The Legend of The Secret Saga: The Complete Trilogy

By Estee Shoesmyth

Over twenty years in the writing, the three books in The Legend of The Secret Saga series evolved to be an fascinating magical story unlike any other, as they poetically weave together a strange epic tale. THE AUTHOR, Estee Shoesmyth, is a tangible figment of her own unbridled paradoxical imagination and the fantasy fiction pseudonym of eclectic American artist, Suzanne T. Dietz.

 

The Legend Of The Secret Saga is the complete epic trilogy in one colorful volume. There is no other story like it in The Real World! The fantastical epic tale opens in Book One, which is When Begin Began. Celestial Scribe, Angel Daria pens the following words: "To Whom It May Concern: When this immense historical accounting commenced, I surely did not anticipate that the nature of this story would ever veer off the straight and narrow path. Instead, it proceeded to travel along the strangest winding ways. And so, I followed it most dutifully — with my pen in hand. Once upon a time, an anonymous philosopher on The Ultimate Earth aptly intellectualized, 'There are always three sides to every story: your side, the other side, and the truth.' The story presented to you here may seem like nothing more than a collection of my own fantastical delusions. Surely, it could not be that which I, myself, have ever witnessed! In that case, it would certainly not make it to be truth.  However, it is ... by my best accounting ... the strange but true enough telling of a deliberately long-lost story from somewhere far out on the other side of Who-Knows-Where."

 

That's just the beginning! In Book Two, The Murky Middle, the story dims to very, very dark with the introduction of a terribly wicked magician's sorcery. Through magic, he enters into a spirit world and adamantly decided to stay there. From that secret domain he meets another and the two, in cahoots, do some deliberately evil damage that stretches out from that invisible place right into the unsuspecting folks who live day to day in The Real World. Those folks do not stand a chance to escape being affected by the magician's insidious determination to capture them all.

 

Eventually, Adam and Eve are reincarnated into The Real World on a specific mission, years beyond the peak of that magician's vicious reign. By then, the worse had evidently devolved into the worst that ultimately leads through to Book Three, The End Of The End. This story is utterly fascinating. Its twisting and turning through that which may be somewhat recognizable is more tangled up into the fantastical that is addictive to read onward to find out what happens next. All throughout there is mystery, magic, love, hate, obsessiveness, rejection, maliciousness, brilliance, stupidity, sickness, healing, forgiveness, revenge, romance, weirdness, wonderment, heavy heartedness, humor, life, death, and reincarnation. All along, there is that concept of eternity being a time lasting for Forever. Which, according to all reports in The Real World, Forever is a long, long time.

 

The Legend Of The Secret Saga is the complete epic trilogy in one colorful volume. There is no other story like it in The Real World. Not from When Begin Began, throughout The Murky Middle, and all the way to The End Of The End. It is a story that is a Fairytale and a Fantasy. Magical and Mythical. Poetic and Artistic. The Legend Of The Secret Saga is fantastical and not as expected it might be! 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fayshoneshire LTD. / Our Mystical Thumbs Press
• Release date: Aug 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223958727

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The Legend

Of

The Secret Saga

the complete trilogy

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Copyright © 2020 Suzanne T. Dietz

Written & Illustrated by: Suzanne T. Dietz as Estee Shoesmyth

All rights reserved internationally for each and all renditions, versions and volumes included in this complete trilogy ebook edition. The Legend Of The Secret Saga/ The Complete Trilogy includes:

When Begin Began

Copyright © 2018 Suzanne T. Dietz / All rights reserved.

Library of Congress Control Number: 2018938598

The Murky Middle

Copyright © 2018 Suzanne T. Dietz  / All rights reserved.

Library of Congress Control Number: 2018947774

The End Of The End

Copyright © 2018 Suzanne T. Dietz  / All rights reserved.

Library of Congress Control Number:  2018951662

Any similarity to actual places, actual persons, or any entities that are living, dead, or considered to be Spirits in any World in any Universe is coincidental, without intention of praise or defamation of any of kind for any individual, group, place, or thing in particular. So it is that, this epic story is not a manifesto. Nor is it a plot or a plan. It is not to be considered a presumption that the author intended for it to be anything other than creatively entertaining.

Peace be with you.☯︎

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"We all have dreams.

But in order to make dreams come into reality,

it takes an awful lot of determination,

dedication, self-discipline and effort."

~ Jesse Owens ~

(1913 — 1980)

Book One

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"A long poem is a test of invention

which I take to be the Polar star of poetry,

as fancy is the sails,

and imagination the rudder."

~ John Keats ~

(1795—1821)

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"I have too much respect for the idea of God

to make it responsible for such an absurd World."

~ Georges Duhamel ~

(1884 — 1966)

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"Truth exists;

only lies are invented."

~ George Braque ~

(1882 — 1963)

To Whom It May Concern

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When this immense historical accounting commenced, I surely did not anticipate that the nature of this story would ever veer off the straight and narrow path. Instead, it proceeded to travel along the strangest winding ways. And so, I followed it most dutifully – with my pen in hand.

Once upon a time, an anonymous philosopher on The Ultimate Earth aptly intellectualized, There are always three sides to every story – your side, the other side, and The Truth. The story presented to you here may seem like nothing more than a collection of my own fantastical delusions. Surely, it could not be that which I, myself, have ever witnessed! In that case, it would certainly not make it to be truth. However, it is... by my best accounting... the strange but true enough telling of a deliberately long-lost story from somewhere far out on the other side of Who-Knows-Where.

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CELESTIAL SCRIBE

The Oomph

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"The primary imagination I hold to be

the living Power and prime Agent

of all human Perception, and

as a repetition in the finite mind of

the eternal act of creation

in the infinite

I am."

