Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion…the next chapters. New life.


Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion

by Cheryl Pennington

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In the land of Dohman, the Daughter of Eternity grows lonely and asks for a companion.  In response to her longing, those in the realm agree to create a companion for her.  When the daughter of the sister world pleads the same cause to her own God, his reaction is a mixture of jealousy and design.  How quickly the desire to please can be entangled with one’s own desires.  The betrayal of trust finds its way into consciousness even as love extends itself in Spirit.  If you are reading for the first time, you can find the previous chapters in the archives. Look for the black and white bird.  This is the sixth installment.  If you like what you read, please let me know.  I would love to hear any feedback from you, so please do leave a note in the comments if you would like. Thanks for stopping by my blog and be sure to check out the Costa Rica and Louisiana pages as well. This life we are walking through is so very huge, full of emotion, questions and and blind alleys.  My hope is to offer comfort in the way of understanding all that we are and what we hoped to be when it all began.

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Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion

The Story Continues..

XV Mac Returns

  “Too long have you been in isolation, Mac.  Have you healed your energy and forgotten your fear?”  Mor implored Its son to return to the Consciousness of Eternity and begin recreating along with those that loved him.
Mac had indeed known healing within the vastness of Eternal Light, and He would miss the quiet Peace he had grown accustomed to there.  But he also missed his Twin and knew she had forgiven him so long ago.  Mor was not taking no for an answer. “Your help is needed in a new Creation now.  You must know there have been changes in your absence.”

Mac had, of course, seen what occurred on the worlds from his great distance but had only observed in silence and detachment.  He was very intrigued by the thought of something new-a fresh beginning; and he had no desire to visit his own world, so disappointed was he in what had become of his great work and the pitiful God that lived upon it.  Yet so immense was his Love for this original thought that neither could he destroy it.  In a small, dark recess of his being, he secretly hoped it would have destroyed itself.

Mor felt a new sensation.
Inion, thrilled to rejoin her Twin,  embraced him in spirit-comforting, loving and accepting him once more.  This brought Mor waves of pleasure, for Love was the very reason for Its Being and what It always wanted for all of its Creations.  If only they could experience the other intruding sensations as It did- from a distance and with Objectivity.  It knew all would always return to Love.  Perhaps they would in time; but for now there was much Light in Eternity, and soon there would be the chance to share that Light on Dohman in the form of a new human.  Mac was more than pleased to be asked for assistance, to be needed in this  process; and it was as a balm to his old wounds of jealousy and envy.

The body of this human would be drawn from the energy of Dohman, as had it’s Keeper; but its Essence would come from Mac’s masculine energy as a way to balance that of the feminine in M’na.  In this way the desire was to create a harmony upon Inion’s  world as had once been known in Eternity.  It was in this Spirit of Unity that Mor, Inion, Mac, and Bandia put their idea into motion.

Continue reading “Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion…the next chapters. New life.”

Feathered Friday, or Birds are Loving the Autumn

Even the grass has seemed perkier for the last week.  Yep, that’s what a dip in temperatures will do for living things.  We have recently had autumn-like changes which appear in the morning, making my walks much more palatable-and thoroughly enjoyable once I am out there.  This past Friday was amazing for photography. I only wish at times I had a few different lenses or perhaps was quicker with my settings.  Still,  I got some nice shots and thought I would share some of the beautiful things that I am fortunate to encounter nearly every day. The Heron was “stationed” … Continue reading Feathered Friday, or Birds are Loving the Autumn

Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion…Loneliness


Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion

by Cheryl Pennington

the next chapters


I am publishing my novel here in the hope that it will inspire others to explore their sense of self, reaching beyond what the mind whispers to the soul, to find the mirror of truth that reflects the true nature of that soul. Then it is possible to see the true beauty that is every one, each a separate piece of the All that Is.  Only by remembering that we are one will we understand that to seek wholeness from any love outside of ourselves is a fruitless process.  All that we need lies within, within each and within the All.  There is no separation save the illusion of this physical life.  The only true moment that exists is this one.  The only real thing within it is Love.

