In the beginning

In the Beginning

In the beginning was…

a spark of light,

a singularity exploding,

the power of a word,

the manifestation of psychic energy.

Where does it start?

Where does it end?

The laws of physics say

mass cannot be destroyed—

which means it is not created,

only transformed.

There is a sacred dance:

energy to mass,

mass to energy—

back and forth they go.

The energy of creation

was the source of all that is today.

And in the death of stars,

the conversion of mass to light

becomes the cradle of new worlds,

the breath of new life.

But there is a higher plane

beyond the physical world—

a resonance of energy,

a psychic force

that flows between all things:

between stars and planets,

between plants and animals,

between Earth and humanity.

When this force unites

each part of the physical world,

there arises consciousness—

an awareness of self and not-self,

a reconstruction

of what is us

and what is not.

From this comes

the illusion of separation:

an inescapable differentiation,

a sense of isolation and disconnection

from ourselves

and from all that surrounds us.

And yet—

this illusion lives in the flesh

that forgets the truth:

that the energy in our bones

comes from a common source—

the spark that lit the stars,

the pulse that runs through stone and sky.

When we look beyond matter

and open ourselves

to the psychic current of the cosmos,

our consciousness awakens

to the truth of our interconnectedness.

The web between all things,

in form or in flow,

lifts us to a higher plane.

The plane of Spirit—

that ineffable reality

where the truth of a drop of water

comes to life,

and we remember:

Even as we live as individuals,

we are not apart—

but wholly woven

into the fabric of creation.

We are like cells

in the body of the universe—

each with purpose,

each with identity,

necessary but not alone,

working in harmony

with those like us,

and those unlike.

We are animated by Spirit,

the breath within all breath,

that fuses matter and light

into the incarnate echo

of a Divine Cosmic Source—

the one that births stars,

cradles infants,

and spins electrons

around a silent, singing center.

It is Spirit

that brings us home—

back to the origin,

back to the truth,

back to the oneness

we have always been a part of

since the beginning.