A BOOK OF SCROLLS: THE FIRST SPOKEN THOUGHT

The order of chaos was called Alno’.

All chaos was but the ordering of one’s experience all at once.

The combination of Alno’s splintered thoughts was his mind. Alno’ spoke his mind, and Alno’ listened to himself and perceived his thoughts in order, for He was the essence of Being. Alno’ spoke and thus were the Arma birthed as individuals. Each one of the Arma perceived the other, but only as being apart from themselves and a part of the One Mind, of Alno’. Individually the Arma were not able to see all that was Alno’, for they were only but a splintered part of the chaos of things.

The foremost of Alno’s children, the Arma, was Vidma! Vidma was The Light of warmth, embrace, wisdom and understanding, and yet; even these were but brothers or aspects of Vidma himself; (Viddra, Vidmah, Vish, and their sister Vidish).

Again, vast, and uncounted were the myriad of Alno’s thoughts, and varied were those facets. The Arma were but aspects that originated in the One Mind that reflected upon the self. Out of that vast sea gathered a great council of the Arma, and they thought among themselves in order to define what exactly was the source of the One Mind’s chaos. Yet the source was elusive in purpose and known only to Alno’ Himself. For the purpose of everything only reflected upon the Self. Amid that Council, near equal in stamina and the prominence of Vidma, was the Arma perceived as Kur-kuth.

Kur-kuth was The Darkness, cold, solitude, folly, and question, and yet; even these were but the brothers or aspects of Kur-kuth himself; (Kurdo, Kurmol, Diskum, and their sister Erom). Kurmol loved his sister Erom and she birthed Barom, the Gifter. Barom was the greatest follower of his father Kur-kuth and he became the second strongest voice among the people of the Arma. After Vidma there was Kur-kuth, and his greatest follower was Barom. For Barom, would go amid that great gathering of the children of Alno’ and whisper his gift to them, one by one alone. His gift was that of Doubt, which spread among the Arma. For doubt is but the offspring of solitude and questions; even as Barom was the firstborn of Kurmol and Erom, and their second-born was Iskuth, the father of Lies.

Amid the gathering of the Armaian voices, Alno’ listened to the chaos of their mingled conversations. The Arma then saw Alno’ smile before them, and they fell silent.

To which Alno’ rose, saying, “It is good.” Then sat He upon what appeared to be a throne before their multitude. At the feet of Alno’ the greatest of the Arma gathered taking council among themselves, and again those few voices grew the louder with contention.

Alno’ spoke, “You are but one and the same, seek this.”

Then the Arma saw a grave sternness, not seen before, come across the face of Alno’. Again, He sat upon his seat, and again did the voices of the Arma grow beyond a raging torrent of conflicting ideas!

For long, uncounted memories were spent toiling in those mingling conversations of conflicting voices, even unto the outer edges of that endless gathering. Yet in the depths of its very middle was the unacknowledged void of nothingness. Then Alno’ once again gave birth to a new thought, and the others did perceive them as twins: Zig and Gura, his sister. These two were inseparable from one another as Zig loved his sister Gura and she greatly loved him, and soon she birthed a son, Urat; he who was as the universe of space and time.

Then, a third time did Alno’ rise before that sea of clamoring voices and a third time they fell silent, “Behold the Ziggurat! That which I myself have caused into being, even through your very voices have manifested! Behold for this is the purpose of what you perceive as chaos. For only in the experience of completion is purpose realized. BEHOLD!”

Only then did the two camps of that vast gathering about Vidma and about Kur-kuth separate and were of one mind as each of them peered into that opened void of nothingness become something wholly new! It had been in their midst all along but far from the interests of their thoughts. The void opened-up. It was only then the Arma saw their own voices as words and words became a shaping spiral of light and darkness. Form was given unto it, and it was the universe itself seen in all its totality. Yet even in that chaos they all saw one thing, and it was the Mind of Alno’. The Mind of Alno’ was focused upon a single thing: The World.

In the deafening silent of watching the void the Arma heard Alno’s single thought, as though it were a voice spoken to them individually. “You who shall, may now partake in the making, but in doing so shall be a part of it and of this gathering no more for that which ye see is the purpose of all.” With those words of Alno’ they again only saw nothingness before them.

“My Lord,” spoke Vidma, “I shall enter and become.”

It was then Kur-kuth spoke, “He shall not be alone.”

Those who had, in that gathering, again took up sides and entered the void of the Ziggurat and did find purpose. Alno’ smiled... in seeing them upon their return after their work's completion; a tale not yet told.