I hope you stick with the story as it unfolds for as surely as we struggle and seek our own truths, the characters that come to live upon the world of Inion will know struggles and challenges, darkness and light.  Share their adventure.  Please leave me a comment if you read. I am open to any suggestions. Thanks! And if you are here for the first time, you can read the other book posts by looking for the black and white bird and the book title among the past posts.

Love and Light,


The Keeper of Dohman grows lonely…..


Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion

by Cheryl Pennington

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Return of the Son
And what of Mac?  Inion wondered what had become of her twin.  Although felt fullness through her various Creations, scattered throughout the Eternal Realm, still missing was the sense of wholeness she felt when she worked with her brother.  When she questioned Mor about this emptiness, Its reply came in truth, for It knew only truth.  “Mac recognizes the darkness that grows within his own creation and cannot, in Love, destroy it, nor does he wish to share in its journey of ego. Neither can he accept that the way to repair it comes only from first looking at the Source of the Error.  It will come to Him eventually, just as it will come to you.”

In confusion, Inion spoke earnestly to her Father. “But if it is so simple, why does he not just understand? Why does he not let the Light illuminate him so that he will feel whole and begin to create once more without fear?”
Great Spirit’s reply was again honest, although surprising to Inion, “Why don’t you join him in his meditation and healing?  There is something within your own Essence which must be recognized for you also to feel complete.”  Inion could not imagine what it was that her Father was talking about.  She knew that she tried, once her had anger passed, to find Mac and reconcile with him; but he had withdrawn so deeply into the heart of the Eternal realm that she couldn’t reach him.  And she couldn’t leave her World unattended…

Mor knew Its daughter’s thoughts and continued to try to spark her understanding, “Are you certain you are shed of your anger and disappointment over what happened on your Dohman?  Just as Mac must recognize the Light within himself that is dimmed since the Original Separation, so too must you recognize the fracture that was left within yourself, the place that exists as a void.  This void, even though very small, is what causes you to feel unnecessarily separated from Love and forced into isolation, even though you are never alone.”

Realizing the truth of Mor’s words, Inion cried, “No Father, I don’t want to recognize it!   I try; but when I look closely, it seems as a shadow over my soul. I work to keep the darkness hidden-from others and from myself.  I create from the light of Love, and all of my creations return that love to me.”

“Then go in peace my Daughter, and continue to Create. I want only what you desire for yourself in this existence we have begun together.” Mor was happy to hear her words but wondered about the wisdom in hiding from oneself.

Inion left her Father with one final question, spoken from a young soul’s ernest hope. “Will we ever feel whole again, Great Spirit?’

  “Most certainly”, came the reply; but Mor knew Its own deception this time, born not of darkness but of Love.  Great Spirit knew that only by returning all which now existed outside of Itself back to the source would there be total reconciliation.  It would consider these things.  What was once whole could be made whole again.  But how to do it without dissolution remained a mystery.  Meanwhile, there were all these new sensations to absorb. It would continue communion with Its Son, although the healing was taking longer than Mor had hoped for.  Mac’s World needed his wisdom and Love before it was beyond repair.

Elusive Owl/My Lucky Night

My Yard is For the Birds Hi there! So, I have shared with you about the many creatures that seem to find their way into my yard, my garden,  my life.  I have had a beautiful Heron come to call as well as the bright cardinals and deep blue jays that are here daily. My heart’s desire, however, has always been to be eye to eye with an owl. As one of my animal totems, Owl has long played a role in my sense of spirituality.  We have quite an abundance of bird wildlife here, even though we are considered … Continue reading Elusive Owl/My Lucky Night

Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion.. The Story Continues…


Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion

by Cheryl Pennington

2013 copyright all written and artistic composition and blog content

Hello again,

I wanted to post the next chapters of my novel for those who may have already begun the book. If you are reading for the first time and would like to read the previous 3 installments, they will be listed in the archives with the most recent showing in recent posts. Just look for the black and white  bird.  My desire is to share my story with anyone who is interested.  After attempting to publish it the “traditional” way and beginning the entangled process of selling myself and my work, I decided to at least begin to publish it here, free of charge, to anyone who cares to invest the time and thought into reading it. I would appreciate any feedback or questions you may have.  If nothing else, I hope to provoke thought, questions and a desire to share ideas.  This is a work of fiction that is based on an idea.  This idea was the result of many years of struggling with my traditional religious history and the death of my mother.  In my quest to understand the world of sorrows and the offer of peace from Eternity, I have received my own sense of comfort from what I feel to be the source of all Comfort.  It matters not what name you give it, only that you can recognize and accept its gift of Unconditional Love.  The characters in my novel represent a tale of the first humans to walk upon a world and follows them as they discover the duality of their own nature and deal with the sense of loneliness they feel upon their perceived separation from Spirit.  If you stick with me through this tale, you will learn of their talents, their hopes, their conviction, their desire and temptation and their ultimate understanding of their place in this illusion we call Life.

I hope you will rejoin me here as the god and goddess of the new worlds try to ease their own loneliness with the creation of new life there.


Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion

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                                                                                                         VIII Deception

  Inion was in other parts of Eternity, creating other Worlds-all magnificent, although not as beloved as her Dohman. Her own inner light felt diminished since the perceived attack from her twin’s creation and her connection with Bandia had grown dim as a result.  She knew the goddess would care for her world in her mother’s absence.  Inion allowed the cord of communication between them to be cut as she hid within the shadow of her great Sorrow; but now she would have to be made aware of the changes on Dohman.

Mor approached Its daughter with wisdom and love. “Have you lately communed with your daughter, my Inion?  She has created something beautiful and unique on your Dohman, but has done so without your guidance.  You must go to her at once and discover why she has moved in such a way. You must become present once more in the life of your Creations or there will be no balance.”

Mor spoke these words from the seat of Unconditional Love, understanding Its daughter’s world would be hungry for the same love which existed within her, a love it needed  to survive.  What the wounded Feminine soul heard, however, was the thought drawn from the well of emptiness inside, that voice of her newly formed perception which spoke more loudly than that of her sense of Truth. And it cried out, “Failure! You must repent, for you have disappointed your Father yet again.  He will never Love you as He once did.”  Quickly, she sought out the goddess Bandia.

   Inion gazed upon her Dohman, seeing immediately  what had taken place. Though her first thought was one of great joy at the sight of another lovely being on the world of Light, her inner emptiness demanded equal time.  “She has caused Great Spirit to be angry with you,” it cajoled. “She must think she is greater than you,  her own Mother.”

It was from that place of her own dark fear that she confronted the goddess, “My Daughter, what is this? What have you done?  You were told never to create from within your own Essence and now you have done this without even communing with Great Spirit-or consulting your mother!”

  Now  another sensation arrived within her newly forming consciousness.  It sprang from the core of her being and pushed the thoughts out before she could reconsider or stop them. Fear reigned supreme as in sudden anger she cried, “You have disobeyed me and brought shame in our Father’s eyes!”

