The Story
In the beginning there was nothing; only everything.
There was the One with no name, for she was here before sound. She is everything that ever was and everything that ever will be.
In a moment of singularity, He entered her atmosphere through a single pinpoint of light, dragging in with him a trail of ashes and stardust.
She emerged from her cloak of shadows, the fabric of the universe. Her eyes were deep violet containing pulsing crimson embers, waiting in eternity for his spark to return. His eyes were the sun, shedding light onto the expanding edges of her being as if to say, “I see you”.
Then she ignited, as if to say,
“I see you”, in return.
With that awareness they pulled into each other in full magnitude. An inevitable collision course. A nuclear fusion of darkness and light. Their union created a great explosion, sending out a cosmic sound that reverberated to the edges of existence - Spiralling galaxies, rippling out illusions of time and space.
Just like that, they were everywhere and nowhere all at once.
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There were traces of them in the sky; smoke signals spelling out, “I am here”.
She fell before him as air and water. Flowing as the river, carving lines in the sand; leaving patterns and trails behind her as she created her home in the ocean.
He came after her, following her marks in the earth. Drinking in her vitality he came to life, taking form as the mountains and mighty trees. The builders and protectors of this new world.
She would return to him as fragments in the sky so she could nourish him. Appearing as the rain that kissed his skin, and the air that cleansed his spirit. She was all around him and within him.
With her energy he became more powerful and vibrant; a true manifestation of awe and wonder. He came as the lighting that renewed the earth, the flashes of new life and death. She was always there with him- in all the colours that he was, and the spaces in between.
He was the eagle and she was its vision.
She was the architect and he was the builder, creating homes for her to return after her cycles of flight. Their home was supported by his strong roots, for they reached deep into the soil that was made of the stardust that once floated in her womb.
He taught her how to focus her strength while she showed him how to flow and bend so as to not break. As the world grew both older and younger they dreamed up towers, castles and grand halls. He built the walls and she created art, weaving life into his spaces.
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They became we, and we became you and I.
We continued to build. We started in the centre and expanded outward. Towers turned into cities and we cut down the trees and guardians of the earth to make space for more expansion. As we pushed outward and forgot about our centre, our heart began to decay, losing its light and resonance. We built a cage around ourselves, a shadowy place where we forget what it felt like to live in the light - forgetting our story of the divine dance and balance.
Some of us created our own way. A story that each time it was told, spiralled further and further away from the truth.
“He is the Alpha,” we said. He was powerful, strong, and ruled by thunder. So we destroyed those who refused to bow down. We burned them in their places so we could continue to build towers on the foundations of fragmented chaos.
“She is the Omega,” we said. The womb of all life who lives in the dark and whose role is service. So we hid our faces, remained in the shadows, and gave away everything including our voice. In the echo chamber made of smokes and mirrors, we tore ourselves apart. We became shameful beings who altered our facades to fit the confines. We burned our wings and offered them as sacrifice to the gods of illusion; painting our faces with its ashes, waiting to be blessed by their guiding light so we can return home. To the place of love and liberation.
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Some of us rejected this completely. We ran away from the fortress to search for our true home. We travelled across the land and sea, only to end up in the dark woods, searching for patterns in the stars, calling out to the moonlit sky,
“Who am I? Where is my true home?”
If we closed our eyes and looked beyond the veil of light we would go deeper.
Into infinity;
Our first home.
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On returning home, she’d welcome us with drums
- the One whose language is silence. Guided by the familiar sound of our heart beat, we’d begin to understand how to return to this place again and again. We’d remember that it is written in the river; that the blood that courses through our veins leads us back home to the ocean within.
We’d return to the place of no time, only the unfolding of the eternal now.
The place of infinite love because abundance has no bounds.
The place of harmony and dissolution of the separate self.
We’ll remember there is no “we”.
No you or I;
only One.
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With the awareness that we are the One, we remember that we are the creator
- that we are already here and have always been here - That the infinite space we’ve been searching for has always been around us, within us, and is in fact is our very essence.
We are both the cosmic queen and her sun warrior.
We are the infinite ocean and her eternal witness.
Here as One being.
So we honour our duality - the multidimensionality of Self.
We hold it with a sense of divine play and love -
Because that love is the force that creates us and holds us together.
We love her because she is life force itself; spaciousness and infinite possibility.
Without energy there is no life.
We love him because he sees us and moves us.
Without perception there is no existence.
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Stay awake to this Truth; that the greatness we seek to be a part of lives in every drop of our being.
That we’ve been here many times; leaving marks in the sands of time, leading ourselves back home into the awareness that recognizes;
“I am the creator and the created.
I am the ocean that I swim in”.
With this consciousness we create waves through space and time. Announcing our presence, arriving as ripples of, “Here I am”. A resonance that returns to her, as that is the nature of her magnetic love.
Even his greatness will return into her, dragging in with him everything, down to that very first and last pinpoint of light.
Back into the way from which he entered.
Into the moment of singularity.
Before the cosmic c-section,
before the laws of time and space.
That is the cyclical nature of the first gods and the last.
In perpetual motion toward the beginning and the end.
Before the unfolding of the One;
Before the recognition of Self.
Before the great,