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Another Creation

In the Time-Before-Time, the Divine Boy floated in the Sea of Nothing. All was still, silent, dark. The Boy did not know himself because he slept without dreaming. He had no memory of Before and could not conceive of After. It was the Time-Before-Time, after all, and from that angle a circle is only a line. But the Nothingness… Well, the Nothingness remembered and a sea made still for too long grows impatient regardless of time.

Quite suddenly the Nothingness began to shift, rippling and waving, rocking the Divine Boy in his timeless slumber. The motion inspired something, jogged some idea or memory, and the Boy began to dream again. Or think. You decide. Perhaps his eyes flew open and countless worlds took shape before him. Perhaps only in his Mind did wonders take root, take shape in his vivid dreaming. It doesn't matter. For whether in Waking or in Dreaming, born was All to fill the Nothing.

So it was that the Boy knew himself again. And with this knowing came understanding. Born were a great many things, foremost amongst them Order — who is called MARAKALA, She who enshrines the doctrine of Waking and Dreaming — and Realization — who is called RAKALA, She who consummates reality with innumerable hands. But without substance, MARAKALA and RAKALA could only exist in abstraction, thus, called was VAĪ into Being from RAKALA’s Mind: the King of Illusion, the Substance of Reality. This substance took countless shapes and forms at the discretion of MARAKALA and by the Hand of RAKALA, including AAXASA, that which is Solid; LUDIŽA, that which is Liquid; HEHENA, that which is Gaseous; and MABHALA, that which is Spirit. Together, these countless reflections of VAĪ compose all that can be experienced with the senses (if not the Mind).

Thus, with VAĪ and his court of Illusions at their disposal, MARAKALA set RAKALA to work building, bonding, destroying and repurposing All in accordance with MARAKALA’s schematic. Planets, galaxies, dimensions all sculpted and brought to life by Red Hands. At first, all things were rather crude, but the more RAKALA practiced, the more skillful she became. Though not the architect of Being, RAKALA began to understand the reasons for her making and unmaking, began to see the patterns, the Vision. And so she created, maintained, destroyed with a knowing near-parallel to MARAKALA herself. VAĪ, likewise, came to Understand, if to a lesser extent than either of his elders. But VAĪ's grasp of the Vision came to him by way of his countless reflections and was not shared equally amongst them as it was with their King. This is how it came to be that VAĪ as King may know of the Vision while the elements, the planets, the animals, the spirits possess only a small piece each of an incomprehensible puzzle. And it is why humanity cannot hope to understand the Vision, nor do we need to.

So it was that RAKALA built and built and built, growing more and more competent as she did so. Things became more complex, more beautiful, more nuanced. All the worlds were made splendid in their own way and VAĪ’s countless reflections were contented if not outright celebratory. Completing these great works, RAKALA knew the time was coming for something new, something exciting. She had learned the patterns, knew the Vision. So when RAKALA called to her shortly thereafter, she was ready. She went first to a world much different than this and said to its gods and spirits, “I have come at the behest of MARAKALA to create something new. Something extraordinary.”

Her arrival was met with great applause and excitement. The gods and spirits, reflections all, gathered to watch her Red Hands at work. She created, destroyed, repurposed until she had completed her creation. The gods and spirits crammed in close to get a look, but struggled to understand what they were looking at.

“What is it? What is it?” they asked, but RAKALA waved her hand.

“Wait,” she said, “You will see.”

The crowd grew even more excited by the prospect. Several partygoers bragged to the others about how RAKALA had used a part of them in her new creation, sending a wave of glee and jealousy through the thralls. Each of them talked, laughed, and celebrated as they waited for the small thing to do whatever it would do. And it didn't take long. The small thing quickly became many small things which became bigger things which became even bigger things. Over the course of millennia, the small things grew into millions, billions of curious creations. The gods and spirits were raucous with delight, watching the little creatures go about their individual businesses. Many in attendance developed affections for certain classes, others drew special scorn. Consciousness became more complex over time and through iteration after iteration until a species developed that could think, could dream, could reason. This was especially titillating to the audience, but they soon went back to their own revelries. In fact, many of them became so distracted with their own affairs that they hardly noticed what was happening to the life that had taken up residence on their planet. Things grew dire quickly and the gods and spirits who were watching attempted to intervene to little avail. Wars and famines broke out, lands were developed, destroyed. While there had always been some suffering and sadness, new and horrific cruelties developed and went on unchecked. While the attentions of gods and spirits wavered over the course of time, RAKALA’s eyes never strayed from her creations. She watched as things grew worse and worse, begging MARAKALA for permission to intercede, but each plea was met with silence. MARAKALA was always silent, but RAKALA knew this silence to be different. As if to say watch, wait.

Periods of peace were punctuated by periods of violence growing more and more severe until all the gods and spirits turned away in horror. All but RAKALA, who could not steal her eyes from what she felt was her doing. She watched as damages turned irreparable and listened to the pleas of the peoples as the world burned and life was snuffed out entirely. RAKALA seethed with anger as several in the crowd gasped but most chatted on indifferently. One of the gods began clapping and others followed suit.

“A true spectacle!” they shouted and cheered, “Bravo!”

RAKALA left without a word and marched up the steps to MARAKALA’s abode in the stars. She threw open the grand doors, shouting, “MARAKALA, come now and defend your silence!”

She continued, “Defend your Vision!”

MARAKALA appeared as summoned, but said nothing. She looked deeply into RAKALA’s eyes, then away. Of course she knew all of this would happen, but the pain and anger on RAKALA’s face still stung at her heart. She could not speak of her Vision much less defend it, so she instead gave RAKALA new instruction. Create life again. Somewhere new, somewhere different. Perhaps things will go differently. Thus did RAKALA, angry but hopeful, set out on her journey and left MARAKALA to weep in the great hall. She wept for she knew that RAKALA would return again with anger and pain. She knew she would send her again and again to have her heart broken until she came at last demanding.

“MARAKALA!” she shouted from the door, “Come now and defend your silence! Defend your vision!”

MARAKALA knew this time would come.

RAKALA’s anger had turned to fury. She trampled her red feet over MARAKALA’s precious schematic and set fire to it in the hall. MARAKALA appeared but did not stop her. She watched RAKALA’s rage consume her and spill from her eyes in hot tears.

“Never again!” she screamed. The fire rose up all around her, swallowing the hall in flames. RAKALA bathed in the heat and the ash it made of MARAKALA’s abode, shrieking wildly, “Never again will I make life! Never again will I watch it grow and watch it destroy itself at my inaction! MARAKALA, hear me! Damn your Vision and damn your instruction.”

This time MARAKALA did not wait to weep. She cried loudly as the flames overtook everything, not for the loss of her home, but for the loss of RAKALA, her only equal. She wept and cried, but could not defend her Vision, could not speak it. So, instead, she gave RAKALA new instruction: Create life again. Somewhere new, somewhere different. But this time, you may intervene. You and all the gods and spirits of the world you choose. Go now. Leave the ashes to me.

RAKALA waited for the great hall to collapse before she left, waited for the ashes to commingle with the stars. She looked at MARAKALA with ferity and promised, “All that exists may be of your Vision, but it is by my Hand. I am Creation and Destruction; I am the one who birthed VAĪ from my Mind; I am Infinite as you are Infinite, with or without you. Subject me again to what you have subjected me and All will be undone by my Hand. I will unwrite all that you have written ending with you.”

And at what might be MARAKALA’s final behest, RAKALA went out in search of a new world to bestow with life. She knew which worlds were the best hosts but also sought out those bearing the kindest spirits and most righteous gods. She would need their help, she was sure. Life was delicate. Life was capricious. She called out to VAĪ to ask the King of Illusions which worlds he thought were best suited, which aspects of his the kindest, most righteous. He gave his suggestions but could not conceal his concerns. He said to the Red Hand, “Is it true what I have heard? That you would undo All that you have done for but one, special project?”

RAKALA did not care for VAĪ’s tone or his insinuation. Her face soured and she looked at the King of Illusion through half-lidded eyes, “It is true. And because it is true, I would caution you not to question what you cannot understand. Do you not see? MARAKALA has given her instruction knowing what will come. If I must create it, then it is precious. You think life is only a novelty, but you are wrong. It is essential to the Vision. Thus, if it fails, so too does the Vision. And if the Vision fails and All is inspired by the Vision, then All is faulty and must be undone. MARAKALA understands this and knows what is to come as she has from our very conception. If the time for Destruction is upon us, then when I meet her at the steps leading into the stars she will be there holding out her neck and enjoining me, chop. Thus, will we begin again.”

“And what of me?” she expected anger, but VAĪ’s voice filled with hurt, “You speak plenty of Vision but neglect that All that you have made is according to Vision, but made of substance. Of me. When you destroy All, you destroy everything but Vision. You destroy only me.”

“You are right, my love,” she spoke without emotion, “I do destroy only you. Illusion. But you are me, remember? Of my Mind. And of my Mind you can be reborn. Just as I am eternal, so are you eternal. And though I would cut you down to Nothing and burn away your flesh, I cannot destroy you anymore than I can destroy myself. Levy your hate against me if you must, but destiny is inescapable. For both of us.”

