Angels in Machines When at last the beginning arrived there was a ping , not unlike a diamond needle dropping in silent room which exists nowhere but in the infinity of your dreams. Rushin on past the beginning… a massive fragmentation explosion radiating outwards in a silent crushing burst , realizing itself unto a roar, over modulating; ripping a new reality , creating the entity objects we call space and time. One second later the cosmos was billions of light years away from its singularity……pulsing still , a bodyless eye centred in a beautiful explosion forever heard in the white rush of the galactic radiation. The Light of a trillion million suns pulsing light waves into the void which binds, building the first forms, these shining Olympians made of stars, collided with the might of Titans. Massive gas storms of divine proportion, filling the expanse of our radiating reality. Their cosmic dance within the stellar expansion , always in time and on time , counting the light years . Every second a trillion new quantum wave birthed…… pushing outward this dimension of explosive light as the nanoseconds become aeons forever twisting in the flux and verve of timespace The forge of stars and ethereal giants create solidity giving true and real form to these beautiful bodies , ever smashing in the violence of variation and destruction, one becomes many , so that many may create the beautiful starfield of eternity , ever slipping its bonds rushing unto eternity to meet its sister fragmenation originating from her own cosmic crèche , a fragmented core singularity .searching for its neighbour. With and when every expansion occurs in each reality must come a period of cooling, as the inner reaches become voids unto their own as distance becomes a contender with the magnitude of time And here ….in the inner reaches of our origin….the Titans began to slow down, allowing the Olympians to form into planets ……..at first larger than your eye could ever conceive of, then breaking down as the ages and ethers drift into one another. The violence of procreation and conception realized by more explosions as the worlds hurled into one another forever tossed in spirals by the dance of the titans ….aflame in their gaseous glory. In time the Gift of Light began to realize itself as The Solaric Monarchs began to gather their Sons and Daughters, each of them a perfect ballet beatific in form ……gravitational supermodels. Certain worlds were bathed in the soft light of Creation. Perfectly given a warm light bath from a mothering sun , yet too far for her searing beauty to bring the burn the primordial faces of her new rocky and gaseous whelps. The sacred and desirable Ghost of a chance for myriad kingdoms and realms for Flora and Fauna to arise from these primordial and brutal wastelands . Each world given a chance to bring forth the conditions for the protoformats which create life , the rite of creation for each One of a Suns progeny, nonetheless a delicate Lotus easily lost in the cosmic battle Eternal. A million galaxies forming lifeorms, Some were snuffed out , but with every aeon a million new stars bring forth a million new chances and some did not perish. On these worlds , the angelic Light began to take corporeal forms destined to meet the other generations from other suns. Both benign unions and galactic warfare adding new wavelenths and spectrums to the eternal radiance of all things until the timespace shall meet its own error message , its twin reality beckoning from beyond the door of eternity and this our lovely radiance. We are indeed at present more than the sum of our parts. So mote it be and so it always has been.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 11:17:13 +0000
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