(This, of course, was not true; for Mor had only Unconditional Love for all of Its creations. It was saddened by her misunderstanding)

Bandia was not completely surprised by her Mother’s disappointment, for she understood her error; but she was hurt and confused by her anger. This was not something they had shared before. It awakened her own newly arriving Ego, an Ego that would become as an empty chalice for Creation, always wanting new sensations to fill it, but never-oh never-being satisfied.
She felt a myriad of new emotion, from shame at knowing she had done as she was expressly forbidden to her own disappointment that her Mother had not even looked upon her lovely creation before condemning it as such a grave error.  Bitterness became a guest in the house of her ego at that moment.  And such company is never sweet.
Of course, Inion’s intent was never to create these wounds in her daughter’s soul, her love for Bandia being as great as Mor’s love for Its own Children. When she sensed the shift in her Goddess’s soul, she immediately withdrew into herself.  She remembered her own transgression against her Father’s command and returned to the place of Light within. When she spoke to Bandia once more, it was with the Unconditional Love of Eternity. “My daughter, it truly is with much disappointment that I discover this deception from you; but let me see now what you have Created so that we can work together once more.”

Forgiven and full of joy, Bandia quickly moved to Dohman and found M’na swimming in the ocean with its graceful creatures. Those blue-green depths were quickly becoming her favorite place to be. The warm, fluid waters enveloped her and felt as a comforting memory long gone-that of floating in pure energy.
“M’na,” said the Goddess excitedly,  “Inion would like to commune with you now.” Together they all joined, with Bandia as communicator and M’na in a deep meditation. While in this state she was able to see, hear and know her Mother Inion, the Creator of Dohman.  It was a precious time for M’na and would herald the beginning of a wonderful trinity among them, the time that brought her a genuine sense of being whole.

Inion could not deny the glorious harmony that M’na brought to her world, the love felt by all living things in her presence, and how balanced everything seemed since last she looked upon it.  Bandia had truly done a wonderful job in her creation.  This new sensation, this Gratitude, overshadowed Inion’s previous anger; and they were at peace with one another once more. As the Light shone brightly within all of them, the empty space retreated. Now Inion grew to better understand Her own Father’s great Love for Her and for her Twin.  Perhaps Mac, too, was experiencing the same thing within his realm and on his own World. She hoped so with all of her being..

IX Manipulation

Something very different was happening in Mac’s shadowy corner of Eternity.  The tendril which had begun its climb upward within his own Essence had been inherited by his Son, this God of Dohman Eile.  In him it was flourishing, welcomed by its host as Vibrancy, Vitality and more than anything else, Power.

“I grow weary of having only you to commune with!”,  thundered Mac en Mor to his Creator.  Mac had grown quite weary of his son.  So much darkness in this Creation was draining to his own Essence. So he began to stay away from the place which started out to be his masterpiece, his trophy to win his Mother’s great Love and acceptance  (that which he already possessed without homage or offering).  He had begun creating other worlds but never again did he create from within his own Essence.

Mac had  forbidden the god of his dark world to create from within himself at the express instruction of Mor. He did not want to anger his Mother again. (His perception remained fixed on the notion that anger was possible within the realm of Unconditional Love)  In spite of the warning from his father, the God of Dohman Eile had his own desires.  Cunning was a new branch on the prickly vine that climbed from the darkness now, and Mac en Mor was eager to test its strength. He was relentless in the pursuit of his goal and took a new approach.

“Did you know that your sister has been allowed to extend her own gifts to that of her Goddess daughter?” he goaded Mac.   “What of your Mother in this?  Why has She allowed Inion to share this power and not Her very own Son?”

Pride was great in this Creation, dark was the core of his Essence, and Ego was predominant in his nature.  The Light was there, but miniscule because of Mac’s error in making it the last and almost forgotten part of his Son.  In its diminished capacity Mac an Mor felt he could contain it, even use it if need be; but he vowed he would not allow it to rule him as it did His Creator and the others in Eternity.  He would not share their emptiness and pain or seek the nectar of approval that never filled an empty cup.  There was no power in it.  He lusted for power.  For control.  The very thought of it filled him with excitement.

(Mor knew the thought of Mac en Mor but had great hope that his Son would contain this dark Creation.  There were new and exciting sensations that arrived with him;  but they threatened the Light, the very thing which defined Existence.  This poor ignorant God could not, would not allow himself to understand this.  Mor would watch and wait…)

Mac did not try to hide his confusion. “What do you mean?  Inion did not speak of this to me.” In truth, Mac did not recall when he was last with his twin.  Mac an Mor knew this and seized the opportunity to drive a wedge deeper between them, though cunning was his approach.