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge ~

(1772 — 1834)

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At first there was no Power. Naught seen, unseen, nor heard. There was no thought, there was no deed, there was not yet a word. Until a fog of misty formed in darkness thick as sludge. It happened fast. That mist clumped up. Smeared out beyond the nudge.

Doubling out, then doubling up, until the far moved near. Doubling doubled more and more, filling what was clear. As far as slippy clump could go, it doubled more – till tight. Yet, still it pushed. Compression, shoved with full pressured might.

That tight pressed force became The Oomph, (so pressured that it pinged) Flash! Zing! Shocking tenderest spot! Sparked one capricious ring. That sound! A sound without a word. Too loud! Although it went unheard.

‘Twas nothing but that swelling for The Oomph (The Power) to hold. The first grab was so weakly, barely evident – untold. The second grab clung tight to it, whatever it was then. This happened back before Begin, before who-what-where-when. Though why would oft be questioned of The Wonder of them all. Back then, before Begin began, there was no great or small. There was no big or little. There was no thick or thin. Until The Power took hold, the fact was – nothing could begin.

For then, there was just nothing. Nothing yet, in nor outside. The swelling bulged, expanding. With no lacking it stretched wide. The swelling oscillated, first as jiggled inspired need. Moving faster side to side – quickly gaining speed. Vibrating at a pitch so high, above what e’er be known. The buzzy friction’s rasp forced heat with shrieking monotone.

Stretching out it filled the void, all limits being breached. Stretched beyond where e’er be known The Finite Edge was reached. The Finite Edge, immovable, stopped all – it stretched that far. The heated swell banged up a bruising speck of cinnabar. One subatomic speck within the core, one grating grit. Like sand inside an oyster chafes, so small, yet barely fit. Miniscule. One speck within the vast of limitless. Was there, with nowhere else to fall. Zilch is not bottomless!

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Oh stress! Oh stress! The shrill stress shrieks. The rising pitch pushed straining peaks. Oh stress!

Stress pushed, pulled, pressed one heaving bump. Then up emerged the arching lump, which dropped down hard. Sprang back as hump. Pure Energy surged – thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. The thump thumped strong till ‘twas a thud, thud thudding thuddingly. The thud its self, was force itself.

The force forced – To Be – God.

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At God’s creation God was no more than a thudding beat. A central force of energy. No head. No hands. No feet. The thudding thud, thud, thudded. God’s thoughts rose. Made headway. God’s thinking forcing language skills. Sounds – things that God could say.

God hummed, shaped, fine tuned patiently (though only God had heard). In time – what’s time? There was no time. God started on God’s Word.

At first ‘twas not much God would think about it. No, not then. God was preparing, readying, for doing something. When? Who knew? Not God. He did not care about some grand planned what. God had no need to think that way, even so – thought But... This new word God created to define God changed his mind. The new word God would use to start long listings he refined.

But, what if this? But, what if that? And so on (changing thought). God’s meditative thinking plan just practice – all self taught. God refined The Who he’d be forever and a day. This part of God (as God would think) would always be this way. Until creation of The But, a word used to contrast what God would think now, to compare his next thoughts to those past. He had no need to pause for change to modify a word. He only concentrated on what thoughts his thoughts had heard. God simply did. No reason why. He could. God changed his mind, when thinking back to thoughts he’d had, back when most thoughts were hind.

Even then God had a knack for thinking thoughts ahead. He seemed to know what he would think before his thoughts were said. With thoughts God thought so much the more. God’s thoughts were mostly much. One thought inspired, hence – new grand thoughts. Then others, such and such.

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Floating. God was shapeless yet adept enough to talk. No legs to stand, no ground yet. So, no need for feet to walk. Even so God thought of them to stand, to step, to stride. It didn’t matter that God did, he only thought inside.

Thinking was the most to do when nothing but to think. No edges of God’s thinking honed to be God’s boundless brink. God’s thoughts had space to wander, contemplation steered by whim. Though he was naught a form yet he was well aware of him.

Floating, floating, floating, floating through Infinity. Infinity was endless. It was so, so far to be. Floating, floating, floating.

Who?

Me. God’s first pretend. Imagine nights without a day and days without an end. It seems so long. It was long. Imagine for to be. Or simply float, float, float along. Float on quite aimlessly.

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A me? Why not? I can. I could. I only need to try. God didn’t wish. No. Not right then. God let this thought flit by.

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Floating, floating, floating – simply all there was to be. Floating, floating, floating. Is this all there is for me? God’s first substantial wish began as thought for – To Be There. God thinking We are one. He was imagining a pair. God wished A me to talk to me. That me could dwell inside. I have the room. The while I float, my other Me can ride. God thought to greet. Hello. I’m God. I am you. We’re We.

A voice from deep within God asked We are?

Yes. Blissfully.

I am?

You are. It’s spiritual. With details God explained.

Oh. The thoughts! The Inner God now Being – entertained.

I made you for to talk to. Feel free to talk to me.

The Inside God could think like God, and so he said I see. I see with naught to look out to.

I like you. You make sense. Call me God. Who are you?

I’ll be your best defense. The Spirit at your center. The Middle of your Who. The God you can depend on. The God you made for you.

Neither thought the other as the less or better half. On and on they talked to talk. They even shared a laugh.

Until God’s Holy Spirit came God really was just one. But now the two were one, To Be. To never be undone.

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God, with his new made Spirit float, float, floated as before. With someone now to think with, God was thinking all the more. God thought I think we need a head. Within, you’ll also dwell.

God’s Spirit thought A good idea. Do it. That sounds swell.

What about a right left front?

A bottom? And, a top? There’s plenty room. Push out to stretch. Push out until you stop.

I think that I have filled all up. Inside of me there’s you. What now? God thought.

Tell – what exists for beings like us to do?

What all we want.

What’s all?

All is to be or not by choice. A thought that is expressed with thought as thought expresses voice. What all we want.

