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In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning.
Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it.
Where do we come from? How did this universe begin? And how will it end? How can we solve all the multitude of problems on planet Earth? Is there a god, or many gods, who created us human beings and all the animals and other life on Earth? What about life on other planets? Are we alone in the universe? What happens to us after we die? Is death really the end or does some part of our consciousness go on? These questions have haunted mankind ever since weve had time to think of them during the daily struggle to survive. The answers are written in the many holy books of a multitude of religions, as many different religions as there are grains of sand on the beach, or in the desert, which is where many monotheistic religions come from, the deserts of the middle east, or rather the fertile lands of the middle east, wherever there is water.
My story is fantasy fiction, so do not take seriously anything I write here as truth. I am using my imagination to fill in the gaps with the Bible and am connecting pagan world mythology with Biblical truths, the stories of the imposter gods that set themselves up above the one true God Yahweh, that the Nephilim and fallen angels worked their own doom, and Gods love extends so far even to the lost spirits he will not forget them He can forgive even fallen angels and His love and mercy extends even to the Devil himself, but the Devil cannot receive it because he is too full of hate and anger, and perhaps fear.
The Spirit lay sleeping, dreaming in the dark vast void of space. It felt so alone, so empty and lost. It was desire to be loved, desired someone to know what it was and to love it. As it dreamt, it learned wisdom, and desired to create many things. It dreamt of wonders, of magnificent creation. It saw vast forests of giant trees rising high to the sky, tall mighty majestic high mountains frosted in pristine snow, fields and meadows of beautiful colorful wild flowers with butterflies like fluttering jewels and buzzing honeybees gathering nectar from flower to flower, rivers of rushing roaring water pouring down from rocky cliffs into foamy white waterfall below, warm-colored sunsets in the painted desert, and turquoise tropical seas of fantastic coral reefs of fancy fish and brightly colored coral.
It dreamt of all the creatures, all the animals he would create. It wanted to create mighty dragons, gentle unicorns, sweet playful fairies, noble elves, mermen, griffins, and satyrs.
It thought about all the normal animals it would create.
There would be many fish teeming in the ocean. In the sky there would be both plain and fascinatingly beautiful birds. The birds would rest in trees on or on rocky mountains peaks when not flying. The animals known as mammals would be varied and beautiful. From the mammals would come the most special of all the creation, a being that walked upright on two legs and had arms and hands to use in many ways. This being would be able to lift and turn its head a little bit, it would have a good brain and have intelligence.
Then the Spirit began to imagine of one of the creatures he created disagreed with another creature. What if they fought? What if they hurt each other? What should the creation look like? A storm of questions filled the spirits mind and heart. How did it know whether one creation was right or if another creation was wrong? What should it do if a being it creates becomes evil? But what is evil and what is good, and how do you tell the difference? What will his animals do all day? What would they eat? Would they need to eat? How would there bodies work, how long would they live and what would happen if they stopped living? Was their such a thing as death, should there be death and decay or should the first creation go on forever? How could it protect its creatures from hurting each other?
Now the spirit was hurting and confused. It felt like a lost, confused child wandering in the darkness with parents. Who was it? Was it male or female? What does it look like? Dark or light? Heavy or light-weighted? Happy or sad? What material made up its presence? What could it do? How old was it? Should it stay still or do something? Was it hot or cold? Which way should it be? If it loved some things about itself yet hated the others, how would that work?
The spirit cried out in pain, tears falling from its eyes of innocence, love and compassion. it wanted the dream to be beautiful, it wanted all the creatures, animals and people to love each other, and for none to hurt each other. A river of tears flowed from its heart, for it could not bear the thought of any of its creation hurting another creation. The water was sweet and fresh, the source of life.
Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it.
Where do we come from? How did this universe begin? And how will it end? How can we solve all the multitude of problems on planet Earth? Is there a god, or many gods, who created us human beings and all the animals and other life on Earth? What about life on other planets? Are we alone in the universe? What happens to us after we die? Is death really the end or does some part of our consciousness go on? These questions have haunted mankind ever since weve had time to think of them during the daily struggle to survive. The answers are written in the many holy books of a multitude of religions, as many different religions as there are grains of sand on the beach, or in the desert, which is where many monotheistic religions come from, the deserts of the middle east, or rather the fertile lands of the middle east, wherever there is water.
My story is fantasy fiction, so do not take seriously anything I write here as truth. I am using my imagination to fill in the gaps with the Bible and am connecting pagan world mythology with Biblical truths, the stories of the imposter gods that set themselves up above the one true God Yahweh, that the Nephilim and fallen angels worked their own doom, and Gods love extends so far even to the lost spirits he will not forget them He can forgive even fallen angels and His love and mercy extends even to the Devil himself, but the Devil cannot receive it because he is too full of hate and anger, and perhaps fear.
The Spirit lay sleeping, dreaming in the dark vast void of space. It felt so alone, so empty and lost. It was desire to be loved, desired someone to know what it was and to love it. As it dreamt, it learned wisdom, and desired to create many things. It dreamt of wonders, of magnificent creation. It saw vast forests of giant trees rising high to the sky, tall mighty majestic high mountains frosted in pristine snow, fields and meadows of beautiful colorful wild flowers with butterflies like fluttering jewels and buzzing honeybees gathering nectar from flower to flower, rivers of rushing roaring water pouring down from rocky cliffs into foamy white waterfall below, warm-colored sunsets in the painted desert, and turquoise tropical seas of fantastic coral reefs of fancy fish and brightly colored coral.
It dreamt of all the creatures, all the animals he would create. It wanted to create mighty dragons, gentle unicorns, sweet playful fairies, noble elves, mermen, griffins, and satyrs.
It thought about all the normal animals it would create.
There would be many fish teeming in the ocean. In the sky there would be both plain and fascinatingly beautiful birds. The birds would rest in trees on or on rocky mountains peaks when not flying. The animals known as mammals would be varied and beautiful. From the mammals would come the most special of all the creation, a being that walked upright on two legs and had arms and hands to use in many ways. This being would be able to lift and turn its head a little bit, it would have a good brain and have intelligence.
Then the Spirit began to imagine of one of the creatures he created disagreed with another creature. What if they fought? What if they hurt each other? What should the creation look like? A storm of questions filled the spirits mind and heart. How did it know whether one creation was right or if another creation was wrong? What should it do if a being it creates becomes evil? But what is evil and what is good, and how do you tell the difference? What will his animals do all day? What would they eat? Would they need to eat? How would there bodies work, how long would they live and what would happen if they stopped living? Was their such a thing as death, should there be death and decay or should the first creation go on forever? How could it protect its creatures from hurting each other?
Now the spirit was hurting and confused. It felt like a lost, confused child wandering in the darkness with parents. Who was it? Was it male or female? What does it look like? Dark or light? Heavy or light-weighted? Happy or sad? What material made up its presence? What could it do? How old was it? Should it stay still or do something? Was it hot or cold? Which way should it be? If it loved some things about itself yet hated the others, how would that work?
The spirit cried out in pain, tears falling from its eyes of innocence, love and compassion. it wanted the dream to be beautiful, it wanted all the creatures, animals and people to love each other, and for none to hurt each other. A river of tears flowed from its heart, for it could not bear the thought of any of its creation hurting another creation. The water was sweet and fresh, the source of life.