In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. That’s what they say anyway, but here I am, seeing nothing. I am before the universe, before the times of whatever happened to create everything, and I see no God, no particles to collide and cause the big bang. I see…nothing…that’s all there really is, nothingness. You can’t expect much more you know, considering that nothing exists yet, except for me of course. I know I exist, because I am thinking. I wish I could describe my surroundings, but that’s the hard part, I have no surroundings. There doesn’t even seem to be any space for surroundings to be in…I’m not taking up any space. That’s rather strange, although it’s to be expected. How could I take up space when space hasn’t been created yet? That would just be silly, wouldn’t it?
Hm? What’s this? Something is happening. I suddenly feel as though there is a behind. How can there be a behind if there is not an in front? Wait, there is! There is an in front of, a behind, a left, and a right. There is space, there is surrounding. However, there doesn’t seem to be anything in these surroundings, I don’t even seem to be in these surroundings. Does this mean that I don’t take up space? How can I exist if I don’t take up space? Wait, I exist because I think, that’s how I exist, and I’m still thinking, so therefore I must exist. This is definitely a strange little phenomenon. I look out and see. I see…but what is it I’m seeing? I do not know, but it is foreboding and almost frightening. It appears to be empty. Is that it? Am I seeing emptiness?
This emptiness appears to be moving. I wonder, can I move? It seems I can’t. That is a little disheartening. I wish I could move. Wait, there it goes again, the emptiness is changing, little wisps of the emptiness, appearing darker than the rest, are flowing about, mingling with one another. They appear to be connecting. Darker…than the rest…that is what this is, not emptiness, but darkness. I am in darkness. But how can there be darkness without light? Isn’t that impossible? What are those little clouds of darkness doing? Molding together, fusing themselves to one another, and contracting. They are shrinking down. How can they do that?
Oh my! That spot…that spot has changed drastically. That one particular speck of space in the center of the clouds of darkness has become this strange entity. It is vastly different from the darkness. In fact, it is almost opposite to the darkness. Perhaps…could this be light? In the very essence of darkness, in the deepest and most condensed part of the only darkness in existence, light formed. This spot of shining light, it is wonderful. I wish once again that I could move, simply to become closer to it. I have decided, I like the light.
I wonder what caused this to happen at this moment. Why would the darkness choose to condense right now, right here. Wait a moment, even aside from that, what created the darkness in the first place? And for that matter, what created this space that the darkness resides in? I was here the entire time, wasn’t I? Shouldn’t I have seen what did this? Then again, I didn’t start seeing until the darkness was there, but even still, I should have seen what was manipulating the darkness. Unless…of course, that is just absurd. It couldn’t be…could it? Perhaps…I created this space. Simply by thinking, I caused space to come to be. My very thoughts taking shape and making this darkness, and my interest in the darkness causing it to shift and condense until it had become so very small, light formed in the center.
Does this make me God? Well, I would have to be, wouldn’t I? After all, I am the only thing here. I was here before anything was created. I created space itself, I must be God. Oh glorious day, this is a wonderful discovery. I suddenly feel so full of purpose. I am God.
All right, if I am God, then I must hurry and decide what to create next. I have to be careful though, if I create something that doesn’t belong, who knows what could happen. Well, let’s think about this, I could try to make another being, which would be so nice, to finally have someone to think with and be around. Yes, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll create a companion. However, I have to make sure this companion can think for themselves. It would be so dreadfully boring to think with someone who only thinks my thoughts. I would think it would be rather maddening to constantly have the same thoughts as my counterpart. Therefore, my companion must have their own thoughts. But…what if they disagree with me, and become angry with me? Then they won’t want to think with me anymore, and I’ll be just as alone as I am now. Alright, the simple solution to that is to make two companions, that way if there is ever a disagreement, we can all three decide who is right, or in the very least we can vote to see who we believe is closest to the right. Of course, that will limit our thinking to only things that have two sides, when there are so many things that have three, four, five, and more sides to them. I suppose I could fix this issue the same way I fixed the first, I’ll create more companions, until we have covered every possible thought on every possible thing, and then one extra, to break the vote of course. That’s quite a few people, isn’t it?