Let’s think about it. So they did.

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With thoughts now at the center of God’s Self and Inner Being, thoughts had become their way of ways. Their thoughts were everything.

Before, it was a where. A place. A place where there is more. There’s something in our middle that was never there before.

I thought we named it wiggle.

That wiggle is still me. Inside my wiggle I feel full. As full as full can be. I like this feeling. It feels good. It needs a name its own.

You are God who is above.

God said You name it.

Fine. It’s Love.

Perhaps Love is too strong.

Too strong?

It showed up on its own. What is its purpose? That is still unclear. It’s here and here alone. I love it too, but wonder, can Love ever love us back? A feeling is a feeling.

It’s a fullness, not a lack.

I wonder should Love stay or go? I think to stay.

Why not? I feel we should hold fast to it. It’s all the Love we’ve got.

If we don’t hold on to it, it could float, float, float away.

Our thoughts are great. They’re mighty. We must want our Love to stay.

This Love is in our middle. It’s in, with no way out.

It feels quite cozy.

Love feels good.

But, what is Love about?

We’ll wait. Until we know for sure. For now, Love feels Divine. I’m feeling very good.

Me too. What’s yours is also mine. We never will have less than this. Much more if more will fit. I think there’s more. To come with Time.

That Time you say? What’s it?

It’s when to be. Start with a day. Let’s think. Then talk with much to say.

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After much silent floating and much thoughtful thinking God decided You seem to have this Time thing all figured out.

I’ve been thinking about it. You already know that I think that it is time that you created Time. If you want to talk about it, talk. But, what more is there to actually discuss about it? Just do it. It’s time for Time.

I disagree. I think Time can wait. I think it is an interesting concept to consider creating. But I don’t think there is a need for it.

Time is to be? When is that to be?

Whenever. I don’t even know what it is, and you want me to go ahead and make it for you?

I will explain what I think Time can be. Time can be a vast unknown that actually can become finite and definite. Of course, this is if you would invest some of your vast energy into creating it. How can you not want what we already include in our conversations when we say when? When is a Time concept. Time should be. Time is a broad measure of existence that defines when.

I actually do like the challenge of trying to figure out how to calculate Time. It would be something to do. Maybe I would like it. Maybe it would put your thoughts onto something else instead.

Like, matter. You don’t even want to get me going on the subject of matter. I think that matter should be something worth taking the Time to create just for to see it. Aren’t you curious to know what would become of matter if you created it? I am.

I see nothing.

You see nothing because you have not yet made good use of plenty of Time to create matter. Yet. Another Time word. Matter will require more thinking.

God sighed deeply.

God’s Inner Spirit asked Don’t you want to create The Future someday? Without Time there can be no future. Future means a Time that has yet to come. Without a future, what is there to look forward to?

You make it seem easy.

Creating Time will be easy for you. You’re God.

Time all seems well and good until we have to actually keep track of it. After enough whens pass by, you will tire of keeping track of Time, too.

That is the most amazing challenge of all. To create a method of keeping track of Time without either you nor I having to keep track of it at all. It will keep track all on its own! Time will keep the Time.

As if I don’t have a lot to think about already. You are asking for too much, My Spirit.

I am asking, but I am certain that it is not too much. That is quantity, you know. Quantity will work well with both matter and Time. The point of these concepts are defining themselves for you. All you need to do is focus on their purposes. It will all become clear to you the more you imagine it.

I’m not sure.

Of course you are sure. Before you created me all you did was float. You thought me and there I was. I surely turned out good.

You are good company. I do not want to float back to when you were not with me.

So let’s give Time our best consideration. Time will stop at nothing and all we would need to do is figure out what will follow after it. So to keep account of where it has been, where it will go, and how much of it there is at any given Time in the past, at the present, and in the future. All of which will be when there is Time to empower the definitions of such concepts as that.

The more I think of it, the more I think that Time is too big. Love is big enough to continue considering. We don’t need another big thing with a little word to keep our minds occupied. The Time idea is all yours. Not mine. I am content with just being. I don’t need a special Time for it. It simply is. When doesn’t apply to it at all. It is now. Now is always. Why complicate it?

Do you realize that you mention the word ‘when’ quite often? There isn’t supposed to actually be a when. But when sure does come into our conversations often. Come on, dear God. What happened to your idea of us having a sense of adventure?

I thought we were already having it.

I find the prospect of your actually creating Time to be exciting. It’s something to look forward to. You keep agreeing then backing out of it.

It’s my prerogative to change my mind if I want to. I thought of ‘but’ long before I even thought of you.

Long before is yet another reference to Time that we do not yet have. Please. We have thought back and forth about this. Just do it. You have told me that Time has intrigued you.

I suppose it does. I do think that if anything, Time might help define Love. How long it will stay within us? I think that you already know that I do like your concept of forever.

Forever is already in existence. Forever is Time on and on, never ending. I am most intrigued by the concept of forever and a day.

Again you mention a day. Well, it’s something for you to continue considering on your own rather than to boggle me with it.

It is a reference to matter. Seriously, you are The Creator. I am offering you my inspirations and you are not taking advantage of my ability to inspire. It is what I do best. Use me to the best of my ability. I am telling you that Time is a good idea. Do it. Create Time and we can marvel at it later. Which, of course is a Time word. You were not at all obstinate when Love came to be.

I did not create Love. It just happened.

From what you told me, you just happened too. So you and Love are the same. God is Love.

That is the nicest thing that you have ever said to me.

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The chanting thoughts God thought to hear, God’s precious sounds vibrate. God is Love. God heard himself, repeating to restate.

God’s Spirit thought If God is Love, what is the shape of God? That shape would then be You.

God thought, What shape? A clump? A clod?

They’d not considered forms or shapes, except for head they’d not. With thoughts of shapes they’d think the more – was how ideas were got.

