Higher Consciousness

    Animals do not lie.  Feint, at times, perhaps play the trickster as foxes
are wont to do-- but God's beasts do not lie.  They kill, ravage,
adulterate, do savage deeds all under Heaven's eye and the creed of
Survival, the only Law of the Jungle.  But no flying or crawling, creeping
or climbing thing commits that single most heinous blot on the fullness of
Soul.  There are no lies among the tongues and ways of beasts.

    Is it in the brains, then, playhouse of our Human Selves and all our
Mysteries, which are really things we don't understand but feel like we
need to.  Is it in the imagination, where potent-plumed fantasies chase one
another down a maze limited only by our scope of insight? Somewhere in the
gray mass we so esteem where dreams collect and ignite, is it there that
lies the wont of lying?  Where did we learn to lie?  Who taught us so?  Are
all my dreams themselves, lies?  If they are, can they be disproved?

    Do we lie, then, as some Gnostics would whisper, between the lines, because
lies are all we know how to see and remember the world?

    What is, then, Truth?  And how do we know it?

    Well, Beloved, there is a tale once told but more forgotten of Truth and
Lie.  Perhaps, again, listener, like the moderns, the forgettors, the
relearners do, you could turn your back on me and call this tale, too, lie,
and frame of world.  Perhaps you even should.  But I make no promises of
Truth Behind, the knowledge and illusion of worlds that K'And (God, the
All-Being) is, that that holy men touched, that wicked men guard with
tongue-tipped barbs.

    Truth is a mirror, dear.  It is the mirror of God.  The surface of its
glare is colder than loneliness and as blank as memory at birth.  In it
angels and demons do not appear, but are unraveled, fot it is only by its
sharpness are they reft from existance.

    Man was crafted-- in Love, in Hope, in trickery-- as this Mirror's bearer,
when K'And came into Creation.  One reflection of the Mirror Truth
(Iosla-nlad), was called the Light, the other, Dark.  And Man, even before
Kadmoni time, served, and fit, and was the one bearer of the Iosla-nlad.
And he knew only that, because that was all he really needed to know.

    It was the Instigator and his Second Dissention-- that the Judeo-Christians
call Lucifer's Fall, that brought falsehood with him, for as he fell (or
rose, for there were no directions in the Pre-Void until his fall), he
brushed Man with a wingtip, and his feathers ~burned,~ burned with the head
of newness and flame and running and passion.  Man dropped the Iosla-nlad
and it shattered, surrounded by Void.

    Just as a tree once splintered will always be kindling wood, so the Mirror
Truth was only Shards, in the Void, and nothing more.

    Fragments in this breaking of the Iosla-nlad flew up into Man's eyes,
blinding him, and two bloody tears ~fell~ from between his fingers,
following the direction of the Instigator, all turned upside and down.

    One flaming tear K'And kept, fashioning of it later, the earth.  But the
other fell not to a Hell or a Heaven, but kept falling and hurtling in the
Void, and where it finally touched, it touched earth.  And from there
sprang up the forgiveness of the worlds without a time but only its birth,
the miracle, Death.

    Man has those shards of Iosla-nlad in his eyes still-- past Eden and
evolution, reflecting rhyme and reason.  For what he sees and knows comes
refracted, through its clear spikes, with no point of reference.

    So can we still prove lies?  Aye, both prove and know in ourselves alone.
For it is only Man, with the very Iosla-nlad behind his vision, that breaks
up the world into the Truth and its deceit, all in the name of Survival.
Only we have, you see, felt, touched, encircled it with our arms.  We have
borne it, it has been of ours and K'And.

    It is only the beasts, we find, that puzzle us, for they see themselves
reflected, in those shards.  From the animals, we are apart, we find--
lonely, blanker of instinct.  They flee from the scope of Men's eyes,
knowing only the Is in the depths of their minds and not refracted through
their eyes.

--J.P.
Wake up.  No, I didn't like it either, really.  Oh, well... (saith the author in her modesty --Amy)