Silence

Silence: When He spoke everything was terror. All trembled at the vibrations of His voice. “What was that?” young particles (soon to be a Universe) asked one another. “That was He of the First Voice”, whispered the rippling Spirit as it gathered the particles together molding them into suns and planets…creating life and matter haphazardly. “What does he want of us?” the infant Universe asked, terrified. For it knew not itself or why it was brought into being. And the spirit replied, OM!

Man: There are two birds fighting over a piece of bread.

Woman: Oh.

Man: Really! Look! Right over there before you—too late. What’re you doing anyway?

Woman: Watching rain puddles. Checking for the slightest movement…There!!

Man: There…what?

Woman: I was hoping they’d fall upward.

Man: Why would rain puddles fall upward?

Woman: Who knows what could happen? It’s rained frogs before.

Man: I don’t understand you.

Woman: Neither do I.

Uncomfortable silence

Silence: Part of the Universe understanding itself is duality. Polar opposites. Everything in creation has one. If not, they very shortly cease to be. What is light without darkness? What is man without woman? Our heroes ponder these questions right now. During the silence. He doesn’t understand she’s only listening for OM. She’s only looking for the concentric rings of the spirit to move her into an awakening. But then again, we all are, whether we realize it or not.

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About Universal Shift

I am the Sonata Unusual. I coat myself with some obtuse angle too far below zero to become any warmer. I create motivation, activate schemas, moisten gardens with scents of natural honeydew. Construct this meaning, you sleepy flock. Silence your singing—despairing contortions out of tune. Shatter the brittle butterfly glass with your hideous wailing. I am born of my god’s imagination. When I die I shall meet him. For there are many things to discuss over tea…or scotch.

Posted on March 8, 2012, in Author, Fiction, Philosophy, Religion and Spirituality, Spirituality, writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Does it make you silent… it did though. I read and started to think in this strange silence… however I want to ask about one thing if you could elaborate:
    ”Part of the Universe understanding itself is duality. Polar opposites. Everything in creation has one. If not, they very shortly cease to be”…

    As always love your use of allegory and how it fits appropriately, makes a reader, wonder!

    • As always, thank you for your wonderful comments. To elaborate: Our Universe–our reality–is a place of experience and learning. Duality is a teaching tool. In order to understand Good, we have to experience Evil or vice versa. Duality gives us perspective to do that.

  2. Jason, I enjoyed this very creative and comical post! 😀 I especially liked this part of your bio, “When I die I shall meet him. For there are many things to discuss over tea…or scotch.” Your writing is like a pitch-dark, still night suddenly awakened by an explosion of multi-colored fireworks. God has blessed you with this wonderful talent. Thank you for sharing. 🙂

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