#264 - The Lemurian Chronicles

Veil Painting - unknown artist

From the vast Void came Darkness.
Lost in the Darkness, from the Darkness was made
the Invisible and then, the Light shone and made
the Invisible possible so that now, there was
Possibility

Into Possibility the Angels, in awe of the Light began to sing - and they have not stopped singing ever since. It is from their singing that every scintilla, every particle, every spark, every matter and not matter and every process in between has been brought into being. It is from their voices, so fine, that the entire universe and cosmos was made. It was into their voices that God could dream.

And right at the very beginning, God dreamt of all time. All time was created at that moment. The Past, Present and Future was seen in a single moment and it was this single moment that reverberates still, resonating all the time. It is that single moment which we are listening to - and we call it Eternity. When we are able to step into Eternity, to step into its stream, we merge with that which goes beyond the poverty of all words and we remember that we too, we too were made of from the same stuff as angels.

For that, we have Music.

What is a million, a hundred million, a trillion trillion years to a God? What is it to us? The slow snipping of Time, the drops of dew gathering a the rose's cheek, the salt crystals left to microscopically crust a stalactite. The moon's pale patient rays, the tracings of waves on a beach. These are the facets of God which we may behold and never understand. But we can love these things, and indeed we were meant to.

For with in layer over layer, as the veils were laid down to make the beating heart of the Earth, the fluid heat over which we surf, as we trail in the Sun's wake as we hurtle through the Cosmos, as we wake beneath the dawning of a new day, we gently paint, without even knowing how to, with Love.

(Just as a Mother gestates as baby, Love grows and gives life through us.)

The marvelous Pearl made in the folds of the angels' song, the innermost petals of the most exquisite bud which they brought to bloom - Humans.

Us.

At the very beginning there was Us, there was always Us. At the very beginning, at the dream of All Time, there was the Fulfillment of Love. And that was the Word that was made Flesh.

Love.