At the beginning

At the Beginning there was nothing. There was no light, no darkness – Just a grey Nothingness. Even emptiness cannot describe this state – as emptiness means devoid of presence and presence didn’t even exist.

Within this grey Nothingness there was a tiny spark of presence, a consciousness. This spark couldn’t even be described as life, not even in as abstract a way as the gods would describe life.
This consciousness was aware; it had thoughts but had no feelings, it had knowledge but had no experience.

It felt limited in its present state of existence and was seeking more, seeking experience of life.

And then all began.

Like a huge explosion the tiny spark expanded outwards. It expanded in a rainbow of light and music, too awesome to behold, too beautiful to witness, too overwhelming to see and hear, even if there had been a human to watch.
Not even the elves, of high and graceful race, of extreme and rare beauty, would have been able to encompass this beauty of beginning.

This tiny spark was all that later became the Universe, both the known and the unknown. The Universe became the spark’s playground, its place and way to learn about life. Later races of high insight and knowledge called the spark for The Ultimate, but most of their knowledge is now forgotten.

The Ultimate created the Universe; it created stars and suns, planets and moons. It created life, both known and unknown. It created all, as we know it now; the animals, the flowers, the rivers, the humans, elves, dwarfs and all other races that exists.

It created souls and spirits, gods and elementals. It created thought and feeling, though not knowing what it was, it created hate and love, hunger and satiety, balance and chaos.
The Ultimate had a finger in every thing, in every aspect of life and death, of humanity and godhood.

As a result parts of The Ultimate was now existing in everything there were. It was the sum of all the spirits of the world. The sum of the spirits of fire, water, air and earth, the sum of the spirits of rock and wood, the sum of the spirits of plants and animals, of humans and gods. It was in everything living or dead, a tiny bit of The Ultimate, called spirit.

The Universe took a life of it own. As creatures began to become self-conscious they emerged in new ways. Ways that the Ultimate couldn’t even comprehend.

But the sum of spirits didn’t care, it was learning. Learning about life, about natures balance. How there is to be light, if darkness exists, how there has to be drought for flooding to counterweight. How there has to be female and male creatures, for races to continue and to grow.

As creatures evolved, the Ultimate was learning, and when feelings arose from the murk, that had been created, the Ultimate beamed with joy. This was a whole new path for the sum of spirits, a path forever changing the world.

For as feelings got power, a new concept arose, a concept called Soul.

The Soul was a special entity. Where the Spirit thought about the greater good, the greater life, not seeking to gain other than knowledge, the Soul was totally different. The Soul wanted things for it self, it wanted to be satisfied.

Where you could call the spirit for fullness, the soul was emptiness, where the spirit was satisfaction the soul was hunger.

The soul drove the humans through new paths.

Greed and hunger arose and the people were no longer happy and innocent. Humans began to walk a different path and the old knowledge disappeared.

People began to seek personal gain and those few who kept to their old ways were hunted down. War and strife arose from the darker side of human nature and many innocent were killed. People used the nature’s recourses greedily and the earth groaned under their weight.

War was fought hidden behind words of honour and justice, but no one ever truly won the war.
Villages were lain barren, seas filled with wrecks, forests burned down to the ground and deserts grew for every decade that went by.

Wars were fought for centuries, leaving the earth in ashes. New machines were invented, all to kill as many a possible. Animals were hunted down for trophy and children taken from their mothers just for fun. The earth was a living hell.

Spirit wept for the living beings, but Soul just laughed at it all. Soul fulfilled his purpose and Spirit could do nothing about it.

Spirit was still contained in everything living but was slowly loosing the battle. As Soul got more and more power, the world fought to survive.

One day when everything looked most hopeless a star shone brightly in the sky, heralding a new beginning.

A few people began to gather guided by their Spirit, because they whished for a balance within themselves.  Through the balance in themselves they began to see that balance was needed in the world as well.

They choose to ignore the voice of their Soul, somehow knowing, that they misinterpreted that voice.

A new order of humans began. Working for the greater good and the greater Life. They gained supporters throughout the world, and slowly the deserts shrank and the forests once again stood in their green foliage.

But still strife and greed existed, and the Order understood that it would take centuries to create the right balance between Spirit and Soul.

They started teaching the way of the great wheel, taught that spirit lives on forever and soul dies with the body. Connections were found in links between lives and they understood that Spirit began from the tiny spark and that Spirit would end in a tiny spark, when enough knowledge was gained.

The Order also understood, that life and Soul was all about learning. Spirit was learning from the Soul and that the Soul misunderstood Spirits desire to learn. Thereby creating a hunger in Soul that afflicted humans in unbalanced ways.

Those enlightened people saw it as their life purpose to create a harmonious communication between Spirit and Soul.

They still wander the world. They are few but powerful, teaching humans about the Greater Life.

