Once upon a time in the Land of Nothing lived a very small something who even though it was nowhere thought it was indeed somewhere. Did everything that it thought it did ……. do? Or given that it was really nowhere at all did it actually do anything at all? But voices that were not there in this place that did not exist, spoke of issues to the contrary which plunged it into an unknown never experienced or even considered before dilemma.
Was it or was it not…. did it or did it not….. would it or would it not…… could it or could it not…. or was it all a dream? But dream it did. It dreamt of a creation of something from nothing …….within the invisible hands of nothing ……..through dreams from nowhere and thus creation began….. or did it? It dreamt of creation…. and from nothing thought of a cosmos….. of universes…. and of planets…. and moons…. and suns. It dreamt of air… and fire…. and water… and within the substance of one planet… the earth It brought life into being.
And from the depths Its waters….. Its air met Its fire …… and the earth moved with a force that echoed throughout the nothingness…. of everything that It existed within. The land of what was once nothing was becoming alive with vibrations of something…. from somewhere… and something or nothing must be done ….. as It continued to dream.
A pulsating reality of a dreaming living earth….. but It thought the earth seemed empty and alone. So It dreamt of a sun to bring light and day…. and a moon to bring dark and night. Thus the dreams and thoughts of night and day…. light and darkness… were born. It dreamt of cosmic creation….. from nowhere to somewhere…… and back to nothing again. But It somehow knew that thought is, was, and will always be all that is. It also somehow knew that from thought came form and that all form was, is, and always will be alive and breathing within everything of what is really nothing or so It dreamt.
It created the universal family from dreams… emanating from nowhere….. and all the dreams to come would be a part of that which is all that is. Nothing could deny that It had hit on something from nowhere ….. but where would It end?
It saw the beauty of creation….. as the dream of life was born upon the earth. It was indeed pleased with the visions from somewhere….. within the constraints of nowhere and as It dreamt…. so it became. From where the visions were thought……. the mists of time were born.
It began to dream of life in so many different forms. As the dream blossomed life began throughout the earth….. within the depths of the seas….. and the breadths of her skies. But all of this was just a dream that It was creating…. a living dream where everything is connected…… breathing living form upon…. within…. and without all that is. It was pleased… but from the heart of the hand of nothing came others who were not there with thoughts of form and as It had dreamt this…. so it would be.
It wondered if all that is was complete and dreamt of being in form itself…. through a thought. It thought of creation from and through the very connectivity of everything… that will always be…. thought forth woman in its likeness. As It looked on the dreams…… all was good….. but how would the dream continue? So it gave the form balance and thought into creation….. dreaming man.
And the rest is the history that dreams are made of……..
Lazarus Carpenter - Author 