Creation


Image © Josephine Wall, used with permission

Once again we were embarking on another great creative adventure. Not being pleased with the worlds that came forth as a result of our violent manipulations of the elements we had decided to try a gentler approach.

Having remarked on many occasions how the scent of patchouli seemed to send us into another plane of being, we chose to use it as the catalyst in the creation process.

We slowly and sensuously massaged the patchouli oil all over the humnerdoodle in our hands, soothing and carressing it untill the life forces spun and twinkled. Their vibrant energies plucking at our nerve endings until we floated away on waves of unmeasurable bliss.

Eventually the nature of the humnerdoodle changed and worlds began to flow forth from it encased in irridescent bubbles they floated away until they found their place in the cosmos. Only then the bubbles burst and each world settling upon it's axis became fixed in it's final orbit.

First came the worlds of fantasy, the home of the dreamtimes and the stories, these were to remain nameless. Then the material planets, these we called Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto.

The Humnerdoodle seemed to lie quiet in our hands and we thought the work of creation done, but then it juddered, and twitched and began to heat up in our hands. This time we could feel something was different, and we were afraid as the humnerdoodle spun violently in out hands, faster and faster, it danced a crazy dance that it seemed would never stop.

Just as we thought the humnerdoodle would dance forever it flew out of our hands and hovered for a brief moment before popping. All that was left of the humnerdoodle was one tiny bubble which floated in the air in front of us and as we watched grew bigger.

This final creation, born of the humnerdoodle's dying energy was different from the others. This world was a world within a world, within a world. A world of many layers which somehow we knew would not be visible to all of the beings that inhabited it.

Most of the creatures on it's surface would live out their lives being aware only of the material level. But a blessed few, would listen, and see, would search and find, would become aware of the other worlds, the fae, the spirits, the energies. These special people touched by the spirit of the humnerdoodle would be called witch, And the beautiful world that they inhabited we called Earth.


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