CHAPTER 1

The Great Auditorium

In a far off distant part of your imagination there exists a world, hoveringwatching you as you imagine. This world houses magnificent ancientbeings who dream life into existence. To most these dreamers gounnoticed. But if one takes a little peek while you're off imagining anddreaming your own world, you just may get a glimpse of them.

At first sight they would appear as tall ethereal opalescent shimmeringcurtains of light but once your eyes adjust to their domain, you would seethat they indeed have a humanoid appearance, one that holds a perfectform. Their faces are a delicate oval shape, with bright liquid white eyesthat emit a constant stream of luminescent hieroglyphic codes.

These beings vibrate at such a high resolution; all that is perceived ofthem is a shimmering curtain of light effect. They are skilled at shapeshifting but with a difference, they oscillate between holding form andmorphing into a shimmering hologram of life giving codes.

They move silently within this world of liquid light with graceful glidingmovements. Their preferred way of communicating is one of telepathy,where ideas are instantly received and understood, and where nooutspoken word is uttered.

If you happen to gain entry into their world, you would see these greatdreamers are gamers by nature, who are always imagining, planning,and debating their moves to play whose very essence is buzzing with thevibration of Creation.

Their domain is a great Auditorium; a silver platform that hovers at thebeginning of space and time, its purpose to direct what is imagined intomanifestation.

The Auditorium is a structure with no walls and is surrounded by space.It's only defining features are the giant network of gold columns thathouse many balconies all intricately woven from crystalline flowers.

Flowers whose essence, vibrate with shimmering life. Weaving their vines,and driven by the desire to grow, to evolve in a continuous, consciousextension of their own ability to dream. Fulfilling a desire to evolveby winding, up and around those majestic gold columns, forming thefoundation of which supported and viewed the goings on in this greathall.

Beneath these crystalline balconies lay a giant chess board, woven inblack and white gossamer covering the expansive floor. It constantlyshimmering its reflective surface revealing the fineness of its essence.That if one breathed the slightest of breaths; it would disintegrate in aninstant.

Hovering on this gossamer are many elaborately carved crystal pieces,viewing portals whose surfaces are constantly reflecting back images. Sofine in their fabric that they glistened translucently in an alluring way,one that begs the viewer to look within to see what secrets they hold;portals that are visual gateways into viewing yours and others worlds.

The Viewing Portals

It is through these viewing portals that these ancient ones dreamed in newideas that flowed into a matrix of giant wheels and gates. Structures thathave the appearance of etheric cylindrical tubes of light, with intersectinglines of force, all encoded with hieroglyphic symbols; each gate a receivingstation, a reservoir of storage for the council of great dreamers dreamingstreams, with each wheel an entry point to a dimensional life. Ideaswhich filter through these constantly turning great wheels, effectivelycreating time; always turning clockwise, filtering and sending new ideasto manifest in worlds creating a dimensional life somewhere in space, ina constant stream of information its aim to create form.

As fast as this Council of Dreamers dreamed, there were multi layeredelemental receiver beings; tiny elements of matter that gave solidnessto these ideas, filtering this information and giving everything in thedreaming a solid purpose, by way of manifesting these blueprints.

In a dynamic of these solid elements of matter giving life to a Sun, whoin turn receives the purest codes and radiating out these codes in turnmanifests its own galaxy with planets, moons and other stellar bodiesthat all orbit around this sun.

All the while these manifested forms, filter these codes down throughthe rotating magnetic fields around each planet. Codes that are absorbedit into the poles, which act like vortexes, absorbing and directing thesecodes through more wheels to the core of its planet, in turn radiatingthese life codes that are sent out from the core of each planet.

The core being the ultimate receiver for these codes, sparking andtransmitting this force to the surface, only to be diluted once morethrough reservoirs, known as power spots, with interconnecting lines oflight aligning each site. All synchronised with the pulse of the heart beatcoming from the great dreaming streams.

Interconnecting all dimensional life in a macrocosmic, microcosmiceffect, in a complex net work of codes that wind and rotate in sync tothis pulse reflected in every life form within and without, each life havingits own unique heartbeat, constantly in sync with this pulse giving eachlife the ability to dream itself into existence and to evolve.

The synchronicity is as such, that what each life feels is reflected, so thatall life feels the same event. When the great gamers dreamed a new ideait manifested somewhere in this the known existence we have come toknow as life. The great gamers dreaming each planet, birthing its ownspecies, civilisation, giving rise to all manner of different creatures torule these worlds.

