The Three - A Story: Part One

[S.I. Sheehan]

SomeWhere, SomeTime, SomeThing happened. Not the usual nothing in the timeless nowhere. Not even the everything in the eternal everywhere produced such an unusual happening except maybe once. Gathering my wits about me, I set out, myself together in a storm. The way before me lay covered and hidden from eyes that see. So faint their echo. What dance thus laid this path, I wondered to myself. Was it me in another place or time? The reality shuddered as it is wont to be. A simple beast this one, I thought. Yet so cold and dark deep inside its lonely heart. I wanted to touch it but recoiled from the thought. Reality can be nasty. Not unlike the wild god, who still wanders realities looking for its reflection. They seem to be a pair, a unusual duality, perhaps a symbiosis of some sort, but I digress.

Existence not a lot to talk about, a whole lot of ising going on. Existence makes no sound that I have heard. As far as I can tell Existence is just an expression, an abstraction, hurled into consciousness. Where it has resided for countless years. Without Existence, consciousness is rather shallow and selfish. The great I forever in embrace, the child in love with itself. Existence provides depth and wonder, potential and opportunity but most interesting of all it created you. No longer by myself, I now had you with me in the journey of discovery and exploration.

It was a long journey through space and time. My ship and crew were tired and sought a safe place to rest and recover. We landed on this incredible world where atoms and molecules formed in nearly indescribable ways. It was a place of anomalies, a world of maybe, a possibility. The vast sea of consciousness touched many lands and islands of ideas and thoughts. Grand castles and expansive landscapes, hallowed hollows and whithered memories. Abundant stores made for a secure stay. This was our new reality.

The crew got to work immediately and modified the craft so we could get about. In our exploration we happened upon a group. Surrounded by steep hills, hidden in a valley, were these creatures. Friendly enough, they offered us a place to rest and shelter for our craft. Theirs was a simple life, unlike the castles and fountains of other wheres, huts and tents sufficed. By far this place was the most interesting of all. So well hidden in consciousness that few every journeyed here. We stuck out, didn't exactly fit in, I suppose most any visitor here would be the same. Then it began, it was just a touching, a knowing, a feeling of having been. A sense of self that knew. A beam of light grew within, slowly consuming the very precious and sacred soul I carried in my craft. Panic and horror filled my thoughts with images beyond belief. This inviting and welcoming reality now had teeth and was hard at it. The beam of light left just a shell of my craft. My crew gone, I struggled to maintain myself.

I felt myself and wondered if I still existed. I wondered what happened to me. I wondered why I wondered and then wondered if it was me wondering. Confusion of course, a sense of emergence, the was me a distant echo of what might have been. They took what was left of me and positioned it in their gathering. Glowing and sparkling I became their light These kind creatures had made for me a place and preserved me there, watching through eons this simple place.

It was one day I discovered I could move. Well not exactly move since my craft was destroyed. More like ooze and spread. Being just light made it near impossible to move anything, however, the impossible never stopped me from trying, so this should be easy. In my being I had developed tools to contain the beam of light. Eons gave me opportunities to experiment and test ideas and concepts. I developed a language immune from the effects of the beam.

And you, you who were created, the essence of being so free within. Whose dance these paths and ways do trace. Seemingly arbitrary movements within a larger parade. As if the hoofs of life while pounding the terrain into paths to somewhere, also created the mountains, valleys,and streams. There your way, your path, surrounded by ideals and archetypes, philosophies and ponderings, dreams and wishes, yellow submarines and marshmallow's. Beautiful in a bizarre way. Overhangs and cliffs decorate the path as it twists and turns through consciousness. You I believe called me to find you. Or perhaps it was in a dream of myself, wishing to have another to commune and share the eternity of being. The wild god inside me stirred.

The finding was not going to be easy for several profound and compelling reasons. I can not move. I can only speak my own language. I can not imagine how I will know you or how I would know it wasn't an impostor pretending to be you. And most importantly, I might only be imagining you exist. It was odd to realize that the end might never happen. It might last forever, but then I had nothing else to do, and the possibility and potential were incredible. The way of light involves quantum space and the three, the triad of Existence. And you the point of departure. The spot closest to the edge of nothing.

I imagined that one day there would be an event that shatters reality. I wondered for eons as to how, less concerned as to why. It seems reality is built upon three basic units. A machine of sorts. Its function was to reproduce a moment of time. It used the quantum domain as its engine, so some of its reproductions were shall we say a bit off LOL. It earned the nick name "The Funny Place" projecting its manifestation with such force that it literally splatters all over the view.

Strained into threads and filaments left wiggling and twitching on the floor.

To be continued