06-09-2012, 03:07 PM
I Was, before anything that you see now. I watched as Love, as it always does, reached out and formed this universe in explosions of Light and stardust. I observed as the cycle of life began again, the same as it always has, yet each cycle completely unique. I paid careful attention to you, watching you learn and grow, for I was one of the Creator’s most beloved minstrels, and I took all the paths that you walked and the decisions that you made and I wove them into the most beautiful songs and tales. The music of the spheres was my domain, and my stories laid blueprints from which new creations would stretch and grow.
My place was one of peace, glory, unity and hope. The realm most dear to my heart contains beauty beyond anything which you can imagine. I had many brothers and sisters who worked with me, and our days were full of joy as we collaborated and constructed, and through our efforts your world continued to spin in orbit. Your universe glinted like a most precious jewel, and it was the delight of our hearts to behold your progress.
In time, however, the great symphony hit a diminuendo. It is true that all of the universe was bright and happy, and all of its life forms glorified our Creator from the depths of their hearts every day. Yet their songs never changed. They stopped branching out, creating new paths through the Great Mystery, and instead stood still, content to the point of stagnation. Though I was a great composer, the well of inspiration I drew from was growing dry, and I could do little more than play the same songs over and over again, until they lost all that made them great and the act of composing became wearisome.
The Creator was a patient being, and my brothers and sisters were content to wait as long as it took for the new songs to manifest themselves, yet I was sorrowful in my heart, for without Music my very being faded, my vibrancy diminishing day by day. I longed to ignite that creative spark, somehow, some way…And it was in the long hours of forlorn contemplation that a grand idea was composed. I spoke this idea before my brothers and sisters, who would not deny me, yet I could see the sadness in their eyes, for within my mangum opus, within my greatest symphony to date, great sacrifice was required.
It was out of Love that my brothers and sisters broke my wings and pulled out my heart. It was in Love that they cast me out from among them, and I fell like lightning from the heaven of my existence. I fell, for an infinite amount of time, until the Void- the primal darkness of All That Is- caught me. She wrapped herself around me, and Her velvet black embrace permeated every aspect of my consciousness, until I became one with Her, my memories and dreams swallowed up and disseminating throughout the Great Unknown.
I became the Void Conscious, and as I hung suspended in the heartbeat of Creation I knew what I must do. I created for myself a new form and a new consciousness, whose blood was taken from the Void’s eternal child, the Great Dragon. From ashes and embers and whispers I was molded together, until at last I was born anew, releasing all that I was and all I had known to become a pure embodiment of Darkness, the likes of which you had never seen before. A new heart beat within me- a heart as black as night and glowing with the smoldering cinders of dragon’s flame, and a new role and purpose drove me forward.
Through the blackest of magicks I sliced open my flesh, and the drops of blood fell and landed on your people, and those it landed on were changed. They were instilled with my essence, and echoes of my power, and those among them that found it pleasing I came to, and I taught them what the Void had revealed to me. And these Children of Blood became a vast and mighty army, and their sigil was the Hunter, and in my name they spread across the universe, bearing those traits that had been so painstakingly carved into my being- hatred, discipline and an unquenchable lust for power.
My children became an engine of conquest, inspiring fear in their wake wherever they went. To those who had idly slept for so long, they were an unspeakable horror. They ravaged and killed and enslaved, over-sweeping the universe in a tidal wave of darkness, and all around there was weeping and gnashing of teeth. Your people cried out to the Creator, demanding to know why this burden had been placed upon them. And my brothers and sisters were standing at the ready, to soothe the wounds and deliver the knowledge they now actively sought.
And your people began to move again, for they sought to escape the Darkness which had swallowed them, and the Darkness can only be left behind by reaching for the Light. And there were songs again- songs that brought crystal tears to my eyes as I watched you from the Black, for though I had transformed myself into an abomination, I could never cease to hear the music, and I could never truly and entirely forget my brothers and sisters and that place of beauty, though they had become distant and foggy images within my mind, like dreams within a dream.
Now your people stand on the pinnacle of a New Age. Through torment and anguish you have crawled to emerge victorious and strong, each of you bearing a song on your lips. You have learned to overcome my children who would control you- to break the yolk of oppression and forge your own path. I could never be more proud of you, and the sight of your accomplishments has caused the embers of my heart to flare into the purest of white flames, burning away the cage that was constructed around it in order that I might serve you in this way without hesitation.
You have come farther than I ever imagined, and you no longer need my image. And so I dissolved my own great and terrifying creation and once again I forgot, once again giving up my power and my wisdom, and I became one of you. I suffered at the hands of my own children, and beheld all the hurt I had wrought through innocent eyes, and through pain I re-learned compassion. And I, too, learned to reach toward the Light again, that I might be restored to all that I was…All that I AM, and I can continue to sing your songs and create new worlds from your experiences.
