And so it is, that those miniscule, barely-there particles–the children born of the divine union–exist in a perpetual state of motion. Millions, upon billions, upon trillions of unique, individual, intelligent thought patterns, aware of their own individual existence, collide together on the dance floor of the Wave. These souls have but one objective–one desire–one need–to animate and express one unique aspect of the divine union.
The wishing and wanting builds into a crescendo and voila–incarnation. The dance begins.
Divinity comes from an energy source-or rather, two sources plus the result of their union. One is passive, the nothingness that spawns imagination. One is active, the spark that spawns materialization. When they collide, an intelligent consciousness–a soul–is born. This nursery is the possibility place. It holds all possible outcomes and all possible timelines, in all possible realms. There is no judgment. No way things should be. It simply is.
The Goddess and all of her imaginings, the God electric, and the millions upon billions upon trillions of tiny, minuscule, barely-there particles, make up a vast web. Together they are the Force. The Force is the One and the Force is the all. The Force is Divinity. The Force is you and you are the Force. Feel the Force. Wield the Force.
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In the beginning, before the beginning, there was a great calm. In the beginning, before the beginning, there was a great emptiness. In the beginning, before the beginning, there was a great love and nothing more. In the beginning, before the beginning, the great love, in the great calm, of the great emptiness dreamed a dream. In the beginning, before the beginning, the dream within the great love, in the great calm, of the great emptiness wished to be. In the beginning, before the beginning, there was the Goddess and nothing more.
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In the beginning, there were two forces and nothing more. In the beginning, there was magnetism, there was electricity, and nothing more. In the beginning, there was Love and Love and nothing more–the magnetic love of desire that dreams all that is imaginable; and the active love of will that materializes all within the dream. In the beginning, there was the Goddess and the God and nothing more.
The Goddess had no other desire than to attract, and the God had no other will than to be. As so it was the two forces collided together fusing as one. BANG! It was bliss. It was ecstasy. It was sublime. There was magic. There was everything. Everything was a wave, ever so subtle, barely detectable. And in the subtleness of the wave was consciousness. The wave was a great sea of imagining. An imagining of all that ever was, all that is, and all that ever will be. The wave was a great sea of desire and will. The wave was everything and everything was the wave.
Within the wave swam millions upon millions of the most tiny, miniscule particles. The barely-there particles contained each a giant awareness. An awareness of all that ever was, all that is, and all that ever will be. The barely-there particles contained each a giant cache of will and desire. The barely-there particles contained each the Goddess and the God. The Goddess, the God, and the tiny, minuscule, barely-there particles, united together in the wave, danced. The dancing vibrated a Force. This Force permeates the whole of the cosmos.
You are one of those particles. You are the wave. You are the everything. You are the Force. You are an expression of Divinity, with no other desire than to experience the joy and the bounty born from the union of the Goddess and the God. To reside in the Enchanted Estate of the Force is your birthright.
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Fire ⚶ Air ⚶ Water ⚶ Earth
Tools of the God
In the beginning, before the beginning, the Goddess desired and whispered her wish. The breath of the Goddess fueled the tiny spark of desire. The tiny spark became a roaring flame. As the flame grew, the breath of the Goddess grew into a great wind. The Goddess saw all that had manifested from her tiny spark of desire and cried great tears of joy. Ashes from the raging inferno fell into the sea of tears and they became clay. The Goddess beams, heart full and pounding, rhythm echoes through the blackness and vastness of the void. The heartbeat is alive, it is electric, it is the God!
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