The Nothingness Part III The Gods Themselves.

This is Spiritual Philosophy. It is Chapter Three of my Version of Genesis... or perhaps Pre-Genesis. This one deals with the Forming of the Gods. I picked the Greek Gods because I liked them best.

Synopsis of Part I Awareness:

What has gone on before: 

 

The male aspect of God was composed of the energies of Chaos and what our science might consider Antimatter.  He had no consciousness until an event happened.  That event was a tear in the Space Time Continuum.  When he approached the tear he saw her.  She was his exact opposite.  Whereas he was composed of unbridled and uncontrolled energies based on Antimatter, she was composed of order and positive energies that had been channeled into a huge glowing sphere.  He realized immediately that he could not approach her, for there diametrically opposed energies would cause the destruction of both.  Yet despite this, when he realized she was watching him also, he put on displays of energy and prowess to keep her at the tear so he could at least interact at the point of the fissure.  He became frustrated that she retreated every time he approached and started to ignore her.  There was an explosion, followed a little later by a second one.  Upon investigation, he realized that she had thrown small balls of matter into the nothingness that surrounded his chaos.  He also realized that she wanted him too and was trying to tell him something.  When he tried to approach the spheres however turned to ash.  He realized that the next move was up to him, but was frustrated for he had no ideas what move to make.

 

Synopsis of Part II Interactions: Deals with the realization of their differences and similarities.  The ‘Something’ was giving him clues and a direction; however, it was up to the ‘Nothingness’ to figure out the meaning of these clues.  Understand that neither had a common means of communication, nor any experience in making their wishes known.  Finally after a series of trial and error, the ‘Nothingness’ was able to understand that it was not their similarities that could bring them together, but their differences.  That is to say, there were two opposing quarks that when combined would start a chain reaction allowing their individual components to merge, forming a single reality with new rules.  This new reality which formed on the sub atomic level merging the two forms into one form while still allowing them their separate egos and identity.  So now we have a universe formed; with the rules and fabric of the said universe being formed by the interactions of the two identities known only as the ‘Something’ and the ‘Nothingness.’  While I cannot presume to know the thoughts processes of entities that would be considered Gods, I have done my best to transcribe them into recognizable patterns that can be understood by simple Earth people such as us.

 

Authors Note: I would like at this time to propound upon several inconsistencies.  The first to understand is that the Father, Mother, and Son, have no bodies, so to say.  On the other hand, they are every molecule of the Universe from the largest shining star to the smallest quark; and perhaps even smaller particles we are not aware of yet.  Although the Gods are a part of everything, still they have separate egos, identities, and presence.  They interact with each other on this basis, so you could say their personal thoughts are private, but nothing is hidden in their communications with each other.  I have transcribed some of their emotions as well as sensations into comprehensible equivalents to make them easier to understand.

 

The Nothingness Part III

The Gods Themselves

 

 

Can a God or Goddess get bored?  Why not?  I mean, after all if we can get bored and we are made in God’s image, then it tends to follow that a God could get bored as well. 

 

“Yes dear it is quite… um… Pretty… that sounds like a good word.  Yes it is quite pretty as are you, but… Well… It is not… Well… That is… I have this feeling that I can’t describe… I love all these creations… Especially yours, but… I’m… hmm,” he faltered. 

“Bored?” she asked coyly.

“Yes my dear that is a good word for it… I am bored.”

“Well… I think I have a solution. A way we can become un-bored.” 

“How is that dear?”  “Let’s have a… well, we could call it a ‘Child’.”

“A Child; what is that?” 

“Well honey, there is only you and I, and… well… I love you but sometimes I wish there was someone else to talk to.  We could, that is… Make something in our image, something that combines the best of both of us but is independent.  Not something fully formed, but… something we could both teach and watch as it grows.  It would be something independent of us but part of us.”   

