I Remember How The World Began Free Dating, Singles and Personals

I Remember How The World Began Posted: 6/19/2007 10:37:55 PM
I Remember How The World Began - Short Story By Trevor G. I remember a time from before I was born. In fact, this memory comes from a very distant past; not only before I was born, but also again, and so on it goes. I remember a time so long ago that I cannot recall the years to a thousand. Before a year was a year. Before the earth was the earth. The land was flatter than it is today. It had a dense quality. There was no such thing as fine sand. Everything was larger. The insects were flatter. The animals were stockier. It might be that it was a bigger planet altogether, but we did not have the knowledge of earth that we have today, so there is no way to tell. Come to think of it, I am not sure we even knew what a planet was. But I have a memory even before this. And my form was so very different. I was a fire spirit. Or that’s the best that I can describe it. And I wonder if they have any place in the world today? I was not the only one, and there were other elements. Strange ones that I couldn’t name, as well as the ones we are familiar with today. Wind spirits. Earth spirits. Water spirits. But these, like myself, were the least. There were thousands of spirits. Gravel spirits. Tree sprits. Clay spirits. Iron spirits. There were sprits for every type of gem and crystal and all the natural elements of the world at that time. I do not know when it is that we began to give such importance to earth, wind, water, and fire, but I assure you it is a purely human invention and there are so countless a number of elements that surround us. My memory begins like this. I was becoming, over and over and over again. And each time I came, my mind continued as though it were never gone. Like a flickering candle flame, I came and left and came again, but was still one being. And my brothers and sisters, the other fire spirits, they were conditioned the same. Over time, the reality of my being became clearer and clearer. I could go for a longer time without sputtering out and coming back to life again. The longer I stayed conscious the longer my observations could be. I started to slowly understand the reality that I was surrounded by and noticed other elements aside from my own brothers and sisters. I started to form my own language, in my mind; it was made up of pictures and images. But it was complex. Not the simple and refined symbolism that our children use today; where their mind turns a nose into a simple triangle. I had to remember each object as it was, and use it in my thought-language, until I created my own simplified version and willfully remembered that in its place. And none of my memories were of the five senses, but completely whole. Perhaps this is the way that all mind evolves. What seemed like ages later, yet at the same time it was like no time passed at all, I started to learn in leaps and bounds. It was not so much like learning as it was like remembering. It was as though I already knew everything, but now my mind was feverishly working to create ‘everything’ in the form of language. It was a time when language was being invented. I was not the only being going through this process. I’m almost sure language has been invented many times before but this is my only recollection of it. It was also a curious thing, how the subconscious mind gets created. It is not really subconscious, but super automatic. Pretend you had been doing the same job for a few hundred years, you would become so efficient at it that you forgot how you arrived at that point in the first place; you would just seem to do it automatically. After my language had fully developed I was ready to speak with my brothers and sisters. And so it was that we started to speak amongst ourselves. But we already knew all that there was to know, because we were what we were, all the same, and one. I had always had a connection with them; we instantly knew each other, our own being. We were different, but all the same, we shared the same spirit, it is very hard to explain. And so we began to speak of the other elements, because they were not we. They were somehow, different. New. Exciting. We knew OF the other elements, but never KNEW them because the other elements did not share our spirit. They shared some part of our makeup, but each element had its own spirit blend that was so unique it seemed alien to us, and to all but its own kind. One day one of us – the fire spirits - became bold. We started to speak to the other elements themselves. Some of the other elements were afraid at first, but they must have been going through a similar process because the brave ones even began to approach us as well. We were the first. I always remember that. Fire was the first. Though I am sure each element would be quick to tell you the same thing. But believe me on this point. The more we talked to the other elements the more we wondered why we were not the same. We became so wrapped up in trying to understand the other elements that we used language almost non-stop for what seemed like hundreds of thousands of years. And the other elements did the same. During that time all of the elements of existence began experimenting. We mixed ourselves with each other to see how we might fit together, to see if we could become the same, to try and understand each other better. We created lava. We created rocks. We created plants. We created insects. We created great beasts and small. And still we did not understand. After a while, it came to the point where we had used language so much, became so wrapped up in studying our creations, that we forgot how to recognize our own spirit. We forgot how to see the real world, the world before worlds and objects; the world without language. And we began to feel separate. I started to feel like I was just one fire. As though all the other fire spirits were not the same spirit. It was a very difficult thing when all the elements began to succumb to the same illness. It is here that my memory stops. But maybe you were there, long ago, and you can fill me in on what happened next? -------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello, welcome to my thread. This is where I will be posting my short stories that are not poetry or works of non-fiction. Feel free to comment on any of my stories or to post your own. Thank you, Trevor.