“Perhaps it is because she did not want you to feel..overlooked,”  he consoled. “If you knew Mor had allowed your sister to share the gift of creation with the Goddess of her world, then surely you would have felt… well….slighted.”

  What the dark god intended to nurture within his Father, of course, were the dark vines of Jealously that were newly sprouted within Mac’s Essence, fighting for control of his young consciousness.  The Light within him cried out in protest as it urged him to go to his Twin and to Great Spirit, to ask questions before allowing this abomination-his own creation-to convince him of true deception.

Mac was confused by the duality of light and dark within his own Soul and, afraid that he might sacrifice one for the other, he fled his World in utter despair, calling out to the dark god as he left, “Go on! Create to your soul’s content. What care I for this dark world I have Created?   It was condemned by my own Mother and now it is being transformed into Gan (without) by my very own Son. It matters not what I say or do any longer!”

These new sensations sprang into being as Helplessness and Desperation.  Mac wanted no more to do with anything he had created on Dohman Eile and retreated to the farthest reaches of Eternity so that he could try to repair what was darkened within himself. He was still turning from the Source, still not comprehending that all he needed lay within as he forgot that His Creator was never more than a thought away from him, feeling all he felt and only loving him.
Mor would not deny Mac His experience and was thankful for Its Son’s desire to be rid of his darkness. Still, It was saddened that Mac did not make more of an attempt to repair the darkness within his own Creations, abandoning his Dohman Eile and leaving it in the control of this God, this twisted portion of Himself that now hoped to create more of the same-and with no supervision.  These were not good sensations.  These caused great rifts in the Light of Eternity.  Great Spirit could always intervene if need be.  For now It would watch.  Experience was still good, but destruction was not.  And so it remained….

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Heron Lake or Why I Take Walks

In my neighborhood there are two lovely, simple man-made lakes.  They attract some of the loveliest wildlife you can find in a city setting. I never know just who will be there when I happen by, but I am always armed with my camera and high hopes.  Yesterday this was the main event. I named it the Watcher of the Lake. Preening, oblivious to my attentions and indifferent to the adoration I was showering it with, it continued its daily business. A stroll down beside the shore, to strut its stuff. Giving me the eye. It must have stood there … Continue reading Heron Lake or Why I Take Walks

Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion-Creation Continues


Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion

by Cheryl Pennington

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Creation;  the human act of creating.  the act of starting something for the first time, introducing something new.  the event that occurred at the beginning of something.  Theology:  God’s act of bringing the universe into existence.  everything that exists anywhere.

Without the desire to create there would be no existence.  The question, the mystery, the conflict among belief systems, remains ever in the details.  Who, what, where is our supreme Creator and why are we here?   I have found no answer to be greater than another, no religion to be perfect in all of its assumptions, and no reason to claim greater understanding than anyone else who is searching.  I am merely trying to find a way to make sense of my own walk, my own inner struggle and conflicts, and to direct my steps in such a way as to honor that which has loved me into existence.  If you are interested in these things-my musings, my story will unfold to share my ideas through the characters in it.  This is a continuing tale. My hope is that we might all recognize ourselves in one of these simple humans, might understand their honest faith and remember the great devotion we knew in the beginning.  Love and Light,


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VI Penitence

  Mac, upon seeing the true force born in Mac en Mor, was experiencing a mixture of his own sensations, feeling both awed and horrified at once.  How gloriously terrible it was!  For a frightening moment he thought, “What have I done?” It was a brief moment, however; for once he sensed the power that was present withing his creation, he was overcome by new emotions.  There was more winding upward from within now-more snuffing of the Light, as Pride worked its way into His Consciousness. He felt that surely his own god must be greater than His Twin’s goddess.
The fact that his creation was different from that of his sister should have sufficed for the young soul; but the tendrils of darkness now had gnarly fibers that sprang up around the core of his being and whispered sweet lies, “No, no….it must be more. Better than Hers.”