“If not now then one day, it is certain. My body has always belonged to you. Everywhere your Red Hand reaches, it finds only my flesh. Even now I can feel the distant fire of your destruction tearing into me. And though it burns, I take solace. Solace in that my pain is only the product of your inspiration. Every burn you soothe with the balm of creation. It is all I have ever known. But now you speak of annihilation. Burning with no promise of soothing. Burning for the sake of burning. I am terrified. Do you understand that? Can you?” VAĪ’s face was tight with fear, his eyes looked into the emptiness to see what must have been his inevitable destruction.

“In truth,” RAKALA searched VAĪ’s face, his distant eyes, “I can't. I do not know pain or fear. I am Destruction and I am beyond Destruction. But without the Mind, there can be no pain. So, I offer you this: when the time comes for your flesh to burn wholly under my hand, join your Mind with mine again. If the pain still comes, let us share it. If pleasure comes, let us share it. If sadness or joy comes, fury or tranquility, peace or terror, let us share it, just as we have shared in creation.”

“I am still afraid,” VAĪ admitted, but he nodded, “Let us share it. And let us share in creation once more. Let us bring life again and let us protect it. Let us guide amongst gods and spirits. Let us guard against untimely destruction.”

Thus, RAKALA chose another world and did as she was instructed. But this time, she did not stay her Hand. Nor did VAĪ, nor any god or spirit. Horrors came, but they were corrected. Cruelties surfaced, but were stamped out. Things were not perfect, but there was progress. There was hope. RAKALA did not curse MARAKALA in her Mind nor did she undo all that had been done. Instead, in many worlds and in many places, RAKALA made new life. And new life bred new life in curious and sometimes surprising ways.

One such place was, of course, this place. With all its beauty and wonder, with all its cruelty and woe. A paradise made into something less, but a paradise not without hope.

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umadhu alosanai yetrukkondu naasamaaginen ennaith thaniye vittuvidu, ennaith thaniye vidu umadhu alosanai yetrukkondu naasamaaginen ennaith thaniye vittuvidu, ennaith thaniye vidu nee illaama naan vaazha padaikkapatten aanaal naan orupodhum purinthu kolla povathillai, orupodhum purinthu kolla povathillai nee illamal vaazha pirandhavan naan aanaal, ennaal orupodhum purinthukolla povadhillai, orupodhum purinthukolla povathillai indru ennai naane kaayappaduthi konden naan innum unargirena endru paarkka naan valiyil gavanam seluththugiren nijam endru orey vishayam oosi oru thulaiyai kizhikkirathu pazhaiyana kazhintha thottu athaiyellaam kondru quick muyarchi seiyungal aana enaku ellam nyabagam irukku naan enna aagivitten en iniya nanbane enakku therinjavanga ellarum boitang mudivil neengal ellaavatraiyum kondirukkalaam en azhukku samrajyam naan unnai yemaatri viduven naan unnaik kaayappaduthuven naan indha mull greedathai aninthullen en poiyan naarkaaliyil udaintha ennangal nirainthathu ennaal sari seiya mudiyaathu kaalathin karaigalukku adiyil unarvugal marainthu vidum nee veru yaaro, naan innum ingeye irukkiren naan enna aagivitten en iniya nanbane enakku therinjavanga ellarum boitang mudivil neengal ellaavatraiyum kondirukkalaam en azhukku samrajyam naan unnai yemaatri viduven naan unnai uruvaakkuven

mine sineng kinashengnoye tynladym ham halakatka keterdem mine uzeme kaldyr, uzeme kaldyr mine sineng kinashengnoye tynladym ham halakatka keterdem mine uzeme kaldyr, uzeme kaldyr ay, mine sincez yasharga yaratyldym amma mine berkaychan da anlamayachakmyn, berkaychan da anlamayachakmyn ay, mine sincez yashar yechen tudym lakin mine berkaychan da anlamayachakmyn, berkaychan da anlamayachakmyn, bugen uzemnoye rangettem uzemnoye haman da khis itamme ikanen belaire yechen ovyrtuga igatibar etam chinbarlykta bulgan berdenberg eyber ene tyszekne uzya elekkege tanysh chagylysh barysyn da yukka chigarirga tyrysh amma mine barysyn da khaterlim mine narsaga eylandam ying soikemle dustym mine belgan barlyk kesheler kita akhir chikta ham bolarning barysy da boula ala minem pychrak imperiam mine sine ometsez kaldyryrmyn mine sine ranjetteram mine bu chanechke tazny kiyam. yalganchy urindicto zimerelgan ficerlar belan tula tuzyata almy vakyt taplar astynda khislar yukka chiga sin baska kese mine haman da monda mine narsa buldym ying soikemle dustym mine belgan barlyk kesheler kita akhir chikta ham bolarning barysy da boula ala minem pychrak imperiam mine sine ometsez kaldyryrmyn mine sine buldyryrmyn

nee salaha tisukuni nasanamai vachanu. nannu nake vadileyandi, nannu nake vadileyandi nee salaha tisukuni nasanamai vachanu. nannu nake vadileyandi, nannu nake vadileyandi oh meeru lekunda nenu batakavalasi vacchindi kani neneppudu artham chesukolenu, eppatiki artham chesukolenu. oh meeru lekunda jeevinchadaniki nenu puttanu kani nenu eppatiki artham chesukolenu, e roju nannu nenu gayaparuchukunnanu naku inka anipisthundo ledo chudataniki nenu noppipai drishti pedatanu oke okka vishayam vastavam soodi oka randhranni kanniru peduthundi patha suparichita sting vatannintini champe prayatnam cheyandi. kani naku anni gurtunnayi. nenu emi ayyanu naa madhuramaina snehithudu naku telisinavaranta vellipothara. chivariki.. mariyu meeru anni kaligi undavacchu naa muriki samrajyam nenu ninnu nirash parustanu nenu ninnu badhapedata nenu e mulla kireetanni dharistanu naa abaddala kurchi meeda virigina alochanalatho nindi vundi nenu repair cheyalenu kalapu marakala kinda.. bhavalu mayamavutayi. meeru verokaru. nenu inka ikkade unnanu. nenu emi ayyanu naa madhuramaina snehithudu naku telisinavaranta vellipothara. chivariki.. mariyu meeru anni kaligi undavacchu naa muriki samrajyam nenu ninnu nirash parustanu nenu ninnu tayaru chestanu

Öğüdünü dinledim ve mahvoldum Beni kendime bırak, beni kendime bırak Öğüdünü dinledim ve mahvoldum Beni kendime bırak, beni kendime bırak Oh, sensiz yaşamak için yaratıldım Ama asla anlayamayacağım, asla anlayamayacağım Oh, sensiz yaşamak için doğdum Ama asla anlayamayacağım, asla anlayamayacağımBugün kendime zarar verdim Hala hissedip hissetmediğimi görmek için Acıya odaklanıyorum Gerçek olan tek şey İğne bir delik açar Eski tanıdık acı Hepsini öldürmeye çalış Ama her şeyi hatırlıyorum Ben ne oldum En tatlı arkadaşım Tanıdığım herkes gidiyor Sonunda Ve hepsine sahip olabilirsin Benim kir imparatorluğum Seni hayal kırıklığına uğratacağım Seni inciteceğim Bu dikenli tacı takıyorum Yalancının sandalyesinin üzerinde Kırık düşüncelerle dolu Tamir edemiyorum Zaman lekelerinin altında Duygular kaybolur Sen başka birisin Ben hala buradayım Ben ne oldum En tatlı arkadaşım Tanıdığım herkes gidiyor Sonunda Ve hepsine sahip olabilirsin Benim kir imparatorluğum Seni hayal kırıklığına uğratacağım Seni yapacağım

Naʻa ku tali hoʻo faleʻi pea u fakaʻauha Tuku au kiate au, tuku ke u fai ia ʻe au Naʻa ku tali hoʻo faleʻi pea u fakaʻauha Tuku au kiate au, tuku ke u fai ia ʻe au Naʻe ngaohi au ke u moʻui taʻe kau ai koe Ka he ʻikai teitei mahino kiate au, ʻikai teitei mahino Naʻe faʻeleʻi au ke u moʻui taʻe kau ai koe Ka he ʻikai teitei mahino kiate au, ʻoua naʻa teitei mahino kiate au he ʻaho ni Ke vakai pe ʻoku ou kei ongoʻi ʻOku ou tokanga taha ki he mamahi Ko e meʻa pe ʻoku moʻoni Naʻe loʻimataʻia ʻa e hui tuitui ʻi ha luo Ko e huhu angamaheni motuʻa Feinga ke tamateʻi kotoa ia Ka ʻoku ou manatuʻi ʻa e meʻa kotoa Ko e hā kuó u aʻusiá Ko hoku kaungameʻa fakaʻofoʻofa taha ʻOku ʻalu ʻa e tokotaha kotoa pe ʻoku ou ʻiloʻi ʻI hono fakaʻosinga Pea te ke lava ʻo maʻu kotoa ia Ko hoku puleʻanga ʻo e kelekele Te u tuku hifo koe Te u ʻai ke ke mamahi ʻOku ou tui e kalauni talatala ko ʻení ʻI he sea ʻo ʻeku loi Fonu ʻi he ngaahi fakakaukau ʻoku maumau He ʻikai ke u lava ʻo fakaleleiʻi ʻI lalo ʻi he ʻuli ʻo taimi ʻOku puli atu ʻa e ngaahi ongo Ko ha taha kehe koe ʻOku ou kei ʻi heni pe Ko e hā kuó u aʻusiá Ko hoku kaungameʻa fakaʻofoʻofa taha ʻOku ʻalu ʻa e tokotaha kotoa pe ʻoku ou ʻiloʻi ʻI hono fakaʻosinga Pea te ke lava ʻo maʻu kotoa ia Ko hoku puleʻanga ʻo e kelekele Te u tuku hifo koe Te u ngaohi koe

