Creation
A Druids of Albion story...
If there was a beginning, then this was it...
If there was no beginning, then we are just shadows, dancing in the One Light.
If the beginning is yet to be, may it include us all, for we would bathe in that One Light:
There was nothing. Nothing was visible nor invisible. All light was less than nought, and it was the darkest matter that one could imagine, though imagination had not yet been unleashed.
There was no sound, for the breath of life had not gasped its first. There was no smell of that breath, for the sweetest lavender that ever grew was locked still in the imagination.
There was no taste as the sweetest wine was yet to be fermented in the rich depths of imagining.
There was nothing to touch, no fabric of time and space for one to run ones fingers over, pleasuresome and tantalising, but still unimagined.
The Divine Impulse stirred, it arose in the darkness that held nothing, that was nothing. It started to be curious, it started to reach out with its mind, it started to imagine.
If there was no beginning, then we are just shadows, dancing in the One Light.
If the beginning is yet to be, may it include us all, for we would bathe in that One Light:
There was nothing. Nothing was visible nor invisible. All light was less than nought, and it was the darkest matter that one could imagine, though imagination had not yet been unleashed.
There was no sound, for the breath of life had not gasped its first. There was no smell of that breath, for the sweetest lavender that ever grew was locked still in the imagination.
There was no taste as the sweetest wine was yet to be fermented in the rich depths of imagining.
There was nothing to touch, no fabric of time and space for one to run ones fingers over, pleasuresome and tantalising, but still unimagined.
The Divine Impulse stirred, it arose in the darkness that held nothing, that was nothing. It started to be curious, it started to reach out with its mind, it started to imagine.
The sacred imagination gave way to the Creative Pulse and the pulse beat in the heart of the Divine Impulse giving it rhythm and progression and in it the Divine began to construct time. Its workbench was Silence. It began weaving time at the loom of Evolution, there in the womb of Cuegant.
And in its imagination the Divine Impulse felt the clutch and felt the push of the landscape of Creation, and so it gave sanction to the landscape. It passed its pulse into that mindscape and cried. Its tears mothered the seas of the universe, and the Pulse was the ebb and flow of the creation process, and the tides of birth and dying. The subtlest caress was its heartbeat and love its kiss. And in that kiss the Divine Breath breathed and the breath prepared the eternal utterance.
The Divine Impulse found the desire to commune with the Creative Pulse and gave voice with a song of One eternal Light. And this was the first Word, exhalting the regal silence, and it was with the Divine, in harmony and sanctity and in joy. And in uttering the One Light, the Divine shattered the harbour of darkest matter that was the universe, before length, and before breadth, before height, and before a clock ere ticked.
And in its imagination the Divine Impulse felt the clutch and felt the push of the landscape of Creation, and so it gave sanction to the landscape. It passed its pulse into that mindscape and cried. Its tears mothered the seas of the universe, and the Pulse was the ebb and flow of the creation process, and the tides of birth and dying. The subtlest caress was its heartbeat and love its kiss. And in that kiss the Divine Breath breathed and the breath prepared the eternal utterance.
The Divine Impulse found the desire to commune with the Creative Pulse and gave voice with a song of One eternal Light. And this was the first Word, exhalting the regal silence, and it was with the Divine, in harmony and sanctity and in joy. And in uttering the One Light, the Divine shattered the harbour of darkest matter that was the universe, before length, and before breadth, before height, and before a clock ere ticked.
The dark matter imploded under the rays of the One Light and spread, hurtling through three dimensions, creating more dimensions as it went. And those dimensions turned the spreading matter from ultimate darkness, and from infinite weight, into the very stuff of stars, into stellar photons which imbed the very ground and form of being. The Sacred Darkness remained, impassive, inviolate, as dark matter and stellar photons sped toward intention.
Here, where there had been no time, for time is nothing but a measure of the changing position of things in space. Here, there had been no objects, no space, just quantum void awaiting the Divine Intention. here, that Intention now stirred on the threshold of cosmos.
As the dark matter sped through untold dimensions and mutated into photons (its opposite), the Divine Impulse recognised Itself, for Light had given birth to Light. In that recognition sprang reflection and the residue of dark matter in photons separated, as a reflection in a mirror differs from the object it reflects. The reflection, being Divine, forged a greater depth of imagination and thus the dimensions were formed, some nameless and unknowable. It was here that colours brighter than a thousand suns and darker than a million black holes, and with all the hues and shades between were formed.