Still unaware of the magnitude of his Creation, the devastating effects of which had been sent rippling throughout Eternity, Mac beheld his own Son, his Mac en Mor, and marveled at the god’s greatness. They talked about the state of “being”, about Mac’s plan for what his Son was to do upon His world, and all that he could and could not do without the consent of Spiorad Mor. Mac warned that the God was not to create from within himself.

Just as Inion had done with her goddess, Mac formed his Son by mingling his own Essence along with the matter of His physical world so that his Creation could move between both places at will, creating new living things on its surface, and thus increase its greatness. The god would be able to change his own form to mingle with his creations as long as balance and order was kept there.  That which he created would be loyal to him, and he would be responsible for keeping them safe and cared for.

However; when Mac advised His Son of the need to be in constant communion with Mor, especially when on his own world, the newborn did not respond as Bandia had. He scoffed at the idea.  So great was the Energy of Darkness with which he had been conceived that Mac an Mor could scarcely feel or comprehend the Love of Great Spirit, even in this moment of his conception there in Eternity.  He quickly cast aside these admonitions and advisories from his Father.

“You are my Creator, and my loyalty is to you. Our own communion will be made; and you can appeal to Great Spirit on my behalf if it is necessary.  I need nothing else.  I am complete and know my power as will all others in time. I will not disappoint you in the task you have given me.”

Mac’s Essence buzzed with new sensation. Immense Light still burned deeply within Him and pushed ever upward through the dark, mangled brambles as the prickly thorns of Pride that now dotted the vine of darkness worked to slow its progress. It was from this Light that Mac now found his voice.

“Be assured, my Son, you must follow my direction or I will return you to where you came from.” At this thought-the first of many thoughts to come-Mac an Mor succumbed,-at least for that moment. Still new to this thing called Existence, he did not want it to end so soon. He would gladly bargain for his right to remain within it.  At least for now.

Just as the place of emptiness within Bandia was stronger than in Inion, so the legacy was passed from Mac to his god. Bandia had yet to experience an awareness of this emptiness; but the Darkness was so overwhelming in Mac an Mor’s core that the Light was barely existent there. Being conceived from Mac’s dark recesses, it was all that the god understood, and he was overwhelmingly full of the conscious thoughts which were already manifest in Mac’s Energy.

Now a new sensation arrived within Mac’s essence, one that already plagued his Twin.  Fear now crept along the growth of darkness that was rooted in his center. It fed the tarry vine and only served to strengthen its grip;  for now rising above the fear that he would fail or disappoint his Mother was a new, very sharp terror. It wasn’t that he would not be loved or recognized for his Greatness in creating. This new fear had its own name. Envy introduced itself to Mac as the fear that He would be considered less magnificent than that which he had created.  How quickly new perceptions arose in the dark, fertile ground of the soul Essence.  His Pride over his handiwork quickly won out in this struggle for control.   A new victor arose as his Perception of Greatness was born, sending Him swiftly to Mor for approval.
The Soul of Masculinity was not expecting to find what he had been ignoring while in his state of self-absorption.  As soon as Mac withdrew His energy from His own world, He became aware of the shift in his Twin.  He could feel all of her pain and loss, the extent of which was devastating to Him.  He felt her terror, confusion and disappointment.  Still not aware of what his handiwork had wrought outside of his own World, he wondered what was causing this great shift.

