"I shall return to the source of my existence"
In the solitude and silence there must have been a thunderous sound of power through this eternal God. A sound that would birth, breathe and brood over all the non-existent, yet unformed seeds of creative power. Suddenly the voice of the Word came like the sound of a mighty rushing river. Bursting with life, it came overflowing its banks with incredible joy, humming with the rhythm of the song of the redeemed and teaming with life. Great cataclysmic chasms, ruptured the waters, as mountain lifted themselves and filled the galaxies, and then, as an after-thought fractured the mountain peaks to expose giant gorges filled with river beds, water ways, fields and streams and endless lakes.
Seven times the voice spoke and seven times the creative power of God brought forth something out of nothing. All that was, is, or ever shall be was created. The eternal voice, with no beginning and no end, spoke and the echo of the voice reached out into the limitless cosmos, where time, nor space would control His infinite power.
The abundance came, not withholding, not restricting, but resounding with the laughter of Love unleashed into the universe. This mind of jewels and gems of power wrought forth a garden sown with seeds, seeds still yet harbored in the distant hallways of man consciousness, a place where communion brought creativity, where all is in order, where all is perfection and where rest was found for every living thing. In this garden the apple of God’s eye was formed, not created but formed by the hands of the One who treasured them in his heart, His crown of all that was fashioned for His pleasure. This creation was His companion.
But man failed and lost this place in glory. He fell into the abyss of the ever-pervading darkness. There he struggles and vanquishes until God’s love ignites the long-forgotten memory and man says,
“I shall return to the source of my existence.”