You might be lucky to find one and if you listen carefully and open your heart, you will know your Greater Life.

Sunrise

A light rises over the horizon, the darkness of the night retreats for that of the coming dawn. From the deepest blue to paler and paler shades. Dew upon my soles, crisp fresh air, complete silence as if nature holds its breath.

One early bird breaks the silence with a longing song. Another joins and within a few heartbeats the paradise erupts in a chorus of song. Pale pink washes the skies and slowly the orange fireball rises between the peaks of distant mountains.

The water of the lake reflects the sky and a soft breeze ripples the surface, creating patterns of stunning beauty. A graceful bird dives into the water and triumphantly rises up into the air in a shower of glistening water drops.

I stand upon the hill welcoming the day, being one with all around me. I long to join spread out my arms and fly into the sky like the eagle. Instead I let the first rays of the morning sun touch my skin and warm my chilled body.

Dew evaporates and a thin layer of haze lies over the lake, mingling with the thin wisp of smoke coming from the chimney of my cabin. Inside life stirs, and suddenly a child's laughter echoes over the small valley.

I smile and thank the world for another day. Content I return to my family, a happy song in my heart, each step bringing me joy and anticipation for the day just begun.

The cabin

It's a quiet evening as the sun settles over the mountains on the other side of the lake. A few birds bid us good-night as the sky turns from fiery golden to the palest of rose, delicate and fragile. The lake mirrors the sky, adding magic to the moment as I snuggle against your arms and settle closer to you. The dew falls on our feet which aren't covered by the blanket.

As the hue of the sky turns darker to indigo, I see the first stars peek down at us. Venus, the planet of femininity and motherhood stands proud over the tallest peak. Challenging us, daring us to doubt her strength. Behind me I know Mars rises, shaded by the cabin which shields us from the light wind of the evening.

From the fireplace inside a golden fire floats through the door frame, casting long shadows on the porch where we lie. You push against the deck, making the hammock rock in rhythm with our breath.

No words are spoken, together we share this special moment as the day ends and its events pass out of the horizon. Now is only the moment of you and I. Togetherness in comfort that needs no explanation.

A half moon peeks over the roof competing with the dew for our attention. The summer night feels warm, with a refreshing breath of coolness that prepares us for sleep.

But not yet. First it is us. Silent together, close, almost merged into one being in love. The demands of the day are beyond us and our children safely asleep inside. This is our moment, when we can be us without distractions, when we can be the couple in love, the lovers, the life-partners, those bound together by soul, heart and body. When we do not hold the roles of the day, of our mission and purposes. When we're allowed to just be us, together, in unison.

Faint, as only the summer night will allow, the first northern lights begin to dance before our eyes. The sky is dark now, twilight has passed, but still a glow shines over the horizon. The sun still plays his game and lights our world, however faintly it is this night. He cannot outshine the aurora reflected in the lake and the stars and moon overhead.

Such a beautiful evening, and perfect in the  moment as I feel your warm skin against me. We'll make love this night, under the beautiful sky. A love so tender that only a mother's love for her newborn can compare.

For now though, we sit together in the hammock, slowly rocking as silence settles around us and bring our minds a quiet peace.

From the stones

Let us take you upon a journey,
 a journey into relaxation and stress-relief
Let us guide you upon the path of healing,
 as we connect and become one in purpose
Let us introduce you to our energies
 of the earth and your connection with it

Prepare to let yourself relax,
 and let your worries evaporate
Prepare to feel how tensions leave you,
 while your mind soars like an eagle
Prepare to receive what we freely give;
 a deep connection with our mother.

Allow us to heal your aching body
 with the temperatures of our nature
Allow us to touch your soul and spirit
 by our sound, touch and energies
Allow us to transport you to another reality
 where we merge into deep unison with you

We came to serve,
 we came to heal,
 we came for you.
All you need to do,
 is to reach out
 and accept us.

Life is a Journey

What is life but a journey and exploration,
a celebration of the moment we live in,
an appreciation of all that is beautiful and wonderful.

To live in the Now is a skill which takes practice,
a goal to strive towards, and yet,
so difficult to obtain and maintain.

Nobody are prefect, but if we don't try
to become our best, we're wasting
this amazing chance we've been given.

Just be willing to try your best,
and one day, when you're ready,
you'll reach your goal and that special place.

Rescuing animals - a dream

The house next to us is to be demolished and a small apartment complex be built instead. Those living there are strangely secluded and unknowns. The place has been for sale for over a year, but no buyers were interested in the building. It's too too ugly.

On a Sunday the demolishing team arrives and begin to knock over some walls down by the far end of the garden. I suddenly notice that the area isn't abandoned. Somebody are still there and the place doesn't have the deserted look you'd expect.