It was Mor who gave him the answer he sought.  “Your Creation has wrought havoc on your Sister’s Dohman.  She is there now, repairing the damage with Bandia. Go and offer your help in the name of the Unconditional Love from which you were Created.”  Mor’s attempt to counsel Its Son came from the Love that created him; but from Mac’s place of emptiness He would only perceive this guidance as a new admonition.  And his beloved Inion…

Of course He would go to Her.  How could he have known what would happen with such a power as he had created?  It was not intentional for Him to harm his Twin or destroy her Dohman, in this or any way.  He desired only to create something better, something more, than she had done. Innocent still, how could he understand that the very intent with which he had Created was now feeding the Darkness that was working to devour the Light residing within him? This Pride fanned the embers that glowed in the hollows of his empty space, allowing his own perceptions to engulf his newly created Son in the flames of Ego as it became the greatest part of what Mac an Mor identified with.
When Mac reached Inion, he instantly realized what had happened.  In Sorrow, he tried to explain; but before he could make amends, to beg her forgiveness and offer his help, Inion denied him the chance. She would hear nothing.

“Why would you try to destroy my Dohman?!”  she cried out.

Once more, in vain, He tried to explain, “Inion, I didn’t try to…”  In utter despair she cut him off.  Her own empty space was growing to an abysmal level, so great was her disappointment in her Brother; and there His pleas fell to the depths, empty and hollow.  She refused to hear Him or allow Him to ease the pain and sense of rejection she felt.

“All you care about is you..” she murmured.

A new sensation joined the cacophony of conscious Thoughts filling them both.  Anger arrived in each at the exact same moment.  She turned from him and poured herself into repairing her world while He, astonished and filled with rage at her rejection, withdrew from her to return to his own creations.  The Light in Him, pushing ever upward through the vein of Darkness, cried out, “Perhaps in awhile….we can try again! Don’t give up..”

Filled with remorse and the secret hope of forgiveness, it was in an act of contrition that Mac reached for the flickering Light within himself and pulled it upward with Love, flinging it towards his Sister’s beloved World. It coalesced with her Dohman and spun there in the vapors above the world’s surface, a burning orb of energy that brilliantly lit its face. It was all he could do.

Inion was amazed and thankful, but remained unrelenting in her bitter disappointment. Perhaps she would forget.  For now Mac would join Mac an Mor to care for their own Dohman is Gra‘. (world most loved)


Mor knew it was time to intervene. Sensations were bombarding the Eternal Realm that were affecting its Balance, and Great Spirit turned to Mac.  “My Son, your World is not Dohman is Gra’,  for nothing can be more or less loved within the Unconditional Love of Existence. There is  no measure of love in Eternity. The physical world of your creation will be called Dohman Eile. It is now simply Other World. In your haste to be greater than your Twin, you nearly destroyed her Creation. There is nothing loving, strong, or great in This.  Go now and work to heal your Son before he can do any further damage.”


The blow!  The terrible contradiction to his plan of being more in the eyes of his Mother.  Of course he never intended to do this horrible thing to his Twin.  The dark pain of guilt was there as the Light reached ever upward to offer comfort and redirect Mac to wholeness.  When he returned to his Son, he shared what had occurred in the realm of his Twin and the effect that had been wrought upon her world as a result of his very birth cries; however, his son had been born with such terrible strength and power, so full of Mac’s own ego and so dim the influence of the Light of Unconditional Love, that the being now before him scarcely heard what was being shared.

Instead of love and empathy, Mac en Mor spoke from ego. “You must not let these things matter so much”, he consoled.  “You offered to help in restoring her World, but she refused. What more can be done?  She will return to you when she recovers from her anger, for she will need you.  Then she will forget all of this which does not matter.”

Mac was appalled at this declaration; for in the Realm of Eternity, everything was about Love.  How could Love not matter?  Mor said Unconditional Love was all that truly existed.  All else was Creation and, thus, Illusion.  Mac was in a confused state, and the selfish god’s words calmed him, even if only temporarily. This returned his sense of balance, however superficial.  He supposed he could wait.  Perhaps Inion would come to him in time and he could show Her the true magnificence of His Creations. Mac’s decision to succumb to his Son’s suggestions nurtured the growing darkness within his creation, encouraging the perception of control he had exerted over his own Father.  This filled the god with great delight; and barely arisen from the vapors, the Dark one’s own thoughts of creation were already beginning to awaken.  He would not broach the subject yet. It would be too much too soon.  He would wait for his chance.  All could wait here in Eternity…….



