The New Kitchen Mystic
A CREATION STORY
And God saw that it was good.
Book of Genesis
In the beginning, there was nothing. It was The Void, the only inhabitant of cold eternity. Then there was a spark! An impulse for something. It sprang into being, and tumbled and ricocheted around, multiplying itself a thousandfold in an instant. The sparks became a sound, a vast breathing sound, inhaling and exhaling in the darkness. The sound became Light, an infinite field of light. Without birth, without death, it always was.
The Light awakened to its own Self. It was the Great Self, a vast field of light illuminated from within by love. The primordial sound sang endlessly in its heart. I wish to create! Spirit said, and it breathed out a Universe in an instant with a Bang! Galaxies and worlds spun into being in a great dance. There were worlds and worlds—some cold, some molten, some with delicate little veils of atmosphere. One of the worlds was Gaia, blue-green and virginal. You are special to me, Spirit thought. I will mate with you. I will impregnate you with my essence. You will bear me a child, in a form that reflects my own nature.
Gaia conceived. The single cell in the womb of her oceans multiplied and grew, like a tadpole, like a frog, like a dinosaur, like a bird, like a mammal. It roared like a lion, climbed like an ape, and sang like a whale. It diversified and improvised, and the web of life was woven with intricacy, with texture and color, with lively and impeccable balance.
When the moment was right, the human beings emerged. In the heart of the human beings was the sound of God. In their breath was the tiny essence of the Great Spirit, the great breath. In the brain of the humans was a dormant center of light, awaiting
the moment of kindling. In their nervous systems was the complex communications network between Spirit and form, the pathway of light into matter. In the DNA of the human beings is the plan for God to wake up and know Himself, to express Herself, to live a loving, dynamic life in material form. Inside my own self God is waking up, stretching painfully through the slow rocky density of matter . . . clumsily transcending the emotional heritage of my ancient defensive systems to remember the peace of my essence.
There is a divine spark . . . of that great Light embodied as a soul in the small self of every human being. We see the light of the soul expressed as a certain spiritual quality in the personality: love, kindness, generosity, will, joy, patience. The Great Spirit looks sleepily out of my eyes, out of your eyes, in ever increasing numbers of people around the world—reaching within and spreading without to share the awareness that God dwells within me, as me. God dwells within you, as you. We are the children of God in the lap of the Earth. We are the Light. Let us create!