The Universe Incarnate
I dreamed that the world had managed a kind of immortality and two people lived the life span of the universe but though this seemed fantastic it wasn’t as it meant the whole universe could not move on to it’s next cycle – the problem? Cyclic-evolutionary rebirth – those two people were stuck in their mid forms, in the medium of being, they had not lived out their allotted lives and now everyone was stuck. The god made a parasitic/baby universe from the dying one so that they could become and be once more.
But they could not exist on their own so others of the universe had to volunteer to become corporeal ghosts to care for the infants and raise them through their lives. Violent deaths stunted the process of moving up the spiral of lives that had to be lived – so each life had to be lived well and just repeatedly killing them as soon as they were incarnate was out of the question.
Things were also hampered by the flesh ghosts who had a tendency to forget what their purpose was and think they were indeed alive. Their minds took the form that they had been in the most and as human form is the medium average for life, the form that most lives were lived in – that was the form they mostly inhabited. There were strange effects for those who thought themselves alive – like being able to fly/float if you meditated and with concentration teleportation of a kind was achievable – this including breathing in space.
Sometimes the ghosts tried to kill each other which if they had been within the incarnation cycle would have sent them back a rung or two, the god wasn’t quiet sure what to do about that behaviour yet and it really was a minority action, hardly noticeable in the positive karmic stew of the new little life bubble.
And so with snow angles and story writing and climbing mountains and star gazing, the universe creeped and crawled closer to it’s next cycle. The other gods admonished the god and said they would have just jettisoned the universe rather than mucking around trying to save it but the god could not waste all those souls that were unique and fully formed in this universe – one day they would be strong enough to break out of the universe and become.
No there would be no destruction of souls. And besides this was interesting – they had done something not seen in any of the other universes and the god thought that there were lessons to be learned here. The other gods sneered, the god just shrugged and continued to be an interventionalist in the universe they had designed to run on a set of rules instead. This time they would try reminding the ghosts via dreams.
Posted: Thursday, September 21st, 2017 @ 9:27 pm
Categories: Flash Fiction, The Punks World.
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