 

Now that the two of them were able to communicate freely, it was much easier to conceive of and carry out plans of action.  What was needed was not unlike what they had done together to create the Universe. First the ‘Something’ who we might as well call the ‘Mother’ or even ‘Mom’ began to collect elements of herself which she combined into… Well… Egg does not even come close to describing what it was but is the closest equivalent that we could comprehend.  Perhaps, ‘Cosmic Egg,’ might be a better description.  Likewise, the ‘Nothingness,’ whom we might as well refer to as the ‘Father’ was examining components of his own volition, energies, components etc. 

 

What is it that makes thought; how about individuality, motivation, the ability to adapt and to learn?  I do not know; what I do know however is these Gods had all of that in good measure, actually Godlike measure and they used it to craft the creation they decided to call; Son!  The ‘Son’ now made up the third component of what in the far, far, future would be called the Trinity.  Really, they were referred to as the Father, Mother, and Son, but many generations into the history of mankind that would be corrupted into ‘The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.’  However, that is a story for a later date.

 

Right now Father and Mother were contemplating their creation. 

“What are those noises it is making?”

“Don’t call him an it honey, for some reason that bothers me. He… is trying to talk.”  “Well… What’s the problem, we talk fine… Shouldn’t ‘He’ as well?” 

“Remember darling, he is at yet unformed.  He has awareness, and only a modicum of our powers… But that is it.  He has none of our knowledge.  It is up to us to teach him and nurture him.” 

“Well… Nurture him then, I have a new galaxy I am forming.  It is really spectacular… It will have 9 umm… Let’s call them planets.” 

“That’s fine honey.  I know you are busy.  However, you have to take part in bringing him up as well.  Maybe once he can talk and understand you can show him your work, and how to do it.” 

“Very well mom… I am off then… Be back soon.” 

There followed a sensation between the two entities which simple Earth people such as ourselves would call a kiss. 

 

Time passed; a year, a decade, a century, a millennium, who knows.  To the Gods it may only be a moment and nothing more.  The Son grew in knowledge and Mom was his primary teacher since the Father was mostly busy creating Galaxies and such.  However, Mom had insisted that Son was now old enough to start learning the business so to say.

 

“No, no, no Son… That just won’t do.  Look you need to twist it this way and insert that into the Thereafter while carefully avoiding the Heretofore and balancing the Aforementioned,” the Father sighed.  “Only then can the emblematic kronkledunker be tintubulated by the testicular monocromadazome.” 

“But Dad…It would look so much prettier if you monoplated the perpendicular tinticular striation with polymorphic enzymatic monofilaments.” 

“You are just like your mother!” the father Bellow/Chuckled; somehow managing to sound annoyed and pleased at the same time.  “Why isn’t it prettier… That looks gross…” the Father mimicked.

“I heard that honey…If the boy wants to make it prettier, can’t you just let him?  I mean, he is the best of both of us and needs to practice creativity as well as brute force,” Mom, implored.

“Woman” he bellowed, “You had your chance, now it is my turn.  Quit spying on us and tend to your own business.”  

That was one of the drawbacks of being a triple being entity, he thought, no real privacy at all.  Of course you had to be paying attention and if your attention was on something else…  Hmm… maybe they should have another kid… That would hold her attention for a few mellenium or more.  He turned his attention back to his son with a sigh.

 

“Ok boy… have it your way… THIS TIME… However, after this you will have to show me that you can epitomize nucleotronic metastablizers by osmotic integration while suspending rhomboids in statis perpendicular to said striations. If you can do that then I will show you my greatest creation.”

“Oh…” said the Son surprised. “You mean that Galaxy Mom said you have been working on for like 6 billion years or so?”

“Indeed boy… but more like 3.9 billion. I figure it will be finished by the middle of the 4^th billion… But true art takes time.”

