We became aware of yet another presence, a visitor. Our Father, we agreed - not our biological father, but He, who, along with our Mother, had created the universe where we were born and until recently had spent our long, long lives. He came to see for Himself that this creation of His and our Mother's love had born fruit. Of course, He knew everything there was to know about us since the day of our births, just as He knew everything there was to know about the strange glass ball of yarn with which Mary and I had continued to play.
Nothing we experienced in our new reality was comparable to the physical existence that began with our human births. Sight was no longer our primary sense if we still had sight since there was nothing to see. We sensed our existence and the presence of one another. We talked - or communicated to be more strictly correct since there were neither sounds nor words - babbling a private language that we alone understood. We explored our new environment, just as we did one another, without hands, sense of touch, or anything to be touched. If we possessed an array of new senses, we hadn't yet identified or comprehended them.
Attempting to explain our new existence in such a manner will be tedious, even to us, so I'll continue our story as though we remained physical beings with human senses, existing in another physical world beyond the one where we were born, just as I have, telling the story of my earlier life as though it might have been any of yours.
He, our Father, was delighted to see us, expressing how uncommon it was for two to emerge from a single seed - let alone two with such a depth of preexisting love for one another as ours, that had bonded us together through such an incredible, unlikely journey. So far as He was aware, our arrival was unprecedented. He was thrilled to be a participant in the creation of such a miracle.
Our Father came, talked, and sang to us. And told us stories we were too young to understand. Our Mother scolded Him over some.
Our Mother remained as well. She had been there all along and never left us alone. It was She who held us and cared for us. She nourished us and provided everything we required to feel safe, protected, and loved.
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The Words - An Autobiography
Science Fiction"What if God was one of us?" Credit to Eric Bazzilion, and thanks to Joan Osborne for singing his brain-rattling words. Much earlier, my mother promised that if I applied myself, I could be whatever I wanted when I grew up. Then, from somewhere, I r...
