Prologue

A Creation myth

Prologue

 

 

 

 

“He was the brightest of all the stars

of heaven, and even ripped and torn

in half, He still shone with a fire of a

billion suns. With a mighty roar

and a Big Bang, He imploded and

exploded out of the nothingness; and

the flow of Time began.”

 

(from the journals of the Archangel Domini Lucifina of the Morning Sun)

 

 

 

 

THERE IS ONLY ONE GOD AND THAT GOD IS ME

 

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GOD awoke from his long dream and looked upon his creation

 

HE was not pleased

 

HIS angels were running amok amongst HIS worlds; calling themselves gods, goddess’s, demons, demigods and all sorts of foolish things. To make matters worse, for their own amusement, and to satisfy their own twisted need for gratification, they stirred men and women to war, demanded of them their worship and adulation, while lusting after, raping, procreating with, and subjugating, his most cherished  song, Mankind; in order that HE might take notice, and just let it be.

 

 

GOD was outraged

 

HE summoned his first in command; the Archangel Domini Lucifina, and demanded of Her to explain how this came to be.

 

With eyes downcast, She replied:

 

Why do you ask my Lord? For you know all that is, was, and what will be. We are just the reflections that come from your light.

 

With a hint of sadness, GOD said:

 

I ask for Your sake; MY most Beloved Child. No fault lies with You. Although You were both once as One –MY first thought-You are now Two. It is Your Soul Twin, not You who sows the seeds of dissent and hubris. Your purity is not questioned. So I ask you once again; how did this come to be

 

Lucifina looked into GOD’S Eyes and smiled, and with a whisper, proceeded to tell GOD how this all came to be:

 

When YOU began your new song bereft of the bass and tenor timbre that used to accompany the choral melody,  a beacon of light swept across the dark and formed into a small oasis which we named paradise; a little piece of heaven within the chaotic miasma of Lucifer’s fractured song. In the center of this glorious vista stood the Great Tree of Life; the gateway to the worlds of heaven. And under its golden leaves, asleep, lay the two most beautiful beings,(aside from you my lord), that our eyes have ever seen, and in that moment, all that we could do, was but cry.

 

Lucifina’s eyes welled up with tears at the memory and She sobbed softly. GOD

brought Her unto HIM and comforted Her in HIS warm embrace.

 

 

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Tiny strings and un-plucked things
A whisper a touch and Nothing sings
Subtle vibrations and sound emanations
Stillness unstrung a song is sung

Heat palpitations crazy gyrations
Star dust dreams and tachyon streams
Physical totality a new reality
What was undone has just begun

Radiation initiation spatial anticipation
Alpha Omega Time's a creator
Quasars and multi-colored stars
Exploding and imploding a universe reloading

The fiddle was strung it rung it rang
Chaos and order begun and began
Tiny strings and un-plucked things
A whisper a touch and Nothing sings

(from the book of songs, sung by the Archangel Gabriella)

 

THE VOICE OF GOD, IS NOT I, BUT YOU

 

II

 

 

Their eyes opened; and all around them God’s angels celebrated their awakening with songs of joy.  Created in the image of God’s heart; passion and love will light their way. They were creatures of the earth, made from Its crust, and yet within them; also dwelled the spirit of heaven, and the soul of God. These were the first sons and daughters of earth, as well as the children of God. They be Man andWomen, and were named: Adam and Lilith.

 

This piece of heaven on earth was their domain. They possessed all the knowledge that the earth had to offer. They understood the language of the animals, of the trees and seas; of the birds and bees. Earth, Wind, Fire, Water and Air did they come to understand, and in the proper time they will learn to use it, at their command. For the angels will be their guides and hold their hands, and the First One, the Beloved Lucifina; will be GOD’S Voice and give HIS commands…

 

Her beauty was that of the night and his of the morning day. His hair of golden hue, eyes of sapphire blue, skin of ivory white a reflection of the morning light. Her hair of midnight black, eyes of seashell green skin of ebony hue; a reflection of a moonlit night. Adam and Lilith were a vision of heavens light; Lucifina’s and GOD’S delight.

 

 

 

 

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“The heavens were ripped asunder as

IT awoke from its peaceful slumber.

With a yawn IT split the singer and

the chorus in half in two major chords;

a Feminine and a Masculine. The

feminine aspect was to remain in heaven

and the masculine was to be no more.

The masculine aspect of the singer pleaded

for mercy and forgiveness and begged to

make amends. GOD listened and took pity

on the apostate and gave judgment. With

the might of ITS breath GOD cast out the

broken singer and half of heavens chorus

from their heaven and home.”