 

Time passed: Again, conventional figures would be meaningless:  The Father true to his word had shown his Son his greatest creation.  He called it Bla@f*la%tgher954.m but mom liked the word ‘Earth’ better.  Father had done most of the Brute work in forming the Galaxy and its inherent rules, but he allowed mom to ‘prettify’ it, as he put it.

It was the Son’s favorite place to visit.  Today was no exception except, that today he had an ulterior motive.  He didn’t dare touch the Earth, for that would really anger Father, but the fifth planet from the umm… Let’s call it the Sun… That sounded like Son but a little different.  After all, mom said this Galaxy was Fathers other Son.  Anyways, the fifth planet was different in a few ways and the Son wanted to test his own powers of creation.

He began to flobotimize the neclutronic parameters of ectostatic gravitational positrons while nemecertizing the chonicalnastic polymentions.  This should result in a faster cooling period of the core and allow him to metabolize the ergonomic parameters. The resulting configuration should allow him to start modeling the surface of the planet 500 million years before the Earth could be done.  Wouldn’t Father be surprised and proud of him if he could pull this off? Everything went perfect until it blew to smithereens. 

 

 “Honey… he was just trying to make you proud of him… He didn’t do it on purpose or to annoy you.  Besides… You know you can just wind back umm… Time… Yes wind back time and undo it.”

“THAT IS NOT THE POINT.  What will he have learned if I just saunter by and clean up his mistakes?  NO, I will leave it as it is as a reminder to him that he can’t just play with rules like that.  Those rules are there for a reason, and now I have to alter those rules to include the umm…Orbits… yes the orbits of the debris that he left of the fifth planet.   Don’t you think I would take shortcuts myself if I thought I could get away with it?” he sighed. “Well, done is done.  You can tell him to come out of hiding now… Like there is anyplace he could really hide from me.  But we are going to have to do something.  He is getting too wild.  Maybe we should have another Child.  What do you think dear?”

“Umm, let me think about it darling… Right now ‘one’ is more than enough for me.”

 

“I just want someone to play with mom… I mean… both you and Father have your jobs… I mean like making galaxies and such, but it takes up so much of your time and I am..I am…umm.”

 

“Bored?” she asked with a hint of a chuckle.  She did not know what Déjà vu was but she had the feeling she had this conversation before.  “Believe it or not dear, I understand perfectly… Tell you what… Let me discuss it with your father and we will see if we can’t come up with some kind of umm… Playmates… yes playmates for you.”

 

“NO, I am not talking about having another Child,” said Mom. “So just get that out of your head.  I am talking about creating lesser aspects of ourselves with limitations and liabilities.  A Child made by us is part of us and will be for infinity.  What I am thinking of is something simpler.  Something with limited powers limited abilities, but will be entertaining for our Son to play with.  Accept my thoughts dear and I will show you the form it should take.”

So it came to pass that the Father created the first of the ‘Gods’ as they would be called many thousands of millennium later.  The first formed was Chaos, so named after the nature of the Father.  Then there came Erebus and Night.  From the Mother was formed Love to bring order, and then Light followed by Gaea.

“So Son, your will have to transfer your conscious into this corporeal body.  The bodies are limited in function but yours will have more powers than the others.  Whereas the others, such as Zeus can draw upon the electrical potential of the Universe, you will still be able to use most of your powers.  Each of these Minor ‘Gods’ as we call them will only be able to draw upon one or two of the natural elements of the Universe.  Additionally, you will have a whole playground to play with them in.  We have decided to call it Olympus.” 

 

“Wow Mom, all this just for me?”

 

“We love you Son, and we just want you to be happy.  Pretty much you will be on your own, but we will always know what is going on of course. However, we will not interfere with your play unless you or one of them do something that could damage the Universe.  Now go Son and enter your new body and have fun.  Remember, you will not be able to communicate with us directly unless you focus your thoughts on us… We call this Prayer… The little Gods will also be able to communicate with us this way, but we hope they will not abuse the privilege.

