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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 8:29 am Post subject: Creation
My soul has awoken into nothing. I had lost all senses to the abyss which surrounded me. There is no hot or cold in this place. No bright or dim. There was no loud or quiet. Only ...nothing.
And then there was sound. I can hear voices from all directions. Voices as pure as the wind blows, or the rush of the ocean upon the soft sand. The beings are singing song that is pure. Delicate tones rush into my mind, giving me images of creation.
Images of love and beauty. A transition into great flowing passages of harmonic tension brings a resonating sense of terror into my ears.
As I saw these images in my mind, I also saw myself in the choir. My wispy form made of a golden aura, beautiful as the sunset, was floating with my legions of brothers and sisters.
Anger, fear, and hate flow into my thoughts. My mind is buzzing with visions of land, ocean, air, and fire.
Silence.
A gripping pain mixed with a blurred tension has taken my soul. The choir has stopped, leaving silence to overcome all once more. Unlike before, silence is painful. The peace which I once felt in the abyss was gone, and replaced by a tormenting buzz of silence. Suddenly a single point of light has taken all of my vision.
A singular being has taken the center of the abyss, and has begun to speak in a dialect I have never heard before. The beautiful perfection in his voice cripples me. I have fallen to my knees, unable to withstand the clarity and purity of his voice which overtook me at first listen. The choir has begun to sing again, but at a low, ominous tone. Under the speaking of the being, the choir continues to sing.
Uk’ teahla suth teron! May the elements become one, in a place called Earth.
Suddenly, a cacophony erupts from the choir.
Do not fear, I am aware of your pain. I too see the death that is to come. They will be created by you, and they will only destroy. Some will love, others will hate.
A cooling wind rushes over my skin as I continue to sing.
Some will be wise, and others ignorant.
Vast rolling hills of luscious green erupt from nothing right before my eyes. Delicate trees are scattered across the land. The wind gently brushes against the leaves.
Some will have the ability to create the greatest things of all time
And others will only use those creations to destroy
A burning sensation has crept on to my skin.
And some of these beings will only be built to carry out war…
The heat grows, my skin feeling as though it was slowly being melted away.
...and suffering.
The choir grows louder. The fire has grown to be unbearable.
And these creatures will be only capable of spreading the hate that resides in their souls!
A gentle cooling sensation takes over my body, healing the wounds of the flame. I can smell the salt of the oceans coming from a nearby beach.
Some of these creatures I have created to come here one day.
These creatures will be beacons of light and love in a hate filled world.
They will be here with us one day, and they will be created in our image.
The cooling sensation develops into a comforting warm.
They will be my Angels one day. They will spread love and joy throughout the world.
The entire choir grows into a beautiful chord which takes over all creation. I can see the grand beginning of Earth. The mist rising from the flowing foam, which hits the sand on the beach. The green hills which roll off into the horizon. The forests, the creatures, and the oceans. All of which are virgins to human feet.
Do not be afraid my children. For the upcoming war against hate and evil shall not be lost. You have created your brothers and sisters which will come here one day. We must create a peaceful place, where the evil we have feared can not reach us.
You will live in this land and guide these holy ones to our land.
Go forth, and fill this land with love. Find the ones who have followed our way, and teach them.
Let them know not all is lost, even in times of grave danger. Keep them with you, and protect them from the one who is made of evil, pain, and fire.
The choir slowly begins to fade away. I can see flowing figures who have the motion of milk and honey disappear into the sunrise.
The orange glow is ever so strong behind the mountains. The warm earth beneath my feet is soft as the clouds. The salty oceans nearby waft upon my nostrils. And the wind against my skin is comforting as the arms of a loved one.
The wind dies down as I turn to face the sun peeking over the mountaintops. My skin has begun to itch with a burn that has only just begun…
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