Wait a moment, what’s that? What is the speck doing? It seems to be growing brighter, and a little bigger. Is it growing? But for it to be growing, it would have to be conscious, alive. Perhaps it is alive, maybe my thoughts about a companion caused my little flicker of light to evolve into a real companion. Hm, I wonder why my companion has a form, and I don’t. I’d like to have a form. That way I could look down and I could see what I was, and I could know I exist. I could even speak if I wanted, thinking does get to be rather droll after a while you know, speaking would be so much better, able to get my thoughts out into this space in a real way. Maybe I do have a form, it is just so small that I can’t see it, or maybe it’s just that there isn’t enough light. Yes, that must be it, I can’t be small, after all, I am God.
Moreover, if I have a form, then naturally I can speak. I want to try. I want to talk to my little spot of light. I wonder what I will sound like. Sound? Oh my word, I don’t know if I can hear. What am I talking about, of course I can hear, I’m God, I can do anything. Now enough messing around with these silly thoughts, I want to speak to my friend.
“You there! Little speck of light, what are you doing over there? Are you growing? Can you understand me? I’d appreciate it oh so much if you could, because then we could talk and be friends. Please, answer me little speck of light, tell me your name. I am God.”
It is not responding. Why is my friend ignoring me? Is my little light friend angry with me? No, it cannot be angry with me. For it to be angry with me, I would have to have done something wrong, and I am God. I must just be too far away; I can’t expect it to hear me from this far away. I must move closer. Come now. Let’s move. Although, this might be a bit more difficult than I originally thought, I’ve never moved before. Not to say that I can’t, of course, I can, I’m God, but I just don’t quite know where to start. I’ll just will myself forward, towards the light. I will move towards my little shining friend.
Oh goodness! This is wonderful! Moving is absolute bliss! Would you look at that, look at all the space there is between my little friend and me. He is not little at all, now that I’m getting closer; my little shine is much larger than I had first thought. It can’t be bigger than I can, I’m God, so that’s just silly to think, but it is indeed rather large. Now that I look back, to see my friend from such a distance, that must mean that I am looking at everything. All that is existing. In addition, since I created my friend from my thoughts, and he is so large, and I made him so far away, that must mean my thoughts are incredibly powerful. Of course, my thoughts are powerful, I am God after all.
Would you look at that, there are all sorts of other friends here too. I just couldn’t see them because they match the darkness. I mean, I could see them if I had wanted to, I am God, I can see everything, but I just chose not to see them since I was focusing on my friend of light. All these other little friends seem to be spinning; they are congregating around my friend.
That’s odd, why are they congregating around him? I created them after all, I’m god, and they should be spinning around me! This is blasphemy! Why do my own creations circle and worship that little speck of light instead of their own creator! I am greatly displeased with these little beings. They are no more than barren rocks to me. They do not matter, none of these vile little things, refusing to acknowledge my power. I am God!
Although…that one does catch my eye, it’s such a pretty shade of…what is that? It isn’t darkness, or light, it’s something different. I like it. I shall call it blue. Because that is just a happy little word, and this little thing makes me happy. It doesn’t seem to be very big. I want to move closer. It looks rather empty. That is sad. A place this pretty should have things in it. I know, I’ll create other things to put in it, smaller things, but things that will add to its beauty. Other colors that are happy. I’ll but green things and red things and purple things and white things.
Why does this place still circle that vile speck of light? I am making it better; I am giving it a purpose! I am God, it should circle me! I know, it must not understand, like a little child. Yes, it is young; it was only recently created…wasn’t it? It wasn’t that long ago that all this happened I don’t think. Oh well, I don’t like thinking in terms of time, I know it wasn’t long. Back to what matters. The reason it doesn’t worship me is that it is young; I just have to punish it and teach it. I’ll put in more things, scary things, prickly things and sharp things and hard things.
“There, you have been adequately punished. Do you now understand the error of your ways? Will you now circle me, instead of that disgusting light? I am God, you would be best to do as I say you know.”
It still refuses to heed me. I cannot allow this. If I let this one place disobey me without further punishment, all the others will disobey me, they will join up with that heinous speck and they will try to overthrow me and make the light their god. No! I am God! I will show you all that you cannot treat me like that! I shall wrap this world in darkness! I shall make all the beauty here appearance only. Darkness shall seep into this world and shall rule it through pain, greed, suffering, and all things that are evil. I condemn this world to show the others, I am God, and I will not be disobeyed.