I go over there and notice there's a stable and go inside. In tiny pens animals are held. Some calves who seem to be starving, certainly mistreated. I look around to find some milk substitute so I can give them something to eat. But no luck. There are some goats in a cramped space, seemingly half dead and as I look into the darkness, I notice a dried up corpse of an old many lying with the goats. There seems to be other corpses there as well. Exploring the stable I notice other animals, all mistreated and kept under very poor conditions.

Quickly I find the leader of the demolishing team and explain to him what I've discovered. I tell to call a veterinary and the police. We have to see if the animals can be saved or if it's too late, and the dead bodies is a police matter.

I can't really figure out if those living there have moved yet or not. The father of the family died a while ago and that's why they've been selling as far as I gather. There are some people around, and in the courtyard a flee-market is going on. Neighbours drop by to buy a few things. Nobody seems to care about the animals though or their condition.

The vet comes and I show him all my discoveries. He is appealed as well and goes to work instantly. The horses have been mistreated as well and one seems to bind himself to me instantly. I pet him and caress him and a bond is created between us. I can't help but love this small horse and he seems to need me and want me. He's a dun with dark tail and mane.

We're told by one that the father of the family used to take the animals out one hour a day to the wooden area at the end of the garden. That was all, and not always every day either. Sometimes he'd take an animal, especially one of the deer, and shoot it, using the meat for dinner.

I try to find a way to rescue these poor abused animals and talk to the vet about it. There must be some place and I suggest and auction where the money goes to charity or some such. I try to find a solution for my horse who keeps following me, though living in a small apartment with a tiny garden isn't suitable. He needs me close and a lot, so a stable far away wouldn't be good either.

The dream fades and mixes with other dreams as my daughter tries to wake me and I slumber a bit longer.

A dream last night

I walked to the cathedral and up over the nave to the very sacred place just under the roof. An altar was there, a window in through which the light fell. I sat cross legged before the altar, feeling my body vibrate and become more. It didn't feel quite right though, I couldn't reach the levels I wanted, the higher vibrations that would bring me out of my body. I moved back to a white slate on the floor, which had a wire attached which went up through a hole in the ceiling.

I lay there and felt the vibrations increase and become more. Then I suddenly realized it wasn't only me, but everything. A long earthquake rumbled, lasting minutes, a low consistent vibration going through me and everything around me. When it was over I opened my eyes and saw I was suspended high in the air on the white slate. The cathedral was reduced to piles of brick all around. The earthquake completely destroying many buildings around me.

A catastrophe had people help others and try to salve what could be saved. I went to my mothers house and saw that there too damage had spread. My brothers room completely razed, the walls beneath shifting and moving. They were a newer addition to the house and had suffered, while the old part of the house, made from field stones, stood solid. Only part of the upper floor had taken damage, some windows broken, part of the straw-roof fallen in.

Amazingly, nothing in the living room had taken damage. My mother's expensive TV still stood and could be saved. Nothing seemed broken, only the building in part.

We wanted not to sleep indoor, there were still after quakes and we knew they could be nearly as bad as the original one. My mother wished to sleep inside the house though. We others did not and we went in search for some cover and garden furniture so we could sleep outdoors. I went up to my storage area over the stable and none of the fine porcelain cups or other fragile things had broken.

My mother was certain the horse stable had taken damage, but when she went there nothing was broken and some of the horses were inside eating.

A shift in scene, perhaps another dream, though related.

Going to Slagelse, a town I had lived in, to visit a friend who owns a computer café. I couldn't find it and asked the way. Hazy scenes, talking to people, telling others what I had done.

Then a shift again and I'm part of a doctors team, or perhaps students. We're pushed hard, no room for mistakes or errors. No room for breaking the rules and laws. Those who do are killed by electro shock. I have to participate in killing those who fail. It is hard, heart-breaking to take away a life. I only assist and witness, and yet part becomes my responsibility.

I attend several executions. Become one who guides others who witness them the first time, explaining that it's necessary, that it is the rules. Cold and distanced, without emotion. It's too painful to feel anything.

One time we come to the room and a group of other students are there practising and role-playing doctor and patient. They're asked to leave so we can do our thing. The comfortable bed is gone and the young woman has to sit on a normal chair instead of lying down. There's some talk forth and back. One of the new witnesses protests, wants the young woman to call her boyfriend and say good bye, can't come to terms with the situation.

Before the young woman is executed, the other students come back not realizing we're not done yet. The one to die gets up and presses the bottoms herself and dies from the shock.

Then the class is dismissed, perhaps it was all just an act and role-playing, perhaps the young woman isn't dead for I see her briefly laughing and having fun with the others. I go with a friend who invites me to an Italian restaurant for dinner. As we look at the menu, we're in England now, I ask if we have to decide upon what we want to eat before we get seated.

I wake from the dreams. What a night. So many symbols.