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A New Interpretation of Genesis by Nicola Morry |
In the beginning was the one. And the one said "I am good." The one
became two, because if one was good, then one had to be bad. But the one
was not really good - just very egotistical. And the bad was not really bad
either. In fact, instead of calling them good and bad, I prefer to call them
pale and dark. Together they created the world - the land and the
seas and the plants and all the birds and fish and animals. Then they
didn’t really know what to do next. But a beautiful thing happened. The
newly created moon started tugging at the ocean and the ocean made love to
the shore and from the foam of their union, I was born. I walked along
the beach. And the dark one came and knelt before me and we knew each
other. From our union, man was born. Yes, from our union, the infant
man was born, and how anyone can believe that story in Genesis about man
giving birth to me, I cannot understand. For woman is now and always has
been, the only one capable of giving birth. Anyway, the dark one and I
enjoyed each other’s company, and spent much of our time together and the
pale one became very jealous. He came to me alone one night and he wanted
me to lie with him. So, we lay together, but he did not please me as the
dark one had. He wanted me to worship him but he did not worship me in
return as the dark one had and so I did not enjoy his company and he became
angry. He said that what the dark one and I were doing was wrong and he
banished the dark one to a separate realm so that they would never again be
reunited. And he took the infant man from me and left me alone on the earth
for many years. While I was alone I studied all the plants and learned
their properties and many hidden things on the earth were revealed to me and
the trees and flowers offered up their secrets to me. But the pale one
raised man in his own image and told him many things that were not true.
He caused man to have scorn for me and for the earth, and he told man
that I was born of him and that it was my fault that man was not a god. All along, man was the offspring of gods but he wouldn’t believe it. He
loved the pale one and believed everything he said. Once the pale one
returned the man to me he would never listen to anything I said, whether it
was about his true nature, my true nature or the nature of the earth. He
insisted that he was mortal, that I was his servant and that the earth was
cursed. Eventually, I gave up trying to communicate my knowledge to man.
But I passed these secrets on to my daughters. And some of them still
remember.
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