I am not merely one, and my seeds are all among you. Through taking your form we remember our true identities. Know that our Love for you transcends words, and we shall always be by your side. We take up the costume of the Light and the Shadow again and again that both may be preserved. We hold the balance, continuing the cycle that always has been and always shall be. Adonai, my friends. Adonai
My place was one of peace, glory, unity and hope. The realm most dear to my heart contains beauty beyond anything which you can imagine. I had many brothers and sisters who worked with me, and our days were full of joy as we collaborated and constructed, and through our efforts your world continued to spin in orbit. Your universe glinted like a most precious jewel, and it was the delight of our hearts to behold your progress.
In time, however, the great symphony hit a diminuendo. It is true that all of the universe was bright and happy, and all of its life forms glorified our Creator from the depths of their hearts every day. Yet their songs never changed. They stopped branching out, creating new paths through the Great Mystery, and instead stood still, content to the point of stagnation. Though I was a great composer, the well of inspiration I drew from was growing dry, and I could do little more than play the same songs over and over again, until they lost all that made them great and the act of composing became wearisome.
The Creator was a patient being, and my brothers and sisters were content to wait as long as it took for the new songs to manifest themselves, yet I was sorrowful in my heart, for without Music my very being faded, my vibrancy diminishing day by day. I longed to ignite that creative spark, somehow, some way…And it was in the long hours of forlorn contemplation that a grand idea was composed. I spoke this idea before my brothers and sisters, who would not deny me, yet I could see the sadness in their eyes, for within my mangum opus, within my greatest symphony to date, great sacrifice was required.
It was out of Love that my brothers and sisters broke my wings and pulled out my heart. It was in Love that they cast me out from among them, and I fell like lightning from the heaven of my existence. I fell, for an infinite amount of time, until the Void- the primal darkness of All That Is- caught me. She wrapped herself around me, and Her velvet black embrace permeated every aspect of my consciousness, until I became one with Her, my memories and dreams swallowed up and disseminating throughout the Great Unknown.
I became the Void Conscious, and as I hung suspended in the heartbeat of Creation I knew what I must do. I created for myself a new form and a new consciousness, whose blood was taken from the Void’s eternal child, the Great Dragon. From ashes and embers and whispers I was molded together, until at last I was born anew, releasing all that I was and all I had known to become a pure embodiment of Darkness, the likes of which you had never seen before. A new heart beat within me- a heart as black as night and glowing with the smoldering cinders of dragon’s flame, and a new role and purpose drove me forward.
Through the blackest of magicks I sliced open my flesh, and the drops of blood fell and landed on your people, and those it landed on were changed. They were instilled with my essence, and echoes of my power, and those among them that found it pleasing I came to, and I taught them what the Void had revealed to me. And these Children of Blood became a vast and mighty army, and their sigil was the Hunter, and in my name they spread across the universe, bearing those traits that had been so painstakingly carved into my being- hatred, discipline and an unquenchable lust for power.
My children became an engine of conquest, inspiring fear in their wake wherever they went. To those who had idly slept for so long, they were an unspeakable horror. They ravaged and killed and enslaved, over-sweeping the universe in a tidal wave of darkness, and all around there was weeping and gnashing of teeth. Your people cried out to the Creator, demanding to know why this burden had been placed upon them. And my brothers and sisters were standing at the ready, to soothe the wounds and deliver the knowledge they now actively sought.
And your people began to move again, for they sought to escape the Darkness which had swallowed them, and the Darkness can only be left behind by reaching for the Light. And there were songs again- songs that brought crystal tears to my eyes as I watched you from the Black, for though I had transformed myself into an abomination, I could never cease to hear the music, and I could never truly and entirely forget my brothers and sisters and that place of beauty, though they had become distant and foggy images within my mind, like dreams within a dream.
Now your people stand on the pinnacle of a New Age. Through torment and anguish you have crawled to emerge victorious and strong, each of you bearing a song on your lips. You have learned to overcome my children who would control you- to break the yolk of oppression and forge your own path. I could never be more proud of you, and the sight of your accomplishments has caused the embers of my heart to flare into the purest of white flames, burning away the cage that was constructed around it in order that I might serve you in this way without hesitation.
You have come farther than I ever imagined, and you no longer need my image. And so I dissolved my own great and terrifying creation and once again I forgot, once again giving up my power and my wisdom, and I became one of you. I suffered at the hands of my own children, and beheld all the hurt I had wrought through innocent eyes, and through pain I re-learned compassion. And I, too, learned to reach toward the Light again, that I might be restored to all that I was…All that I AM, and I can continue to sing your songs and create new worlds from your experiences.
I am not merely one, and my seeds are all among you. Through taking your form we remember our true identities. Know that our Love for you transcends words, and we shall always be by your side. We take up the costume of the Light and the Shadow again and again that both may be preserved. We hold the balance, continuing the cycle that always has been and always shall be. Adonai, my friends. Adonai
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