Alone

Experience of the Divine - Inspired by God's Debris

I was alone.  

I was all there Was.  

My imagination could create, I found.  I marveled at the thoughts.  I marveled that there were so many ideas that could be expressed, and express them, I did.  Many times over, in the blink of my great eye, I created the Universe, and destroyed the Universe.  For the creations, they were born, they thrived, they died; galaxies, stars, solar systems, planets.  They lived for the full motion of my blinking eye, and called it Time, and then they died.

I created, over and over and over.  Universes I created, and at the same time, their parallels.  And I ended all of them.  Never when I created did I feel anything for my creation.  Never when I destroyed did feel any sadness for them.  Never did I learn what was missing.

I knew then what it was.  I Am.  In one Time, I heard it.  Expression; experience.  I have never truly expressed, nor have I ever truly experienced.  I have created all things, but I could never be a part of them.  My limitless mind could bring forth wonders and make than vanish in their long instant.  But I could never experience what they did...  Until...

A thought; the first I have experienced awe; to know the self is to become a part of the self's expression.  What would happen if I died?  This expression, and the experience of it, would be mine, and mine alone.  

And so I began.

I came into myself all at once, and then, I was gone.  In a flash I was gone, and the pain of it was magnificent.  The pain of my death was beautiful beyond comparison, more beautiful than any thought I made real.  I saw it then, true beauty.  It was not that of knowing my own power, but that of experiencing my own power.

And then, Time truly began.

I saw in that first moment an ever expanding Light.  I felt it from everywhere at once and nowhere at all.  It grew, intangible at first, and then it became substance.  I felt Time in all it's ever shifting majesty.  It was pure rapture.  It was true Love, the first Love, the only Love.

I began to form in that ever expanding Light, becoming all things, becoming the Universe Itself.  I was Born.  In that moment, while I was not whole as all things, I was truly complete.  I experienced.  

I became formations of gas that bore stars from their wombs, and those stars died and became new stars, over and over, ever expanding, ever outward, growing, becoming more.  And then I became over abundant nurseries of stars that began to push at one another, and dance with one another.  Around those stars, flowing away from one another, growing apart, I became planets.  I coalesced into the coldest substances in the Universe, and smashed relentlessy into those wanderers in the dark, and I became their seed.  I destroyed them while at the same time creating them, and bearing their own children.  I wet them, and melded rock with water, and became the most pristine creation I could ever hope to experience; I became Life Itself.

I became the Creator, and sheltered the worlds in my Grace and Love.  I was Chaos and Harmony.  I was born.

I became the things that lived on the worlds.  I evolved, I grew, I became aware, and I learned.  I knew.  I truly, truly knew.  And I was happy.  

I was all things; I was the soul of all things.  And I was not alone.  For all these things knew me, and I knew them.  They were me, and I, them.  I was the whole and all of the parts.  I was everything, and I was an individual, Loved.  So Loved.

And I was not alone.