and precision. Just as every human brain could, potentially, for his was the prototype. But it didn't get to be precise overnight. Despite popular opinion, in the learning stages of God's imaginings, and especially in the creation of his own image, there was random junk with no purpose. And worse.

"And he's a dreamer, all right." Hattie rolled her eyes, checking out the nightmare in Hades. "Your mind is a mess, you old ratbag. Perhaps we shouldn't have gone for individualism in the children before we grew a little wiser as parents."

But there was some doubt as to whether the gift of knowledge between good and evil, therefore choice, had been up to them. It is the one irrefutable truth of the Universe that one thought leads to another and what man can think of he can create. Certainly at the level of God's affinity with all elements, he can. And consciously. But it all came down to vibrations of instinct and discipline of the mind. The Fay were the best example of that. Though they were not human, nor a conscious creation of God, but an aberration. Which still remained a mystery. He assumed the Gaia was another aspect of his many personalities to precipitate out of the wood work. In the beginning a great many of God's creations were accidental. At least until he thought me up. She was well aware that the old fox was able to monitor even her thoughts if he chose, but they had no secrets or shyness about airing their opinions and mostly liked the spontaneity of being separate individuals, preserving each other's privacy. But occasionally she would feel his caress on her hair, or other places, and that was nice. As the stroke on her leg was at the moment.