In the beginning there is nothing. No thing. Dark does not know cold and light does not know dark. Potential is absolute, clear, simple, deep. Being itself–unexpressed, unformed, undefined– is life. And so Being alone Lives. It speaks but one message: I AM. “I” is life-consciousness, “AM” is being.
Life breathes itself into the void expanding into all things, for all things come from this one sweet source. Forces grow weak and strong, particles collide and cling. Matter ignites and light explodes casting shadows as memories of void. In this place all things are One, and the One is in all things.
Worlds grow diverse and complex. Sands cover the surface of a world and winds blow across its face. In the wind is the whisper of “I”, the life-consciousness received from the sweet source of all things. In the sand is the presence of “AM”, received from the sweet source of all things. Wind and sand together dance across the plains. The wind and sand know and love one another as they know and love themselves, for they remember that they are one, for all things come from that one sweet source.
The day came that the wind blew across the ocean. He saw his own reflection pushing the clouds from east to west. “I AM alone” said the wind, “for no one else looks as I do and does what I can.” Suddenly it was true. The wind was alone in the world and knew nothing like himself.
The wind blew softly across the sand, deeply saddened by his loneliness. The sand felt the chill of the wind instead of his usual warmth. “Pick me up!” said the sand. “Let us dance across the plains as before and together we will be one!” The wind picked up the sand and she saw her reflection on the ocean glass. “I AM not one with you,” said the wind. “For no one else looks as I do and does what I can.” The sand peered deeply at herself. “I AM alone too,” said the sand. “I AM not as you are and cannot do what you can.” And suddenly it was true. The sand was alone in the world and knew nothing like herself.
And so the One sweet source of all things was first forgotten.
“Let us dance just the same” the sand said to the wind. “If we cannot be with others like ourselves let us unite and bring forth new things that are one!” And so it happened. The sand and wind united and together they created Life and Being where before there was only void. These Creatures grew in number and soon inhabited the entire world. The wind and sand laughed with one another, knowing that they will be together forever for as long as their creatures are one. For many years the new creatures danced across the plains as their creators had done before them.
The day came that a creature looked across the ocean and saw another creature of great likeness standing on the distant shore. “Who are you?” Asked the first creature. “And what do you intend?” “I AM as you, ” said the second creature, “I AM sand and wind and I dance across the plains as our creators have before us.” “You are not like me,” replied the first. “For I AM here, and you are not here where I AM.” The second creature went home and reported to his elders what he had heard. As he spoke the words, suddenly it was true. The creatures were alone on their side of the ocean, and they knew nothing like themselves in the world.
Upon hearing the news the elders clenched their fists in anger. “There are other creatures across the sea that are not like us? What do they intend? Do they aim for our destruction?” Anger soon gave way to fear. “We will attack at dawn,” said a creature of authority. “We cannot have others there when we are here.”
War broke out in the plains, destruction reigned, and the world was heavy with blood.
And so the One sweet source of all things was twice forgotten.
The day came that a creature, a child, climbed a hill by his home. Looking over the vast waste that was once all beauty, he wept. Turning away from the pain in his world he looked to the only place there was peace; he peered inward. There he found, and there he remembered the One sweet source of all things, the I AM. The Life and the Being, that unites all things and from which all things come.
“Stop!” cried the child, running to the plains of battle, “you are harming only yourselves! For we are all from the one sweet source of Life and Being!” “Away with you child! This is not a place for you.” said a creature of authority. “Now is not the time for peace. Have you not learned of the atrocities suffered by our people at the hands of others from across the sea? For as long as we are here and they are there we cannot live in peace!”
So the child prayed. He prayed to the wind inside him, his very own source of Life. He prayed to the sand inside him, his very own source of Being. They each, both wind and sand, peered inside themselves, remembering, and praying to the sweet source of all things, that was always present in every thing, every moment, every breath, from the beginning.
And there, in the heart of a child, a new world was born.
“My prayer is not for them alone. I pray also for those who will believe in me through their message, that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me”