Pain & Patience
(The Tools Of Man)

And Lo it came to pass that a great disturbance divided the singularity of heaven into the duality of the Archangel Michael (and his followers) who sought naught but Divine Will and Lucifer (and his followers) who sought after Individuality. And so, Lucifer (and his followers) sought to separate themselves into the trackless void, lusting after their individuality.

Lo and behold, they did. Like a child caught with their new toy of individuality, illusions were played upon and bandied about, without care of their effects. Illusions became the focus of not one, but of many. All seemed to experience the diversity of free-will. Reality had, indeed, become a prison of the hell of their own thoughts.

And, likened unto a child, the games that were played, and the games that were dreamed of and fantasized soon became their new creation called reality, a creation that was half real and half illusion; with illusion having the greater force over all dominions. Rules were made without understanding that the very force used to place them there now was also the very force that kept them there.

Those who made up new games chose what would be experienced as they played; but, as in all rules which originate from the mind with a new toy, some things were left out. Certain concepts were not realized or remained un-thought of. Implications of interactions were not completely addressed or even ignored out of bemusement.

As a result, the experimenters of individuality's free-will fell deeper and deeper into their sleep-of-death, into their dreams of reality. Veils of forgetfulness took their toll upon the falling angels.

With universal laws eventually forgotten, set aside, or purposely misused, they found that they could not find their way through their self-created trap called reality, nor could they remember their own rules. They were, indeed, trapped within the hell of their own thoughts.

The new physical Universe, the illusion of someone's desire to experience their individuality created for them a grosser beingness; and it turned into a place of separation and despair rather than a place of oneness and joy. The imagined playground had become a circus of horrors.

As they continued their voyage into the trackless void, they discovered that as there are levels in Illusion, so, too, are there levels of the Fabric of Creation. The unit of creation is the Continuum. All threads of the Fabric are, in their own right, a Continuum which is, itself, divided. It is a continuum of diversity, dual in its nature, Triune in its effects. This is the Godhead of the Six Rivers. The most bitter lesson that was learned was that The law which is evoked to place a creation within an illusion is the self-same law which maintains said creation within the proper boundaries of that illusion for the full measure of the nature of the game.

And it came to pass that we, a spiritual being, departed to journey through the Great Barrier [from being non-physical into being physical] unto the grave of the cocoon called The Grand Maya... But, lo, as we approach, we are changed by the barrier as we pass.

As we enter we find that Illusions-of-Reality draws us onward. Ignorant wherefore of what we do, we anoint our new condition, which is solid [it is now of the physical].

Emotions do not exist. Thoughts are the deeds that bind us. Behavior, known in the World of Illusion, does not exist. Interaction is a special type of thinking experienced as Reality's equal. The thought is the karmic tie that condemns us to experience the Lower Levels of the Fabric of Creation. As we think, so have we begun our journey, unto forever, into the illusion of our thoughts.

Drawn by the call of the Reality that hold us captive, we find ourselves in a state of separation from the singularity of Haven.. We find ourselves separated from ourselves, from our true nature, and from the Godhead of Creation... and so we weep.

We rue this feeling of separation that will serve as the main force haunting our existence unto forever. A deep sadness overtakes us. It forces us to seek that part of our past that is forever lost. Not until we return to the singularity, to our beloved state of Grace shall we, again, be made whole. Therein came Arkashea--The first Trade-off. For the sake of uniqueness we have lost the Godhood which is our inheritance. Through great bemusement and befuddlement, we now find ourselves in Orthodontiks.

Trapped, deep within our thoughts of a Reality that is still foreign to us, we perceive naught but the diversity of repeating patterns. Uniqueness has, indeed, claimed its prize. Too late, much too late we recognize the effects of our inheritance--The God head of Creation. The laws upon which we beheld so lovingly now governs our very nature. Descend, must we, into the very hell of our thoughts.

We find ourselves unable to separate ourselves, and our thought's energy, from our new condition. Gone is most of our former freedom. Gone is most of our God-like powers. Our new condition limits our mobility. All we have left is our thoughts and our ability to create new levels to our realities, within which to experience still lower levels of the Fabric...And, so we do.