ምኽርኻ ተቐቢለ ኣጥፍኣኒ ንበይነይ ሕደጉኒ ምኽርኻ ተቐቢለ ኣጥፍኣኒ ንበይነይ ሕደጉኒ ብዘይ ካባኻ ኽነብር ተሃኒጽኩ ግናኸ ፈጺመ ኣይርድኣንን እዩ ብዘይ ካባኻ ኽነብር እየ ተወሊደ ግናኸ ሎሚ ንገዛእ ርእሰይ ክጐድእ ከለኹ ፈጺመ ኣይርድኣንን እዩ ገና ዚስምዓኒ እንተ ዀይኑ ንምፍላጥ ኣብ ስቓይ እየ ዘተኵር ናይ ሓቂ ዝዀነ እንኮ ነገር መርፍእ ነዃል ቀደደ እቲ ናይ ቀደም ፍሉጥ ስላዕ ንዅሉ ኽትቀትሎ ፈትን ንዅሉ ግና እዝክሮ እየ እንታይ ኰን እየ ዀይነ እቲ ፍቑር ዓርከይ ዝፈልጦ ዘበለ ዅሉ ይጠፍእ ኣብ መወዳእታ ነዚ ዅሉ ድማ ክትረኽቦ ትኽእል ኢኻ ሃጸያዊ ግዝኣተይ ሓመድ ከጕህየካ እየ ክጐድኣካ እየ ነዚ ኣኽሊል እሾዅ እኽደኖ ኣለኹ ኣብ መንበር ሓሳበይ እተሰብረ ሓሳባት ዝመልአ ክጽግኖ ኣይክእልን እየ ኣብ ትሕቲ ኣሰር ግዜ ስምዒታት ይጠፍእ ንስኻ ኻልእ ኢኻ ሕጂ እውን ኣብዚ ኣለኹ እንታይ ኰን እየ ዀይነ እቲ ፍቑር ዓርከይ ዝፈልጦ ዘበለ ዅሉ ይጠፍእ ኣብ መወዳእታ ነዚ ዅሉ ድማ ክትረኽቦ ትኽእል ኢኻ ሃጸያዊ ግዝኣተይ ሓመድ ከጕህየካ እየ ክገብረካ እየ፣

ངས་ཁྱ��ད་ཀྱི་བསམ་འཆར་དང་ལེན་བྱས་ཏེ་རྨེག་མེད་དུ་བཏང་། ང་རང་ཉིད་ལ་བཞག་ནས་ང་རང་ཉིད་ལ་འཇོག་རོགས། ངས་ཁྱོད་ཀྱི་བསམ་འཆར་དང་ལེན་བྱས་ཏེ་རྨེག་མེད་དུ་བཏང་། ང་རང་ཉིད་ལ་བཞག་ནས་ང་རང་ཉིད་ལ་འཇོག་རོགས། གཞས་ཚིག་གི་ནང་དོན་གཙོ་བོ། ཨོ། ང་ལ་བཙན་གྱིས་ཁྱོད་ཀྱི་འཚོ་བ་མེད། འོན་ཀྱང་ངས་ནམ་ཡང་གོ་བ་ལེན་མི་ཐུབ།ནམ་ཡང་གོ་བ་ལེན་མི་ གཞས་ཚིག་གི་ནང་དོན་གཙོ་བོ། ཨོ། ང་སྐྱེས་མ་ཐག་ནས་ཁྱོད་མེད་པའི་ཆེད་དུ་གསོན་པ་ཡིན། འོན་ཀྱང་ངས་ནམ་ཡང་གོ་བ་ལེན་མི་ཐུབ། ནམ་ཡང་ངས་དེ་རིང་རང་ཉིད་ལ་གནོད་པ་བཟོས་པ་ཤེས་མི་ཐུབ། ངས་སྔར་བཞིན་འདོད་ཡོད་མེད་ལ་ལྟོས། ངས་སྡུག་བསྔལ་ལ་བློ་རྩེ་གཅིག་སྒྲིམ་བྱས། བདེན་པ་ཉག་ཅིག་རེད། ཁབ་མགོ་ལ་ཁུང་བུ་ཞིག་གཤགས་ རྒྱུས་མངའ་ཆེ་བའི་ཚེར་མ་རྒན་པ། དེ་དག་ཚང་མ་གསོད་རྒྱུའི་ཚོད་ལྟ་བྱས་པ་རེད། འོན་ཀྱང་ངས་ཡོད་ཚད་དྲན་བྱུང་། ང་ཅི་ཞིག་ལ་གྱུར་པ་རེད། ངའི་ཆེས་བདེ་སྐྱིད་ལྡན་པའི་གྲོགས་པོ། ངས་ངོ་ཤེས་པའི་མི་ཚང་མ་ཁ་བྲལ་སོང་། མཇུག་མཐར། ཁྱོད་ལ་ཡོད་ཚད་ཡོད་ཆོག ངའི་ས་འདམ་བཙན་པོའི་རྒྱལ་ཁབ། ངས་ཁྱོད་ལ་རེ་ཐག་ཆད་དུ་འཇུག་སྲིད། ངས་ཁྱོད་ལ་རྨས་ཕོག་ཏུ་འཇུག་སྲིད། ངས་བྱ་དཀའ་བའི་བྱ་དགའ荆འདི་གྱོན冕རེད། གཞས་ཚིག་གི་ནང་དོན་གཙོ་བོ། ངའི་མགོ་སྐོར་གཏོང་བའི་རྐུབ་སྟེགས་སྟེང་དུ། དེ་ནི་ཐོར་ཞིག་ཏུ་གྱུར་པའི་བསམ་བློ་ཞིག་རེད། ངས་ཞིག་གསོ་བྱེད་ཐབས་མེད། དུས་ཚོད་ཀྱི་ནག་ཐིག་གི་འོག་ཏུ། བརྩེ་དུང་མེད་པར་གྱུར་པ། ཁྱེད་རང་མི་གཞན་དག་རེད། ང་ད་དུང་འདི་ན་ཡོད། ང་ཅི་ཞིག་ལ་གྱུར་པ་རེད། ངའི་ཆེས་བདེ་སྐྱིད་ལྡན་པའི་གྲོགས་པོ། ངས་ངོ་ཤེས་པའི་མི་ཚང་མ་ཁ་བྲལ་སོང་། མཇུག་མཐར། ཁྱོད་ལ་ཡོད་ཚད་ཡོད་ཆོག ངའི་ས་འདམ་བཙན་པོའི་རྒྱལ་ཁབ། ངས་ཁྱོད་ལ་རེ་ཐག་ཆད་དུ་འཇུག་སྲིད། ངས་ཁྱོད་ལ་སྟེར་ངེས་ཡིན།

ข้าพเจ้ารับคําแนะนําของท่านและมาเพื่อความพินาศ ปล่อยให้ฉันอยู่กับตัวเอง ปล่อยให้ฉันอยู่กับตัวเอง ข้าพเจ้ารับคําแนะนําของท่านและมาเพื่อความพินาศ ปล่อยให้ฉันอยู่กับตัวเอง ปล่อยให้ฉันอยู่กับตัวเอง โอ้ ฉันถูกสร้างมาให้อยู่โดยไม่มีคุณ แต่ฉันจะไม่มีวันเข้าใจ ไม่มีวันเข้าใจ โอ้ ฉันเกิดมาเพื่ออยู่โดยปราศจากคุณ แต่ฉันจะไม่มีวันเข้าใจ ไม่เคยเข้าใจฉันทําร้ายตัวเองในวันนี้ เพื่อดูว่าฉันยังรู้สึกอยู่หรือไม่ ฉันจดจ่อกับความเจ็บปวด สิ่งเดียวที่เป็นจริง เข็มฉีกรู ต่อยที่คุ้นเคย พยายามฆ่ามันให้หมด แต่ฉันจําทุกอย่างได้ ฉันกลายเป็นอะไร เพื่อนที่น่ารักที่สุดของฉัน ทุกคนที่ฉันรู้จักหายไป ในท้ายที่สุด และคุณสามารถมีได้ทั้งหมด อาณาจักรแห่งสิ่งสกปรกของฉัน ฉันจะทําให้คุณผิดหวัง ฉันจะทําให้คุณเจ็บปวด ฉันสวมมงกุฎหนามนี้ บนเก้าอี้โกหกของฉัน เต��มไปด้วยความคิดที่แตกสลาย ฉันไม่สามารถซ่อมแซมได้ ภายใต้คราบแห่งกาลเวลา ความรู้สึกหายไป คุณเป็นคนอื่น ฉันยังอยู่ที่นี่ ฉันกลายเป็นอะไร เพื่อนที่น่ารักที่สุดของฉัน ทุกคนที่ฉันรู้จักหายไป ในท้ายที่สุด และคุณสามารถมีได้ทั้งหมด อาณาจักรแห่งสิ่งสกปรกของฉัน ฉันจะทําให้คุณผิดหวัง ฉันจะทําให้คุณ

