A Soul Journey (a fiction)

In the beginning was the Void and I worked in the Void, creating the blueprints for a galaxy in accordance with the directions of the Father. My name is Isa and I am a Master Builder, a galactic architect. My assignment was to design the Sunshine Galaxy. For eons I worked in darkness, laying the foundations for the flow of Spirit, which was to come. And when it came, it moved along pathways I had woven, like a river of light. It flowed into the channels I had designed and exploded into spheres of dazzling brightness, creating a galaxy of a billion suns. Its beauty was breathtaking and I was honored for my work and my patience. I was bestowed the title of "Isa the Great" for my accomplishment and I was proud of my title and of the beauty I had helped to create.
There was much to do and my attention was focused on the tasks at hand. Since the separation, we had worked for the glory of God. His vision was our vision and his plan, our plan. The great unfolding had commenced. From a single burst in the Void, it spread outwards in all directions. As many crystals form from the seeding of a single crystal, so did the Universe crystallize into billions of separate galaxies dancing in the Void. They looked like countless jewels strewn through the blackness, each twinkling with its own inner brilliance and light.
The Universe was Yang then and peace and harmony prevailed everywhere. It was a wondrous time of beauty and achievement in the name of the Father. But the designs of the father were much larger and far-reaching then we knew. A new energy was introduced into the Heavens, the energy of Yin. I watched as dark bodies were spawned from my suns, condensing to form solid spheres orbiting their bright centers and I was troubled. My work was changing and the change seemed somehow ominous.
I was not alone in my discontent. Many of my brothers were also dismayed. We watched as the orbs cooled and solidified, each spinning as they traced their individual circuits around the blazing suns. How could the Father have allowed this to happen? Our work was being desecrated! My pride turned to unease and my unease became apprehension. There were whisperings that a movement was forming. We must not allow this pollution to occur. After all, we were the architects and designers. We had done the work, which had led to this perfection. Now we must keep it pure as intended by the Father. It was our duty! We must rescue creation.
It seemed like a simple task. At first, we adjusted the orbits of the planets ever so slightly, which would send them crashing into their suns or hurling out into the Void. The sun would incinerate the obscene balls of matter or the Void would swallow them up. But once the planet was liquefied in the sun's brilliance, an eruption would occur and multiple explosions would create new pockets of gas. These would again cool and solidify to form new planets. Those sent into the void would again return and encircle their respective suns. Only the length of their orbital cycles could be altered. We could not disrupt the cycle itself. Occasionally, we would cause one planet to impact into another and it would be shatter into pieces. But this gave no lasting reduction of dark bodies and was also exceedingly difficult to do. There seemed to be no way to halt the contamination.
We began to focus on the planets themselves. There was great diversity in their composition and size. Some were small and dense, almost insignificant, while others were gigantic gaseous spheres. Most were, of course, puny by comparison to the suns they orbited. They seemed to be made up of denser particles than the suns. They had no inner brilliance, but would sometimes reflect the sun's light in dazzling arrays of colors and patterns. Many of our brothers began to claim the suns with their surrounding orbs as their own. They gave them names and traded them with each other. Some systems seemed to be considered more valuable than others, due to their surrounding planets. They began to immerse themselves in their acquisitions and became more and more distant from our collective consciousness, until they disappeared from it entirely. But these brothers lost sight of the larger goal. The rest of us continued to study these curious bodies.
As I mentioned before, I had worked in the creation of the Sunshine Galaxy, as it became known. Many considered it the crown jewel of the Heavens. With a billion suns, it was millions of light years across and spun through space in an elegant, disk-like, pinwheel formation. The suns were concentrated more closely in the center and placed further apart as one moved to the outer rim. It was magnificent in both form and design. Imagine my dismay as friends informed me that others were beginning to claim major systems in my Galaxy. I had never before thought of it as mine. Everything was for the joy of everyone, all created by the Father. Now, however, someone seemed to be intruding on my enjoyment of my Galaxy. This needed to be inspected.
The infractions had occurred in an outer leg of the galaxy, but were now consuming star systems at an alarming rate. I resolved to go there and investigate the situation myself. Making that my intention, I was there in a moment. Others immediately joined me, whom I could only conclude were the "invaders".
"Who are you?" I thought forcefully. I did not intend my thought to be a challenge. I was only collecting information. To my surprise and disbelief, there was no response from the others. There was nothing, except the certainty of their presence. This was my first experience with someone not connected to the collective consciousness. The only communication was at an emotional level. Two patterns I did not know hovered in space between us. They were distorted and malformed, like planets colliding. Their shapes intertwined producing sharp projections, which protruded in my direction. This was more than I was prepared for. I had to reflect on this.
In an instant I returned back across the Sunshine Galaxy to the system had made my base. My brothers were also astonished as my thought flowed with details of the encounter. Beings who were separate from consciousness! How could that be? Could there be more than one consciousness? They obviously could understand each other. Their wills were united as one. Their intention was clear.
I understood the language of intention. It was how we moved matter, causing it to conform to our purpose. With it, we shaped the pathways directing Spirit's flow. I had never experienced it, however, focused on a being. What were those two emotional patterns they conveyed? The shapes were not pleasing. They felt … shadowed. I knew the pleasing forms of love, appreciation and gratitude. Those patterns abound in the Universe, but these were different. They did not travel far from their senders, but returned to them, lodging like sticky patches in their waveforms. It was clear that this phenomenon needed to be more thoroughly examined. We concluded that this time, all would go and observe. Suddenly, disturbing images of dark planets surrounding bright suns appeared in our collective mind.

To be continued . . .

Scott