The Great Council of Dreamers

The Great Council of Ancient dreamers consisted of many members,each one unique in their dreaming skills, each one shimmeringwith life giving codes. The Nameless One, one of the oldest of dreamers,whose appearance was akin to a shimmering curtain of light, whichflickered with dark patches, leaving a cloudy shadow wherever he floated,his countenance menacing.

This gamer embodied the Chaos stream, the way of manipulation, willand desire. He the brother of The Great Architect, a dreamer just asold, one who held the benevolent stream, the way of freewill and peace.He was of the same appearance as his brother, but he flickered with abrilliant opalescent light, his countenance radiated loving light.

The Great Architect and theNameless One's Feud!

This pair of brothers held an ancient feud, whose origins wereunknown to this council and had existed long before the inceptionof this current dreaming.

These brothers, often locked in battle, their conflict a dual one, withboth unwavering in their point of view. The Great Architect dreamedof worlds benevolent where discordance was unheard of. Worlds thatwere free to follow their own unique soul pulses. Pulses he once neverinterfered with.

The Great Architect's experiment was to watch life grow and evolvewithout manipulation. He curious and sure in his views that if the lightin its intelligence was left to be free, knowing what free will meant, knewthat if life is left to its own way it would evolve back into itself quicker,thus directing itself back into the light.

On the other hand, The Nameless One was of an opposing view. His wayof Chaos, is to wreak havoc through coercion and manipulation. His aimis to absorb the light to fuel his quest.

He constantly argued with the Great Architect that his dreaming wasfinite and limited. Where his way would ensure a never-ending cyclewhere the dreaming would always be in a state of flux. Always thebrothers debated this point. Always it was left unresolvable.

Who's Work Was That?

A flash of light exploded into view, distracting the ancient onesviewing their dimensional dreaming streams. Curious they leanedcloser, so close in fact that the Great Architect nearly slid of his balconyonto the viewing platform. Silently correcting himself, he regaining hiscomposure, one that feigned calm, one that hid a dark secret.

This wobble went unnoticed, his little ripple of guilt, hidden for now. Asthis council were caught up in thoughts of, "Oooohs and Arrrrrs."

It was common for some suns to go supernova and whole worlds toevaporate in an instant.

A glitch they hadn't quite worked out in their dreaming streams. Or wasit just an act of irritation to a world that wasn't evolving as fast, one whoresisted the codes as the dreamer had envisioned; another anomaly toexist in their creative work.

A thought rang out through the collective "Whose work was that?"

Then another thought rippled up "Was that yours?" motioning to theNameless One.

Before the Nameless One could respond, a shock rippled through thiscollective at a sight so inconceivable. On their viewing platform this lightthat had exploded into view was viewing them back.

This light was of the finest of fabrics, it beautiful and luminescent, andone that was intelligent, curious, and very consciously aware. It viewedthem watching it from a world in the denser part of the dreaming.

This event was unheard of in all their dreaming as nothing on those levelsis remotely aware enough to notice them.

Much debate was instigated, the buzz of thinking, analysing trying tocomprehend this anomaly, they mused.

"Possibly another glitch."

"How could this be?"

"Where did that light come from?"

"Which one of us dreamed that one into existence?"

"If I didn't know better, that light is from the layer that is ready to bereabsorbed back into self."

"Hmmmm, Yes! Yes, we agree," was the collective thought.

But they were still at a loss to explain just how that light managed to finditself way down there at that the densest layer.

This dreaming started at the finest of vibrations and descended in density,spiralling down to form many dimensions. This light belonged to thehighest levels and was so out of place in the lower levels.

The Great Architect regaining his composure looked around to see if anyof the gamers had noticed his little moment of shock when he had nearlyslid off his balcony whist viewing this event. But none seemed to notice,bar one pair of beady eyes. The Nameless One eyed the Great Architectwith a malevolent look, all the while they shared the thought that theyhad inadvertently been exposed.

These brothers had always had a conflict of opposing views, one that oftenspilled out affecting the others on this council. In this instance he andhis brother had done the inconceivable. The Great Architect had isolatedpart of the dreaming from the council collective and he'd hid his secretwell, that was up until that moment when the flash of light exploded intoview, sending a ripple of shock through this gamers' world.

The brother's feud of opposing views had taken on a more sinister note,one that simmered away disturbing the usual peace that reigned in thesehalls.

The Nameless One and HisTreacherous Act!

The Nameless One irritated by this stale mate and in a fit of rage,up and decided on a particular moment in time to prove his pointonce and for all.

He sat plotting and planning. In his mind adding a little sabotage to hisbrothers dreaming would stir things up nicely.

He was bored with the way things were, he and his brother locked intothis stale mate. The gentle ways of the Council of Dreamers irritatedhim beyond belief. To him the reality was he was out numbered in thesehalls.

