“A Creation Story” by Vincent Boccarossa

Mandala by Gabriel Sampad, http://www.gabrielsampad.com

The young girl’s eyes were bright and inquisitive searching the face of the kind and gentle man sitting across the wooden table.  He looked strangely familiar, she thought, vaguely remembering stories she heard from her Mom.  But now that he was here, older and wiser, and nearly seventy years old, Victoria could only stare wide-eyed with fascination.  When he began to tell the story, all else blurred and faded away.  As if magically clearing the way for a visual clarity and profound comprehension of love and soul.  It filled the small kitchen with a calm serenity and a grounded stillness.

     “Granddaughter, I will tell you a story that came to me many years ago, and now I am inspired to share it with you.  In this story we have a special name for God, we like to say the Tao…” He smiled tenderly.  “And from the Tao came all of creation, all life on all planets and star systems, all individual souls each with their own family pod or what we call the Oversoul was created through the consciousness of the Tao.”

     The nine-year old girl perked up, “Kinda like our family.”

     Grandfather clarified softly, “Each family pod is much bigger, sometimes with as many as fifteen hundred individual souls.”

    Victoria looked serious.  “That is a big family.”

    Grandfather nodded, “There are billions of these Oversouls and the vastness of our existence reaches far into the Universe.  The creative design from the Tao gave each individual soul free will embarking on their evolutionary journey.  And each and every individual soul is an agent of unknown proportions,” he emphasized with a twinkle in his eye.  “It was here, in this solar system, on this planet… Gaia, our beloved Earth Mother or as we sometimes say, campus Earth.”

     “Campus Earth… I like that!” she exclaimed.

     Grandfather continued.  “Now at the appropriate time in history, at a specific point in the fabric of time, seven original human races were simultaneously seeded all across the diverse landscapes and waterways of this planet.  There was the Asian race, known for their wisdom, their reserve, and their understanding of science.  They were the first ones to travel around the northern hemisphere,” he gestured with his hands captivating her attention. 

     “There was the Aboriginal race located in the region of Australia and New Zealand,” he paused.  “Do you know where that is?”

     Victoria jumped up and ran to another part of the house.  She returned with a map of the world unrolling it on the table.  She pointed accurately.  “They are right here and here.”  She grinned.  “I like maps.”

     “I see that.  Very good.  Now the Aboriginals were known for their simplicity, for how to be mobile, and how to be availing, which means utilizing whatever is in the natural environment and finding a practical use for it.  Do you understand?”  She nodded politely.

      Grandfather resumed his story with Victoria pointing to the different regions of the world.  “The African race was seeded in a continent rich in resources, and like all the geographical regions, it had different climate zones and environments.  This race was known for their rhythm and music, for their physical strength, and for how they embrace style in their adornments and clothing.  Then there is the South American race living across from Africa now separated by the Atlantic Ocean.  They were recognized for their appreciation of colors, for their love of family, and for their focus on the home.”

     Now Grandfather used the map pointing toward northern Europe, “In this area is where the Nordic race was established.  They were known for keeping food fresh through long winters, how to enjoy the solitude, and to always be prepared.”

     “That is really important, isn’t it Grandpa?” She stated more than inquired.

     Grandpa patted her small hand.  “Yes, it truly is.  The last two original races were the Atlanteans and the Lemurians.”  Again he used the map to  show her.  “The continent of Lemuria is mostly under the Pacific Ocean over here, and the land mass of Atlantis is basically underneath parts of the Atlantic Ocean.”

     “What happened, Grandpa?” she asked with genuine curiosity.

     “There are many stories about these two great floods, and some are closer to the truth than others.  The land mass of Lemuria was submerged from comets hitting the planet from outer space, yet some of the Lemurians had ships and were able to sail to safe shores keeping their race alive.  As for the continent of Atlantis, this catastrophe was man-made in its destruction, something like a nuclear bomb, but much more powerful.  Fortunately, many Atlanteans did not perish and like the Lemurians continued to migrate and mix with the other original races.  The Atlanteans were known for their warmth, their teaching abilities, and for their natural way of celebrating life.  The Lemurians were recognized for their elegance, for their diplomacy, and for their ability to see danger first like sailing to safety when the comet hit.  Over many centuries, the races would inter-mix or remain within their own race or enslave one another committing untold atrocities; yet there was more good people than the evil or wounded ones.  Love would always bring humanity together because in truth, we are each representing a soul fragment of the Oversoul.  We are all part of the Tao of creation.”

     Victoria lit up with a smile, “That’s what I was just thinking!”