From the beginning there were complex and complicated problems.  The Gods you see had personalities of their own. Erebus slept with night bringing Ether and Day.  Night in a fit of pique tapped the power of creation and created Doom, Fate, Death, Sleep, Dreams, and Nemesis.  He also created the realm of Tartarus where he dwelled separate from the other Gods.  Gaea gave birth to Uranus who then married her and then birthed the three Cyclopes, the three Hecatoncheires, and twelve Titans. 

Uranus and Gaea became estranged and while he plotted to kill the children, she plotted to kill hm.  Gaea and Cronus plotted to kill Uranus, but it is unclear whether they succeeded.  This was followed by the birth of the Giants, the Ash Tree Nymphs, Erinnyes, and Aphrodite. Cronus became the next ruler.  

Meanwhile the Son observed all this strange behavior without understanding any of it.  He was less of a friend to the Gods and more of an observer.  He was not a spy, because the Father and Mother of course knew all that was going on, yet they chose not to interfere either.  In point of fact, it was an education for the Trinity to observe the antics of these creations.  Although the Trinity had emotions of their own, they were more basic and less complicated.  Additionally, until the Son took a corporeal body, they did not understand physical sensation on the same level.

Cronus imprisoned Cyclopes and the Hecatoncheires in Tartarus (a realm created by Night during his fit of pique.) Then Cronus married his sister Rhea and many births followed.  Just when the Son thought things could not get any stranger, Cronus swallowed all his children to avoid a prophesy by Gaea and Uranus that he would be overthrown by a son.  Rhea’s sixth son Zeus she hid in Crete and gave him a mock up to eat which fooled him.

(Authors Note:  You may notice that the places this all happens are the same names as the corresponding places on Earth.  In fact, all of this happened in the Realm of the Gods which was just as extensive as Earth would be in later times.  That however will be explored much later in this chronology.) 

Zeus consulted Metis and together they came up with a plan to free the other children.  Rhea convinced Cronus to accept Zeus whom was allowed back to Olympus as Cronus cupbearer.  Thus Zeus was able to trick Cronus into drinking the potion brewed by Metis and vomit up the other children.  Being Gods, they had not been harmed by the experience. They were so grateful they made of Zeus their leader. 

This led to a War between the Older Gods and the Younger and though it looked like the Older Gods would win, young Zeus was cunning and invaded Tartarus to free the Hecatoncheires and Cyclopes as well to fight the Titans.  Prometheus was won to the young Gods cause as well.  In the end with lightning bolts provided to Zeus by the Cyclopes and the fury of the Hecatoncheires with a cunning trap, they were able to defeat the Titans.  In their fury they almost literally dropped a mountain of rocks upon them.  

Now it was the Titans whom were banished to Tartarus. Atlas their leader was condemned by Zeus to hold the Universe on his shoulders. 

(Authors Note: The known Universe that is. As the Gods only knew the existence of Olympus and the adjacent realms they themselves had constructed.)

“Who do you think you are Zeus to create and destroy; to order and compel and reorder the works of my Father?  You have crossed the line with your ambitions. All you care about is your petty wars of destruction.  I will no longer associate with any of you.  My Parents created this realm for my amusement, and to offer me companionship and companions. You offer nothing I want and I am sick of you all…

At this point the body of the Son fell to the ground lifeless as his spirit departed it.  The body faded away, perhaps being stored by the Father for later use.  The Son was gone; however he was not really gone, he had just rejoined the Trinity. 

“Father, I do not understand, where does all this rage and animosity, these games they play and the things they do come from?  They are our creations so should they not act in an orderly logical manner.”

“Where would be the umm… Fun… yes… fun in that Son.  We gave them free will just as we ourselves have.  I find it highly entertaining to watch and it has taught me things about myself.  Your Mother has had some highly significant insights as well in the goings on in this realm, perhaps she can answer your questions better than I?”

“Mom?”