In an instant the Nameless One projected his mind and quick as a thoughtcan be had, shot off with such force through the dreaming streams,scanning for benevolent worlds, spreading his oily chaos, invadingdimensions with his will, dominating all, annihilating those who rejectedhim, so intense was his rage full of desire to prove his point.

It irritated The Nameless One to no end, that he'd come to observe thathis brother's point of view had some merit. It was some of these peacefulloving worlds that had a strength he couldn't penetrate.

The ones that wavered in their convictions or had simply not encounteredhis chaotic quality before were un-prepared for what engaging with himwould unleash. Other worlds were simply in peril and out of control,often verging on collapse. It was these worlds that embraced his chaoticcountenance, sucking it up like fuel, just to evolve.

Whilst weaving his reign of destruction the Nameless One happenedupon a world so pure, so fine, so open, a world about to return and bereabsorbed back into the essence from whence it had sprang from.

The mother of this world having never encountered his chaos beforedidn't stand a chance. She the sun of her peaceful galaxy was quietlyradiating her loving light, feeding life with codes she was receiving.

Hers was a world that displayed a high degree of unity, a quality thatfuelled his rage even more.

His will sharp and strong in an instant he unleashed his fury on thisunsuspecting world, annihilating this, the purest he'd seen in hisdreaming scans.

His violation was so cruel. He entered her, raping her core, she explodedinto a vortex of pain. He absorbing her, sucking her into his chaosquivered with ecstatic delight.

The Nameless One had invaded her world, his act so vicious in its intent,an act born out of hatred for the council and his brother's refusal to seehis point of view, their stale mate fuelling his rage. She now bound tohim, he pulling her world into a spiralling vortex of chaos, this murderousact forming a giant counter clockwise rip in the dreaming streams, fromthe very intensity of his personal will.

The Counter Directive

In the Great Auditorium the viewing platform flashed with histreacherous act. The great Council of Dreamers viewing his act werestunned at what they saw. Images of the Nameless Ones chaotic streamflooded the dreaming, covering it in an oiliness. What the NamelessOne, had done had never in all their dreaming existed. It was commonfor dying suns to go supernova, but never one that was healthy and alive,and so close to its point of return.

A great grief enveloped the council who were shocked to their cores, asthey watched this dimensional rip as it started to grow, with its forcespreading to other worlds.

The way the dreaming was set up, new waves were always being sent outin a constant stream of life giving codes; always they were received andembraced through all dimensional realms.

This council's original untainted dreaming streams were created forall worlds to create their own story and had visioned worlds free tocreate independently within this creative stream. These Dreamers hadset about dreaming intelligent life with a uniquely encoded soul matrix.All were imbued with technical knowledge, imagination, musical andartistic abilities. There was much debate over these qualities and they intheir planning had locked onto a code that came to be the most prized,one of "questioning and reflecting", key ingredients to have the freedomto follow ones free will.

Another essential mechanism in this game of time, as free will provideda freedom to interpret life's codes, in a unique way.

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They stood watching this chaotic wave of selfishness ripple out furtherand further. The Dreamers powerless to stop this rip, as some worldsembraced it. Worlds where restlessness stirred, fuelled by an ancienttaint, one that seemed to embrace the brothers opposing views. Anotherglitch the council was at a loss to explain.

Instead of a continuous stream of pure codes filtering down to manifestthe great dreamer's dreams, separation filtered in. So chaotic in itsnature, so selfish in its message of dominating, all that crossed its path.Instigating a new directive, one of selfishness, to do whatever, when ever,without care for anything else effectively tainting each beings dreamingability. Now what they received was a distortion that would confuse, ananomaly that rippled out, tainting all those who absorbed it, renderingthe original streams unreadable.

The Nameless Ones act of treachery had violated this freedom, by wayof his rage-full lust to destroy. This ripple he'd created tainted this oncegreat dreaming, and had set the stage for war within wars, pain withinpain, chaos within chaos, in an never ending spiral directing itself backinto a realm where all chaos springs from, a fabric so devoid of light.

The Great Dreaming was now invaded and free will took on a whole newelement. Those worlds who embraced this new wave absorbed its taint. Ataint of division that would create worlds of chaos, destroy lives. All thewhile that dimensional rip would split, into more and more dimensions.Life forms would be created so disfigured, so tortured. As once an ideais dreamed, into manifestation, it grows and grows. Always seekingsustenance and in this case, one that can only come from pain. Thisselfishness always fuelled by the motive to return to its chaotic source, avoid of nothingness, where anti-matter springs from.