Now, I shall go down into this world and make sure that the darkness has taken firm hold. I shall walk the lands and examine the artificial beauty I created and make sure that everything knows the extent of the evil that is now embedded here, in this disgusting little rock that refused to acknowledge me, in spite of all I blessed it with. I will show them all that I cannot be disrespected in such a way. I shall show them and that disgusting speck.
Strange, from this perspective, the world is much larger, but I suppose that was the goal. Now, to examine this place and make sure the darkness took firm hold here. Yes, I can see, even under the magnificent beauty, I blessed this place with, the darkness is embedded. This world will never escape its own darkness. It will be forever condemned to suffer tragedies it brought upon itself.
“I hated to do this, but you forced my hand. I wanted to bless you and make you a wondrous place. To increase your beauty exponentially. I wanted to make you the most grand of all. Better than all the other disgusting rocks out there, more brilliant than that bloody speck of light that constantly tries to usurp my throne. I wanted to make you grand, but you refused me, so like a child I punished you. I hope you have seen the error of your ways and you will repent. I…wait a moment…what is that? That little glimmer of yellow there? You! Come forth to me!”
This little thing…this fragile little…flower, I shall call it. It appears so weak, but so lovely. I wonder what its name is. Maybe I can name it. Yes, I’m God, of course, I can name it. I would like to touch it. To feel the beauty that has, apparently, escaped the touch of my darkness. It must be a powerfully innocent and pure thing to have made it out.
“I shall name you…angel’s trumpet, for angels are the very children of God, and you call out to my like a beautiful trumpet played so prettily. I am God you know, I am glad that you managed to be spared my punishment of this place. You are too beautiful to be destroyed or corrupted. I am glad I can enjoy your beauty. Would you mind if I gave you a kiss, little trumpet?”
Strange, it doesn’t reply. I suppose it is just shy, it is its first time speaking to God; naturally, it would be nervous, especially when I am so bold to offer my affection after punishing its brothers for their blatant disobedience. I shall surprise it with a kiss to the head, which should make it far more comfortable to be around me.
There, now it shall respond to me. I know it will, I am God, it will have to.
Why is it not acknowledging me? Does this little thing think that simply because it escaped my darkness that I cannot punish it? I shall punish it for its disrespect! I shall make it a spectacle for all who dare to oppose me, even the most beautiful things, even the things that I give my affections to can be punished severely if they cross me. I am not weak, and I will not be perceived as such. I am God.
“Foolish flower! You dare to disrespect your creator! I am God and I will not allow you to treat me with such obvious irreverence! I will show all who dare to even consider disobeying me what they are in for by making you my example. Oh little angel’s trumpet, when one I loved so much has angered me so, I shall devour you and show all, especially that damned speck of light, that none can disrespect me. I AM GOD!”
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Moreover, as the being of thought who believed himself to be God proceeded to devour the little yellow flower, it happened. Without even the slightest hint of danger or deception, the little flower allowed the darkness that had indeed been embedded in it, to work its ways and show this foolish being just how powerful the darkness truly was.
“There! How do you like this? I have eaten all of your flowers and half of your leaves, you shall soon perish! Do you still wish to disrespect me! Do you! Ew ooo!” The being cried out.
His screaming in vain, the little flower not heeding his words. The darkness already taking hold in his body. He quickly doubled over in pain and confusion. Screaming out nonsense as the visions take hold. His pupils dilating and his screeches of fear and agony increasing, the only intelligible words coming out of his mouth being “God” and “speck” over and over again with various babbling mixed in between.
Soon again, the world was silent, no longer tormented by this being of strange power. And the darkness fell, that giant ball of light shifting in the sky, turning, facing away, and leaving this world in darkness.
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James woke with a start, a cold sweat covering him and soaking his sheets. A soft cry having escaped from his lips when his eyes snapped open to the darkness. He lies in his bed, just staring up at the blank ceiling, trying to remember what dream had caused him to become so upset, but in the end, he couldn’t recall anything.
“James, honey, get up, you’ve got to get ready for school. If you hurry and get dressed I’ve got some breakfast cooking,” a sweet, yet somewhat hennish voice called through the door “but you have to hurry, I won’t have you being late again. The last thing I need is that bullheaded principal of yours calling me while I’m at work again. Stupid man, thinks he needs to call for every little thing, he just…” Her voice trailed off, complaining about principal Edwins again. She definitely was not a fan of his.
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