“Certainly Son; what you have been observing is umm… Primal… Yes that is a good word; primal emotion.  These beings have free will, and as a result, they also have little control over their emotional states.   We have learned a lot watching their interactions.  Love: Hate: Greed: Envy: Compassion.  Many emotions have we seen and classified."

All three continued to observe the antics of the Gods, though none interfered.  Zeus had his victory but at a cost. Gaea was very angry about her children being imprisoned and gave birth to her last child, Typhon.  Typhon was a monster from birth. In fact the deadliest monster ever born and would become known as the father of Monsters many thousands of millennia later on Earth. 

The monster Typhon was so wicked that even the Father was taken aback and his own anger came into play and he was roth.  He banished the Gods to limbo where they would remain for thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands of years.  Eventually he would relent and allow them access to the Earth, but that is in the future of this chronology.   For now they were banished and unaware of the passage of time in their prison of Limbo. 

History would repeat itself in the future upon the Earth, but again, that is a chapter for a later date.  The Gods Themselves would not be aware of the passage of time, nor of the changes in their universe. They would believe that ‘Mount Olympus’ was always a part of the Earth and that Earth was always part of their Universe. 

“Did you destroy them Father?”

“No.  They are merely in status until I decide their fate.  They amuse us so I will not destroy them. Besides, your Mother interceded on their behalf, and you know how she can get if balked. ”

“I am glad Father.  There may have been great evil in them, but there was great goodness and compassion as well.  Who knows, maybe with the right stimulation, they may even change for the better.”

“Speaking of change Son, I have a surprise for you.  I have been working on the Earth, and I think you will love what I have done.  I divided the Light from the Darkness.  I am going to call it ‘Night and Day’   I also separated the Waters so the water from the surface rises and then falls back down.  I call the upper dome ‘Sky.’  Then I made Dry Land and Water Lands.  The water land I call ‘Seas.’ Then I brought forth, umm… I think I will call it ‘Vegetation.’ Wait till you see it Son.  Your Mother helped with that and some of it is what the two of you call Beautiful.  She also came up with what she calls, ‘Seasons,’ which allow the plants to grow and sleep and grow again.  Your mom really has the touch when it comes to things like that.  However, my proudest achievement is Life, my Son.  Mom helped with that too.  I made ferocious monsters to inhabit the Land, Sea, and Sky.  Your Mom of course made all these cute little feathered, fuzzy, and scaly things.  Wait till you see mine though Son.  I think I will call them… Umm… Dinosaurs… Yes Dinosaurs is a good name.”

“But Father, what about me; I mean don’t I get to make anything?”

“Umm… Maybe in a few million years Son; after you learn to control your abilities.  However, I have a project you may be able to help with.  We decided that we gave the Gods too much power and too much free will.  So your Mother decided to make you some new ‘Playmates.’ I think she said they would be called ‘Angels.’

“Gee Father, that sounds like fun… I’m looking forward to it.”

Written by Anthony Hotopp

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Original Edition Not Edited 2016

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Author's Note

This is raw copy... Totally unedited. Any thing you notice that needs correction will be greatly appreciated. Wolf ,'', ^@@^ ,'',

Reviews

[hcarson]

all i can say is wow!!...i got a feeling your imagination works a hundred miles an hour...i have to say though, weirdly, everytime i read the das part for some reason in my mind i kept doing it to the voice of peopper pigs father lol??!! weird! anyway, loved this piece, the mind behind it is brillient, the story flows well and keeps us entertained as it doesnt spend to long on parts that may be a bit confusing for some with all the gods if you get me!. thought this was excellent, well done, top marks

[Wolf_Lord]

I just feel that there is no reason that science, religion and philosophy cannot agree. My story may be fictional, however, it fills in some gaps and answers some questions. It may not be the truth but who knows, perhaps it really is and I am just the instrument of delivery.
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[hcarson]

Who knows...there certainly no proof you're not and more to say you are ;)