The True Story of Genesis. Part 1

In the beginning God was begotten by the heavens and the earth. Joined in holy romance, the heavens got the earth with child. The white heavens swam in fierce competition toward the spherical ovum earth. And there, the father DNA and the mother cell became one. No man could put them asunder anymore. God the Word heard his name being called, and here, then, he was made flesh.

The earth was restless and moist, there in the darkness of her womb. For 9 months, the Spirit of God moved upon the bag of waters.

And God said: Mother, bring me into the light!, and there was light.

And at last, gulping air amid sobs of relief, God saw the light, that it was good. And he left the darkness behind him.

And the evening and the morning were the first day of his life in this world.

And while they bathed him, God said: “Oh! Up is up and down is down! There are waters above and there are puddles below! There is far and there is near! There is a you and there is a me!”

And God understood the firmament, how spacious the perception of his own nature is. That was the second push of his life.

On the days that followed he came to know the dusty earth, the mighty sea, the colorful plants, the tiny seeds, the juicy fruits, the sun and the moon among the stars of the firmament.

Curious was God, discovering a world that was always good.

And God blessed everything he perceived, for he knew nothing but grace and peace.

As he grew, God was turning into man, in his own image and likeness. “I am dust of the earth,” he said, and breathed the breath of life.

Older still, he reached the stage where the command was to be fruitful and multiply, and to have dominion over all he saw, so as to survive.

And on his seventh birthday he rested. He sat down and reflected. “I am ready to eat of the fruit of the dualistic perception of good and evil.”

The serpent, which had been waiting for this moment since forever, spreads before him a world of heavenly fantasies, pleasant to the eyes, and the man lets himself be carried away by the intoxication of his thoughts and the temptations of the world. He fell asleep in the middle of his paradise and stopped noticing it, stopped remembering his breath of life. He forgot that he was divine and grew ashamed of the nakedness of his soul. Surely, he died.

Thus the man matured and became an adult by losing his original innocence. A numb adult who knew only the surface movement of society and how to give names to things.

In the story of an ordinary man who was born God, it comes to pass that he meets a woman. Joined together, he and that woman will repeat the story. The child God will be born again.
While the son of man begins the cycle once more, the father sets out on another journey: that of evolving enough to return home and come back to his child's soul.

The story continues…