As we approach the lesser barrier to the next multi-layered dream-state of the cocoon of The Grand Maya, we feel, again, the change within us. Befuddlement is great. We descend into our new creation only to find that we have left more of ourselves behind. The sadness within us grows much stronger. To make matters worse, loneliness invades our new state of being. The pain of our loneliness and the sadness of our separation only serve as unrelenting harpies. Still, the harpies drive us into still deeper levels of the new creation called The-illusion-of-reality.

As we look about, we perceive ourselves caught in a creation of diversity. We find ourselves among myriad dimensions of uncreated futures, none of which recognizes our right to exist. As we try to return to the familiarity of Orthodontiks, we discover an impassable barrier. Again, our thoughts and their claim to uniqueness have its effects. There is only one way to go, still deeper into the Illusion.

Again, we are changed to meet the necessities within which to experience this new level of grossness. Again, we feel the change deep within us as we leave more of ourselves behind. Again, the pain of separation grows. To make matters worse, we find we can no longer remember our existence in Orthodontiks, much less our beloved Heaven. Our loneliness forces us to know there is more to our past than what we can remember with our limited consciousness. Our now heavy Ka seems to have an inner knowledge we can not control... we can not quite remember, nor can we quite forget. We have, indeed, gone into The Oblivion.

We find ourselves caught within a very dark State of existence. We find it teeming with diverse energies of seeming unlimited potentials. But, we are no longer alone. We share our existence with Matter that is as gross as is our unholy Ka. All about us is myriad collections of non-darkness. We discover, as is our own thoughts, there are divisions in this non-darkness. The divisions are divided along myriad veins, all of which are more gross. Each is a dimension unto itself.

We create still another unholy Ka, within which to experience the new non- darkness. Lo, we discover our new Ka, to be by far more of a trap than anything we have ever experienced. Our first thought, that of a lovely play ground, has turned into a circus of horror. For the first time, we find our pain of loneliness, our pain of separation, has a physical dimension... we feel them with our body. The pain, the pain...is great.

Our first thought within this new Ka forces us to experience the first of many to come Emotions... Even our body feels the pain of the loneliness of our separation. How we weep for the want to be freed from our desires. How we long to, again, feel the peace of contentment. We long to fill the empty place that seems, even now, to grow deep inside this new condition. Too late... Only now do we realize, when we left Heaven, we left love behind. Try as we might, we cannot find it in this new creation. The only thing we have is the need to ease the pain. Perhaps our next creation will. Again, we create, as we weep.

Deep within the non-darkness, our new Ka experiences clusters, specks of Matter that glows with the fires of physical creation. We discover small specks of brightness circling larger specks, which, themselves, circles still larger specks of brightness. The cluster of brightness swirls and pulsates about its center. As it does, it creates winds of Gravity which brings forth still a new creation--Time. The waves of Gravity seem to control all that exist within this new level of reality... even our new Ka. Not only do we no longer have control over our emotions, our fate now places us under the control of the laws of our Illusion. Still, We must create, to escape.

Caught by the swirling motion of this new level of reality, we have limited power to choose our future. We find ourselves under the dominion of a new continuum--the Time/Space continuum. Gone are our memories of our past. Gone are our memories of Orthodontiks. Still, ever present is the awareness of the emptiness that never stops growing within us. We discover we can no longer remember what we learned on the upper levels of reality. We become easily bemused. To make matters still worse, we discover, that no matter what we do, we can no longer free ourselves from the effects of our deeds. They are like roots that take hold into the world of the physical. As much as we dislike it, our roots drag us still deeper into the lower levels of the Fabric of Creation. Still, we create. What else can we do?

Now, our process of creation becomes fraught with confusion. Our new Ka limits us still further. We find ourselves in a cluster of brightness consisting of Galaxies. We discover that as the Carbon Universe spun about its center, so too, the cluster of Galaxies spin about theirs. Try as we might, we can not avoid that huge place of non-darkness we call a Black Hole. Somewhere in our Illusion comes the memory, that the Non- darkness is the door which led us into this Carbon Star-system. With hope in our heart, we approach the door of escape that our thoughts promised... But, alas, It is not to be. We discover a barrier that will not let us pass. Our inner voice echoes the Law:

The force that is evoked to create a phenomenon is the same force that maintains the phenomenon unto forever.

