It Happened in a Volcano
In
Plato's The Symposium, humans were originally
created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two
separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other
halves.
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All the times we pondered how it continued to happen, the
meeting each other over and over again throughout what we now know has been
identified as time. I would see you and know it was you. Everything in me would
quicken.
You would see me and know it was me. Your light became
brighter. The compelling toward each other is always a welcome and happy
moment. It has at times proven to be socially complicated, especially when
already mated, married or belong to others as slaves or servants.
We have managed to find each other during wars, when we
lived great distances apart, when we were wealthy, or when we were poor. We
have created enough children to populate nations.
Consciousness does not really understand time. It only
knows that it wants and the idea of time imposes limitations on form.
Manifesting what consciousness believed it wanted proved to be a powerful gift
of magic with all too often limited foresight.
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Once upon a time the consciousness of energy experienced
the desire for more. The desire motivated the transformation of the invisible
and intangible world into one of visible and tangible form. Without a template,
a universe of universes appeared. Swirls of energy became swirls of worlds
across the darkness and the emptiness of space.
We were there but not yet aware of our unique natures as
all was one and one was all in consciousness and in form. Eternal moments passed
as form exponentially multiplied. Lights emerged from the darkness until our
movement stabilized. We still moved but the experience was different. We became
part of the form expressed in one place alive in a continuing elliptical swirl
Rock mass formed. Waters formed. Form continued to evolve
as if looking for a way and a place to settle.
We lived among countless others part of one stream of
consciousness inside a mountain of intense heat below the water. Pressure
packed us closer together. It became hotter and hotter.
Our mountain home moved passionately thrusting up.
Endless motion threw us around. We did not know this experience. We felt a new
feeling. Our energy pitched higher as if something was soon to happen.
When the movement upward stopped, the mountain jerked backward
and then a hole opened at the top of the mountain and we were shot out of the
mountain. We felt the aftershock energy in the mountain until it rested.
We rose higher and higher into the air until we became crystal
in form. Then some power grabbed us pulling back down. We fell hard and fast
until we hit the water.
We remained in the water in crystal form while the rock
masses broke apart to sail to different locations. When the time came, our
crystals cracked and we could move. We had been together for so long that now
as individuals, there was new feeling of joy that our consciousness of each
other remained intact.
When we swam to the water’s edge, we crawled out
together. Nothing had prepared us for what came next. We discovered a new
power. We discovered the power of love long before we evolved to become humans.
The magic of consciousness is always constant, no matter
the form. Consciousness is taking us somewhere it seems to remember.
This was the beginning of life and lives on Earth. Do you
remember? You should. You were there. The stories, the novel are coming March 27, 2023 in eBook, AudioBook, and Paperback. Stay tuned.
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