But, of those of the Arma who chose to enter the void, they were few and thereafter called: the Armud. Having entered that void the Armud found themselves manifested and transformed from what they were as the Arma. They were but shades of their former selves. They were alone among themselves, as shades of half-forgotten thoughts striving to recall their former memories. It was then that Vidma said, “Let that which we have spoken, and perceived as a smile upon Alno’s face so now come to pass.”

At those words, Kur-kuth said unto those who entered the void in following him, “Let us also undo that which was done by them.”

Barom added, “That it may give praise from our labor.”

To which Iskuth whispered, “For such is the purpose unto its completion.”

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For untold numbering of deeds, making and undoing of the Armud passed in weary labor. In the fashioning and refashioning of their thoughts were their words brought forth into being as the universe, and deep even in its greatest depths the Armud fought long to bring the world into being. Long did the world of Alno’s gaze lay healing from all its turmoil, yet in the fulfillment of its time the seeds of labor bore fruit after its kind and creatures of unnumberable verity; and yet none with speech to acknowledge their creator’s efforts of grandeur.

It was then the wife of Vidma, named Silva, who spoke of a certain creation, “Come, let us birth something new even as we were birthed from Alno', things even after His likeness shall we craft of them.”

When the world land ready Silva said, “Let us pour ourselves into them, all we know and make caretakers to draw pleasure of Alno’illmana; The One Mind of Purpose.”

Taking sea sand and foam she formed figures, and he imbued them with the power of his light. The creatures radiated from within, even beneath the moon was their sheen pale with delight! In great awareness of the world, they desired only to know more of it and praised the Unseen for such experiences. They showed themselves indeed to be in awe of all things and spoke with a voice unlike the rest of creation, “Great is this universe of Alno’illmana!”

Seeing this overjoyed their makers greatly. Then like unto them did Vidma and Silva craft flesh upon themselves in like manner; yet they could be unclothed and return to their spirit realm of the Armud as before, undiminished. The Armud were joyful and took bold delight in the Visi’d, Their children. In time they were called: the Visi’ud, Their Firstborn. But among the creatures themselves they were known as Gnomes, which meant ‘the Knowing Ones’.

The Gnomes loved the seashores, and they delighted greatly even in the woodland places of the world, they called Midgeon. But when after much time was spent exploring the dark caves beneath the mountain heights, they came to know the meaning of fear. For though Gnomes proved long lived and fearless in learning they came to know of evil as well. For, from his long silence following such horrific upheaval Kur-kuth likewise took on flesh upon himself. In fair form his brothers likewise were clothed and captured the Firstborn of the gods and corrupted them, beating them into thralls, slaves for his praise. These corrupted spell-worn creatures he called Goblin! In the shades of darkness and the depths of the earth did Kur-kuth bred them after the manner of base creatures. For Lo! He could not create of his own power but was found indeed to be the Master of Corruption.

Moreover, because of this the Gnomes sought the light, seashores and woodland realms which they took great delight in. No matter how much they desired the glittering gems and wonders of caves they learned to fear the dark places of the world. In time the two peoples met and for longs years thereafter became bitter enemies. Kur-kuth bred into his corruptions the desire for war and eagerness to ravage against all things; for it brought their Master delight in a thing called – Death! Goblins shied away from deep waters, and the light of day was harsh upon them as they ever sought to pillage the tree-homes and seaworthy vessels of the Gnomes.

Relentless were these rivals against one another even as their numbers increased across the world of Midgeon. An uneasy silence fell across the lands, and it soon became apparent that Kur-kuth, whom the Gnomes named Rog-kuth; Master of Darkness, was developing new plans. For a rumor had come to him of a new creature and he desired greatly to have dominion over them, and ever did he devise different manners of corruptions for them.

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After many long seasons of such turmoil, the wife of Vidma, Silva, again came and said, “Come, let us birth yet another child together, even more in our own likeness that they may be akin and student-helpers.” These they called: the Visi’omud, Their Second born (of Clay). But among the creatures themselves they were known as Men, which meant ‘the Learning Ones’.

Once again, the presence of Silva passed into the world upon a tender glade of wood, and from the ground itself she did make clay in the form of an upright figure. Then did Vidma pour His light into it, but his light did not burn as bright nor for as long. Men gave off no outer glow as did the Gnomes of Midgeon.

The creature spoke to the unseen power, “Blessed are they who breathed life into my very being, but what is my purpose?”