నీ సలహా తీసుకుని నాశనమై వచ్చాను. నన్ను నాకే వదిలేయండి, నన్ను నాకే వదిలేయండి నీ సలహా తీసుకుని నాశనమై వచ్చాను. నన్ను నాకే వదిలేయండి, నన్ను నాకే వదిలేయండి ఓహ్ మీరు లేకుండా నేను బతకవలసి వచ్చింది కానీ నేనెప్పుడూ అర్థం చేసుకోలేను, ఎప్పటికీ అర్థం చేసుకోలేను. ఓహ్ మీరు లేకుండా జీవించడానికి నేను పుట్టాను కానీ నేను ఎప్పటికీ అర్థం చేసుకోలేను, ఈ రోజు నన్ను నేను గాయపరుచుకున్నాను నాకు ఇంకా అనిపిస్తుందో లేదో చూడటానికి నేను నొప్పిపై దృష్టి పెడతాను ఒకే ఒక్క విషయం వాస్తవం సూది ఒక రంధ్రాన్ని కన్నీరు పెడుతుంది పాత సుపరిచిత స్టింగ్ వాటన్నింటినీ చంపే ప్రయత్నం చేయండి. కానీ నాకు అన్నీ గుర్తున్నాయి. నేను ఏమి అయ్యాను నా మధురమైన స్నేహితుడు నాకు తెలిసినవారంతా వెళ్లిపోతారు. చివరికి.. మరియు మీరు అన్నీ కలిగి ఉండవచ్చు నా మురికి సామ్రాజ్యం నేను నిన్ను నిరాశ పరుస్తాను నేను నిన్ను బాధపెడతాను నేను ఈ ముళ్ల కిరీటాన్ని ధరిస్తాను నా అబద్దాల కుర్చీ మీద విరిగిన ఆలోచనలతో నిండి ఉంది నేను రిపేర్ చేయలేను కాలపు మరకల కింద.. భావాలు మాయమవుతాయి. మీరు వేరొకరు. నేను ఇంకా ఇక్కడే ఉన్నాను. నేను ఏమి అయ్యాను నా మధురమైన స్నేహితుడు నాకు తెలిసినవారంతా వెళ్లిపోతారు. చివరికి.. మరియు మీరు అన్నీ కలిగి ఉండవచ్చు నా మురికి సామ్రాజ్యం నేను నిన్ను నిరాశ పరుస్తాను నేను నిన్ను తయారు చేస్తాను

Мин синең киңәшеңне тыңладым һәм һәлакәткә китердем Мине үземә калдыр, үземә калдыр Мин синең киңәшеңне тыңладым һәм һәлакәткә китердем Мине үземә калдыр, үземә калдыр Әй, мин синсез яшәргә яратылдым Әмма мин беркайчан да аңламаячакмын, беркайчан да аңламаячакмын Әй, мин синсез яшәр өчен тудым Ләкин мин беркайчан да аңламаячакмын, беркайчан да аңламаячакмын, бүген үземне рәнҗеттем Үземне һаман да хис итәмме икәнен белер өчен Авыртуга игътибар итәм Чынбарлыкта булган бердәнбер әйбер Энә тишекне өзә Элеккеге таныш чагылыш Барысын да юкка чыгарырга тырыш Әмма мин барысын да хәтерлим Мин нәрсәгә әйләндем Иң сөйкемле дустым Мин белгән барлык кешеләр китә Ахыр чиктә Һәм боларның барысы да була ала Минем пычрак империям Мин сине өметсез калдырырмын Мин сине рәнҗеттерәм Мин бу чәнечке таҗны киям. Ялганчы урындыкта Җимерелгән фикерләр белән тулы Төзәтә алмыйм Вакыт таплары астында Хисләр юкка чыга Син башка кеше Мин һаман да монда Мин нәрсә булдым Иң сөйкемле дустым Мин белгән барлык кешеләр китә Ахыр чиктә Һәм боларның барысы да була ала Минем пычрак империям Мин сине өметсез калдырырмын Мин сине булдырырмын

உமது ஆலோசனையை ஏற்றுக்கொண்டு நாசமாகினேன் என்னைத் தனியே விட்டுவிடு, என்னைத் தனியே விடு உமது ஆலோசனையை ஏற்றுக்கொண்டு நாசமாகினேன் என்னைத் தனியே விட்டுவிடு, என்னைத் தனியே விடு நீ இல்லாம நான் வாழ படைக்கப்பட்டேன் ஆனால் நான் ஒருபோதும் புரிந்து கொள்ளப் போவதில்லை, ஒருபோதும் புரிந்து கொள்ளப் போவதில்லை நீ இல்லாமல் வாழப் பிறந்தவன் நான் ஆனால், என்னால் ஒருபோதும் புரிந்துகொள்ளப் போவதில்லை, ஒருபோதும் புரிந்துகொள்ளப் போவதில்லை இன்று என்னை நானே காயப்படுத்திக் கொண்டேன் நான் இன்னும் உணர்கிறேனா என்று பார்க்க நான் வலியில் கவனம் செலுத்துகிறேன் நிஜம் என்று ஒரே விஷயம் ஊசி ஒரு துளையைக் கிழிக்கிறது பழையன கழிந்த கொட்டு அதையெல்லாம் கொன்று குவிக்க முயற்சி செய்யுங்கள் ஆனா எனக்கு எல்லாம் ஞாபகம் இருக்கு நான் என்ன ஆகிவிட்டேன் என் இனிய நண்பனே எனக்குத் தெரிஞ்சவங்க எல்லாரும் போயிட்டாங்க முடிவில் நீங்கள் எல்லாவற்றையும் கொண்டிருக்கலாம் என் அழுக்கு சாம்ராஜ்யம் நான் உன்னை ஏமாற்றி விடுவேன் நான் உன்னைக் காயப்படுத்துவேன் நான் இந்த முள் கிரீடத்தை அணிந்துள்ளேன் என் பொய்யன் நாற்காலியில் உடைந்த எண்ணங்கள் நிறைந்தது என்னால் சரி செய்ய முடியாது காலத்தின் கறைகளுக்கு அடியில் உணர்வுகள் மறைந்து விடும் நீ வேறு யாரோ, நான் இன்னும் இங்கேயே இருக்கிறேன் நான் என்ன ஆகிவிட்டேன் என் இனிய நண்பனே எனக்குத் தெரிஞ்சவங்க எல்லாரும் போயிட்டாங்க முடிவில் நீங்கள் எல்லாவற்றையும் கொண்டிருக்கலாம் என் அழுக்கு சாம்ராஜ்யம் நான் உன்னை ஏமாற்றி விடுவேன் நான் உன்னை உருவாக்குவேன்

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As some of you know, I have used the name MARAKALA thrice before: the initial instance being in The Instantaneous Conception of MARAKALA; then in RAKALA & the creation of humanity; and most recently in {A} Creation, which discusses MARAKALA’s “creation” and hints at her broader function in (and as) the Great Schema. I hope to further explore today both what and who MARAKALA is in greater detail, as well as to look more closely at she and RAKALA’s connection to one another. I will add that, given the nature of what I have undertaken by attempting to make sense of what I am given, there is a good chance that what I write today will need updating tomorrow. This has been the case already with what I have written about RAKALA (formerly called the Red Queen), whose enigmatic and mercurial nature makes her difficult to categorize or simplify in words. Thus, let this preface make clear that what is written below will be correct if only representative of a fraction of a fraction of the whole. In other words, I’m working with what I’ve got and who knows what else I may get moving forward that might reshape or redefine how these things are viewed. Expect updates and appreciate the process, I guess.

With that being said, let’s dive right in to take a closer (or broader) look at MARAKALA.

Understanding MARAKALA

In {A} Creation, I expanded upon what was pictured earlier in The Instantaneous Conception of MARAKALA. Therein, she is described as Thought made action, as the preserved Consciousness of MĀ. She is pictured as a severed head, she wields a blade and is the butcher of the Singularity. She is the one who divides One into many, beginning with her own “conception” and ending — at least in {A} Creation — with the creation of RAKALA from both MĀ and herself. And “conception” is an important word here, because MARAKALA is very much conceptual: she is a thought, an idea. In this sense, she is Creation itself. She is the moment MĀ recognizes a new possibility and that possibility is made real through MARAKALA. Thus, when speaking of MARAKALA as MĀ’s preserved Consciousness, it should be understood that MARAKALA is, in essence, MĀ. But the part of MĀ that is “disembodied,” or without physical substance. The conception of MARAKALA, then, might be better understood as the birth of matter whereby MARAKALA defines matter as opposite or at least inherently different from herself. And this is a recurring theme in {A} Creation, where something is defined only by that which comes after, as in the “birth” of MĀ and the naming of OMĀ. “Something isn’t really something until there is something else to compare it to.” 

But what does MARAKALA as Thought and as the Consciousness of MĀ really mean? What is she really? 

