MOTHER’S DAY
And a cosmic
tumbler clicked and the Essence that would become God, before it was God, was
filled with the knowledge of All That Is. Comprehending it’s singular state,
it’s aloneness and yet oneness with space, and seeing that all physical forms were
simple manifestations of Oneness rather than Separateness, It was filled with the
desire to share this understanding with all things, and, empathic to the core,
gain experience through the experience of the Other’s physical journey - be it
brief or lengthy - and learn every beauty and every pain on levels that
encompassed not only the ideation of every flavor of pain and beauty and every
combination of those seemingly opposing states, but their manifestation in physical form. Pain, which the Essence
saw as the collapse of hope and joy in a given moment was one side of this
original dichotomy. And beauty, the ability to comprehend the wide essence of Itself
through any event including the experience of pain, was the other. It was the
union of these two that the Essence sought to explore, with all curiosity and
all acceptance of what would be, and yet it all was present, and yet
unexperienced, and so it was not full.
This Final Knowing
and the resulting desire to experience all and to share that experience with forms
of Itself was the last thought of this Essence before the Great Birth. The last
act was this: it saw its shape. It saw that it looked like this:
I
But inside itself,
the Essence felt like this:
O
This first
dichotomy between the mental idea and physical reality of Itself opened a door
for the great Essence, so that it looked like this:
The opening within
Itself was space for newness, for life. It provided a way for itself to grow
another Essence, one that was separate and yet a part of it. With this
understanding, her physical gender became affixed. She, now Seeing as a God, understood
that she would be able to hold the new Essence within her-Self until the new
Creation – for it was holy - was able to See in it’s own way it’s own sacred and
yet temporary Selfhood (for it was never meant to be eternally separate). On
the other hand, neither was the Essence interested in controlling the new life.
After all, it was the individual experience of a portion of her-Self that interested
her in the first place. What would this new life do? What would be it’s
experience? How would it grow? Would it wish to return?
This overriding curiosity, this delicious
playfulness and supremely innocent desire for Experience in all its forms is
what brought the first life into the womb of God. Shaped as She was, the new
life grew within her, sheltered until it was able to come into its own physical
reality. She saw small physical manifestations of Her-Self covering the world
She had created. They were kind, gentle and saw deeply from their very essence.
But something was yet incomplete in this perfect scenario.
To be continued... on Father's Day.
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