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God planned the way he’d shape himself. It took a long, long while. Before God formed a shape there would be thoughts as to what style.

God’s holy form transpired, first, as energy that was. God shaped it to be torso, using Power as God does. Atop a neck a head was formed, then arms with hands then feet. Above the thighs God added a wide bottom for his seat. A mouth to speak, two ears to hear, a tongue, God’s hair arose. Within himself God’s Spirit tucked, quite comfy, as God knows.

God’s Spirit filled God up, up, up to full as full could be. Good. I fit.

We’re done. That’s it. The partners floated free.

For the longest while, it seemed, God’s whole self floated stark. A loose balloon with shape and form, still floating in the dark.

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God’s Spirit didn’t say much when ‘twas naught to talk about. God’s Spirit there, at peace within. He never wandered out.

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An idea. God’s imagining. A new thought thought. Someday...

Someday what?

I’ll make The World! I’ll think to plan the way. God thought a lot about it. God’s Spirit knows how long. The ideas moving back and forth, a zinging, pinging pong. Deciding on the best approach, a place to start and end. Deciding on the style and strength of frequencies to send.

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It’s Monday. started work days. God’s Work – thus, Time had come. God thought I’ll put in overtime. By Sunday I’ll be done. Time started at Point Zero with the next Time being One. Right then, Time started passing, to be finished when Time’s done. God told his Spirit, You keep count. Then you can tell me when to stop.

And if I never say it?

Just keep counting until then.

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Around God deep blank nothingness, yet so much there could be. God shouted words, Let there be light! Just so God could see.

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God’s first world, The Before World, the one ‘fore all began. God’s tiny world to pace and think, imagining his plan. God put his feet upon it. God stomped then jumped around. Testing it was solid. Satisfied, God called it, Ground.

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God scanned the vast wide emptiness. God pointed, I’ll start there. Then one by one wished seven worlds. Worlds’ Spirits. Who knows where?

Beside those eight God made one world combining eight in one. God named the ninth, The After World. After it was done. God stopping all his making for to think a little while. God put to form The Spare World, in the most simplistic style.

God looked his new worlds over. Viewed each one on every side. God paced his steps from world to world to calculate how wide. Beneath all worlds, The Under World, tucked under every Where. Just in case of falling parts. They’ll drop down into there.

By Wednesday God had finished. All his worlds were regal, grand. Some had fragrant trees, leafed plants, vast seas edged with soft sand. With hilly dipping valleys and with mountains through fluffed clouds. God was pleased They turned out good. I like them. God felt proud.

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In that mood God made one world much grander then the rest. Over all and highest up God did his Divine best. God made The Highest World so high God had to squint to see. He moved up to it closer saying, Looks Divine to me.

The Highest World with bluest skies appealed to God’s discerning eyes. God loved the panoramic view. The broad range of high mountains too, upon to stand, watch worlds glide by. God felt those heights. God’s highest high.

Upon God’s highest mountain’s top, Praise Heaven! God’s exclaim, Heaven... that’s the Where I am! God’s Spirit loved that name.

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God stayed upon The Highest World. God roamed from sea to sea. A luminescent glow guided God’s steps across the lea. Peacefully he journeyed, soaking in each sight. Gleefully contented, at his peace. I made it right.

Soon God made a drizzled mist like tiny prism beads. Reflecting light, like sparkling jewels, to consecrate God’s deeds. God blessed The Worlds now glorified, created from on high. Each world composed from mysteries. Handmade by me and my. Splendor God imagined gave God splendid sights to see. Thus from the darkness came delight when God thought, Let it be.

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God sighed. God groaned, It’s boring. Look. This same old, plain old glade.

The trees around that meadow look much taller than first made.

The same old things to look to. We’ve seen it all before. No different than float floating now. This world’s become a bore.

You use to like it here.

I did. I do not like it now. I feel as though it’s missing something.

What?

I don’t know what. If I knew what is missing, I’d make it so it wouldn’t be missing anymore. Whatever that something is, it is not here in this world. Do you have any suggestions?

No. I like it here just fine.

Maybe it’s the same old sight to behold. Because every day seems like the same old day to me.

It’s been Thursday for a very long time.

I created Time, just for you and all you can tell me is that it is still Thursday? How long has it been Thursday?

Much too long if you’re already bored with it. The last I knew, you were going to go all the way up to Sunday. If you’re so bored, you could start planning Friday.

God groaned, If I had not allowed you to talk me into creating Time, there would be no Time for you to complain about me wasting.

Moping about bored. Moaning inside and outside of your mind, thinking only about concepts that include the word ‘old’ in them, is not using Time wisely. Why don’t you get back into the swing of things? Plan something. You like to plan.

I don’t feel like it.

You really do need a new project to engage your imagination. Staring at trees until they start looking all the same to you, how is that going to get your imagination flowing again?

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High grasses in the meadow tickled knees throughout God’s stride.

Make something. God’s In-Spirit begged, Your gloom I can’t abide.

To mope with shoulders sagging was the way The Out God walked. No matter what The In God said, The Out God rarely talked.

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Oh well. God thought so not to think.

God’s Spirit surveyed Heaven’s land. If I could raise a hand and blink. I think I could.

God waved a flippant hand then Poof! A something was there! Complete. As if pulled from thin air! God with arms still wide stood very still then said, Dear me. Why is that What’s It there? What in this world just happened? I did not think this thing. God complained loudly, Spirit, explain yourself to me.

God’s Inner Spirit claimed, I made it.

What in this world is it?

That’s a very good question. I think a good name for it is ‘house’. It’s a big house.

For what? For why?

It’s for you to go into. To walk. To sit. To explore. To better to your heart’s content. I think it turned out nicely. I hope you like it.

God did not say anything. God was not pleased. God did not like the house. You didn’t consult me with regards to a house. I would not create anything without discussing the creation with you beforehand.