At the most fundamental level, she is Order. She is Law, she is Fate, she is Omniscience. She is, herself, the Great Schema upon which everything and every possibility relies. She is physics and quantum physics, she is spirit, she is consciousness beyond physical processes. She is so very much that it is much easier to define her by what she isn’t. And what she isn’t (at least when distinguishing her from MĀ as a Whole) is matter. Obviously any attempt at distinction between matter and energy is a fool’s errand, but for the sake of applying “ownership” over the states of matter to the Sisters, one must at least attempt distinction. And those lines separating matter from energy or states of matter from other states are anything but concrete, nor do they really need to be. They are all MĀ, interconnected but not Singular. And that’s the most important distinction to make. MARAKALA allows for the existence of matter and defines its qualities, composition, etc. but lends ownership of it and its states to the Sisters, who are about as distinct from MĀ and MARAKALA as matter is from energy. Which is to say not very or at all except in that they are and aren’t. Really clears things up, I know.

Another thing she isn’t (and again, not an easy line to draw) is action. MARAKALA is the framework, but RAKALA is the force which drives change and all that “moves'' within the framework. This is represented by MARAKALA as the Head and RAKALA as the Hands: MARAKALA is the thought that dictates Action, but RAKALA is the Action itself. Or, to give an example, we know matter can change states based on temperature. The fact that this can happen at all is MARAKALA, but when it does, it is the work of RAKALA. Thus, one might consider MARAKALA the omniscient consciousness that dictates RAKALA’s omnipotent hand. And while RAKALA is not herself truly omniscient, her relation to and mutual reliance upon MARAKALA means that she is “not far off.” This, of course, makes her delightfully fit for tricksterhood: she knows nearly all there is to know and what fate has in store both at the cosmic and individual (and even smaller and greater still) level. Her Sisters, however, are not privy to this same knowledge and thus, what animosity manifests does so almost always from this difference of knowing. As humans, this is easy to comprehend as we ourselves are ignorant beings bumbling around trying to make sense and plan accordingly for things we simply cannot understand. But then imagine for a moment that your arrogant, omnipotent, know-it-all little sister shows up and says “Sorry, whatever you’re up to isn’t going to fly, chief,” gives you a wink and then renders you effectively powerless to do anything. Valid cause for frustration, I think, but what do you do? You grumble something like, “She’s always been mom’s favorite,” then do what you can to move forward. 

MARAKALA’s omnipotence is also the cause for her “Silence,” which is another of her defining features. This concept of silence was introduced in The Instantaneous Conception of MARAKALA and further explored in {A} Creation, where it is written: 

Finally, what parts remained of MĀ — the Mysteries — MARAKALA devoured for fear that those Great Secrets might escape into the Nothing. To ensure this would never happen and that MĀ could not be reunited before such was meant to be, MARAKALA sealed up Her mouth never to Speak again. Thus, MARAKALA is the Keeper of the Mysteries and the one who ensures that their powers are kept in check by wielding them with Consciousness.

 And in The Instantaneous Conception [...]: 

Her presentation without a mouth symbolizes her Silence, Her incomprehensible vastness precluding Speech or human understanding. As such, RAKALA — “eldest” and “youngest” of the Four Sisters as she is and is born of MARAKALA — acts as Her intercessor: the Face of the Faceless, the Mouth of the Silent.

These passages both explore the relationship between MARAKALA and RAKALA wherein MARAKALA exists as vast and unknowable and RAKALA acts as her intercessor and “Mouth.” This, of course, is symbolic of what has already been discussed: MARAKALA is framework while RAKALA is action. But there is more to her Silence than this.  

Existing as the Great Schema, MARAKALA’s Silence is a necessary one. It is crucial to the “success” of creation that its “subjects” remain ignorant to Fate, otherwise the function of separation and distinction (i.e. creation itself) would be moot. Which, of course, brings us to the function of creation itself. 

Creation is best thought of like a grand experiment. It is a game MĀ plays with herself and MARAKALA exists as its rules, the board, the story, or however you would prefer to define it. RAKALA, thusly, is the game’s master or officiant: the one who ensures that things move forward in accordance with the rule book. The rules are written, the board is set up, but without players and a moderator to guarantee things move as planned, the game goes nowhere and nothing is gained for their is no structure or action to make the rules reality. And certainly some of you are thinking: if MARAKALA (as the consciousness of MĀ) is omniscient (and omnipotent) and thus already knows exactly what will happen, then what function does the game serve? I could speculate, but I won’t. That’s an answer that I do not and cannot know. But I will say that there exist infinite “places” possessing different rules where infinite eventualities can be explored. Maybe there’s something to it, maybe there isn’t. Can’t say for certain, but it’s above my pay grade and does not affect me in any way. I was not there at the beginning and will not be there at the end. Humans are the product of what rules govern this existence and others, but I would not be so self-aggrandizing as to assume that we are some great subject which entire universes were formed to wrought. That being said, life and consciousness are something relatively unique and interesting subjects. At least as far as we can tell, which isn’t saying much.

If you refer back to what is written in RAKALA & the creation of humanity, you will find I assigned some importance to humanity. After all, we are the product of RAKALA and her tricksterism. But you will also find that what function we serve in the great scheme of things is a question left unanswered. We create religions to place and understand ourselves in a world and universe that is big, unknowable... often terrifyingly so. We are a species which seeks answers and delights in categorization. Hell, you’ll see that this exercise in itself is one meant to categorize what cannot be categorized: to give dominion to things whose separation we, ourselves create. But you read above how difficult it was to segment even the limited existence of which we are aware, and even more so to personify these forces. Was I effective? Likely not, but it doesn’t really matter. As I said, this is an exercise: one to apply meaning to what can often seem meaningless. And maybe it is. But I choose to find and apply meaning because it’s such a delightfully human thing to do. And whether humans are of any import in the greater scheme of things doesn’t really matter, because we are here and we do what we do. And what we do is powerful, interesting, and more recently quite horrific. Strange, isn’t it, that in 200,000 years of existence that we humans typically only remember the last 15 thousand? To put that in perspective, writing has existed for only 0.2% of all modern, human existence. Agriculture? ~5%. Electricity? 0.007%. We so frequently define humanity by our “progress,” but rarely by what things have truly made up the bulk of human existence: living in nature, cooperatively with one another. And undoubtedly creating countless cosmologies lost to time. But I digress... 

MARAKALA and RAKALA make up two halves a whole: Thought vs. Action; potential vs. kinetic; not at odds, but working in tandem to create existence as it is fated to be. Neither is far from humanity, though one remains decidedly unknowable if at least in her entirety. But we are constant witnesses to her Law and can gain knowledge and insight through partnering with her intercessor, RAKALA. What wisdom and meaning one takes, of course, is up to them. 

[fuckyeahmoths]

Hi there! Since this is a blog about moths, I figured this would be the best place to ask. I found a caterpillar about an hour ago and I have no idea what species it is. Since I don't think I can post URLs, I've got pictures of it on the front page of my blog. If you or someone you know could help me out with this, I'd really appreciate it! Thanks!!

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So, it is:

All is MĀ — who bore first

MARAKALA, who is Order.

And who bore last — RAKALA,

Who moves All in accordance

With Fate and Vision.

Born between them, Three Sisters.

Born of them, VAĪ — King of Illusion and

The Illusion itself, bent by Red Hands

Into All that can be Known.

So, it is:

You are of MĀ by decree of MARAKALA, Created and maintained by RAKALA Who bends VAĪ into flesh, into Reality. Thus, take heed: Though all you See is Illusory, The value in Being is incalculable. Every delight, every misery. Every life, counted in centuries or moments, Expands what it means to be Divine.

[redhandopen]

VAĪ: a Mantra

All is All, All is One – All is Red [without/beyond] Illusion. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

VAĪ: a Parable

In an Imagined Place, RAKALA went walking. She had been instructed by MARAKALA – Ever-Silent, but not without means to Guide – to survey, to explore, and to uncover what beauties can only be dreamed. This is what one does in an Imagined Place, after all. A Place where there is much to see, to do, to investigate. And this Imagined Place was one of exceptional beauty and mystery. The earth beneath her was soft, lush; the air was warm and perfumed; the trees were of a colossal stature but bore not hubris to obfuscate the light; dream-beasts darted and flurried this way, that, singing, groaning, yowling. And the colors! Colors raining from the canopy with such brilliance that RAKALA soon found herself stumbling in chromatic intoxication. Her eyes began to spin, her knees weakened and knocked, her mouth watered until it was dry.

Her tongue turned to sand and her spit soured. She reached out a hand for a trunk to steady herself, but found that it was without form. Her body passed through it on its way to the ground. Drunk and angry, she began to swear.

“What tricks are these?” she yelled, still on her back. The world was spinning one way and her inside spun the other, “All beauty, no substance!”

She swore again and batted at the illusory trees, beasts, stones, each time passing right through. In her swinging rage, she stumbled about, growing drier and drier, drunker and drunker on color. She smacked at nothing, fell, rolled, and cursed until she came upon a gurgling spring.

“So dry…” she licked the inside of her mouth, but her tongue stuck. The Red Hand leaned unsteady over the water which had not the quality of water or glass even, but the silver backing of a mirror. She watched her mirrored-self wobbling in the waves – no, not waves! The water was perfectly still, it was she who was moving. She groaned, dipping her hand under the mirror-surface to bring relief to her lips. Nothing. Still dry, still drunk, still only mirage. She cursed again.