Mor felt a great shift in the Light as It observed these things.  It had hoped for more wisdom from Its own Son and more forgiveness from Its Daughter; but in Its state of Unconditional Love and understanding of Eternal Light, It desired each to continue with their own Experience.  Sensation and awareness was, after all, what It had created them for.  If only they would share it. So it would be for eons-the two Worlds spinning, existing, each in their own greatness, bringing joy to both Creators and Created alike. The twins remained in their respective places of autonomy, nursing old wounds and nurturing their individual soul gardens, not noticing the encroaching weeds of deception that choked their relationship.



VII A Lonely Goddess



Both God and Goddess, while aware of the heaviness of the physical worlds they moved upon, loved the freedom of expression they felt when lingering there. As they observed all living things in the physical realm, they longed to communicate more directly with that life.  The creatures that flew and crawled on the surface, while delightful to look at, were unable to express any appreciation of their Creators. The Son and Daughter of Eternal Light longed to be known and loved even as they loved those who gave them life.


As God and Goddess spent more time within their physical realms, their intimate communication with Spirit dwindled. Though each would perceive these sensations differently, they produced the same longings for both.  Each desired to create something from within themselves, to know themselves consciously, just as they had been awakened and knew their own Creators.


Bandia’s requests to create from within had been repeatedly denied by Inion; and in her impatience, the Goddess reasoned that this denial was not truly coming from Mor.  She decided if she could only ask Mor directly, pleading her desire, it would be granted; yet too long had she been in the physical realm, communicating with Mor through Inion alone, that she lost the ability to hear the voice of Great Spirit directly.  She had been told that Mor wanted Its creations to express themselves and to have all that they desired.  This was what she desired; and it confused her that Inion continued denying her pleas, refusing to even consider her request.
It was during one of these self indulgent reasoning sessions that the goddess decided she would fulfill her own desires. Ignoring the tiny voice of caution within, she concluded that Her Creation would be so wonderful that neither her mother nor Great Spirit should object.  This creation would be drawn directly from the matter and energy of Dohman but filled with her own Essence.  Bandia, too, wanted more.  “If I am created in my Mother’s image, why should I not be as honored here in this World as she is in Eternity?  Surely she would not deny me my own children to fulfill my longing, and to Love me, even as I love her.”


Mor observed this self justification in Bandia with interest, but not without sadness.  Once more had Its Creations forgotten Its voice of Wisdom and Its promise of Unconditional Love as they succumbed to their own desire to be autonomous-forgetting their connection to the All That Is.

It was in this way that Ego was born within this Goddess, a thing that would be the seed of contention for the very chain of creation she was about to call forth.  There was nothing to be done.  Mor wanted Its creations to have all that they desired; and this, too, would no doubt bring new experience and sensations to the Eternal realm.  It would always watch and not interfere unless Its creations came to It in love, seeking solace.  That is, unless It’s Original Creation became threatened….

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Disappointment and Hope/Failure Is Not a Dirty Word

Disappointment; a feeling of dissatisfaction that results when your expectations are not realized. An act, or failure to act, that disappoints someone. It doesn’t seem so enormous when you put it that way, does it?  We have all been disappointed at some time or other in our lives, some of us feeling as though disappointment lurks in every shadowy alley, around every dark corner and exists purely for the joy of dismantling our best efforts. The photo above represents a recent disappointment for me.  It may not seem like much to anyone else; but when you love to take photos … Continue reading Disappointment and Hope/Failure Is Not a Dirty Word