On the 24th hour of my 4th day I sense something. Human scientists throughout the generations use the term ‘blastocyst’ to describe my being.
It is a good name. A cyst that is blasted to life. My ever bulging bulky mass of cells are reacting, changing and grouping together.
Variation trigger by chemical responses from the outside wall that surrounds me.
This wall of life carries the answer to all things.
I need it to survive.
It is not mine to ask.
I wait in anticipation
Days ago. I was one.
Lying in suspended animation.
Deep within my unity I knew transformation was imminent and it was a matter of time.
Now it has begun.
I am metamorphosing at breath-taking speed.
The walls around me are pulsating, vibrating, propelling me forward.
In the distance I sense an expansion waiting, just beyond my reach and I wonder where I am going and if I am alone?
I still have no idea who or what I am.
It is 4 days and 14 hours since the first explosion into my being.
I am suspended in a vacuum.
In eternity, the endless waiting grinds on.
Today feels different. My tiny cells body has been pierced. There was over 300,000,000 of them trying to get in. In the end I relented and let my guard down. They attack and one enters.
I am stunned. I become aware that something happened. This is new. This is time. I have a past. It happened a moment ago. I am no longer one.
I am becoming aware of movement in my being. I am exploding into into tiny bubbles increasing in complexity and speed.
Who am I?
I am Me.
Note to self
The story begins and I am not sure where it will lead.
Thank you for sharing it with me
Have a great Monday Guys.
Hugs and Love.
‘When social order is crumbling, dissolving with human greed.
Words from Luke in the Good Book advocates faith, as small as a mustard seed,
As chaos unravels with brutal swift speed.
( Marie T Shelly 10th October 2016 )
I have traveled far and wide in search of the elusive Holy Grail to find that it was with me all along
in my siblings eyes.
As the words of the Good Book echoes in my head…
‘Love is always patient and kind;
Love is never jealous;
Love is never boastful or conceited;
It is never rude or selfish;
It does not take offence and is not resentful.
Love takes no pleasure in other peoples sins but delights in the truth;
It is always ready to excuse. to trust, to hope and to endure whatever comes.
Love does not come to an end.‘
( 1 Corinthians: 13; 4-8)
The photos in this post were taken yesterday. 2nd October 2016. My sister Lynda and I celebrated our joint birthday. There is 10 years and ten days between us. The others in the photos are brothers Charlie and Paul and sister Christina. This was a first for a very long time.
Thank you Malachi for bringing us all together to celebrate your wedding to Aoife and for reminding how beautiful Paul’s letter to the Corinthians truly is.
Have a great Monday you guys
And don’t forget to hug someone you love today.
Because this moment will never come around again