It is here, in the realms of the fledgling dimensions that the Divine trait of Chaos was given birth. The child Chaos took the separated matter and flung it into the newly burgeoning space. Extracted through photons infused with the One Light, it was finer than light, subtler than gas. It spread to form an entwining series of great cosmic mysts. The mysts were labyrinthine and interweaving, and in their conjunctions they coalesced around a surplus of stellar photons. Chaos was not random, nor diorganised, nor capricious, but it twirled and pirouetted in the cosmic dance of order and presicion playing its part with finesse.
Here, where there had been no time, for time is nothing but a measure of the changing position of things in space. Here, there had been no objects, no space, just quantum void awaiting the Divine Intention. here, that Intention now stirred on the threshold of cosmos.
As the dark matter sped through untold dimensions and mutated into photons (its opposite), the Divine Impulse recognised Itself, for Light had given birth to Light. In that recognition sprang reflection and the residue of dark matter in photons separated, as a reflection in a mirror differs from the object it reflects. The reflection, being Divine, forged a greater depth of imagination and thus the dimensions were formed, some nameless and unknowable. It was here that colours brighter than a thousand suns and darker than a million black holes, and with all the hues and shades between were formed.
It is here, in the realms of the fledgling dimensions that the Divine trait of Chaos was given birth. The child Chaos took the separated matter and flung it into the newly burgeoning space. Extracted through photons infused with the One Light, it was finer than light, subtler than gas. It spread to form an entwining series of great cosmic mysts. The mysts were labyrinthine and interweaving, and in their conjunctions they coalesced around a surplus of stellar photons. Chaos was not random, nor diorganised, nor capricious, but it twirled and pirouetted in the cosmic dance of order and presicion playing its part with finesse.
The Divine Impulse smiled with joy and self reverence and cried in delight, giving voice to the rippling laughter of the One Light, the flowing Spirit of creation, the awen. The awen flowed into the coalescing postules of mysts, the soft spirals of circling clouds, and there ignited the souls of the stars. In an overwhelming phenomenon on the brink of Existence the suns – one here, a hundred there, a billion over there - flashed into Creation like the triggering nodes of the neural networks in the Mind of the Divine. All quiessence here was one with the Divine, in impulse, in intention, in breath and in uttterance and this was called Gwynvyd.
The solar entities enticed their own swirling mysts, in circles and cycles of floating energy and likewise in those mysts there arose emanations that garnered and gathered the mass of the matter constantly being created by the Intention of the Creative Pulse. And from the families of these stars were the planets and moons created. Still, darkness held all in the pillow of its comfort.
The solar entities enticed their own swirling mysts, in circles and cycles of floating energy and likewise in those mysts there arose emanations that garnered and gathered the mass of the matter constantly being created by the Intention of the Creative Pulse. And from the families of these stars were the planets and moons created. Still, darkness held all in the pillow of its comfort.
Here, matter was mineral and a child of God and this child evolved and gave expression to vegetation, and as matter grew in immanence and self importance then the kingdom of animals arose. This was Paradise, lit by the One true Light, borne by Lucifer the Lightbearer, itself a reflection of the Divine Impulse. And this light illuminated the Apparent World now called Arbred.
The Divine Impulse flexed in its new found pastime of reflection and it imagined material spirits imbued with the essence of itself, then mixed with the very stuff of stars. It saw in its mind eye another child, a sacred creature; both female and male that expressed itself as its own expression had expanded and nurtured… and in the now measured aeons to come this imagination would bring to bear the Rise of Humanity, the Fall from Grace, the coming of the Word, and the state of Annwn.
The Divine Impulse flexed in its new found pastime of reflection and it imagined material spirits imbued with the essence of itself, then mixed with the very stuff of stars. It saw in its mind eye another child, a sacred creature; both female and male that expressed itself as its own expression had expanded and nurtured… and in the now measured aeons to come this imagination would bring to bear the Rise of Humanity, the Fall from Grace, the coming of the Word, and the state of Annwn.
If there was a beginning, then this was it...
If there was no beginning, then we are mere shadows, waltzing in the One Light.
If the beginning is yet to be, may it include us all, for we now hunger to return to that One Light.
(c) Geoff Boswell 2010 with thanks to Sister Oystercatcher
If there was no beginning, then we are mere shadows, waltzing in the One Light.
If the beginning is yet to be, may it include us all, for we now hunger to return to that One Light.
(c) Geoff Boswell 2010 with thanks to Sister Oystercatcher