Empty. Void. Nothing. No uncomfortable fear, nor calm serenity. They don’t exist. It has always been this way...but no longer - potential is born, so vast and electrifying that it feels to burst containment. But there is no space. Intention flashes, burning impossibly bright; fueled by will. A tiny light settles slowly into the fray, qualming all around it. The divine spark makes contact, and existence bursts forth. Ethereal bodies form, the complexity of nature embedded in their roots. As the universe begins its endless dance, potential permeates and saturates it. Last, the Seed of Creation is planted, as a peaceful respite replaces the burning will.
The chains of inevitability break, releasing freedom. I wonder; into what will this Seed blossom? Has this ever happened before? Will it ever happen again? With Choice in the balance, how could this end? I look to my Father, approval shining down on His creation. I turn back to observe the Beginning, and wonder – can they handle Choice? Will I have to save them? Am I even able? If not, I will die trying…
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