In the beginning of all events…
That Which Is said “I am that which is”. And was all, and saw all, and had always been and always was, and was one.
And yet, being one, determined to be more. And yet, being all, how to be more?
“I shall play”, said That Which Is, "and become other, many others, each in turn and all at the same time, and I shall have companionship, and I shall be a companion, and in playing I shall be each of these other things which are not the same as each other.
“I shall be many, and varied. I shall play and in play I shall sever, split apart from myself, and then come together. I shall divide and separate, and then mix and intersperse, and I shall be many and I shall be all, and I shall see different and from apart and I shall see all, and all shall play together.”
And That Which Is did thus conceive of other, and did prepare to split; And for this we say of That Which Is that She who is That Which Is set forth to be the Mother of all.
And She did conceive of other, saying, “She shall be of me, and a part of me, yet apart from me. I shall be hers, and she, mine, and we shall play together. I want her to climb and run and taste and shout and hear and touch and see. And I shall be there for her, and care for her, and she shall know that she is loved and is worthy of love, and is part of all, and as is her birthright she shall know herself to be all that is and that has been, one, That Which Is; and we shall be together”
And in this, for the first and last and only time, That Which Is, who was all and saw all and had always been and always was, in determining to be more, came to learn of limitation, and knew pain, and frustration, and failure, and the awful hurt of sacrifice, for She, to be Mother of all, was unable to do all as she wished and instead had to pay a horrible cost.
And in this, also, came the sense of Adversary, the voice of adversity, and this adversary was Circumstance, that and nothing else. And the experience of this voice was met with anger and pain.
For it is one thing to say, as She had said, “I shall divide and split apart”, and yet not so easily accomplished when one is all, and all one. As That Which Is made Her preparations to take leave of herself, she gently detached and let go and prepared to give birth to That Which She Was Not, and the Adversary, the voice of Circumstance, said to Her, “Then she is dead, and not in being, for there is no That Which Is Not That Which Is”.
And in anger and frustration, She wailed, and drew back to herself the other that she conceived of, and said “She is not dead and is still of me and part of me, and I of her, and we are one yet not the same”. And the Adversary spoke to her again and said, “Then she is not split, and not in being, for you have drawn her back into yourself and you are one and the same and no other”.
And in love and fury, She screamed, and cried and lifted again apart from herself the other that she conceived of, and, while holding her apart thus, poured herself, her all, into the other, and felt the pain of draining as she bled out from herself, and said, “Then, behold, let it be known that this is what a Mother will do, if she must, I will die that she might live, and in that moment, in that act, she will know she was loved even if I may never know her; and in so knowing she will know what it means to be one and other”. And still the Adversary said, “No, for still she is not split, nor you from her, for you have only shifted That Which Is, and you are still one, and all, and there is once again no other”.
And so in bitter sorrow She lifted yet again apart from herself the other that she conceived of, and, weeping, let go, and was apart. And She said to the other, who could not listen, “Go, then…you will not know where you came from, or how you came to be. In order that you might be, I cannot hold you. You may never know yourself to be loved. That you may live you you must start off alone, not knowing who you are. You, who are so precious to me that I would give my all for you, must begin in separation, not knowing of me. And what you know most and first shall be what it means to be apart. I had to choose between not having you or not being there with you, and only if you should come looking for me without knowing who I am, or even that I am, will you find me to look upon my face”.
And so it was begun.