     “That is because you are a very old soul,” Grandfather peered at her closely.  “You have experienced many lifetimes, many different cultures, you have been rich and you have been poor, you have been female like right now, but you have also been in a male body.  All of these lives make up who you truly are as a soul and the presence of your essence is like a beacon of light for others to follow.  And always remember, you are perfect, you are lovable, and you are important!” He lightly slammed his hand on the table for emphasis.

     “You see, all individual souls must evolve through five cycles of learning; first as an infant soul, then as a baby soul, next as a young soul, eventually as a mature soul, and finally as an old soul.  Each cycle has seven levels of learning, and it can sometimes take hundreds of lifetimes to get through just one cycle.  This is a gradual process that requires each soul to become fully accountable, fully aware and enlightened or what we call a graduated soul.”

     “Am I a graduated soul?” Victoria inquired.

     “Not yet, but you are closer than most people.  But even when you graduate from the physical plane, there are others in your Oversoul family that might be much younger in their development and will need some coaching along the way.”

     “Hmm…” Victoria pondered.  “That makes sense.  I mean, to help the other souls in our family.”

     Grandfather smiled lovingly.  “Yes, it is agape, the act of unconditional love, and you have plenty of it.  Then there will come that moment in no time when all the individual souls in a particular Oversoul have each graduated from the physical plane, balancing all karmic ties and completing the lessons of each and every cycle.  At this point there will be a reunion within the family of souls that unites them as a whole, and the journey of evolution continues from there.”

     The insightful young girl thought for a long moment.  “What happens then, Grandpa?  What happens to the family of souls?”

     “You are smarter than your age to ask such a question, and I will tell you… As part of the evolutionary design of the Tao, there were seven planes of consciousness created each with seven levels.  How much is seven times seven?” Grandfather waited for Victoria to answer.

     “Umm, forty-nine, I think,” she looked at him for verification.

     “That’s correct.  There are forty-nine points of awareness that can be experienced serving each plane of consciousness.  On this physical plane there are both advantages and limitations, for there is a plethora of choices that determines one’s fate from lifetime to lifetime.  When our physical bodies are sleeping, our soul experiences at different levels of the astral plane.  This is where we go in between different lifetimes, always with a connection to our Oversoul, and always with a direct link to the Tao.  The astral plane of learning is like a “mirror” of our thoughts, actions, beliefs, feelings, and experiences reflecting them back to us through dreams, visions, meditations, introspection and other forms of inner work.”

     Victoria was transfixed listening to each word.  “What many people call heaven is more of a return to the Oversoul; what some people call purgatory or hell are “places”created on the lower levels of the astral plane to allow a soul to experience the belief system that dictated their physical life.  These are temporary states of being and these seemingly “lost souls”are often “retrieved” by older souls either within the Oversoul or who were in some way connected with the person in the previous lifetime.  When I was in my mid-twenties a friend and I assisted your great-great grandmother who was a devout Catholic and prayed the rosary daily.  We helped her soul to leave the “purgatory” she was experiencing after being killed in a car accident.  She was in this “place of purgatory” on the lower astral plane for eighteen months, yet for the soul there is no time like there is on the physical plane.  Several months later she thanked me for the spiritual assistance that we had given her.”

     “What comes after the astral plane?” Victoria asked without missing a beat.

     Grandfather beamed with a twinkle in his eye.  “Remember the family reunion of souls all graduating from the physical plane.  Well, it is that reunion that allows the Oversoul to begin another cycle of evolution on the higher planes, which brings us to the causal plane of consciousness.  The Oversoul will begin to evolve as a whole family going through the levels at this plane.  Many people who channel or meditate often connect with “spiritual teachers” from this plane of consciousness.  The next plane is the akashic and this one serves as the “record keepers” or what some call the akashic records.  Each individual soul is a library of lifetimes and each Oversoul is a consortium of libraries.  These “records” are not “stored in stone,” for this is a system that evolves as individual souls evolve, as each Oversoul evolves.  That is why it cannot be replicated on the physical plane with a computer program, although younger souls are always trying to do such things.  It is perfectly designed by the Tao, and the entities or family pods that are evolving on these higher planes of consciousness are always willing to aid those who are sincerely seeking the truth.  Mostly they just observe us, until someone pays attention to their presence, and then it is turned on.”

     Grandfather stood up from his chair and stretched.  He motioned to his granddaughter, “I want to smoke and watch the moon rise.”  

     Victoria beamed at the idea and soon they were on the porch with Grandfather in the rocking chair and Victoria sitting on a small bench seat.  Grandfather lit his favorite clove and tobacco cigarette, and continued his story, relaxed and gazing toward the east.

