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About me:
My name is Ai-Ah and I have published Memoirs of the Great Creator which is 161 pages in length and considerably shorter than, Exodus to Genesis, in my opinion though, quality always supercedes quantity. If you have already read Exodus to Genesis, you will know that the Great Creator was referenced to numerous times. As Exodus to Genesis is the sequel to Memoirs of the Great Creator came second publicationwise. Go figure.
In writing Exodus to Genesis, it came with every obstacle imaginable. Memoirs of the Great Creator took a mere 4 months to write, which was a pure joy, every minute of it. In no uncertain terms this work changed my entire perception of the World and the Universe beyond it. The first several chapters are Earth shatteringly revealing! Even though the book is fiction, the ideals are astonishing! Now, before I go any further, some of you may be reading this to yourselves saying "He acts like someone else wrote it." I wrote the book with my own hand, true, and the thoughts came from my own mind. I can only say this. I was priveleged to be allowed to write this work. The short stories and poems were more of my own construction. The bulk of this book though was transcibed by me, through the spirit of the Great Creator. Never in my life have I been a breath..s distance from the infinite source of all life and it makes complete sense! There are no contradictions, no double standards, nothing to indicate that these ideals could have been concieved by any human being alone. I kept every word exactly to the letter as I heard it, with the exception of a couple of typos on my part that I immediately corrected, you are reading the original, first and only draft! As I read back through the manuscript it was as though I were reading it for the first time!
Every manuscript I write, including Exodus to Genesis, is written down by me in a notebook or several. When I am writing I am actually projected to that place in time where the story occurs, I feel the sunlight and smell the rain, and I write it down in my notebook because I could never type as fast as the thought comes to me, one after the other. With Memoirs, I wrote as a blind, deaf-mute, I did not think, I did not question, I just wrote. When I had finished, I could not believe the gift that had been bestowed upon me!
In this book, you will read how the Great Creator was formed and came into being, how energy was formed, and why we are here at all. Some other areas of the book include how to make the most of your mind and your spirit, what the Great Creator thinks about our world that we live in, there is even a chapter that explains why there is darkness and why it is allowed, more to the point, how it can be stopped, by us. There is a very clear story, not a parable but an even that explains what can happen when there is an over abundance of darkness and the measures that are taken by the Great Creator to stop it from spreading and disrupting the delicate balance even further. This book tells how every prayer is answered and some carbons, as the Great Creator calls us don..t realise that we have been acknowledged. This book discusses death, birth, heaven, darknesses use of justification to ensnare us. This is not by any means based on one particular religion or faith but all of the universal truths we ask about every day. Memoirs tells how to overcome addictions and stress. It even tells how to deal with awkward personal confrontations. I cannot begin to go into every subject here, but I can say that it is so simple to comprehend. When the message ended, I was found coming up short on pages, but I had some short stories and poetry that fit right in to the book perfectly.
This Book is available at Amazon.com using the following information when ordering--- Memoirs of the Great Creator (From Infancy to Infinity) by AI-AH
ISBN13: 978-0-7388-6273-6 (Trade Paperback)
ISBN: 0-7388-6273-8 (Trade Paperback)
Pages: 161
Subject: FICTION / General
Table of Contents
Introduction 11
Chapter 1 Darkness Abounds 15
Chapter 2 Toddling Gently 19
Chapter 3 Pix, Flux, and the Vitality of Translators 24
Chapter 4 The Judgment of Jatan 29
Chapter 5 The Final Decision is Made in Favor of Jatan (Why is death allowed?) 34
Chapter 6 Life After Death, Question's and Answers 40
Chapter 7 Meeting Yourself and Antiparadox Reincarnation 46
Chapter 8 Universal Principles and Laws 50
Chapter 9 Telepresence--(Physically being in one place and visiting another) 55
Chapter 10 Rearing the Young of the Future 59
Chapter 11 What is Reincarnation? 65
Chapter 12 Are you Ready? 72
Chapter 13 Pre-Conditioning 79
Chapter 14 Lyrical Inkspots 86
Chapter 15 Andy's Shanty 103
Chapter 16 One of Life's Little Detours 114
Chapter 17 Dying World 128
Chapter 18 Parallel 140
Chapter 19 The Prophetess 151
Here is a chapter excerpt---Memoirs of the Great Creator
(From Infancy to Infinity)
by AI-AH
CHAPTER TWO;
~TODDLING GENTLY~
My exuberance was soon quelled by the factor that by attempting to create answers in the form of simply willing it, I had created twelve responses to questions I already knew the answers to. ..There must be a benefit to these twelve fragments, other than a blissful wall of silence, what could it be?' I thought to myself.
"The silence is not gone, it only grows stronger with every revolution of your being, they wish to speak to you or rather to their center or creator as it were . . ."
These twelve fragments were translating the sentients' language and reading my thoughts, which is acceptable, considering I have nothing to conceal from myself or anything for that matter, though, how did . . . Of course, I asked myself.
What am I attempting to tell myself?—At that moment, I felt another energy ball trying to eminate from inside of me, I held it deep down in my center, not allowing it to escape, instead, forcing it to implode within my center, which it did, instead of imploding though, it sifted through my being, increasing my size by two as well as the sentients and the fragments, those bursts were meant to be self replicating nourishment, which I would not have known if I were not so concerned with what I was sending out into the apparent void. Now, back to the question at hand, ..Why are these sentient spheres trying to contact me so desperately?'