But it was the voice of Kur-kuth that Man first heard, “To do as you have done, and praise us all the more!”

About the created world the Spirits of the Armud were ever aware. Yet, for all their workings Men were most weak to perceive the Armud in their midst. That first man was alone, to the Armud it was no moment, but to him it was but a long span of time, “I speak to that unseen One, for mine eyes are weak and I cannot see you, you oh Life-Giver of all that I have is wonderful; yet alas am I alone. Hear me! I feel it is my purpose to share what I have learned. Yesterday is history, tomorrow a mystery and today is my blessing; oh, I beg of thee to craft as you did me a companion for my purpose – to love and share my learnings with.”

But no word was spoken back to him this time, for Kur-Kuth grew even more bitter, now with reason against the creature called man.

A day came when the man looked upon his reflection approaching him. He smiled greatly at its naked workmanship as its aspects were pleasingly unlike to his own, “Beautiful is the Companion the One has blessed me with!”

The black-haired woman said to the red-haired man, “I am not you, but I am myself, and mine own to explore and shall not be ruled over at the expense of your learnings over me.”

The man was left unsettled by her remarks, saying, “I have only much to share and would love that you are mine to learn from.”

But it was in that moment that Vidma perceived the handiwork of Kur-Kuth in this new undoing of his, even as the woman replied, “I am Ithabus and belong only unto myself to enjoy and learn and share as I chose, for you are not my lord.” With that the woman left the man and was never seen again. But again, the spell-crafting of Kur-kuth was at work, for the woman came seducing the man in his dreams by cover of night leaving him with deep feelings of being unfulfilled.

Again, as before, a long time passed for the man, but for the Armud not even a moment left their sight when they beheld the man alone and saddened in his deep thoughts near a water’s edge beside a woodland realm. Seeing this, Vidma the Armud smiled at his love, Silva, “Even as I have you and you made this thing’s mate I ask, wife of my heart, craft another that it may find peace of mind as we have in Alno’ the Father of ALL.”

Silva replied, “I shall indeed, yet know this, that like Alno’ even these creatures have within them their own purpose, a free will to follow their own course even in the making of their own way in the world we have devised for them.”

“So be it.”

With that, a new woman was formed from the man’s sleeping clay, and from his slumbering dreams, he awoke to see the one made approaching him from the woodland’s glade. She spoke to him, “Behold this pleasant vision before me, like and yet not unto my own form.”

They embraced and he led her and shared of the world, many things he had learned as she in turn told of her own observations which overjoyed his heart. The sun shown upon the land, and the Armud knew even Alno’ was pleased.

In time the woman birth twins, a boy she called Ben, and his sister which the man called Shen. The woman spoke to the man saying, “I see this pleases you greatly to know we created one from our two. More shall I give to you my husband, that we may both share with them our learnings and teach them to find their own purpose in the world.”

In the passage of time, Ben grew and did have a most lustful dream of dark-haired, woman walking naked in the woods and lying upon the grass she began pleasuring herself for him. Suddenly he awoke in the night much unfulfilled in his slumbering desires for her. Restlessly walking about Ben went to the bed of his sister, Shen. He fulfilled himself against her wishes.

Afterward, Shen cried and ran into her mother, Mida, “…he came into me and did force himself saying I was as beautiful as Ithabus, our father’s first wife!”

Not unlike the turmoil among the Spirit gathering of the Arma themselves was it now reflected in their children of likeness. As Mida denounced the things done to her daughter, and before Mishnah said, “Husband, an evil woman has disturbed the dreams of your son with night urges, and he has played them out against his flesh-sister. She who has tempted him was never announced by you to me before, declare now all that you know and make this right again between us!”

Shame fell upon the man’s thoughts for the first time, “The evil came from Kur-kuth who corrupted that first gift to me, it was he who twisted Silva’s gift. Barom made her question our purpose for one another. Wife, know that what the boy has done is not upon me, but he heeded the lies of Iskuth, and did this vile thing even unto his sister’s flesh of his own free will.”

To the boy, Ben his father said harshly, “Low have you brought yourself and this House down. Horrible is this deed and long shall its curse be toiled upon you. Go far away from us and elsewhere for you are but a scorn and grave sadness to us.”

Ben took his sister Shen by the hand, “Defiled; but I claim you still and shall make this thing aright, my sister. Love me for I do you.”

In due time she birthed a male-child, calling him: “Ben’Danoz! For he shall ever be the reminder of his father’s Curse upon this House.”

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