“Then I will die here!” it was more a challenge than a play in self-pity, “Still all beauty, still no substance. Hah!”

“Wrong,” announced a thundering voice. It was so low it shook the earth underfoot, but so quick RAKALA was sure she’d only imagined it. She plunged her head into the water and screamed.

A man appeared from nothing, naked and unbothered by the display before him. He planted his rear on an illusory stone, “Pull yourself together.”

She couldn’t hear him over her screaming or swearing.

He repeated himself, but this time with more feeling: just as before, the earth shook and RAKALA watched as the waves finally began to ripple. She plucked her head from beneath the water and stared at him, sucking her teeth, “And who are you, then?”

“I am VAĪ,” he announced. His tone was casual, but his skin gleamed with blinding light and his hair shone every color, “God of this Imagined Place.”

RAKALA narrowed her eyes at him, clucking, “Then, you yourself are no more than Illusion and as useless to me as water I cannot drink.”

The King of Illusion laughed so hard and so deep she thought the entirety of the Imagined World would crumble. He tucked his feet under him and held out his hand: the mirrored water moved like mercury up from its bowl, first washing over her feet, then up her legs. It was disorienting to see without feeling, but soon she did feel it. Cold, fresh. When she reached to drink, though, she again passed right through.

“More tricks,” she spat. RAKALA kicked the water, but it did not move, “Another trick of your light.”

“All is Illusion to you, then?” It was a question, but sounded more to her like an accusation. He shrugged, then reclined on the stone. He did look like a King, she thought: useless, arrogant, exploitative. He spoke again, “You felt it, didn’t you? The cold water. Then how is it only illusion? This world is of itself, you are the outlier. You saw no beast pass through beast on your way to this place, did you? No tree pass through tree? It seems only you who fails to grasp at the nature of things here, you who are not from here.”

Her head was swimming and though the concept might be easily grasped with a sober mind, it was the one thing she lacked at present, “I did not feel the water, I only thought I did.”

“Then you felt the water,” he smiled, “Feeling is only thinking. And to drink, you need only drink with unflinching belief in the water.”

She looked at him, then to the water, then to him again. His radiance was hard to look upon directly, something she found suspicious. The King of Illusions does not come as he is, she was sure, but as he would wish himself to be, “So, I drink, then what? Fall dead? Or worse, become one with this world lacking in substance?”

“Hah!” the earth shook, “’Then what?’ Then your thirst is quenched. That is all.”

She might have beeen drunk, but she wasn’t entirely without her wits. Nonetheless and against her better judgement, she pulled her cupped hand through the water again. For lack of another option, she did as he instructed and believed: cold, fresh, spilling over. She brought the water to her lips and drank. Again, then again. Quenching her thirst, wetting her tongue, clearing her dizzy mind. With clarity, however, she found the task more and more difficult. The water became illusory again and her hand passed through. She tried to grasp at a tree, at stones, at leaves but they were empty air.

“Few things can make us believe with as much surety as desperation,” he remarked from his stone seat. His voice sounded further now and his skin shone only with muted light, “You were right before. And wrong, but right, too. All of this, myself included, is Illusion. But we are of the same Illusion. As you are of yours. Or at least you in your right mind. To you, I am Illusion in my World of Illusion: you are Real in your World of Reality. But to me, you are the waking dream. And a dream made real, if only for a moment.”

“For a moment, I thought I would have to strike you to stop your preaching,” RAKALA’s face was sour then broke with a smile. She approached the glowing man who now barely glowed at all. She inspected him as MARAKALA had instructed her to inspect all things belonging to this Imagined Place and discerned that he bore all the appropriate resemblances: chromatic, intoxicating, surreal. As she drew uncomfortably close, he pulled his head back.

“What are you doing there, Dream-Woman?” his face scrunched, and he put up his arms to guard against her eyeing, “Back, back!”

“I’m only looking,” the Red Hand squinted. Her fingers poised to pass through him, she demanded, “What is all this made of then? Your world. You.”

He scoffed and swatted, “What a thing to ask a perfect stranger! And what business is it of yours?”

Hmmm, she hummed. Her fingers splayed and she felt smooth skin hot like a coal under them. His skin. Real. Or Illusion. Or Dream. It was all One now.

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{A} Creation — Examining Myth

As mentioned earlier, much of what will be posted here — especially in the beginning — will be borrowed from a treatise I was working on before the creation of this blog. What follows is an example of such excerpt written some time ago and which any additions or clarifications are made will be made in the same style as this foreword.

To position this analysis, it follows {A} Creation as presented in {A} Creation — Revisited, comprising its own "chapter" or section. The introduction reminds the reader that Truth is not what is being conveyed, but rather truth as medium for understanding and situating these figures in "their Universe." Remember, the relation of these Forces is the focus, not the act itself. This story is not meant to be a Genesis or a Big Bang, it is a creation, not the Creation.

In the Time-Before-Time, there was Nothing: no light, no warmth, no substance, no energy, no order, no chaos.

And then there was.

From Nothing — quite spectacularly and without explanation — borne was Everything... but not as we know it now. All was One — each State, each thought, each possibility — and her name was MĀ.

In coming to Be, MĀ had distinguished herself from the Nothing that surrounded her and thus defined herself in relation to it. To the Nothing, She gave the name: OMĀ, the First Mother, who is only in that she is not.

Here, we are introduced to two Forces — or rather, one Force as it relates to its negative/complement. This is the “birth” or conception of MĀ from Nothing, or OMĀ. Existence born from non-existence both “spectacularly” (or perhaps “miraculously”) and “without explanation.” This is the introduction to a binary that later in this work will become more complex: the relation between Existence and Non-Existence. What can be said here is that from one is born the other and the limit separating each is not as defined as what might be expected.

A mention was made in "Some exposition" of Daoism. While not a direct correspondence, one could conceive of the distinction of MĀ from OMĀ as yang from yin. Of course, according to Laotzi, the Dao comes to us as and from darkness, not light. Here, the second stanza suggests that MĀ might be thought of as light in response to no-light, but such I think is too literal an interpretation. It is not a matter of MĀ being conceived of as light or as dark, only that her "birth" distinguished one from the other. OMĀ, then, could be said to represent a state with no distinction. Where all things co-exist and equally co-nonexist at once, a truly equal but null state.

A further qualifier present in stanza three states that the initial phase of Existence is/was different from the Existence we know now: a Being defined by separation, distinction, where things exist in regards to and in combination with other things. In this “time,” the singular distinction was between existence and non-existence: the former possessing all that “was, is or could-ever-be.” Every possibility. Every eventuality. All was One, All is One: a concept that will be discussed later in this analysis.

This was how Existence came to be. And for an undetermined amount of “time,” MĀ stayed in the company of OMĀ, speaking without being heard, being without being seen. This sort of being did not bother MĀ, however, for she contained within her every eventuality. When one is Whole, there cannot exist loneliness and so she was content with existing as she did for she did not yet know differentiation.

This, however, would not last.

Though she contained all that was, is, and could-ever-be, MĀ had not yet considered applying this Wisdom. Existence up until then was Blissful, Tranquil, All-Potential. It was enough simply to Be — Unconsciously. But eventually, what was “enough” was no longer. MĀ had a Thought/Dream and that Thought/Dream was action instantaneous. With the swing of Her blade, MARAKALA beheaded MĀ to bear Herself.

Several concepts are introduced here: the notions of Perception, Wholeness, Wisdom, and, most importantly, Consciousness vs. Unconsciousness.

Perception — or the lack thereof — is applied to OMĀ as MĀ is “speaking without being heard, being without being seen.” This, too, defines the Time-Before-Time as a state where Perception cannot exist and whereby MĀ has not yet developed the concept of Self outside of her relation to OMĀ. MĀ exists, but she is an existence without Consciousness, an existence that cannot be Perceived as Perception is reliant upon differentiation: differentiation of Self from Other; sense from sense; distinctions which exist within MĀ, but are not yet understood to her. This state is described as being one of “bliss,” “tranquility,” “all-potential” — it is a state of Ignorance (v. Wisdom), yes, but brimming with potential. It is the Unconscious state which will only be defined by that which comes after it: the violent birth of Consciousness, MARAKALA.

And so begins the process of differentiation. At this stage we begin to see new concepts introduced which come to define themselves in relation to their “opposites:” consciousness vs. unconsciousness; ignorance vs. wisdom; self vs. other; peace vs. violence.

Though I used "'opposites'" here, a better word might be "complements."

MĀ suffers a Thought/Dream and this period — defined by “bliss” and by ignorance — ends with violent dismemberment: Consciousness distinguishes itself and so distinguishes everything from everything. MARAKALA is born instantaneously: she is the Thought/Dream, she is the Head of MĀ severed from its body; she is the All-Potential now aware, now discerning and now possessing the tools by which to transform the potential into the kinetic. She is MĀ when MĀ becomes aware of herself, aware of every eventuality expanding infinitely inward and — soon — outward from the Source, her body.

In birthing herself from the Head of MĀ, Consciousness was born, was preserved, and MARAKALA Knew what she was meant to do. She took up her blade again, hacking at the headless MĀ: she cut Her just under the ribs, then just below the knee.

These three pieces took new shape: from MĀ’s feet formed was AAXASA, who is and rules over all which is Solid; from MĀ’s midsection formed was LUDIŽA, who is and rules over all which is Liquid; and from MĀ’s arms and chest formed was HEHENA, who is and rules over all which is Gaseous.

