Reincarnation
Another non-HP. This is an exercise in...um...futility? Okay, exercise in my natural propensity to write with no rhyme or reason. This follows the Apostles Creed. The character's name is Jude. I have another snippet about him, and I'd like to create a bit of a series out of it. We'll see.
"I believe in God the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and Earth"
Emptiness.
One eye opens.
A shudder, a ripple of a dream within a dream and a great hand over the earth. We are created of the Dreaming, we are of the Dreaming. Nothing more than a whim of God.
"I believe in Jesus Christ, His only son, our Lord"
Dawn on the horizon. Rosy-fingered Dawn, an oil-painting on the canvas of eternity. Hand against the fragment window of a jet, touching the reinforced plastic, the shutters of technology, creation of man. Coming from man, birthed into creation, the touch of flesh.
"Who was conceived of the Holy Spirit and born of the Virgin Mary"
Flying, drifting in the ether, floating on the breath of the Creator. Tap, tap, tap. Fingers reaching towards the sun, warm orange light penetrating the barriers we create for ourselves, the plexiglass doing nothing to protect one from the eye of Judgement. Simplicity in that thought. Forgotten origins lead to tales of Creation. Mother. Sun. Son.
"He suffered under Pontious Pilot, was crucified, died, and was buried."
We are unaware of our birth. We are unaware of our life. We are unaware until we remember...until we remember the cry of God against the wetted cheek of existence. The elusive memories, dancing in our periphreal vision. Golgatha, a theif, two. A stone.
"He descended into Hell"
Do we want to remember?
"On the third day he rose again"
The footfall of a bare sole and a bare soul on asphalt. Damp city, cold place. Ever woken up and not remembered where you fell asleep? Ever woken up and not remembered who you are? Ever really woken up? Spirits float until they find their homes again. Synergy of light and faith. The body anchors, and the soul strains upwards...or elsewhere.
"He ascended into Heaven and sits at the right hand of the Father"
What is your heaven? Is it floating? The tales of our childhood swirl, the tales of our youth Create. No dream escapes the manifestation. No thought, and no enigma slips away un-heard by Someone. It is the place of the forgetting, of unrememory.
"He will come again to judge both the living and the dead"
Do opposites attract? Hold a plane ticket in your hand, stare at it, and then realize you don't know why your travelling over 2,000 miles. Does evil draw good? Does good manifest evil? What do you know about either? Would you go where your God sent you? Would you crusade....could you?
"I believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy apostolic Church, the communion of Saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and the life everlasting"
Heaven, Arcadia, Dreaming, Chimera, Faith, Hope, Love, Passion, Desire, Need, Death. Resurrection, faint hints of a past, of another life. Would that life drive you? Could something from the past manifest itself in Glory? Mayhaps. Maybe dreams come back. Maybe the tales we weave within our own lives manifest into a reality, into the Truth.
"Amen"
God is not dead.
"I believe in God the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and Earth"
Emptiness.
One eye opens.
A shudder, a ripple of a dream within a dream and a great hand over the earth. We are created of the Dreaming, we are of the Dreaming. Nothing more than a whim of God.
"I believe in Jesus Christ, His only son, our Lord"
Dawn on the horizon. Rosy-fingered Dawn, an oil-painting on the canvas of eternity. Hand against the fragment window of a jet, touching the reinforced plastic, the shutters of technology, creation of man. Coming from man, birthed into creation, the touch of flesh.
"Who was conceived of the Holy Spirit and born of the Virgin Mary"
Flying, drifting in the ether, floating on the breath of the Creator. Tap, tap, tap. Fingers reaching towards the sun, warm orange light penetrating the barriers we create for ourselves, the plexiglass doing nothing to protect one from the eye of Judgement. Simplicity in that thought. Forgotten origins lead to tales of Creation. Mother. Sun. Son.
"He suffered under Pontious Pilot, was crucified, died, and was buried."
We are unaware of our birth. We are unaware of our life. We are unaware until we remember...until we remember the cry of God against the wetted cheek of existence. The elusive memories, dancing in our periphreal vision. Golgatha, a theif, two. A stone.
"He descended into Hell"
Do we want to remember?
"On the third day he rose again"
The footfall of a bare sole and a bare soul on asphalt. Damp city, cold place. Ever woken up and not remembered where you fell asleep? Ever woken up and not remembered who you are? Ever really woken up? Spirits float until they find their homes again. Synergy of light and faith. The body anchors, and the soul strains upwards...or elsewhere.
"He ascended into Heaven and sits at the right hand of the Father"
What is your heaven? Is it floating? The tales of our childhood swirl, the tales of our youth Create. No dream escapes the manifestation. No thought, and no enigma slips away un-heard by Someone. It is the place of the forgetting, of unrememory.
"He will come again to judge both the living and the dead"
Do opposites attract? Hold a plane ticket in your hand, stare at it, and then realize you don't know why your travelling over 2,000 miles. Does evil draw good? Does good manifest evil? What do you know about either? Would you go where your God sent you? Would you crusade....could you?
"I believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy apostolic Church, the communion of Saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and the life everlasting"
Heaven, Arcadia, Dreaming, Chimera, Faith, Hope, Love, Passion, Desire, Need, Death. Resurrection, faint hints of a past, of another life. Would that life drive you? Could something from the past manifest itself in Glory? Mayhaps. Maybe dreams come back. Maybe the tales we weave within our own lives manifest into a reality, into the Truth.
"Amen"
God is not dead.