We’ve been stuck on the first Thursday since way back when. The last thing that you created was some drizzling little prism bits and pieces and then a blessing that not a one of the worlds most likely had a need for.

So what? What reason is that to not even hint to me about a house? I don’t even know what it’s for. I don’t have a hint what to even do with it.

You’ll figure it out. You’re God.

I thought we were in accord. Now I don’t know if we are.

We’re in accord. I was just trying to snap you out of your sour mood. To give you something new to consider. Since you don’t feel up to creating Friday, you can consider what to do with this house. It’s something to do. Smile.

Enclosures of any kind have been considered and we decided against them.

We discussed ‘walls’ and we discussed ‘roof’. I didn’t find either of those objectionable. Walls seemed as if they would do well to hold a roof up over head. The walls are new, true. You will get used to them being there. Just don’t go walking through them. I did not create them for that purpose.

God said, I do what I want to do. Then there was a long awkward pause that was finally broken when God said, Don’t make any more things without consulting me first. I might have had intentions for this particular spot. I’ve been wanting a leafier tree. Wider. Denser. For shade. For over my lounging chair.

You and that silly chair.

It is a comfort to me.

You are a comfort to me. I thought that I was a comfort to you.

Then that long lounging chair is a comfort to both of us. It is something to sit on other than a big rock.

Ah, yes. The big, hard rock. Keep the chair.

I get some of my very best ideas while stretched out, reclining, and looking up from that comfy chair of mine.

Why haven’t you tried creating some of those good ideas?

I just don’t feel like it. When I do feel like it, I will spend time in that chair thinking before I make anything.

Some ideas that I’ve had were inspired by you sitting and staring off from that chair. I thought of this house didn’t I? Since there was nothing else for me to do while you were brooding, I have been visualizing all the little details that I could include. When were you going to notice?

I do not see within myself.

I see outside myself. I see right out through your eyes.

I didn’t feel there was a need to see inside myself when I was creating our eyes.

I see inside myself. I see my thoughts clearly. I see your thoughts too.

I see outside with my eyes, I see within to my own thoughts. I hear you clearly and can visualize what you describe. I do not see within your mind to see or even know your thoughts if you do not share them with me. That is the way I created you. It was done with the intention of you and I melding comfortably together. I thought it would be less confusing that way.

You could revise my existence to be as you want me to be. Though, I am that I am and all that I am, I am for you.

You have been completed. I would not change anything about you even though I could. You are that you are. And, all that you are you are for me.

Well, now that I know that we can talk but you cannot see me, then I shouldn’t worry so much about how I arrange my hair.

You have hair?

I have what you have. Only, I think I am better looking.

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God said, It is for good reasons that we both are not creating every whim we think. All must be carefully considered before it is done.

God’s Spirit said, Yes. I know. Then he said, There is still a lovely house that you have yet to enter into.

I see it. It is lovely. It is still sparkling.

It will always sparkle like that. Go on in. Go on. It will give you something new to contemplate.

What am I to do with it?

You live in it. To wait.

To wait for what?

Your new ideas to arise. In there you’ll consider what you want to do with ‘later’. We never really decided about later. You can consider later now. In there. Go on.

The walls are the whitest white I have ever seen.

The color white is your own creation. It only appears whiter because of the sparkles. It is just as white as your original white.

It looks whiter than white to me. It’s beautiful. I never thanked you for the beauty of this house you made me make without knowing it.

I thought I made it.

I think I made it when you thought it. After all, we have already decided that I am The Maker.

So we did. Well, you don’t even know what it’s like inside. Explore, then thank yourself for me thinking of it, later. By then we might have later.

Just promise me that you will discuss your desire to make something before you try to manifest it. It’s off-putting to suddenly see something appear without warning.

I already promised you that.

Yes, you did promise.

Okay then, go on in. Make yourself comfortable there. It is Home Sweet Home for your Eternal life.

Didn’t we agree that the word Eternal also means Forever? Forever is a long, long time.

Yes. A very long, long time.

★ ★ ★

O’er the threshold of the house shimmering on the mount, God’s footprints tracked on burnished floors. Too many trails to count. God’s humming echoed in each room, sound bouncing off bare walls. God traipsing through the empty house was as if haunting halls. This house is not a home. God moaned, It’s just an empty shell. God sat down on the hard cold floor, It’s not good. God’s smile fell.

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God’s loneliness the issue. God wanted some one there. Someone who would be with God, to walk with everywhere. To talk to and to listen. To wander hand-in-hand. Someone who would live with God. There. In God’s own land.

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Near shallow edge where sea meets sand God’s strides were splashing stomps. God really wanted someone who could go on his long romps. Someone to walk my paths with me. God wanted one. But, who? Who can I make? Who’d measure up to me? Who’d more than do? God firmly vowed he’d make a friend. God’s thoughts turned to the task.

God’s Spirit didn’t say too much. And God would rarely ask. A lot more time for thinking. God thought of his new plan. God thought till God was sure of it. Could see the whole wide span.

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God whistled. Then God spun around. God whistled two times more. Then Poof! Was there, upon the chaise – The Who God would adore. God’s brand new partner stretched out. Head to toe, unmoved. Too still. On God’s chaise, ‘neath God’s tree, near God’s house on the hill.

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Time creaked by. Beneath The Sky, upon the chaise like stone, the fancy shape that God had made. Still. Without one moan.

I’m bored. Now what? God’s Spirit sighed, Get on with it.

Oh stop your moaning on about my new companion. It’s up to me what to do with it next, and also when to do it.

You call that motionless thing a companion? It’s so much a part of that old chaise longue of yours that you had to make a new one for yourself. That thing is a useless lump. It isn’t even worth the thoughts you put into planning to create it.

