The beginning is always the hardest part of my life to discuss, for I didn’t have any words to describe it then, and I don’t have them now. Some may call it molecular, some may call it ethereal, some may even go so far as to call it conception, which is closer to where I began, the concept part.
I suppose my journey that I have gone on freely to begin this concept of me, came much before, back to the real beginning. And so as it was told to me, there was once a time when the world did not exist, and there seemed to be nothing but Origin, if one could imagine origin as something. It really had no word for it, because no words existed, and had never been there before, but through divine circumstance the laws of nature procured a thought that changed the empty space and speckled the Universe from Origin. Most don’t realise, but Origin was actually not a thing, Origin was a being. Origin possessed the gift of attraction, and pulled together all of the matter necessary to make what is now. This was just a thought for this empowered being, which we will for the short case call “O”.
When “O” began the world, one of the many inventions that came from the master artist, it was just that, a piece of art. No description was necessary or possible for the extraordinary creations. The masterpiece continued to grow in a chain reaction expanding over several worlds, and before long, there were many worlds, many attractions, many gifted places or many new Origins’s. Quantum by nature, there was no measurement of time or space, truly all just “was”.
In the space and matter that “was”, there began a planet unto itself which is where I began many lifetimes later. This world like the beauty of the space that “was”, had many new beings that came from “O”, and lived and died, and grew. A great deal of time surpassed here, and creatures, rocks, life, objects, all became something on this planet, where no words were exchanged, just them being, like the space that “was”. The creatures roamed the earth, some within their space, some within others, but they managed to navigate their own way like the celestial ancestors and cousins of “was” that remained all around them. I asked “O” once what it was like back then, and the response was
“Even then, I had an appreciation of what it was, and how it would continue to be, just being. There was nothing to wait for, nothing to anticipate, it just was. Everything still had attraction, but it was not a reason, as attraction is reasoned today, it was simply part of what was, and all was part of its Origin as much as we are all a part of what was.”
It was in such a conversation that I realized the Origin of what was, and how to just be, and the meaning and origin of Free Will in being, the source of such a will.
excerpt from Ryan Anthony Gibson, Free Will Academy, Like Any Other Book You Have Read- full of letters and words.
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