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    Author: nansofast
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    Aiia inspired me to write my creation myth. It's simple and I wrote it years ago when I dropped out of grad school. I lost my mind and I'm sure this is exactly the way it happened.

    love is all you need,

    Nan


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    dotsthe gamedots
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    Granted, it hasn't been so long ago. The game by design
    of loneliness, that's all. The stark hunger of loneliness. I was not there in the beginning, if so I don't remember. There is only one character in this story. To begin, to begin, one cell, that's all. One cell of desire, neither man or woman does it resemble. Androgynous cell of desire that burst through my eye. It could never have been seen otherwise, nor could I write this story.

    We have made a crystalline prism of life through ego's eye, hard and diamond life where light casts herself, blinding those who seek her. The failure of the physical world we see is that only one reality is available to us. The loneliness is still a reality and myth claims her own rights to subtle forces. We look, but cannot see. The diamond is a mirror, the cell has turned to see it's Self. As long as it remains inside, the truth can't be known.

    "I think, therefore, I am" wrote Descartes, only one step toward an evolving system of thought on being. "I think, therefore, I create" my world might be how I see a creation myth. And yet, John Paul Satre described best the egoless society in which the "I" is no longer apart from everything.
    As long as there is "I, me, my" there is a gap in collective consciousness. As long as the gap remains, we feel a separation from the source of being. The one, the all, the tiny cell which burst, just to heal its loneliness.

    Yes, I admit it, I am trying to convince you that creation, the creator began as an amoeba. One cell, imprisoned unto itself whose quest of something more ignited "the game".

    This is a lonely place I have reached, and I have one chance to write these words before my separation is no longer available to me. Those of us who are idealists believe all souls in the world belong to that beginning of one cell. To describe my path, my soul chose to fail, to separate, to explain in detail so you might understand.

    The game is about turning loneliness into love. I have fought long and hard, my soul has lived many lifetimes. I can honestly say one truth about love. Love has no need and leaves no victims.

    It is the life of a mystic that propels us into the desire to know the creator. It is in a human form that we adopt the lonely role of the spirit warrior. It is then we assume the role our souls are born into. Nothing is left to chance in the universe. Planned long ago, the supreme mind invented our roles. Like puzzle pieces cast throughout time, we are the same character traits randomly molded together to form unique personalities. This is difficult work, my mind has thought so long and hard on these ideas. Each bit of inspiration explodes like rain and washes out before it meets the ground. There is so little time, to celestial beings we appear to be shooting stars.

    My original medium is poetry, these ideas have found their path through my pen. When ideas are exchanged there is alchemy, especially if the intent to communicate is genuine.
    Alchemy brings a sewing of energy between two minds, even there, the uniqueness of poetry is abound. The equality of relationships is predestined. To me, words have gotten in the way of understanding, because words carried on, without love and honor to uphold them.

    I will use words as a stepping stone to lead you back to the source. And "the game" is nothing more that the creator, creating every form of life as a way to love. So my story is a bit of evolution, even creationism, married with a philosophical uncovering of the ego.

    And every day is another chance to love.




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      Beautifully put and having much in parallel with thoughts of my own (or maybe not) which I sometimes try to collect in some form. A form of "the game" was very much in full power last December but it seems that rule number one was to never acknowledge it to another living soul.

    Lost your mind? BTDT. Perhaps then you too can fully appreciate these lines in Disney's new Alice in Wonderland movie...
    The Mad Hatter: Have I gone mad?
    [Alice checks Hatter's temperature]
    Alice Kingsley: I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are.

    Yes, a secret indeed.
    | Posted on 2010-07-20 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ]
      should burst be bursting or bursts? I'm no grammer expert just sounds odd.
    My favorite lines
    -to begin to begin
    -I think there for I am
    -words have gotten in the way of understanding
    For me these summed up the piece
    i-sol-at-ion
    I-loneliness
    sol=sun
    ion= little electricly charged particles
    I am the sun
    energy cannot be create or destroyed
    Without the I there is nothing to sacrifice
    Sat Nam
    | Posted on 2009-01-15 00:00:00 | by shaman | [ Reply to This ]
      
    Jase offered quite a bit, so I will not tamper with that . . .

    I have a few things to point out before I get to the good stuff:

    To begin, to begin, one cell, that's all. One cell of desire, neither man or woman does it resemble.

    'To begin, to begin, one cell' is really brilliant. It made me think of man and woman right away, a subtle foreshadowing (but not predictable) because of the repetition. It was not lost on me, and it was very clever. But the androgyny leads me to question this paragraph:

    We have made a crystalline prism of life through ego's eye, hard and diamond life where light casts herself, blinding those who seek her. The failure of the physical world we see is that only one reality is available to us. The loneliness is still a reality and myth claims her own rights to subtle forces. We look, but cannot see. The diamond is a mirror, the cell has turned to see it's Self. As long as it remains inside, the truth can't be known.

    It's very feminine with 'her' and 'herself' etc. Either I'm completely missing the male counterpart (perhaps outlined by 'crystalline prism' or 'hard and diamond life'), or the femininity (objective personal pronouns) should be genderless in this case, to keep consistent with the androgynous cell? However, the next paragraph quotes men, so maybe that's enough balance.

    (Minor grammatical error: it's Self should be its Self.)

    I will use words as a stepping stone to lead you back to the source. And "the game" is nothing more that the creator, creating every form of life as a way to love. So my story is a bit of evolution, even creationism, married with a philosophical uncovering of the ego.

    And every day is another chance to love.


    And how long ago did you write this? It's just as true now as it ever was. I've known you only for a few years, and yet your stance is still strong and evident in just about everything you write. I see this description and it's so true of even your most recent work. That's powerful.

    Love the power of your spirit. So glad you shared this with us.

    And now I'm hungering for some more prose from you.

    Alia
    | Posted on 2009-01-07 00:00:00 | by O | [ Reply to This ]
      ...and every day is another chance to live, too.

    what you write of here is an amalgamation of centuries of philosophy, distilled down into your unique viewpoint. i think that's where the beauty lies, in this fractured response which is at once complete and whole, as whole as anyone could ever make sense of it.

    i think language is secondary in many ways, in that it never expresses these truths in totality. but we can try, right? try to capture this and put it out there through various ways: art, and its many rays spindling out, performing this alchemy between minds, becoming an unstoppable force which rolls on and on, becoming collectively more united until...

    what will happen when this point comes? will it be a new dawn or too much to handle? almost comparable to that knife-edge between brilliance and utter insanity, i think. damn these tightropes.

    i agree very much with what you say here, nan, just in case you thought otherwise. i very much believe in this:
    "As long as there is "I, me, my" there is a gap in collective consciousness. As long as the gap remains, we feel a separation from the source of being. The one, the all, the tiny cell which burst, just to heal its loneliness."
    to return to the source is spoken of by many religions, obviously with their own twist to it. this couldn't be said any simpler, yet i think so many try to differentiate themselves so much that the essential truth of the matter gets lost in muddled syntax and dogma. to strip it all away and see it and feel it for what it is. right there. perfect.

    this alchemy you speak of is an important facet, i think. why else do others of like-minded ilk converse, collaborate, even dispute one another's findings? that need to find others, to connect, is what i believe it all comes down to. because that loneliness is such a void. i feel this loneliness and disconnection every day, and it's worse than my idea of death ever could be. but why do i feel this? maybe because, as you say, i'm too focused on me and my and i. as everyone is to a degree...

    sheesh, i ramble.
    great to see you posting your thoughts.
    it's definitely different for you.
    | Posted on 2009-01-05 00:00:00 | by meoww | [ Reply to This ]


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