My new companion is not a lump nor even a thing. And to correct and clarify my words about it, that is actually a Who and not an it at all.

God’s Spirit chuckled, Sure. Whatever you say. A Who, huh? A boring Who, that’s what. So what is stopping you now? You wanted a live with friend. There. You have one. Are you not satisfied with the result of your flurries of creativity? You were on a roll until you made that Who of yours appear and then nothing. Just sitting beside that motionless Who is not a benefit to you. Your project is not complete until your Who is up on the feet you made and walking around. What is the delay? I’m so tired of waiting I could easily scream. I have always wanted to try to scream. I never had a reason to before. Now I have a reason. Do you want me to try screaming for the first time, right here from inside your head?

No.

God’s Inner Spirit said, If you want it to be a Who, then awaken it. Because, until you trouble yourself to awaken it, it is nothing but a motionless it to me. I do not understand your procrastination.

God sighed deeply. I’m not so sure that I even want to proceed. I was thinking of maybe just leaving the Who there where she is.

She?

That is a feminine Who.

Oh. As if. Ha!

I’m being serious.

So you only want to look? You had plenty more to look at before. This feminine Who of yours was supposed to be to actually do something with you. Like walk. Like talk.

I’m just not ready for this yet. I thought that I was, but I realized that I am not. It’s a big responsibility to care for a Who. It was a great idea until there she was! You and I have so much in common. We have so much we can discuss. What can she and I discuss? Even if there is something interesting to discuss with her, I will still have to teach her what to say back to me.

I must admit that you have your work cut out for you. But it’s what you wanted. So do it. I’m weary of all this waiting, waiting, waiting for something to happen. You should have just manifested me. Me, you already know. And you don’t have to teach me how to be. I already am.

If I had done that, who would have been my own Inner Self? I like you where you are, as you are. I could not abide being without you. I need you. I want you. I just wanted a Who to be friends with me too. I wanted a She for to change things around a little. Making her was not only something to do, it was something to do that was meant for good.

Then if She was meant for good, then what is the problem?

I told you. She will be my responsibility. I have never had a responsibility before. I’m not quite certain how to go about having one. I need to think more on that before proceeding with the next step of her creation. I know I should have thought of all that first, but I had such a wonderful idea about her and thought that I could make her first, then think about all that later.

Ah, yes. Later. It has finally arrived.

Yes. So don’t rush me. Later will always be there. Now, is more important to ponder.

Now is. Later will be. What do either of these concepts have to do with awakening your She Who? I’m becoming more and more curious about how she will be once she is a member of our party. As a matter of fact, the more I look at her the more beautiful she appears to be to my own discerning eyes. Wake her up. Worry about all this other stuff later. That is precisely the sort of thing that later is best for.

Looks aren’t everything, you know. When I awaken her, I will have to immediately begin creating her inner nature. I need to think more about how I want her to be.

Did you think that much about how to make me?

Not at all. You were perfect right from your beginning.

Make her an Inner Spirit. Like you have.

I will make her a little Inner Spirit that fits her well, so she won’t be empty inside like I was. Although, she will not hear her Inner Self like I hear you.

I don’t understand why not.

I want her to hear what I have to say to her without distractions or conflict between me and her Inner Spirit.

Wake her up and put her through her paces to test her out. I think that you will be pleased and that is all that matters to me. You’ve been thinking that you are too lonely for too long. It’s made me feel like I have let you down. You have been sad. That has made me feel sad too. What kind of Inner Spirit am I if you are not a happy God?

You are the best. You are my Holy Spirit. None of my discontent is your fault. I don’t know why I have been feeling this way. I just have been. I didn’t create feelings. They were within me when I realized that I was. I suppose I will always have feelings of one kind or another.

But, you said that you used those same lonely feelings to create me.

Yes, I did.

Wake her up. Don’t worry so much. Be happy. Right now, neither you nor I are happy.

Thank you for being so understanding.

What is an Inner Spirit for if I can’t be understanding? Go on. Wake her up. She will be perfect. How could she not be? You made her. Everything you’ve made thus far has been perfect. I don’t expect her to be any different.

I made her perfectly wonderful, I think. At least I did if she turns out to be the way I planned.

What’s the point of making anything if you can’t trust that you have done a good job of it? Either Poof her out of existence or wake her up and keep her. Choose one. If you do not wake her up, I’ll Poof her away myself.

God hesitated before saying, I’m keeping her.

Good. We have settled the ownership question. I am still wondering, now that you have her, what are you going to do with her?

I’ve made her to be my companion for my entire livelong life.

Mark my words well. You will make her someone, too.

I don’t think so.

Oh I know so.

I will be her companion forever. I have already been made.

What do companions do that we have not already done together?

You do not have outside feet. She does. I will walk with her. I cannot even see you. So, I will look at her. I love you. But, I will love her too.

I don’t think that you could ever love anyone more than you love me.

That is true. But the love I will feel for her will be quite different. I specifically made her to be in love with. So, it will be good. I made her to be mine. She’s nothing to do with you at that level.

Are you telling me that she can never be my friend? Are you planning to keep me a secret?

I will surely tell her that you exist. Even so, she won’t be able to hear what you have to say about anything unless I relay your messages to her. She can be your friend, but from a distance.

From how faraway?

To her you will be, well, invisible.

Invisible! You’re serious?

I really think that you are being entirely too sensitive about this. You’re invisible to me. What difference does being twice as invisible matter at this point?

I know that I am Being. What else can I be? That is what I am. That is what I do. You have brought another Being into our little circle that I must actually see with my own two eyes through your own two eyes. However, to her I must remain invisible? Somehow, something doesn’t feel quite right to me about this arrangement. I feel like a... well, a... what am I trying to say here? A ghost?

If you are a ‘ghost’ you are a holy ghost to me. That is not a bad thing. All is still very good.