 

(from the journals of Archangel Domini Lucifina of the Morning Sun)

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the heavens when we were free

God told us just to be

There was no concept of this thing

Called forever and eternity

 

All torn

All worn

Forlorn

Not born

 

This wheel, this loop we’re in

Reminds us of our sin

We wanted to be more

Than what we were before

 

Pure light

Sun bright

Dark light

Dead night

 

Wandering from our home

Lost and all alone

Blinded by our pride

We’re grooms without a bride

 

 

 

 

 

Cast out

No hope

Blackout

Can’t cope

 

The tick tock tick of time

Is our hell from My sinful crime

The wheel forever turns

Our soul forever burns

 

(from the memoirs of Lucifer the Morning Star)

 

 

THE BEAST EATS THE LAST CRUMBS

 

III

 

 

Lucifer ended His meditation, and looked upon what His rage had wrought. He was quite pleased; His revenge was beginning to show results. But He also remembered what He once was and the many attempts He made to be reunited with GOD and His Soul Twin. But the prison of time gnawed away at His fading light and all His pleas for forgiveness were left unanswered, till all that remained was hate; that was once love, and rage; that was once sorrow…

 

Lucifer summoned His fallen brother, the Lord Gabriel, and asked of him what was

the latest news concerning this place called paradise.

 

It reminds us of home. Each time we gaze at it through the tiny crack you made by the sheer force of your will, our hearts break for what we had lost. To be denied home at our own doorstep makes our blood rage. Have we not suffered enough? This is just putting more salt into our diseased infested wounds. But look we must; in order to know how to defeat our enemy.  There’re twelve High ones that guard and protect these new playthings of God; One of them being my own soul twin, Gabriella. To look on her beauty and glorious light only reminds me how far we have fallen and how dark we’ve become.

 

Lucifer understood Gabriel’s pain but no comfort could he give, for one needed to have hope in order to offer solace, and both had none.

 

Lucifer looked into Gabriel’s eyes and said:

 

Our darkness is our greatest strength. We have nothing left to lose and vengeance to gain. They are surrounded in our miasma of filth and in time that filth will leak into God’s little paradise. And when it does, God’s playthings will be ours.

 

Gabriel was pleased with Lucifers answer and had only one more question to ask:

 

When will this happen?

 

With a little shrug of His soulders and a dark gleam in His eye, Lucifer said:

 

What does it matter: We have all the time in the World

 

 

 

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Author's Note

I�ve always wanted to write an Epic Work, written in prose and verse, concerning my thoughts and subjective musings on GOD, Nature and the Creation of the Universe. �The Tangled Tapestry� is my attempt at writing a biblical version more suited to my temperament and blasphemous impulses. I�ve always found the Bibles version quite lacking in vision and balance although it did leave a lasting footprint on my mind. It opened the floodgates of my imagination and satisfied some of my spiritual cravings by introducing me to the concepts of Good and Evil and of Heaven and Hell where Satan, God and their angels dwelled. Now don�t get me wrong, for I do believe the Bible to be, (in parts) a Literary Masterpiece and a great source of Spiritual Knowledge and Wisdom. But I also believe it was written by the priestly elite, wild eyed prophets and God obsessed zealots with a particular agenda in mind which I so happen to fervently disagree with. Notwithstanding that this �Book� was the source of much of my spiritual and intellectual disillusionment and distain towards monotheistic male dominated and chauvinistic religions in general; one can�t deny the great social and religious impact that this �Work� has had and still has in western society (Negative and Positive), as well as being a source of inspiration for writers of all religious and spiritual persuasions.


I�ve used the bible as a foundational template for my novel but the heart and soul of the work lies with other great works that have influenced and shaped my intellectual, spiritual and creative worlds. Milton�s �Paradise Lost�, Dante�s �Divine Comedy�, Virgil�s �Aeniad�, Tolkien�s �Silmarillion� and Wagner�s Opera �Twilight of the Gods�, are the ambrosia that feeds the tapestry. These great masterpieces are the strings that make up the Thread that�s spun and woven into the mosaic that makes up this little mythological epic of mine. Of course there are a few other strands of strings that help make up the thread but these are of a lesser stitch, with similarities to the works mentioned, so rather then being redundant I felt it best to let the reader fill in the blanks. Much of the flavor, vision and landscape of the tapestry were heavily influenced by these literary marvels and in a sense my work is a tribute to their genius. One may think me the arrogant fool with balls the size of Texas to even think that I have the writing chops to attempt such a work and the misguided conceit to even remotely compare my novel to these masterpieces, but if not me, then who?

I'll be releasing my chapters bit by bit as a 3rd draft edit- This is a wok in progress subject to drastic changes.

Reviews

[Chaotica]

Our darkness is our greatest strength. We have nothing left to lose and vengeance to gain. They are surrounded in our miasma of filth and in time that filth will leak into God's little paradise. And when it does, God's playthings will be ours.


most powerful words i've ever heard. i love where this is going, im looking forward to reading more.

[Cherrie Palmer]

powerful begining It held my attention all the way through.

[deeps]

Our darkness is our greatest strength.
We have nothing left to lose and vengeance to gain.
They are surrounded in our miasma of filth and in time that filth will leak into God's little paradise.
And when it does, God's playthings will be ours.

I must agree with you on this here. I am not saying I don't disagree with eveyrthing else. I was
captivated by it more than anything.

But these lines here really stood out and brought attention
Yes our darkness is our greatest strength
When we are at our weakest we are at our strongest

At least that is my belief. I like this and will read more.

[Freder Fredersen (aka G..]

Great beginning! Love the idea of angels spilt into me and women. Angels and demons. Very cool. also love the songs and memoirs. Great way to tell the story. Looking forward to more.

I saw one typo I think: "all that we can do, was but cry." thought it might be in the wrong tense.

Cheers!
FF