Once again, the translators harmonized the answer, telling me that in no uncertain terms, if I did not expand the spiral, I would asphyxiate them, in turn, ending my own existance, which I have no doubt that I did not come to this place to expire, rather to grow and mature . . . With that, I took in and exhaled several energy releases, spiraling the spinning parts of my being into a massive swirl, sending them some distance away from myself and each other. From the looks of what had occured next I had performed my first task in just the right moment.
As I saw the spirals growing as I did with each inner energy burst, they began to self-replicate with fragments of their own, and with the growth of those fragments, they too spiraled once again into a space of their own.
All of the glowing sentients, although far off, are still dependent on relaying their whereabouts to me and it became my responsibility to comply.
I continued to grow larger from the energy bursts within my being though they went from erratic, unpredictable implosions, becoming rapid and quite uncomfortable, to slow and steady as any heartbeat.
As all of this was occuring I could not help asking myself, why?What could be my purpose for existing? Am I doomed to this existance to be alone? Was I unique? Or one of myriads who felt the same isolation where only patience and these sentient antennae could at one point bring us together.
In addition to my thoughts and constant energy flow, imploding like a well timed reactor, the solid spheres continued to eminate from my being, which I can only assume are are waste of some sort, some small, some large, some colliding, some bursting into flames, all hurtling out into the space which was once void, now filled with bright, luminesant fragments of myself.
While continuing to grow larger in mass, I was still a frightened toddler with no one to hold me when I fell, if I would cry out, only my creations could hear me, knowing even less than I did . . . I was in no uncertain terms, a prisoner without having committed a crime. My antennae sentients, as their generations grew more and more numerous, spiraling outward further and further, with the length of time from their original, quite unique vibrations, becoming longer a distance away . . . My translators still relayed messages and requests at the frequency of a speeding neuron in the mind.
The once darkened space was now littered with flickering ponts of light, beginnings and endings, advancement and dormancy, it all happened so quickly, when the requests for answers on a particular plane came in a form of all my translators speaking at once, I had to learn to file away the queries, answering the most crucial questions first and moving down the line to the most mediocre.
Simply because I am the origin of life as far as I am aware, by no means implied that I knew all of the answers, in fact some of the original questions, I am still pondering to date. Trying to unravel the riddles like a puzzlebox . . . I remember when I experienced my first and only burst of darkness that eminated from me in my infancy, which stemmed directly from a barrage of questions that I was being pummelled with repeately.
It had become clear that the sentients had grown accustomed to living on the surfaces of my solid, spherical excretions, which many times would stop or collide with others, creating what they refer to as galaxies or clusters. Which had explained a great deal about why some of the flickering lights had become more solid and brighter than others.
To the point—My sentients had developed life on these spheres, which I can only assume was instinctual out of neccesity or boredom, nonetheless, they were on the surfaces, evolving from what carbon materials they could forage and use, including heat, liquids, and gases that had formed on the surfaces.
As my sentients formed from larvae to carbon life, their questions were not stifled by this process, rather, more frequent. In addition, my carbon sentients were repeatedly asking questions that I had given the answers to when they were in their energy forms and that they had subsequently forgotten during their transition process . . . In any case, the sentient antennae that continued to eminate from my being, the new generations, which are my first priority, were asking the same questions, mainly, "why am I here?" In which my response was, "so that we may grow from each other's experiences, ever expanding and learning from each other's successes and errors." In any event, I had a fit of anger and frustration as any child does, only that lapse of reason created an irreperable rift that I regret to this point and have througout eternity . . . I will never forget as much as I wish I could, the moment I let my anger get the best of me. At one point, I was answering questions and recieving messages from my sentients about their new experiences, feeling bliss and pure happiness in their carbon forms, yet asking me for answers about simple things, what to do in co-existing circumstances, how to locate sustinanace in particular conditions, how to raise their young the best way, growing evermore slothish in nature. I developed an explosive sense of envy and rage at their lacadasical oblivion, in the most literal sense you could imagine. When that explosion occured, a dark, pitch black eminated from my center, purely by accident, though in this case there it was, darkness incarnate. It was as though my center had developed a deteriorating condition that would have been terminal to my own center when the hatred had come full circle.
When the dark being began consuming, devouring the light sentients and their worlds one by one, I did not see the sentients as appendages, which they no longer were by any measure, even though they stemmed from my being directly, they became my children. I had become the parent and I was not about to allow my young to be abandoned and left for lost to a creature that I had inadvertantly unleashed on my young.
As my attention quickly focused away from my own safety to that of the sentients who were my children, I remembered how concerned I was when the large rocky spheres were hurtling outward from me, I did not want anything to be injured from a thing that I had been accountable for.
I eminated a long compassionate sigh and with that breath of empathy, a light being came from my center, a sentient that knew not of envy, hatred, or spite, this light being was incapable of such shadows, it gleamed reassuringly that it would follow the path of the dark one and bring light back to all infinity, forever, regardless of how long the task would take it would be done.
Not all of the darkworlds became light though, moreso, there grew to be an equal number of dark and light realms which was balance. Now, I was forced to keep this balance in tact by answering questions from both sides, which was my unwanted obligation. I needed an objective point of view, for the bulk of making these far more complicated decisions, so became Pix and Flux. Who became crucial in making unbiased judgements in matters that I could not, in my center, make without having some sort of underlying motive, driven by light, trying to tip the scales of pure balance in my favor.
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