Elderi Folklore: A Creation Story, Pt. 1
The Record of the Creation of the Skies
In the beginning the Creator made the skies and the land and the Aether was stitched out across the entire mind of the Creator and he Saw all that could be the first Dream. The mind of the Creator was laid before the Great Spirit and His chosen Word and in agreement They laid down the Warp Strings. The Spirit wove what the Word spun from his lips, the vision pouring from the eye of the Creator’s mind. Word, Light and Spirit laid down together to form the foundations of the skies. As fast as the Spirit wove, the Shadow appeared. Words held it and bound it to the Aether, willing it to sleep. Light abounded from all sides as the first Words that drew the Spirit’s breath came to life; the first balance against the Shadow, the Bright Ones appeared.
Indeed the Shadow was undetectable against the brilliance of these creatures. The Aether itself undetectable in the wake of such glorious physical reality; Now, only a whisper in the back of the mind, a fluttery glimmer at the edge of the eye. All that was real was a great expanse of stars and the radiating presence that called to them, a song that hung across the skies. The Creator saw that it was Good but in his Sight he Saw a potential that darkened his face. “It’s not Good that my Childen be alone.” So the Spirit and Word wove. Elements were formed and brought to them to see what they would make of them. Physical Elements: fire, gas, metals, minerals and Spiritual Elements: music, mathematics, language, speech and more, were all brought to the Bright Ones. Craftsmen arose. For along with these Gifts of Creation made for them by the Creator, He also endowed them with Purpose, a spirit like his own that works, creates, invents and sees what could be.
The Bright Ones got to work participating with the Creator turning raw elements into wonders. They learned from the Master builder, the more gifted of them trained and worked with the less gifted. They spent ages refining and honing their craft, building the great cities of the sky, the most gifted earning a seat on the High Council. These were Weavers in their own rights, each on wielding their gifts in collaboration with the Creator; beings of honor, skill, wisdom and righteousness, perfect in their craft, humble and to grateful in their work, selected to be there not of their own accord.
In time all combinations of chemistry, mathematics and physics were engaged. Physical Laws discovered, understood and explored. Planets, moons, comets, rocks and stones, water, air, plants and creatures of every kind, all brought forth with cooperation the Creator, all brought forth and sustained by Spirit and Word. So the Weave came to life, radiating the thrum of the Creator in the Warp string of Light, Word and Spirit. A cosmos was filled with immortals at work, in worlds of their own choosing, gifted the elemental things to make something of. Natural worlds arose by their craft and the skill of their artistry, and by the blessings of the Creator, by the power of his creative Source. Mountains and valleys, meadows and trees, wind and rain, lightening and thunder, whatever the Creator dreamed the Weave and the participating Weavers heeded its call.
These Children of the Creator became intricately Woven into the Weave. Firstborn of Guardians, they were Rulers, Princes in the Skies, mediators between the Creator and the elements. Dreamed up by the Creator to guard all of creation against the Shadow, to seek out mysteries and illuminate space and time, holding back the tide of unordered, insatiable, infinite possibilities, unknown and indetainable potentials of every kind.
However, these Bright Ones, the Weavers and Rulers, they were only part of the Vision the Creator Saw, the High Realm only part of the kingdom he dreamed.
To be continued…