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A Creation Myth
My child, you wish to know if Gods still walk the Earth? To answer one question would lead to many others, as is the wont of your incessant curiosity, so I will tell you the whole story of the Gods and answer a hundred questions before asked.
In the beginning there was nothing but the seed. From whence it blew and tree that sired it none knew, not even gods; for from this seed they issued, newly born into emptiness. Powerful they were and of it oblivious. Of these beings primordial were there five - five giants, prone and sunk in sleep, held within the husk of their vessel, suckling on a source divine until gestation would complete them.
The first to awaken, Elok, suffered greatly for his alacrity, for seeing the surrounding void filled him with terror and kindled him to madness at the loneliness of this abyss - for in this darkness he could not see his brothers and sisters beside him. Thus Elok conjured fire and light into being to temper his insanity, and was forever cursed to war against the infinite absence which he alone had the misfortune to witness.
It was thus to a universe of flame and rage that Temen awakened; an existence of searing heat that made him panic for the safety of his siblings still asleep within the womb of their creation. He ventured out into in the blinding light in search of his brother, through oceans of fire and galaxies aflame until, after a journey unspeakable, reached the unfortunate first god driven mad by the void, blazing in endless tumult against its return.
Finding his brother beyond persuasion, Temen sought to cool his soul and prevent the ubiquity of flame, but Elok would not be touched. Thus began war that lasted untold ages; the war of fire versus night, until, finally, Temen prevailed and enveloped Elok, containing his mad rage within a single sphere - what you know as the sun. Here remains these two gods held in endless struggle, Elok, ever wishing to burn all and Temen forever holding him at bay. The stars you see, child, are wounds from their battle upon the fabric of creation.
Into this quasi peace awakened Crea and marveled at this wounded tapestry; two brothers beyond her reach and two other siblings still asleep beside her. Crea was the first god not driven by madness or urgency so thus had time to create: she fashioned a home, for herself and her sleeping brother and sister, using the seed of their birth as its structure. Thus was Earth created, and thus why we pray to Crea to bless our harvest.
Still within his womb she placed her brother Aan upon the new Earth, in what is now known as the Whistling Mountains, to await his birth. Upon inspection of her sister, she wailed to find her dead; stillborn or perhaps damaged by the fires of Elok. Crea buried her unnamed sister - for death should have no name - into the deepest valley of her creation where, over time, her essence liquified creating all water and sea. Think of her as you crest its tumultuous waves and know that you float on life that bled from death.
Crea was proud of her creation and was thus despairing of the eternal struggle above her which sought to damage her paradise. Elok’s fire often rained and Temen’s eternal night was stifling and cold, each preventing the flourishing of life. When Aan emerged from his mountain chamber and witnessed the hardship of Crea’s beset creation he took pity on her that had nurtured and protected him. He embraced her as Temen had wished to do for Elok, but Aan was not rebuffed, thus enveloping the Earth with the sky to protect it from the ravages from above. It is from the top of his birth place that, they say, he still resides protecting Crea and the Earth; a place which alone reaches high enough to touch the heavens of Temen.
This, child, is how we know that Crea is the only god that still roams upon the Earth; she, being the goddess of life, where her sister of the sea is death; and Elok bears the spark of light and fire, while Temen, vastest and grandest of all, encompasses night and heaven; and lastly Aan, the protecting sky, sender of wind and rain, whose eternal pact with Crea allows all life to flourish within the sanctuary of Earth.
Now ask me no more until tomorrow, child; I have given you enough for an age of contemplation - see that you think on it for at least an hour. If you struggle, feel the wind and think of Aan’s protection. That is your meditation. Until tomorrow.
In the beginning there was nothing but the seed. From whence it blew and tree that sired it none knew, not even gods; for from this seed they issued, newly born into emptiness. Powerful they were and of it oblivious. Of these beings primordial were there five - five giants, prone and sunk in sleep, held within the husk of their vessel, suckling on a source divine until gestation would complete them.
The first to awaken, Elok, suffered greatly for his alacrity, for seeing the surrounding void filled him with terror and kindled him to madness at the loneliness of this abyss - for in this darkness he could not see his brothers and sisters beside him. Thus Elok conjured fire and light into being to temper his insanity, and was forever cursed to war against the infinite absence which he alone had the misfortune to witness.
It was thus to a universe of flame and rage that Temen awakened; an existence of searing heat that made him panic for the safety of his siblings still asleep within the womb of their creation. He ventured out into in the blinding light in search of his brother, through oceans of fire and galaxies aflame until, after a journey unspeakable, reached the unfortunate first god driven mad by the void, blazing in endless tumult against its return.
Finding his brother beyond persuasion, Temen sought to cool his soul and prevent the ubiquity of flame, but Elok would not be touched. Thus began war that lasted untold ages; the war of fire versus night, until, finally, Temen prevailed and enveloped Elok, containing his mad rage within a single sphere - what you know as the sun. Here remains these two gods held in endless struggle, Elok, ever wishing to burn all and Temen forever holding him at bay. The stars you see, child, are wounds from their battle upon the fabric of creation.
Into this quasi peace awakened Crea and marveled at this wounded tapestry; two brothers beyond her reach and two other siblings still asleep beside her. Crea was the first god not driven by madness or urgency so thus had time to create: she fashioned a home, for herself and her sleeping brother and sister, using the seed of their birth as its structure. Thus was Earth created, and thus why we pray to Crea to bless our harvest.
Still within his womb she placed her brother Aan upon the new Earth, in what is now known as the Whistling Mountains, to await his birth. Upon inspection of her sister, she wailed to find her dead; stillborn or perhaps damaged by the fires of Elok. Crea buried her unnamed sister - for death should have no name - into the deepest valley of her creation where, over time, her essence liquified creating all water and sea. Think of her as you crest its tumultuous waves and know that you float on life that bled from death.
Crea was proud of her creation and was thus despairing of the eternal struggle above her which sought to damage her paradise. Elok’s fire often rained and Temen’s eternal night was stifling and cold, each preventing the flourishing of life. When Aan emerged from his mountain chamber and witnessed the hardship of Crea’s beset creation he took pity on her that had nurtured and protected him. He embraced her as Temen had wished to do for Elok, but Aan was not rebuffed, thus enveloping the Earth with the sky to protect it from the ravages from above. It is from the top of his birth place that, they say, he still resides protecting Crea and the Earth; a place which alone reaches high enough to touch the heavens of Temen.
This, child, is how we know that Crea is the only god that still roams upon the Earth; she, being the goddess of life, where her sister of the sea is death; and Elok bears the spark of light and fire, while Temen, vastest and grandest of all, encompasses night and heaven; and lastly Aan, the protecting sky, sender of wind and rain, whose eternal pact with Crea allows all life to flourish within the sanctuary of Earth.
Now ask me no more until tomorrow, child; I have given you enough for an age of contemplation - see that you think on it for at least an hour. If you struggle, feel the wind and think of Aan’s protection. That is your meditation. Until tomorrow.