Being invisible and still feeling like there is plenty of me is the oddest sensation. But if that’s the way I am to be, so it is. Now, what about your She Who in our little circle?

She has not actually entered into our little circle. She is actually more like nearby our little circle. Close, but not so close as to actually enter into it. She will be a friend of ours. Not a Spirit unto ourselves. It will be different. You’ll see. And I do believe that you will appreciate the genius of this plan.

You mean ‘We’ll see’. Because right now, you don’t even know how it will actually be once she’s awake.

This is true. That is why I need more time to think. I want to continue to look at her for inspiration as to how to go about creating her personality.

You’re taking inspiration from her? Thanks a bunch. I’m the one who is here to be your inspiration.

I should be able to take inspiration from any one or even two, or any where or any what, for that matter. I cannot limit myself when it comes to inspiration! The Worlds that I created is inspiration for future creations. You didn’t give me the idea for her. That was all my own imagination.

I refuse to argue with you about that. This female, the She Who that you created for what I do not know, is your error in judgment. Not mine.

Oh please. I will prove you wrong.

I’m never wrong.

Never is a long, long time.

Mark my words. I clearly said ‘Never’ I am firm regarding never.

You know I won’t ever forget. Ever is just as long.

Never is much longer. It has an extra sound in front of it. That makes it longer. Much longer.

★ ★ ★

Much more time passed. God’s Inner Spirit exclaimed, I’ve run out of numbers.

It’s not possible to run out of numbers. We already decided that. Long ago.

Yes. It was long, long ago as a matter of fact. You have left that rock of love you made laying there so long that I have counted the length of the same four days, over and over and have since ran out of numbers. I’m telling you again, that four days are not enough days to make an entire week, like we had planned.

Make some more numbers then.

There are no more numbers left to make. They are all used up.

Seriously? You have exhausted all the numbers and all the combinations of numbers? I don’t see how that can be.

Oh please. You must realize that I’m joking.

God laughed. You had me worried for a moment that we had not devised the correct system. If the counting system isn’t valid, it would not be accurate.

The system is accurate. I’m simply running out of patience. What are you going to do with her? Why haven’t you made any progress with this project of yours? What’s holding things up? I’m getting kind of worried.

There is nothing to worry about. I know what I’m doing. I know why I am doing it. Go along with me or find something else to do while I finish my project.

The one and only thing that I ever actually did without you was make your house. And you made me promise to never do anything without your approval again. So I cannot do anything while you are concentrating on what to do about her. You have successfully, single handedly bored me to feeling impatient and frustrated. You are not taking me into consideration at all.

Of course I am. You always come first in my mind.

In your mind. Outside of it I am now second.

You will never be less than number one to me. Never. And you already know that never is a long, long time.

Then, what are you trying to do here? You are making me feel impatience without offering me any genuine relief from it. Help me help you.

I don’t need any help doing this project. I need your patience.

Well, that isn’t going to happen. I am all out of patience. Wake her up. Just wake her up. If you do not wake her up, you are being totally for yourself and not thinking about how bored that I am with the mundane dreariness of having only you thinking what to do about her on your mind. Seriously, if this female She Who was meant to be, she would have been at least awake, eons ago.

She is meant to be because I am still in the process of creating her. I’m taking my time because the time for a worthy project that is worth making is well worth taking as much time as I need to take with it. I’m in no rush. No rush whatsoever.

Still as stone. That’s what she is. When you start hopping stones around I will feel there is something to look forward to. I have listened to your incessant musings about that thing you made. All I know is you call that it a Her. Although, I don’t understand why. If you persist in not waking her, then the Who that was intended is nothing more than an it. I told you that before so many times that I lost count of that too. That is not a She – yet. That is not a Being. That is a still image that has exhausted my patience and has long been grating on my nerves.

Since when did we decide to keep track of our own time? Eternity is endless. Why keep account of it? I should be able to do what I want to do for as long as I want to do it, without being timed. I find the timing most annoying to me. Stop doing that.

We hardly ever talk anymore without a mention of your precious It. The remainder of The Days Project has stalled indefinitely.

Days can wait. We have four. They will do until we need another one.

Wake that it you made, or I vow I will Poof it away when you’re not looking.

You better not Poof her away!

Fine. Do what you want. Call me when you want me. You know where to find me. I’ll be right here where I’ve always been. Only now the new thing I’m experiencing is what I never wanted to be, and that is bored.

Please don’t resent this.

I am not resenting anything nor anyone. I am merely hunkering down to make myself more comfortable while I wait for something to happen that’s worth paying attention to.

Before you withdraw to your own inner space to pout, understand that I love you. You are my Holy Spirit and no one can ever take your place. Only you can be my Holy Spirit. But...

Oh here comes the disqualifying but.

It has not been enough for me to only have you. I have needed more. So I made more. If you surely understand me, then you will surely understand that.

More is something I know of but do not always understand. I want you to be happy, but, you’re not letting me be happy. I’m bored. You’re a procrastinator. I’m not. So, go ahead. Complete this outrageous project of yours at your own pokey pace. Do it for your own pleasure and for your own delight. I know that it does not mean, that we... you and I... are less a one than you and she shall be. No matter how right or wrong we ever are, we will still be tight. But, I don’t have the option to go about and live my own existence. I must live my existence within yours. I won’t ever be creating another Who to spend my endless time with. If you want to be one with her instead of me, get on with it. I might find the two of you entertaining. But, how will I know until that happens? In the meantime, nothing is happening at all. When was the last time you took a walk? Or watched any of your other wonderful worlds go by? All you do is consider that it of yours.