As we approach the door to freedom from the reality of the Carbon Star- system, we experience a new creation--Fear. It drives us away from our path to freedom. It drives us still deeper into our Illusion. We find that the DoubleGate that separates the reality that plays host to our present existence from the reality that we just passed through forces us to create yet another Ka to experience the still more gross Matter that is found within a single Galaxy.

Within this new Ka we discover the laws of our new level of Creation. Alas, as we descend deeper into the Grave, we discover that more and more we are either bemused or confused. Still, deep within the center of our being is the longing to belong. As an expression of our great pain, we have learned to cry...and, so we cry loud and often. Our deeds become many. Our thoughts become more and more clouded with a pain that constantly mocks our claim to uniqueness. Our wish has , indeed, been granted...We are, indeed, alone...and, now, fear knows another face.

While our very heavy Galactic Ka allows us free travel within this chosen Galaxy, it refuses us the experience of its parts... the Solar Systems. To prevent ourselves from becoming eternally trapped, we must, again, create. Finally, a glimpse of understanding comes too late. We find his new Ka even more imperfect than all the others. Now, we learn the meaning of physical pain...and, so we cry louder. But, there is none to share our pain. We send our thoughts to Heaven, for want to be freed from our lust after individuality.

And Lo, an OtherWorld Teacher comes to guide us as we descend into The- Soul-Of-Man. With tears in our eyes, with the physical pain of the loneliness of separation, with the memory of greatness all but gone, We discover ourselves to be Human. As we entered into The-Soul-Of-Man we find ourselves, again. changed.

The TwinSpecies: Human came into existence. Divided are we unto two parts. Seed are we for our new species. Even now the great law governs. Our unguarded thoughts have made us become The Chi for our TwinSpecies. Our divided self becomes The Duality, wherefore we are divided into The Male and The Female of our species. Oh the pain grows much! Each half of us draws toward the other. Each half also draws toward itself! Behold! We are all things. Our whole is the Unity. Our divided whole is Duality, wherein dwells the male of us and the female of us. The male of us seeks the male of us even as it also seeks the female of us. The female of us seeks the female of us even as it also seeks the male of us. The pain grows, much! We are the Chi as I am, that I am, in all Unity. Yet, we are Dual in nature, as there are two parts to us--The Male, which seeks to give life; The Female, which seeks to accept life within herself. Still, we are triune in all effects--As part seeks itself, so it seeks the other. The law is fulfilled. Woe unto our individuality!

As The TwinSpecies: Human, we find ourselves upon an unimportant speck of dirt floating in a sea of creation. And, because of our uncontrolled thoughts, we find ourselves trapped within the most imperfect Ka ever created. Now, as Man, we know the cycles of life and death.

And, it came to pass that the people were confused. They knew not their Station, nor did they know the depth of their hearts. As their numbers increased as the grains of sand upon a beach, so, too, did their bemusement increase. In their befuddlement, brother turned against brother, family against family, and tribe against tribe. The voice of discontentment existed sorely within the land.

"Our land, we must divide," said their leader to the people. "In this great division, let us follow the Seed-pattern for all of creation."

Lo, and behold, the people saw great wisdom in the words. They bowed low before Lucifer, as a sign of obedience. The Lord did, indeed, look upon his people with favor, for the unity of their hearts. A great murmur of agreement rose from among the people. The people could not contain themselves. With the advent of this new set of law, it was like a wave of great power had swept the land, washing away all their concerns for justice. Indeed, they danced and did laugh in the face of the discontentment that had divided brother against brother, family against family, tribe against tribe. As they did dance, brother did embrace brother. As they did dance, family did embrace family. As they did dance, tribe did embrace tribe. All was well with the people of the land, as the divisiveness in the land was no more.