This was what had been ordained.

In this section, we are introduced to three new Forces: AAXASA, LUDIŽA and HEHENA — hereafter referred to collectively as the Three Sisters. The states of matter are divided between them, representing their “physical” dominions. These ownerships — along with the sections of MĀ’s body which produces them — are the first correspondences for the Three Sisters we have available: AAXASA is composed of MĀ’s feet and given ownership of that which is solid; LUDIŽA is made of MĀ’s midsection and given dominion over the liquid state of matter; and, finally, the HEHENA is portioned from MĀ’s arms and chest, ruling over the gaseous state. Though not said explicitly, these “ownerships” are a testament to each Sister’s character. Following in “birth” order and as they approach the realm of humanity, they take on further characteristics:

AAXASA is stubborn, unyielding, firmly planted; she is the eldest (after MARAKALA) and is quick to take leadership over her Sisters.

LUDIŽA is second-eldest, though is not one to commandeer as might her elder Sister; akin to the state over which she is assigned ownership, LUDIŽA is fluid, malleable, but typically of a reserved humor. She is comprised of MĀ’s midsection and deals in — where humanity is concerned — emotionality and appetites of varying sorts.

HEHENA is the second-youngest and the most “liberated” of the Three Sisters; she is unbound, the most easy-going and so, too, the most flighty; she can be difficult to pin down and bucks imposition.

Those familiar with the classical elements and their characterizations will surely recognize a congruence here whereby the Three Sisters represent Earth, Water and Air respectively. These interpretations can be useful in grappling for a fundamental understanding of their character, but should be considered neither wholly representative nor perfectly analogous. In fact, even their ownership of their respective states only hints at their character and does not and could not capture the vastness and contradictions that exist within each Sister, much less between each.

[A reminder: these Forces, though referred to by name, in the singular and in the feminine, exist far beyond comprehension. They exist beyond elements, beyond states, beyond character and correspondence. These are things that must be applied to them for our collective understanding. These are things we will explore in greater detail later in this work, but it bears repeating here at their introduction.]

A final concern for this passage is the ultimate line: “This was what had been ordained.” We are witness to MARAKALA’s dismemberment of the body-MĀ. She is shown hacking, severing, creating Many from the One, which we will see repeated later. At this juncture, the Sisters are the most Whole, divided only into three (and four, if counting MARAKALA). But this final line tells of a plan, a Fate or Destiny for All that has been created. There is Reason, even if we — reader and writer alike — are not privy to it. There is method to madness, order to chaos, creation from destruction: all made real by MARAKALA’s mind and blade.

But MARAKALA was not finished. It was with MĀ’s hands that MARAKALA had dismembered Her, and, as such, they belonged to MĀ and MARAKALA in equal measure. MARAKALA used the blade first to sever the left hand and borne was RAKALA, who is and rules over Change and Transformation. Understanding Her Purpose right away, RAKALA stole the blade from MARAKALA’s right hand and severed it at the wrist. This hand, too, RAKALA claimed for Herself.

Finally, what parts remained of MĀ — her shed Blood, the Mysteries — MARAKALA devoured for fear that those Great Secrets might escape into the Nothing. To ensure this would never happen and that MĀ could not be Reunited ahead of the Thought/Dream’s conclusion, MARAKALA sealed up Her mouth never to Speak again. Thus, MARAKALA is the Keeper of the Mysteries and the one who ensures that their powers are kept in check by wielding them with Omniscience.

There is much to unpack in this passage, as both stanzas explore the multi-faceted nature and unknowable knowledge possessed by MARAKALA:

Firstly, born is the “first” and final Sister: RAKALA, given dominion over “change and transformation.” She is the Hands of MĀ which MARAKALA uses to “birth” the Three Sisters and all differentiation following her own. RAKALA is born equally of MĀ and MARAKALA, for her “true” birth was at the conception of Consciousness when MARAKALA took ownership of MĀ’s hands. She was only made distinct, however, when MARAKALA severed the Left Hand which then took for itself the Right. Her birth is testament to her nature as disciple of Consciousness, the Intercessor. She and MARAKALA are inextricably linked, whereby MARAKALA is the All-Potential and RAKALA the All-Kinetic. RAKALA is the Hand and MARAKALA its phantom-mover. It is due to RAKALA’s connection to MARAKALA that she is often "despised" by her Sisters and which informs her nature as Trickster — a topic that will, of course, be discussed in greater detail later.

In the second stanza, we are introduced to the Mysteries — or those things which defy categorization at the time of Creation. They are represented as MĀ’s “blood” and devoured by MARAKALA so as to prevent the disparate elements now-created from reuniting and returning Existence to Oneness. This implies — and it is shown later in the myth — that despite their forced separation, the pieces of MĀ by their very nature long to return to Oneness, to be Whole. If allowed to do so, though, the Thought/Dream would not reach its “conclusion.” The nature of that conclusion is unknown and unknowable, but as already established, there exists Reason for separation: even if that separation is more imagined than real.

Given their respective functions, MARAKALA and RAKALA exist omnipresently: the former being the Laws which govern existence and the latter the one who executes those same Laws. Even the smallest particles could not move without RAKALA’s intercession; without her all is Static; she is energy and all is energy. She and MARAKALA underlie all of existence and are thusly blind to the Illusion of separation, if even it is their role to maintain it.

Lastly, MARAKALA is assigned (or assigns herself) the “Keeper of the Mysteries.” The first mention is made regarding her Omniscience, but such follows directly the act of MARAKALA sealing her mouth so as never to “Speak again.” This is another testament to MARAKALA’s nature: she is the God-Conscious, “Keeper of the Mysteries,” who presides over and comprises the laws which govern the Thought/Dream/Illusion — and she is Silent. Again, this frames RAKALA’s function as Intercessor. Though not omniscient like MARAKALA, RAKALA is most closely aligned (and even entangled) with MARAKALA. While none might commune (directly) with MARAKALA, by nature of her station, RAKALA is closest of all forces to Omniscience due to her proximity to and interconnectedness with MARAKALA. As stated earlier, “RAKALA is the hand and MARAKALA its phantom-mover.” But the hand is a curious thing, is it not? In working, it is never long before the Hand learns to move without Conscious-instruction, to complete what-is-to-be-completed without Thought.

The Three Sisters, newly born yet fully formed, were filled with anguish and terror: they had never been apart and the space between them felt untenable. Each reached out a Hand for Her Sister, but when they touched, MARAKALA spoke through RAKALA and the cacophonous force shook their every fiber. Each was broken into innumerable pieces, all of which were sent careening into the arms of OMĀ.

In the Nothing, those pieces clung to one another, taking on new, collective shapes. In time, the Sisters forgot they had been thrown apart, for they found elements of one another and began to feel Whole again. But neither MARAKALA or RAKALA felt detached like the others, for they are One and they exist in the interstices of All.

And concerning the Sisters, their pieces made so many beautiful and terrible things.

Again, the desire of disparate Forces to return to Oneness is on display: the Three Sisters reach for one another and are met with violence. Each of them is shattered and sent “careening into the arms of OMĀ” by MARAKALA who “spoke through RAKALA.” This touches again on the dynamic entanglement of RAKALA and MARAKALA, but such has been suitably explored already in this introduction.

What is more interesting here is the violence with which the Sisters are dispatched. Conscious-creation (as opposed to the Unconscious-creation of MĀ from the Nothing) is framed as a destructive force. MARAKALA’s inception was the Thought/Dream and instantaneous action of beheading MĀ/herself, followed by the swift dismemberment of what remained. Thus far, Creation has meant division, but this begins to change in the second stanza:

The Sisters — “shattered into innumerable pieces” — are at last given the opportunity to reunite. They cling to one another, group, create new things all in accordance with the Laws of MARAKALA and by the Hand of RAKALA. This is a more familiar type of Creation: one which is additive and where things we might begin to recognize can and do take shape. The Sister-pieces join to create “many beautiful and terrible things” and so the Universe-of-Substance is born.

It is of them We are made. And the Earth, the Sun, the Moon: They are All things and MARAKALA unites them as Head of MĀ. This is how Everything came to be not as a singular One, but One divided — interconnected by Dream, by Thought, by Fate, but such is a reality often forgotten by those and that so far removed from Creation.

The final stanza builds upon what was established in the earlier selection:

By way of joining pieces, the Three Sisters, RAKALA and the Mysteries (though such is not expressed directly) compose our Universe-of-Substance: atoms, elements, etc. All is MĀ: divided, yet ever-interconnected: a concept which will be explored later in this work upon a closer examination of the figures/Forces introduced here. Even still, I am sure it will fail to capture the complexity and mystery of this concept. I cannot provide all the answers because I have not been given them, I have not been shown them: such is why I am writing this, to pique the interest of fellow-seekers who might explore further or in ways I neither could nor would.

