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| I am there at the beginning, swimming in chaos, warm like sunlight and sweet. I am there, stretched forever, touching eternity with intangible spirit. I am the cosmic serpent, coiled and ready to strike; the tongue of Audhumbla; the sleeping Vishnu. I am Ra and Yahweh, breathing out the life force, the Anima Mundi. I am instinct and intuition: I tell the leaf to seek the sun, the root to seek earth, worms to burrow and dragonflies to fly. I am the leaf, the root, the worm, the dragonfly, and their spirits mine and mine theirs, united, the lines between us indistinguishable. I am there, aware of being everything. I am in sumer, pressing styluses into clay. I am Thoth painting scarabs and ankhs. I am the disk of Phaistos, and the Rosetta stone. I am Huang Che and the spider. I am there at Babel, still there, still all, unaware of my greatness. At least there is light to read by. I am there at death. I am Caligula, Vlad Tepes, Hitler. I am Pythagoras, Socrates, Ghandi. I am Boudicca and Mother Theresa. (My right hand sees what my left is doing, and it hates it.) I am there at the resurrections: Osiris, Jeshua ben Joseph, Hiram Abiff. The central computer is down, and I am a schizophrenic goddess. I bless. I curse. I contradict myself. I only hear one voice at a time. |
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| "But are we being dreamed by a single divine intelligence, by God, or are we being dreamed by the collective consciousness of all things-- by all the electrons, Z particles, butterflies, neutron stars, sea cucumbers, human and nonhuman intelligences in the universe?" -Michael Talbot, The Holographic Universe |
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