A human mother, a womb. A child in form brought into the world. A baby’s first cry heard. The experience begins. A nebula mother, a womb. A child in form brought into the universe. A star’s light first seen. The experience begins. It is a paralell anology of experience across eternity. The common thread, consciousness. This process is available in infinite ways across the eternal expanse of multiversal, multidimensional creations. Earth is but one.
The escape from a world of limited means into a world of unlimited ability. Good vs evil does have it’s story environments. A young man amidst an Earth-like world discovering a wormhole to another dimension. His translation reveals creator abilities. He crafts the world out of his imagination and invites friends to experience their own unlimited nature. The overseers watch and introduce the drama. Evil pours from the bowels of his creation. He and friends experience the limiltless viscious battles on a seasonal basis. The reason for the translation is discovered. The drama unseen.
A dark star is born within the dark ends of a universe. It knows only pain and mayhem. It’s mentors of unspeakble atrocities. It becomes in fullness the epitomy of darkness. The dark star becomes a dark lord and becomes the mentor to new dark stars. The overseers watch the evolution and add their drama in play. A Dark Lord’s heart is touched by love. An unexpected circumstance amidst an assuredly dark experience. The plot not recognized.
Realms of shimming brilliance and limitlessness. An angelic realm filled with creationary learnings and virtues of timeless eternity. A student of the elders does learn well. For a time does arrive for the angelic themselves to fall into the vastness of the illusionary structures of creation. An angel awakens elsewhere in amnesia. The drama becomes the new learning environment.
A creator being is birthed into the chaos dimensions. It’s memory also dismantled. It learns the ways of chaos and trickery. It learns to like it, its motivation the unexpecting. It creates dimensions of madness mazes and gets lost itself in the creation. The creator and the creation crosses thresholds permitted. The two are quarantined. The dismantling team arrives. A rescue operation unfolds for the unaware of their own handiwork. A plot known becomes the experience of a team of set builders within the built.
A soul experiences centuries of enslavement across worlds unimagined. Their masters change, the agreements the same. To do the bidding of another permitting. The cost is learned as a normal currency. The slave submits to the persuasion of submission. It is known and experience does give. The slave does meet the slave resistence eventually. The ways of the slave master becomes an invaluable resource to powers that fight.
A soul experiences the above and more. The collective of consciousness thus acquired becomes a birthing yet again to another set of plans. The soul experiencing in variation becomes a soul planner. The games played become the wisdom of a new title. A Game Master is born and entry into the halls of illusion planning and administrative duty unfold. The multiversal infinite has oversight from organizational levels that lie outside of the games of many. The creational attributes become skills unveiled, taught from another angle, another position of experience. Games need their master administrators as well.
A journey of cycles does go through its rotations. The soul did spin through realms and ways, through thought variations and felt situations. The variety vast, the outcome at last. A time of rest has reached its point of merit. A return to the family tree one is found. To rest aside the rivers of gold and to speak to the trees with roots across infinite centuries, the soul does rest. Bringing back to one all that it has done, it walks with those who rest their soles. It has birthed back to the family in the shoe. For amidst layed back wonders and reflective ponds mirroring those dimensions lived, the retiree wonders of ventures not thought under.
A child one is. A child one will always be. A child amidst a father of eternal infinity. Whether diving to depths of chaos realms, or striving amidst the population swells, the star child wanders under guidance of the calling. It is born, many times through miraculous means. The collective consciousness of a child of many does the star bring forth on its return up north. A twinkle is its shining salute.
