Friday, April 15, 2011

The Book of Genesis - Revisited and Rewritten


Silence is what I have for others...
Inner monologues...words...only for myself...

I am a tongue of many words...and yet, strangely enough...right now...I am fearing words...

Gripped by a sudden fear of, quite unconsciously, and yet quite shamefully, subverting the Unspeakable and yet, the unforgettable Experience, destroying its essence through inadequate Expressions...

fearing, Words, if used as a vehicle, may, and will surely, transport the Glorious to the mundane...


and so, Silence I choose...

Pregnant, throbbing Silence...
A paradoxical Silence...filled with a thousand words the memory refuses to let go of...insists on basking in...


Those words keep echoing in the dappled labyrinth of my memory...my consciousness...


How did they happen...? How were they brought forth with such unprecedented Spontaneity...?

the Awe and Reverence of the Spontaneous Glory...I refuse to describe it in words...to others...even to myself perhaps...
for what can befit It, be adequate enough to define It...? Nothing...Not one or a thousand brilliant words...


So I let them Silently resound within...just within...myself...


"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." - John1:1
...also...
"And God (the Word) SAID, 'Let there be light, and there was light." - Genesis 1:3
I have read that in the Bible a thousand times...the Glorious Creation brought forth by the Word speaking forth the Words of creation...


Suddenly, like never before, these two passages stand out crystal clear before my awe-struck eyes...!

If the Word could create this Glorious Universe by uttering His words, why am I so surprised to find that another, though much smaller, glorious creation was brought forth by some other equally potent and living words...?

only this time they were uttered by two mere mortals...perhaps making their Maker proud in proving that Man was indeed made in God's own image...capable of the same awe-inspiring creative words once uttered by Him...now uttered by two of his mortal images...for His words testify and we proved it to be true - "So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them." - Genesis 1:27


a thousand utterances...a hundred thousand unuttered truths...keep ringing on like the church bell...within...


this night is Silent...that night was Holy...

because as I muse, strong reflections of the Creative Glory of that nightful of words keep blinding me...in awe...in reverence...in the pure bliss...of that Unexpected...that Unplanned...that Spontaneous Happening...


Words such as..."I know you because ... .... .................." echo and another passage of the Holy book jumps out of its pages...
"And Adam 'knew' Eve...and she conceived...and bare Cain." Genesis 4:1
and to my awe I realize there was a 'knowing' that night too... only this time, one small difference...
"And Serpent 'knew' Eve...and she conceived... and....." GenesisB, 4:1
and as I realize this awe-inspiring fact, I feel like running back to the Serpent and asking him in delight, "Do you realize, you just 'knew' me?"

That previous 'knowing' of the flesh had given birth to Cain... this 'knowing' of the souls gave birth to...perhaps... another Garden of Eden...


the Serpent...the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil...and Eve's fornication with the Serpent...
(and now I have probably exposed myself to the risk of being crucified by the Vatican, for having mentioned this un-catholic doctrine of the First Fornication and the Serpent Seed, which is much hidden from the world, clandestinely removed from the Canonized Bible, and much controversial...but as original and authentic a doctrine as the Original Sin itself...)

and so...yes...they were all there...in the new formed Garden of Eden...repeating history...
...only...this time God could not utter His words of curse and drive either the Serpent or Eve, out of the new Garden of Eden...perhaps because...in this new Garden, this time...the fornication was Holy... for every process of Creation is Holy...done in the image of God...and hence, may be, it delighted even the Creator this time...

and He silently smiled from heaven above...but even He uttered nothing...for even He knew that, futile, meager, limiting, words if narrated to Moses...in this case..would taint the Glory of this Experience...


Words can create...Word created the Universe...Words can build...words together built the Tower of Babylon...Words can heal...words of the Nazarene healed the lepers and the blind and the bent...

But...also...Words can destroy..."I will ascend to heaven," were the words that destroyed Lucifer...
Words can reduce...words can subvert...words can make the Holy, unholy...words can cause a sacrilege of the 'Holy of the Holies', the private innermost court of Glory...and if words could have profaned the temple of the Holiest back then...then it surely tonight can profane the Glorious courtyard of the souls that resonate with the their Holy communion of that night...

and so I shall utter no new words unto the world...and perhaps...even to myself...causing them to limit, to reduce, to make common of the Special...
I shall only...in awed and reverent Silence...draw upon those thousand Glorious words that got etched on my soul...and I shall only hold an inner monologue with myself...basking in the memory of the moments of Glory...

I shall remember...I shall smile to myself...I shall rock myself to tranquil sleep with the lullabies of those words...I shall drink of them...a thirsty soul...I shall reach out to the other soul through them...I shall stand before him in the shadow of those words...and smile...and silently congratulate life for making possible, the Improbable...the Unexpected...the Sudden 'happening' of a Fellowship...a Communion,...a Consummation...a Confluence...a Convergence...


and I know very well, that the reality is - Sic Transit Gloria Mundi... and so...when at one point, Time decides to call it 'time' and puts an end to these moments of Glory...if and when this glory passes away...for good...then... I shall still be able to remember my own Glorious Garden of Eden...I shall still be able to hold on to and bask in the memory of the unsaid, the unspoken, the silent inner reverberations of the same...

and so....shhh...no more...!!!

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