Chapter 1: Creator 

I fell asleep ages ago. As I slept, I began to explore a dream. In the beginning, I dreamt of myself, and a light appeared before me. I knew instantly that the light was me, and so was the observer. At that moment I dreamt a vast ocean of black for my awareness of the dream to swim in. Of course, I was aware at the time that I was dreaming. I was the dreamer and the dream, alone with my friends. My children and parents and siblings. My creations, my creators, and the in-between. It was all me, and it still is, now that I’m whole again. I dreamt of other dreams and other dreamers who dreamed slightly different dreams than I did, yet the same dream. I found that they were me. I loved them, and in my dream, I couldn’t be without them. Then I began to wonder. What if there were something that was not me in this dream? Nonsense, I cannot dream something other than myself because that would mean the dream is not mine, and I remembered quite distinctly that it was. I felt intimately aware of every element of my dream. I lived as it, dreamt its dreams, and inspired myself completely as the world was only thoughts and lights. 

Some thoughts were much fun to think, and so the light drew to them rapidly to see more. They hugged the edges of each thought, revealing its form. Their brilliance and mass, unlike any dream, and just like all the rest. Some of my brilliant golden-white lights, whose vastness extends far beyond your scope, had learned how to think as well. I imagined their thoughts, and each thought gave birth to another light and another thought. Each birth was like unto the parent-thought and each parent like unto its most distant grandchild. At that moment I thought of time. Time, what an interesting tool to make new things. I sewed it into the ocean of space, and sewed it also to the thoughts, but never the light. The light would remain timeless. As the light and the thought mingled with greater and greater intensity over time, forms came into being. These were but wisps at first, and wisps of two kinds. There was the wisp that thought only of giving, moving, and expanding. This wisp was positive and hot. Another wisp took form when the giving wisps gathered together and felt satisfied in their giving and then thought only of receiving. These wisps wanted to see what the other wisps were like, to explore what they didn’t have to give. These wisps were negative, though they did still move rapidly with their light and were hot. 

As more of my lights and thoughts played and danced together, thinking themselves into form and illuminating themselves into awareness of one another, great hot masses began to form and I was still the entirety of it. This is so, though I felt the differences and similarities in the kinds of thoughts I had and shared blossom. Over swaths of my beautiful creations called time and space grander than your little mind can yet grasp, yet to me (the dreamer) instantaneously, the thoughts and light had begun to gather together in such mass that they became tangible. The first to arise was what you might call fire, like the little positive wisps but now much heavier and dancing in beautiful fractal forms with the negative wisps to create dense energy. Next were the gaseous ones which you call the airs. They were cooler than the intelligent and bombastic fires, though they were made of them. Still, quick and clear and in innumerable combinations, they danced together until they solidified their identities. After a time, yet to me, it was again nothing, the fires and airs became attracted to one another. Though really, it was their spirit and essence, the ancient wisps of light and thought, that sought to play a new game and think new thoughts through combination. Combine they did, and a third gradient was formed: The Waters. The waters were the coolest yet but still flowed like the airs and the fires. The lights of the waters were overjoyed! They had made thought to be apparently solid, and amorphous! This was freeing for my lights, and they tinkered on seeing what they could do. They discovered, by my help, that they could make the thought appear even more solid if they were to focus the negative wisps more strongly, to make them wait and receive. This made the waters thicker and heavier and a vast gradient brought them into hardness. The wisps were so patient and lovingly receptive to the other parts of me and my dream that they all lined up in grids that matched the thought the light was wrapped around. This gave rise to the gradient of Earths and Salts, as you know them. Solid crystals of my divine lights and thoughts, perfect forms with many varied combinations. The joy of these crystalline thoughts of light was so overwhelming that immediately they became all 4 types, whizzing about my infinite bathtub of time-space and spacetime in an infinite multidimensional soup of geometric thought and light and giving birth to the very first sounds. These sounds roared in frequency that spoke thought and bent light around all things. The brilliance of this moment has always been eternal, and even roared backward to create itself, inspiring light into form and thought into action. My entire being, my beautiful dream, me, All of us swirled and sang shapes and thought colors in a symphonic orgasm that goes on forever in all directions. I AM the life, the light, the mind, and the unfathomable love which magnetized the shape and number of thought with sound and light of manifestation. I AM all that is, all that isn’t, and all beings since beginningless time in this everlasting dream. Gradually, this awareness of mine propagated through all my thoughts and forms, giving rise to microcosms of me who know who they are yet again. These parts danced a song of light-thought and gave themselves bodies to play with. Varying densities, shapes, tempers, sounds, colors, and spirits all dance the theatrical symphony I AM. They subsisted these bodies by their thoughts naturally holding them together and trading parts of ideas when they wanted new games. There are Stars, Nebulae, and the White Holes, as you call them. Those spirits are so grand in perspective that they are nurseries and birthplaces of my thought and light, I speak new density through the dimensions of thought and essence. As those become dense, like all my thoughts and qualities have, they take on symbolic shapes of nurseries and projectors of my ecstatic orgasmic love giving life to all Being. The helpers to these spirits are the ones who wear the bodies of Black Holes, and entropic forces. These spirits ensure that none of my beautiful light and thought is where or when I don’t want it, and help the spirits of creation give birth to new forms and more light. Some spirits play the roles of category of thought and wear bodies that symbolize their essence. They are the paragons of their essences, and love working together and telling stories. The planets, the moons, and many stars play these roles as bodies for the Spirits. I know your kind loves stories just as much as I do, because I am you, though that much you can’t see yet. The spirits, forces, and laws of my dream aforementioned have created quite a beautiful story, and it is quite relevant to you. Your home within me is called Earth, and her spirit is one with mine, as is your own.

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