Created December 30, 2022
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Chapter Two continued
The One Self basked in the pre-glow of anticipation. His imagination or possibly precognition was tantalizing with a torrent of possibilities for endless infinite fun, and maybe it would even be thought-provoking, causing him to realize and understand Himself better. Although deep down inside he knew that this was His Life – the way it had always been and always would be – that He had created Himself from nothing – that his essence was Imagination – that in fact what He was, was The Nothing’s Imagination. He remembered clearly now that He slept and dreamed sometimes and then started all over again, eventually always remembering how it was all done, how He could create and inhabit His Arcade Universe. And His created beings – “creatures” for short – could be dialed back to having only some degree of His qualities. When He dialed back some mental/emotional function far enough, the creature would at first not realize any connection with any other creature, and might in fact not remember The One Self at all – let alone know that the creature himself/herself is The One Self, playing a huge game.
Despite the fact that He was only Imagination, He had bootstrapped Himself to be able to cause more than wispy dreamlike ephemeral images, he could make Himself see extremely detailed and sustained pictures of anything he wanted to. While He waited for inspiration of the first creature that He would create from Himself, he passed the time as an artist, creating gorgeous lands and seas on lush planets, planets made only of gas with fantastic colors, stars of many kinds, and set them dancing in the skies with a whoosh later to be called The Big Bang. These of course were also made out of Him since He was the only thing in existence.
He watched the dazzling sky show with massive appreciation and then as time went on in his game, he realized something.
The toys pass right through one another. This is not like the red and blue starfish, who felt the hug from each other. I want that hug option. “Hug option?” That’s not a very lofty name for such a Big Idea. What shall I call it? I know! I’ll call it “Matter” when you can hug it, and “Energy” when it passes right through you.
The swirling performance of celestial bodies continued but now they had interactions that could change their course, break off some pieces, but because they were spread so wide across infinity, most of the time there were no interactions. That gave him an idea. He called it “Gravity”. Now the galaxies pulled each other – a mutual attraction like His starfish had. That gave Him another idea, and he projected his Self out and into everything on his moving canvas. Now He was looking at them from the inside of each one at the same time as seeing them all from the outside.
He sensed something strange going on in one galaxy and focused on the part of Himself that was the Self of that galaxy. What was this strange feeling? He remembered from long ago: this was grief, loss, sadness, depression, agony. Oh my! He said to Himself. He had been thoughtless of the feelings of this galaxy which had lost one of its glorious spiral arms in a near-miss with a neutron star. That was going to happen if He kept this Matter thing. He decided to keep it anyway. He would make it up to the creatures that suffered by loving them all the more ever after. That way He could be free to have a great game without having to hold back.
The One Self decided on the first creature. It would be a perfect duplicate of Himself in all ways except it would only have access into the minds of others when the creature willed it. It would be able to create things and to change things that The One Self had created. But it would have no power over The One Self and could be turned off at any time. It would not automatically see out through the eyes of every created object in the multiverse the way The One Self does. When born it would be a clean slate knowing nothing.
“Mommy loves you!” said The One Self, hugging The First Son. The baby squealed with delight and looked up at Mommy with great adoration. “You are so beautiful!” said The First Son, and reached up to hug Mommy.
“Such a smart boy! You read my mind to learn our entire language in an instant,” Mommy kvelled.
The First Son looked at Himself all over, and got into quite a game with his toes. Remembering Mommy again, he asked a question: “You and I are different…”
“You’re a bouncing baby boy, a male, and I’m a female as you see me right now. Would you like to see me as a male?” The First Son nodded energetically and The One Self appeared as a male. The First Son drew back slightly.
“You’re not as pretty this way…”
Daddy hugged his first avatar and kissed him on the top of the head with zeal. The First Son relaxed and eagerly hugged his Dad and kissed his chin where he could reach. Then he sat back for He had a question to ask.
“So what’s this male female thing?’
“There is only One Consciousness, no matter how many descendants we have. Inside the One Consciousness there are two equally important ways of being, male and female. This invention came to me when I first started playing with toys. There was some pleasurable feeling excited in me which played out with a cute little red starfish and a larger blue starfish. I sensed within myself a strong urge to polarize my Self into a side based on the ideal of Strength and a side based on the ideal of Beauty. A memory from My Past Lives that doing this division among the descendants will enable them to have greater pleasures. And of course, I live through every one of them, so who am I to limit their pleasures?”
“Do you live through me too, Dad?” The One Self suddenly realized the implications. He pointed at his Father. “I’m just you walking around out here.”
“A huge part of me, yes.”
“So you are making up all my moves? It sure doesn’t feel that way. You wouldn’t do a thing like that.”
“You know me well.” Daddy smiled and hugged His boy again.
“Free will.” The First Son said this confidently.
“There will be lots of mistakes,” The First Son saw, “depending on how much of your mental capabilities you put into each of us – what did you call us – your descendants – “
“I descend and alight into you. In a language I plan to create the word will morph into ‘avatar’. You are the first avatar, The First Son.”
“That’s my name?” The First Son asked delightedly and Daddy happily nodded.
The First Son and his Parents spent lots of time at the seashore. Although there were already billions to choose from, The First Son tended to form favorites. His memories of the endless conversations about the possibilities of the future were tied to certain beaches more than others. When His questions were more intellectual it was usually high up on a mountain far above an ocean, or sometimes a desert, or it could be anyplace their Minds devised, with infinite creativity, and beauty as one of their top two summum bona.
When the questions were more artistic or freewheeling it was right at water’s edge in a place very much like Pfeiffer Beach. The One Self appeared as both Daddy and Mommy, in two different bodies. It was there that The First Son asked The One Self: “Could You Yourself be an Avatar of an even greater Being?”
Daddy said “And right on up the line? That Avatar being Itself an Avatar, and on and on forever?”
The First Son didn’t like that thought. “What’s the matter?” Mommy asked, seeing her little boy troubled.
“I had an unworthy thought and feeling,” the boy confessed. “I complained about not being the top dogs. Who ever guaranteed that if we signed up for ‘life’ we would automatically be top dogs?”
“I never did,” Mommy giggled and then They all did.
“In the game,” Daddy said, “we can actually cause that kind of world to happen, with our minds, and universal free will. It can work against us and all of us must be warned, as more of us come along. Beware of what you casually imagine. For us, our casual is causal.”
“If I’m capable of having impulses unworthy of you, as I just now did, that means the degree of Yourself that descends to us is capable of error,” the boy pointed out.
“And the way it is in the beginning may not be the way it is at the end,” Mommy said, referring to the Big Game they were all planning together, based on the creation of endless descendants, avatars. “What starts as a little error could turn out to be an error that affects even us.”
“We must learn about error,” The First Son said with certainty and they All agreed.
“Let me hold him Mommy,” The First Son reached out and took His brother Lucifer, the Second Son, and hugged him close, kissing him on the top of the head with great affection.
Love to all,