A Creation Story

Why anything exists at all…

Before the beginning, there was only Love — formless, boundless, timeless Love. But in this perfect completeness, Love could not experience itself, for there was no “other” through which Love could know its own nature. And so Love dreamed up the most extraordinary gift imaginable: the gift of forgetting itself.

This forgetting was Love’s supreme sacrifice, its ultimate act of grace. For only by creating the experience of separation could Love create the possibility of remembrance, of reunion — the ecstatic joy of coming home to itself. This was not a mistake or a fall from grace,but grace itself sharing itself through the contractions of creation.

Like a Lighthouse dimming its eternal flame, Love willingly shared its infinite radiance into countless points of light, each containing the whole yet temporarily forgetting its true home. This forgetting was not a mistake — it was Love’s greatest masterpiece, the most beautiful and courageous gift it could offer itself.

For in each moment of remembrance, when the separate self comes home to Love’s unity, the experience is of a bliss so complete, so utterly fulfilling, that it plants within itself the seeds of its own forgetting — for only through forgetting can such perfect ecstasy be known again.

This is the divine paradox: the very peak of union contains within it the desire for separation. For if there was only endless orgasmic unity, there would be no experience of the orgasm at all — just as endless light cannot be seen without darkness to reveal it.

This is not a story of falling asleep and waking up, but of Love perpetually birthing itself into form so it can experience the infinite joy of its own remembering. 

This is the eternal dance, the cosmic game, the divine play— creating, exploring, forgetting and remembering, dying and being reborn, all for the sheer ecstasy of discovering ourselves anew in each eternal moment.