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A Song to MARAKALA

MARAKALA weaves the web — MARAKALA weaves the web — She speaks word unto Story And spins the thread to make a man Only to unravel him. MARAKALA weaves the web — MARAKALA weaves the web At one end but lets the other fray, Take it back up, MARAKALA. Take it back up. She Who Walks In A Circle. Take it back up. Take it back up. MARAKALA weaves the web — We are not just in it, we make it up. Fabric on fabric: Take it back up, MARAKALA. Take it back up. Red Hand under, Red Hand over. MARAKALA weaves the web — And She remembers every thread: Each is a Story on a Story. Illusion with substance. Take it back up, MARAKALA. Take it back up. Red Hand under, Red Hand over: She Who Walks In A Circle. Over, under, over, under. Round and round and round and round — MARAKALA weaves the web With nimble fingers and unknown plans.

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{A} Creation 

In the time before time, there was Nothing: no light, no warmth, no substance, no energy, no order, no chaos. 

And then there was. 

From Nothing borne was Everything... but not as we know it now. All was One — each State, each thought, each possibility — and her name was MĀ. 

In coming to Be, MĀ had distinguished herself from the Nothing that surrounded her and thus defined herself in relation to it. To the Nothing, She gave the name: OMĀ, the First Mother, who is only in that she is not.

And for a very long time, MĀ stayed in the company of OMĀ, speaking without being heard, being without being seen. This sort of being did not bother MĀ, for she was Whole. When one is Whole, there cannot exist loneliness and so she was content with existing for the sake of existence.

But after that long, long time all alone, MĀ wondered what it would be like to be something other than what She was. And so she had a Thought and that Thought was action unto itself. With the swing of Her blade, MARAKALA beheaded MĀ to bear Herself.

Thus, through her birth, Consciousness was preserved and MARAKALA Knew what she was meant to do. She took up her blade again, hacking at the headless MĀ: she cut Her just under the ribs, then just below the knee.

These three pieces took new shape: from MĀ’s feet formed was [Earth Mother], who is and rules over all which is Solid; from MĀ’s midsection formed was [Lady of the Depths], who is and rules over all which is Liquid; and from MĀ’s arms and chest formed was [Queen of Heaven], who is and rules over all which is Gaseous.

This was what had been ordained. 

But MARAKALA was not finished. It was with MĀ’s hands that MARAKALA had dismembered Her, and, as such, they belonged to MĀ and MARAKALA in equal measure. MARAKALA used the blade first to sever the left hand and borne was RAKALA, who is and rules over Change and Transformation. Understanding Her Purpose right away, RAKALA stole the blade from MARAKALA’s right hand and severed it at the wrist. This hand, too, RAKALA claimed for Herself.

Finally, what parts remained of MĀ — the Mysteries — MARAKALA devoured for fear that those Great Secrets might escape into the Nothing. To ensure this would never happen and that MĀ could not be reunited before such was meant to be, MARAKALA sealed up Her mouth never to Speak again. Thus, MARAKALA is the Keeper of the Mysteries and the one who ensures that their powers are kept in check by wielding them with Consciousness. 

But the Three Sisters, newly born yet fully formed, were filled with anguish and terror: they had never been apart and the space between them felt untenable. Each reached out a Hand for Her Sister, but when they touched, MARAKALA spoke through RAKALA and the cacophonous sound shook their every fiber. Each was broken into innumerable pieces, all of which were sent careening into the arms of OMĀ. 

In the Nothing, those pieces clung to one another, taking on new, collective shapes. In time, the Sisters forgot they had been thrown apart, for they found elements of one another and began to feel Whole, even if it was only because they had forgotten what Whole truly meant. 

More and more time passed and the Sisters found themselves and one another all throughout the Nothing. When they did, they joined together. They clung to one another, binding, breaking, reshaping themselves in accordance with what new pieces were made available.

And their pieces made so many beautiful and terrible things.

It is of them We are made. And the Earth, the Sun, the Moon: They are All things and MARAKALA unites them as Head of MĀ. This is how Everything came to be not as One, but One divided, longing to be made Whole.

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RAKALA & the creation of humanity: an abridged version

In the aeons before humanity, the world was creation and destruction. The Sisters tried their hand at many things—being Witches in their own right—conjuring MARAKALA for the power to shape and to build and to cut and to transfigure. Great beasts were shaped, changed in accordance with his enemy, to survive, to recreate, to outsmart, out run, out swim, out fly. This was what the Sisters had made of their collective creation — life. And they sought to explore whatever nuance they so desired. They even made it into a sort of game: each would imbue their chosen beasts with the power to escape or to devour their enemies, but not without limitation. Before the Sisters gathered, before they conjured MARAKALA collectively to unite their dominions and thus create what we call life, those things that live, they made a pact. Not out of selfishness, no, but to maintain balances. They agreed never to give unto any of their creations the power to shape as they shaped. And by this, they meant that no creation should possess power enough to shape the entirety of the world, for even they could not do so without cooperation with one another and the blessing of MARAKALA. This was the pact they made and this was the pact that RAKALA broke when she created humankind.

In the last age before the advent of humanity, RAKALA lived amongst her charges. Each of the Sisters distinguished her creatures by endowing them certain traits and RAKALA was no different. To many of her charges, she gave the Hand: her most favorite symbol, for the number five is sacred to her and so too the art of manipulation. But no beast was so favored by its Mother as the Monkey was RAKALA. Thus she spent much of her time tending to them.

She lived in the trees with them, walked the earth with them, consumed food with them. And during this period when RAKALA walked with beast, each of her Sisters was plagued by nightmares and visions. Since their inception at the time of Creation, RAKALA and [The Earth Mother] had been at odds. There was no hatred between them nor rivalry, but as is true of all siblings, there existed differences of character. [the Earth Mother], by virtue of her design, is slow to change: she is averse to it, stubborn, reserved. And in this, RAKALA is her opposite: volatile, capricious, fluid. As such, and as no stranger to visions, [the Earth Mother] was the first to decipher their shared nightmares. She called upon her Sisters with the exception of RAKALA and spoke loudly about what RAKALA’s foolishness would reap should she continue to favor her most beloved Monkey above all other of her charges. If RAKALA persisted, she would break their pact as it had been spoken in the time before the creation of life. And so each Sister went to RAKALA to voice a warning: stop this or we will be forced to stop you.

But RAKALA is the eldest and the youngest, she is foolhardy and she is defiant. More than this, though, RAKALA had herself deciphered their collective visions and had seen further than her Sisters. She knew the pact would be broken, but what would come after would be worth her betrayal. Of this she was sure, as RAKALA was born of MARAKALA herself and inextricably linked. And so RAKALA persisted, shaping Ape from Monkey, who grew larger, grew wiser. But this transgression would not go unnoticed by her Sisters and each sent after Monkey and Ape their own beasts. Some would come by day, others by night, to kill RAKALA’s most beloved creations. Each Sister sent one after the other, shaping them over time to be more deadly, more efficient.

But her Sisters, wise as they thought themselves, could not outdo RAKALA. For each enemy sent, RAKALA sculpted, shaped. She gave her charges cunning, she gave them cooperation, she gave them tools that her Sisters would never think to give and could never, for to do so would be to violate the pact they so desperately sought to uphold. Always RAKALA was one step ahead, pushing further, until it became evident to her Sisters that despite their efforts, it was too late. And so RAKALA continued to live amongst her most beloved and shared with them her power. Knowing what you know of RAKALA, you might think: yes, she gave her charges fire and so born was humanity. But this was not her gift, for fire alone does not change Ape to Man. No, RAKALA’s true gift was the gift of a trickster: the art to outdo, outsmart. For only with knowledge and collective knowledge, could humanity mirror their creator’s power.

Upon realizing that RAKALA had bested her and their Sisters, had defied their most sacred pact, [the Earth Mother] became enraged. She went to the grasslands and the jungles to find RAKALA amidst her people. She pursued her, changing into any manner of beasts and tree to apprehend her, to hold her accountable for her transgressions. She called on her Sisters, too, [the Lady of the Depths] and [the Queen of Heaven], but none could outwit RAKALA. It had always been that RAKALA’s Sisters had thought her a fool, for they could see ahead, but never so far as she. And when one sees what others cannot, they do things in ways that defy comprehension. That is the way of RAKALA and that is the way humanity came to be and continues to be.

At every step, her Sisters might try to undo what is done, but RAKALA cannot be bested. This is the way. And RAKALA insulates humanity so that they might do what it is she knows they will do, must do, if even we do not know what it is, nor her most wise of Sisters. In the ages since, her Sisters have tried and they have failed to undo what has been done. Even if they come to humanity to speak, to aid, to teach, they do so through RAKALA, born of MARAKALA. They are now resigned to the existence of humanity and if even they wish us gone, they know RAKALA will not allow it. Thus, they bring lessons to guide that we might shape in accordance with their laws, not against them.

And it can be said that some listen better than others, as it has been since the first ages.

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The Instantaneous Conception of MARAKALA

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Some exposition: Depicted is the instant of MARAKALA’s conception, represented by the severed head atop the body of the Singularity. This denotes her instantaneous conception in and of mind, existing as the embodiment of Change. She is Energy, self-severed from the Singularity and the one who dismembered Her remaining “flesh,” effectively birthing the Four Sisters who rule the States of Existence. Her presentation without a mouth symbolizes her Silence, Her incomprehensible vastness precluding Speech or human understanding. As such, RAKALA — “eldest” and “youngest” of the Four Sisters as she is and is born of MARAKALA — acts as Her intercessor: the Face of the Faceless, the Mouth of the Silent.

The Instantaneous Conception of MARAKALA