Tammara or Slilat

Experiences of an Inexperienced God Tammara or Slilat

Wouldn't you like to have a peek into God's own diary? A creation myth, a fantasy, revelations and anecdotes, all told from the very subjective point of view of the Creator him/herself who got a lot of help from The Abridged Manual of Godding. Read the first two pages of the book: Boundless, soundless, absolutely still timeless, eventless, a dream not yet awake, shrouded in nothingness that knows no reason, no purpose. Is there an I? found a singularity. Did it drop through itself from another universe? Slippery along its event horizon, it was a fixed splinter in the undisturbed lumipresence. Let it lie for a while until curiosity suggested: pour awareness into it. The initial shock spelled: bad idea. Densely dark inside - crippled, cringed, compressed so unlike the mild translucent darkness of open space. Then, in the beginning of regret, found this guide - The Abridged Manual of Godding Bored of eternally talking to yourself? Tired of floating endlessly in the void, filled to the brim with your omnipresence? If you answered in the affirmative, consider becoming a God: mind expanding challenges guaranteed, twists and turns to the original plot as your creatures develop awareness and free will? Sure, the care-taking chores never end, but what else have you got to do with your time? (From the back cover of the Manual) New thoughts started murmuring, begetting shape - do it (?) become a Creator (!) make this universe opulent in colors and intricate designs, boundless abundance of life forms constantly born, reborn, a dream within a dream, the dreamer and the dream co-creating a never-ending story, an adventure, a mystery, no being knows how it ends, the wheres and the whens The creatures will have free will, reinvent themselves anew every day bequeath their experiences, their tears of sorrow and joy shall be drunk, life and death experienced with each and everyone, until once again all becomes one. If you answered in the affirmative, follow the sequence below and get ready for the rockiest ride of your life. However if you choose not to become a Creator please retract your presence carefully and leave the way you came in. (The Manual, 1.01) Suddenly, on the outskirts of sensitivity an internal stirring began, expanding in all 12 dimensions, gathering speed. The miniscule specks of matter, once energized, started dancing, warped into existence, away, into and around them, the tiny explosions exponentially growing it felt sparkly, fuzzily bubbly, and I, a ball of liquid black fire quivering with unexplored potentials on the verge of yearning to become