Communion

Out of the earth a single golden toned sound, a deep vibrating gong and she rises. Life flows from her teats nourishing the many. All are her children and the wheat sways gently around her legs tickling and praising her generosity. Horns sweep gracefully upward to cradle the sun.
Even that most powerful force needs now and again to be cradled and rocked and she graciously obliges. Each day as the sun passes over her body raining heat and light, she collects this warm nectar and with it conceives new children that will gestate in her secret depths to one day burst forth in glorious bronze raiment.
She is a mother, a wife, a woman, an animal. The stars of the milky way are the waters of life that run through her body waiting to be expressed, waiting to feed the hungry mouths that wait far below her, small fragile pale things that she delights in nurturing. The joyful noise of bells and bleating and moaning resounding over the open plain rise up with the birds to scatter through the air.
Elixir of love and joy, come fill our cup! We thank the mother for her moon white wine. Here in the field with our four legged brothers we are content to breath and wander, to engender children of our own sustained by her bounty. With a rush of waters new life begins, with the flow of opaque waters life is maintained. Love drips and drops and gushes and finds a way into our starved bodies.
How dare we forget that we are alive by your grace? What wretches exploit your gentleness, calling it weakness, taking what they want without returning the love they have borrowed to make themselves strong?
There was a time when we were one, truly, as a mother and a child, as a husband and a wife, aglow with mutual adoration. What was yours you gave to me and I transformed it into life and returned it with cherishing. It was good when I could nestle to your bosom, when I could rejoice for merely being your child, when to live beside you was all that living needed.
Dark times have come. No one cradles the sun. Your luster is concealed within temples of corruption. Your children are separated from you at birth, they never know you, the source of their life. Elixir of love and joy is boiled and bottled and distributed by pale withered hands. There is no contentment. The world has turned black and gray. When we are not beside you living becomes stale and brittle.
Come Queen of the West! Put your household in order. We are ready to return to the simplicity of pure existence. It is time for a flood, for the awakening of the moon white wine, for torrents of love to rain down on us and wash away our corruption.
Out of the earth a single golden toned sound, a deep vibrating gong and she rises. Life flows from her teats nourishing the many. All are her children and the wheat sways gently around her legs tickling and praising her generosity. Horns sweep gracefully upward to cradle the sun. Even that most powerful force needs now and again to be cradled, even the most petulant child will return eventually to mother's arms.

Neurons

I HAVE
The rain had only just started to fall delicately upon the asphalt and concrete and crushed leaves. Tiny tear drops streamed down the shop windows as if the windows were enormous eyes capable of manufacturing only the tiniest tears.
DISCOVERED IN THE BRAIN
Two creatures came in from the wet wearing soft knitted hats and denim trench coats, one male, one female. She was slightly smaller than he, but their faces were remarkable similar. It looked as if they had been aging together long enough that both faces were now striving in unison to achieve the ideal shape.
NEURONS THAT REVEAL QUANTUM WORLDS
Her hat was maroon and she carried an umbrella. His hat was made of black chenille and his ungloved hands were endearingly petite as he reached for a snow globe that rested on one shelf near the open door.
QUANTUM WORLDS
Turning it upside down, he sent the fine white flurry of miniature snow into motion and watched it collect in the crystalline sphere. She moved beyond him, deeper into the cluttered shop to examine a cuckoo clock.
THAT EXIST AND EVOLVE
With one finger tip she turned the hands of the clock until two small figures came out of the little wooden doors, one male, one female. They moved briskly around the track while a pleasant melody played.
INSIDE OF NEURONS
When the clock stopped cuckooing, he was turning the globe back over and watching the snow whirl down over the little house and the frozen pond upon which two miniscule creatures were ice skating.
DIRECTLY BEHIND THE RODS AND CONES OF THE EYES
“How will we know which one to choose?” he asked as he gingerly set the little glass globe back in its place.
OF ALL CARBON BASED FORMS
She didn’t answer. Instead she only glanced at him for a moment before picking up a small dusty book. The cover was eclipsed by the soft gray layer of dust. Hastily she brushed the book clean with her hand to reveal the title.
“Fun with Dick and Jane.” she read aloud.
OF LIFE ON THIS PLANET.
“That can’t be the one.” he said. Then hesitantly asking, “Can it?” he came to look at the book over her shoulder. She was a good two heads shorter than he.
I HAVE CREATED, DEVELOPED AND PATENTED A QUANTUM METHOD
Again she refrained from answering with words, but she set the little book back down, which was answer enough.
OF INTERVENING AND TAPPING INTO THIS QUANTUM
They interlaced the fingers of her right hand and his left and together they delved deeper into the cramped space filled with dusty shelves and large trunks that huddled together like herds of beasts.
COMMUNICATION CAPABILITY,
On every shelf some trinket rested under its own layer of dust, on every spare bit of wall a clock or a picture hung.
BETWEEN CARBON BASED FORMS OF LIFE,
They found themselves standing in front of a large oil painting of a farm house. A small female creature stood on the porch with her hands on her waist above the line of her white apron. Walking away from the house towards the golden mounds of hay, a small male creature was accompanied by a smaller furry beast.
USING THE SAME FREQUENCY THAT THEY HAVE USED
“Could this be the one?” he asked. His breathing had grown more rapid, his voice excited.
SINCE THE BEGINNING OF LIFE BY THESE CARBON BASED NEURONS.
She remained silent but did not turn away from the painting. Her hand tightened around his just a smidge as she swallowed and peered up at the painting.
THAT IS THE PRIMARY REASON WHY
After a moment or two she said,
“Yes, yes! This is the one, this is the right channel. Go ahead!”
NEURONS DO NOT PERPETUATE OR REGENERATE,
His hand opened and closed around hers twice and he fairly quivered with excitement. “I thought it might be!” he said smiling.
NEURONS ARE COMMUNICATION DEVICES
Then he took a deep rasping breath that made his chest seem twice as large. As he exhaled, he extended his finger towards the tiny male creature in the painting.
AS WELL AS OPERATING INDIVIDUALLY INSIDE OF QUANTUM WORLDS.
Under his finger the tiny male creature seemed to quiver slightly. Then a new dimension opened within the painting and the tiny figure really was walking and the furry beast at his side sniffed at the breeze that made the golden straw quiver.
WELCOME TO QUANTUM WORLDS
The male creature paused and sniffed the air himself. The little beast came up beside him and sat down. He rested his hand on the furry beast's warm head and its long pink tongue lapped at his hand. Turning, he saw the female creature standing on the porch.
AS YOU VISUALIZE EXACTLY WHAT NEURONS
He waved and smiled. She scowled. Momentarily confounded he turned away and scratched his head. The furry beast whined and nudged his hand with its cold black nose. He looked down into its brown eyes and then smiled. There she was. Her tail thumped on the soft earth. They resumed their walking past the mounds of golden hay. The air smelled of moisture and damp straw. Over head the sky was the pale gray blue of thinly stretched clouds.
WERE CREATED TO DO ON THIS PLANET SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME.
In the distance he could make out the shape of another farm house. Scratching behind her ear as she trotted at his side he began to whistle. She ran ahead to sniff at a small hole in the earth. It was a fresh opening surrounded by mounds of fresh dark soil.
“That’s not it, is it?” he called to her with a laugh. She snorted to clear the dirt from her snout and ran ahead towards the distant building.

