Beyond the Ancient Future
by Trenton A Shuck
First, there was awareness. Awareness of the vast deep dark and the complete cold which enveloped this re-emerging sentient. Slowly, if time were something which affected something such as it, it began to awaken. The deep dark and cold, though oppressive in their ancient way, were of no cause of discomfort to the growing thought which was manifesting within the folds and cells between the atoms and molecules which made up this portion of reality. The spaces where nothing yet everything exists were even now beginning to warm with the pulse of power which were the sentients tendrils of idea beginning to unfurl into existence. This awareness was more a sense of the loneliness that accompanies awakenings such as this, at first anyway. The feeling (if that’s what it could be called), that briefly flashes through consciousness as it slips from a place of timelessness, into a realm of time and physical reality. It is the echo of the seclusion and isolation the Source of All has locked upon this part of infinity in order to create time itself. All beings which exist here have a sense of it in some way. It is the place of learning.
Long had it slumbered and long had it slept, lost in it’s ancient dreams and distant memories. Traversing the dimensions of reality and the spaces beyond time, in it’s communion with the Source. For a long age, more than a million years in our concept of the term, it had been content to contemplate nothing but itself. To reflect upon all that it had experienced, all that it had learned, and all that it had caused to happen and to be.
It had learned the secrets of creation, and of life itself. It had explored worlds beyond possibility, and met other forms of sentient awareness both physical and invisible. It had experienced pain and pleasure, life and death, and all of the realms and dimensions beyond and between. It had seen the darkest of shadows, and the brightest of lights and all the spectrum of emotion and sensation, and all the possibilities for existence within time and beyond time. It had heard and sung the songs of stars, and experienced infinity itself. But at the end of it’s journey through time and space, and it’s quest for understanding of the universe, it had come back into itself, alone, and cold in the dark eternal night of the spaces in between with one question still unanswered, one riddle that had not yet been solved, one mystery that continued to elude it’s grasp of understanding as much now as it had in the eons of it’s existence.
As that thought, that question, began to once again reform itself through the vast awareness which was again awakened, It began to remember not only the question, but also it’s own existence. With that came the understanding that though all there was to know had been known, and all that could be experienced had been experienced, something had been lost along the way. Other thoughts began to flow within it’s mind, colliding in universes of energy as the awakening ignited the atoms which were becoming it’s form.
These thoughts began to coalesce bringing the being back into the realm of time and physical reality. Where there had been darkness, was now light. Where there had been absolute cold was now warmth and life. The light of energy, and of it’s awareness, and of life after a fashion, as the cold began to melt around it and reality seemed to refold around itself. The need to answer the question, gave it purpose once again. A drive that consumed it as much as the life which now burned within the construct of light and energy the being had chosen to manifest within.
It had been more than a million years since it had needed a substantial form, but to interact with the physical part of the universe, the form was needed. To enact change, and set about a cycle of time in a measurable way, it was necessary. So it was that it’s awakening had come to be. And so it was that the idea of the questions were birthed in form into this world, from a sleep of nothing and everything, in a place without time.
The void was gone and the being was now suspended like a jewel of light within the brightness and color of a nebula. It was the remnant of a long dead star, now the birth place of many new stars. If one were to witness it, the Being would seem like nothing more than another very young and very hot star nursing upon the surrounding gases and cosmic nutrients. This place, the being knew, was important somehow. It stretched it’s awareness into it’s past, into it’s memories, and a picture began to form within. It was the star before it had died. The star which had created this nebula in it’s death. A star which had been known by the name of Sol to the ancient earthers. But it was not the star which the ancient awareness was drawn to in it’s vast and timeless memory. It was a world which had been in the orbit of this star. A world that had been called Earth.
The being knew that what it had lost had something to do with this place, and more importantly, the race of beings which had grown and evolved from it. It was aware that in some way it’s own existence was connected, but it did not remember how or why. This new question, which it had once known the answer to, seemed to make it’s need for understanding all the more intense. It knew it would need to once again come into the presence of the others, but it was not yet ready to do so.
First, it must re acclimate itself to this dimension and pull all the parts of itself fully back into itself. It knew that for the coming eon, it would need it’s full power and all it’s aspect of possibilities to be present. It was time to answer the final questions. And it knew it could not do it alone. It would have to present itself once again, to the others. Only they could aid in what was to come. It never crossed it’s mind that what it was about to do, had ever only been done once in all the ages of the unfolding of infinity, and that nothing would ever be the same again.
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