What would it be like to write from the perspective of God? This is a question I involuntarily asked myself one night in my New York apartment. It was probably 2009, and I was on my way to bed on an average night, when I felt a sudden compulsion to write the following exploration of the creation of the Universe.
“When there was vastness and silence, I filled my own void with ever-expanding gasses. I weaved patterns in smoke and felt a tingling sensation in swirls and puffs of non-matter. Time did not exist, and thought did not exist. Motion and darkness were all that engaged me, though they consisted of me and I of them. I recall a pattern of infinite, boomerang circles that gained speed and intensity until they became so tightly packed that a suction appeared within the center of the fragile mass. It pulled each ring of consistency into an increasingly dense, chaotic knot, until the knot encompassed every piece of me – or so it seemed. For what I might now term millions of years, the knot of chaos compounded. It never grew in size, but it filled in upon itself and began to vibrate. It vibrated first slowly and hummed. I focused on the humming until it became popping. It popped until the popping became a deep, shrill harmonic. It clanged and screamed and I felt myself develop a thought: “What if?” At that moment, the chaotic knot of me exploded, bursting with such force that it seemed as if nothing had happened. But I was met with new sensations: light and texture. I saw and could control pieces of myself that appeared unlike myself. I could distinguish emptiness from that which was filled. The emptiness was motionless, yet I could move in the context of matter that flew in circles that I remembered. And remembering came to exist, because there had been change, and objects came to exist, and I found it necessary to have thoughts about the objects. I needed to distinguish them, and so they had names. On some I concentrated, and others I felt no desire to notice or maintain. I communicated with the masses by urging creation of new masses that could be housed within each. Some were successful, others I sent flying in broken pieces.”
I was an atheist at the time of writing, yet something within me was so curious about God that I was led to examine the birth of awareness on a whim. Now I know that I channeled this memory because I am God, and you are God, and together we are the Universe.
Crystal Spirited 