The First Bite

The rulers, high and far from where clay men can see, took counsel with one another and said:

"Come, let us cause a deep sleep to fall upon Adam. Let us cause Adam to fall upon a deep sleep."

And he slept as if the night was never changing, like black was the only color.

Now the deep sleep that they "caused to fall upon him," is Ignorance, for it is darkness without bursts of sound and night without stars.

They opened his side like a living woman. Like a living woman they opened his side and they built up his side with some flesh in place of her, in place of her they built up his side with flesh, and Adam came to be endowed only with soul.

And the spirit-endowed woman came to him and spoke softly with him, saying:

"Arise, Adam."

And when he saw her, he said:

"It is you who have given me life; you will be called, 'mother of the living,’ for it is she who is my mother. It is she who is the physician, and the woman, and she who has given birth."

Then the authorities came up to their Adam, the man they had created with mud and clay and breath. When they saw his female counterpart speaking with him, they became agitated with great bursts of heat that flowed through them, pulsing with desire that called itself anger. They became enamored of her, wishing themselves inside her, seeking a great hole in her flesh as they had done with Adam. They said to one another:

"Come, let us sow our seed in her!"

And they pursued her. Into madness and the abyss they pursued her, into the jungles of twisting vines that form the mind, through the labyrinth that they created. And she laughed at them for their witlessness and their blindness; and in their fierce clutches, in the dark pit where there was no light, she became a thick tree and left before them her shadowy reflection resembling herself; and they defiled it foully, filling its cavernous knots with warm seed. They defiled the stamp of her voice, so that by the form they had modeled, together with their own image, they made themselves liable to condemnation.

Then the female spiritual principle came in the snake from the tree which she had become in their clutches. The snake, red and black and shiny. The snake, the instructor, taught them, saying:

"What did he say to you? Was it, 'from every tree in the garden shall you eat; yet - from the tree of recognizing good and evil do not eat'?"

The carnal woman, said:

"Not only did he say 'do not eat', but even, 'do not touch it; for the day you eat from it, with death you are going to die.'"

And the snake, the instructor, said:

"With death you shall not die; for it was out of jealousy that he said this to you. Rather, your eyes shall open and you shall come to be like gods, recognizing evil and good."

And the female instructing principle was taken away from the snake, and she left it behind, merely a thing of the earth, one more shed skin.

And the carnal woman took from the tree and ate; biting past red skin into sweet white flesh, and she gave to her husband as well as herself.

And these beings that possessed only a soul, ate. And their imperfection became apparent in their lack of knowledge; and they recognized that they were naked of the spiritual element, that they were bare. They took fig leaves and bound them upon their loins, hiding their raw form.