     “After the fluffy and soft-like feeling of the akashic plane, there is the mental plane of consciousness.  At this level of awareness, there are two special beings that reside here when they are not in a physical incarnation on this planet or another planet.  This is the Transcendental Soul and the Infinite Soul… And their manifestations are marked in history with Zarathustra, Socrates, Mohammed and Ghandi as the Transcendental incarnations.  For the Infinite Soul, the first life experience on this planet was Krishna, the second was Siddhartha the Buddha, the third was in China through the mystic Lao Tzu, and the fourth was Jesus the Christ.  These manifestations are uniquely designed to plant seeds of knowledge and uplift the consciousness on behalf of humanity and all souls involved in this creation story.  There are also cetacean souls here on campus Earth, using the body form of whales and dolphins to experience their incarnations.  Their evolution is similar to our human evolutionary process, although most human souls are not aware of this reality.  This metaphysical truth will become more apparent as human and cetacean souls communicate and interact with each other, both physically and in the dreamtime, and with conscious awareness and profound clarity.”

    “I want to dream with the dolphins too!” Victoria exclaimed.

     “Maybe you already have and do not remember,” Grandfather mused.

    “Then I want to remember,” she responded thoughtfully.

    “And you will remember.  Memory is like a muscle and if you exercise it, then you will remember more and possibly past lives too.  Our teachers from the higher planes are always there, always available for authentic soul contact with people just like myself, and just like you.” 

     Grandfather gestured affectionately at the young girl.  “After the mental there is the messianic plane of consciousness, and the teachers from this plane can be quite active in our world sometimes working through the animals or through the arts like music and film and storytelling.  Although one particular mid-causal plane teacher that likes to represent as “Merlin” is also quite active in the arts and likes to inspire a variety of artists.  Unfortunately, there are also some souls who are seduced by lower astral entities that have created aberrations like demons and hells and even a satanic figurehead that they worship as Lucifer, but it is all false pretense and is easily exposed with the Light and the power of Love.”

     Grandfather abruptly sat up in the rocking chair.  “I want to give you something.  Now close your eyes.”

     Victoria looked back at him expectantly, then closed her eyes.

    “Okay, good.  I want you to visualize an open forest glade with a banquet table and several people gathered.  There is a crystal castle behind us in the near distance.  Can you see the castle and all of us gathered?”

     Victoria nodded.  “Uh-huh.  I see the crystal castle and I see you, and some other people that I don’t know.”

      “Very good.  I am now giving you a sword of Light that as you grow into a woman this sword will grow with you.  It is a magical sword that contains all the colors of the rainbow.  If you think rosy red, it will emit that color; if you think emerald green like in your heart, then it will project that color.  Do you see the polished amethyst stone embedded in the handle?”

     Victoria nodded with her eyes closed and her small frame very still.

     “When you touch that stone your sword will become a violet flame that you can use to protect yourself and others from any evil or negative energies.  You will always have this sword of Light in your mind’s eye,” he gently tapped her forehead.  “As a tool to protect your mansion and your hundred rooms of consciousness.  Now you will see a woman who is stepping forward, and placing a tailor-made cloak just for you.  This too is a magical cloak that can change color, texture and even be translucent.  She is blessing you with a kiss to your forehead.” 

     Grandfather pursed his lips together like blowing into a trumpet.  He called it the “bumble bee mantra” and slowly Victoria opened her eyes wide and alert.

     “I saw it Grandpa!  I saw my sword and the colors and the violet flame.  And the older lady had such kind and loving eyes, and the cloak  felt warm and cozy around me.”  

     Victoria sat back content.  “I love you, Grandpa.”

     “I love you too, sweetie.”  He eyed his granddaughter closely.  “May I finish the story?”

     Victoria smiled and nodded, now laying on the bench, thoroughly satiated by the spiritual experience.  Grandfather puffed on his clove cigarette watching the moon begin to rise into view.  “The highest plane is the buddhaic and the seven levels at this plane of consciousness prepares the Oversoul for the grand reunion with the Tao.  A perfectly designed creation of soul evolution that continues ad infinitum…”     

     Grandfather sighed deeply.  “There is more to the story, but I see you are getting sleepy.”

     Victoria yawned despite herself.  Grandfather smiled rising to his feet and gesturing to the moon.  “She will be shining bright tonight.”  As he turned back to his granddaughter, she was curled up on the bench, looking peaceful and serene, dozing off into the dreamtime.  

     Grandfather smiled and lit another clove cigarette gazing back at the moon.  He felt grateful for his life and for the awareness and streams of knowledge that flowed through him.  In that pristine moment, with Victoria’s angelic face magnified by the moonlight, he suddenly felt a wave of deep resolution through his entire being.  As if he had completed something and was now free to be content.  

And to continue on his journey.

Vincent Boccarossa c2020

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