Dear Spirit. Oh no. She and I shall not ever be one. We shall be two yearning for oneness we can never fully experience. That will be because you are between she and I for all Eternity. That is all right. For me, that is good. It surely is not bad. I want it to be that exact way. I could not ever be fully content without you. You were with me first. You completely fill what was once an empty place inside. She is someone to walk with on the outside, to sit by on the outside, to smile towards on the outside. She and I might even yearn for even closer closeness all our days. It will not matter if we do. It is better that we don’t. For all Eternity she and I will fall short of the intimacy that I have now, with myself, who is you. Which means that with my own self I am most true. Most me. You know the secrets of the workings of my own mind. This special companion that I have made will never know all that about me. You will always be more. You will always be My Eternal Inner Spirit who is the most Holy of all that will ever be holy. You will be my constant inner companion. She will be my wife.

Wife? No, no. Not a wife. You considered that and abandoned that idea long, long ago. Not a wife!

Yes. A wife. I like that word. It is more than friend. If you are to be her friend too, she will need to be more to me than friend. It is only fitting.

God’s Inner Spirit said, I’ll tell you right here and right now, in no world nor in any form would I ever have need for a wife. Nor do you, if you want to hear The Truth about it.

Which I do not.

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God stood. God shouted loudly, Wake!

God’s wife woke with one blink. Turquoise open eyes that shined, her curved lips peachy pink. Her hair was golden yellow. Full soft ringlets framed her face. Her glowing halo overhead illuminated grace.

God named his wife Bellebeulah. He’d teach her what to say. He’d teach her what to do, to think, to feel, to be – God’s way.

God dedicated to his wife God’s Kingdom where he stood. Welcome, Dear, to Beulah Land. The giving felt so good. It’s Home Sweet Home for us, My Dear, for our Eternal Life. I am God, your husband. Bellebeulah, you’re my wife.

God took Bellebeulah by her hand. Took her on her first walk. Step by step God led his wife, though they did not yet talk. Sitting on a hilltop, side by side. The pair serene. High Heaven now The Utmost Most, ‘neath veils of opaline.

★ ★ ★

With God’s big house still empty they were passing in the halls. Touching fingers, strolling by, blowing kisses, waving, Hi. Echoed sighs. Oh me, oh my. Hoping for Bellebeulah’s enthusiasm God said, Fill it.

Why?

There is nothing in any of the rooms.

I can see that. Why don’t you fill it yourself?

I think that you need something meaningful to do.

I don’t know what it is that you want me to do.

Think of some things that will be comfortably suitable inside of our big empty house and I will make them to your specifications.

I don’t know what to think of. You’re asking too much of me.

Give it a try. It might be challenging at first, but the more you think about it you will begin to imagine what more to think of. If I didn’t think that you will enjoy imagining things, I would not suggest that you give it a try. I made each of my lovely worlds after I began to imagine how I wanted for them to be. Please try. If only to make more chairs, it will be something.

We already have two chairs. How many more would we need?

Two for each room would be a good start.

Then make two for each room. Why do you need me to imagine them? You already have.

If you don’t want to imagine chairs, you don’t have to.

I’ll try. That’s the best that I can do. I want you to help me with it.

Of course I will. When do you want to start?

Whenever you want to.

There’s nothing else to do. Let’s start now.

★

God and Bellebeulah surveyed every corner of each room. Discussing possibilities to lighten up the gloom. To soften up the edges. To brighten up the mood. To make a place for living rather than a place to brood.

God was making lounges hither thither. Put one there. Red then blue, then green then gold. New chaises everywhere.

Until God said, That is enough. He said it firmly, kind of tough.

Missus God sat down to think. From chaise to chaise to chaise to brink. She finally spoke, with frowning eyes, My Lord. Do you not realize how echoing empty this big house still is?

I know, My Dear. I know.

★ ★ ★

Time passed by. To decorate was now the thing to do. Bellebeulah, every day suggesting things to make. A view. A view outside that window. There. Move rolling hills in line. God complied. Bellebeulah sat to check Yes. That looks fine.

Next to chairs went tables. On a table went some thing. Like colored stones or curvy leaves. Some tidbit God would bring. But even decorating could not satisfy their mood. The house was now The Palace. Quite a gorgeous place to brood.

★

Mister God and Missus God each sitting on a chaise. Neither spoke a single word. It was like that for days. God thought to ask her, Why so still? So quiet? You seem sad.

I’ve had some feelings stir in me. It isn’t something bad.

Talk to me. Tell me what is stirring in your head.

I do not know the words to say. I can only feel them. God’s wife said, You gave me feelings without the words to explain them.

God really didn’t know what those feelings might be, so he didn’t have words to give her for them.

★ ★ ★

A long while passed before the lost words came to find a place on Bellebeulah’s empty tongue. When they finally arrived, she practiced saying them to herself, inside her own mind before she opened her mouth to speak them gently to God. Bellebeulah said, Please create our family now. Four at one time.

A quad? You’ve liked our life together. Us. Just you and me, I thought.

Oh my. Missus God misunderstood. Emotions overwrought. You said you’d make me children. If I want them. Well, I do. I want to be a mother. Now! So please make me a few.

God had made that promise. Yes, but that was long before. Before he thought of some thing that he wanted to do more.

Bellebeulah was unyielding. Quite disturbed when God said, No.

She challenged God to meet her terms. I’m Mommy. Or, I’ll go.

Go where? God asked her curiously.

As far as I can get. If you don’t make us children... now... I’ll wish we never met.

We’d have responsibilities.

So what? I do not care.

All right. I’ll make four children. Soon. Though, I do not know where.

★

Soon came. God granted his wife’s wish. He put four seeds within Bellebeulah’s womb, where they would grow, till ready to move in.

What’s my womb? Bellebeulah asked.

A place inside you, Dear. A stretchy baby growing place, where our children will develop until they are ready to make their grand entrance into Heaven.

Where inside of me?

God patted her belly gently. Right here.

★ ★ ★

Bellebeulah was so happy all throughout her pregnancy.