She Will Be Loved

The Creator had never been a doctor, or a professor, or any of the other stereotypical bullshit that media conveys these people to be. These people, these people are gold and I've got news for you, we will not have many of them. We are knee deep in the nobodies, people like you and me. We won't make any difference and we're fine with that.

But then there are the geniuses, the ones who by some chance have been given the exact combination of thoughts and ideas, as well as the integrity to follow them through to produce: an idea. A perfect idea, one not composed from the scraps of greater mortals, but as if from thin air they are forged in the casting iron of the mind.

The Creator is one of these, but he is better. The Creator is better than all the geniuses. And no you stupid fucks! I don't mean God! Abandon your gods; this is a spiritual matter, a place with no room for Gods. Shove your crucifixes and Stars of David up your ass; I have tasted the essence, the absolute purity of what can be done with ideas.

The Creator will not be named in this piece out of my pure respect for him. I hesitate to refer to him as a "him". Gender has no issue here, though yes, all you males think you are a stronger sex even though you don't say it and yadda yadda yadda you think this could prove you right. Well you're wrong. In this little story I'm going to unfold I'll show you why you're wrong.

The reason that I believe ideas and thoughts are the most important things to exist is because of The Creator. It would insult him and the basic fundamentals of life to label him as white/black, straight/gay, young/old. Even the most liberal on the outside often have deep seeded psychological fear of a certain group so it will affect you. The Creator has no walls that can capture him.

Now I'm not going to take too much of your time, we're both busy people and the whole point of me going on about this topic is to try and convey what made The Creator so different. He was a commander of Philosophy. He had no money and never needed any. I was the weaker and younger man back then and though possessions meant something.

I assure you right here and now, although I cannot ever hope to reach the heights of brilliance I am trying so hard. It's like climbing a mental mountain that has an invisible peak. What's more you don't know what's at the peak.

So there we were. Young, impressionable, me had found The Creator by chance one time. Or it seemed to be chance, The Creator made chance seem like impossibility but simultaneously ruled out the absurdity of "fate".

His project for today was thus: Create the most beautiful human to have ever lived. The Creator was an artist. He summoned every single fraction of his imaginative power and created for her a gorgeous body. Again colour is not an issue here, nor is many of the other things you may consider. We won't waste time on petty descriptions. I have a feeling that when anyone looked at her we would see something else from all the others. A diamond that shone differently from different angles in the light but it was impossible to make this diamond look ugly.

One thing I will say; in her eyes was the secret of the whole universe.

The Creator created for her a beautiful dress to wear, and even turned around so she could put it on without fear of us watching. Into her body he poured a most caring and compassionate soul, a sparkling sense of humour, a voice to turn nations and a spirit that could burn in nothingness. When she laughed, you couldn't stand because your knees would collapse with joy; when she cried, you would fear your tears would drain your body completely of water.

Now The Creator would watch his Creation walk amongst the normal people. We waited at the door, a nice sunny day. Before she walked out she turned to me and hugged and kissed me on the cheek. The feeling was not arousal but a content satisfaction with existence. Not being aware, not being alive but just being.

The Creator and I walked several paces behind her as she happily walked to the nearest town centre. The first person she found was a homeless man, half asleep in the hot sun. She leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear. His face straightened out and his mouth hung open in awe. A single tear rolled down his face.

She went on and on, saying barely a few words; occasionally just touching people and suddenly this canvas of grey became the most vivid piece of art. Colours everywhere, everyone smiling and happy.

I turned to The Creator and he had the warmest look in his eyes. This woman could end wars, promote peace and help all of mankind. This could be one of the most important moments of all time.

It happened so quickly. One man punched another. And that man punched back. And it escalated. Women, men, children all began punching each other. Hair was pulled out, teeth flew to the floor. Blood trickled over the street.

The Creator looked in at her. She was there in the middle. She was crying at what everyone was doing. She stood and looked down and all the people hurting each other. Then a loud cry came, "She started this! It was her!" and the mass pounced.

As all the people jumped on her, she must have been in the worst agony and had tears rolling down her eyes. The last moment that I saw her in, she smiled at me. Isn't that funny? She smiled.

The Creator's face was dark. If he wanted to cry I couldn't tell. He turned to me and whispered in my ear. He'd known what he was going to say but told me he didn't know when to say it.

He told me what he had to do.

With the death of what he had planned to be something truly magnificent, he had come to the point where he must help us.

He faced the fighting crowd and kneeled down. He looked up into the sky and closed his eyes. Now I swear on my life this all happened.a blinding light came from his body and when I lowered my hand from my eyes he had vanished.

At once the people stopped fighting. They looked confusedly down at their hands covered in blood. And each and every last one of them began to cry.

The reason those people had turned is because there is happiness everywhere. Even before that day they could have found it. They chose to reject it. They even made a point of fighting happiness. They preferred to live in ignorance and stupidity instead of awareness and clarity. The creation for them was a pure concentrated symbol of what they couldn't bring themselves to trust. So they did what every person does to things they cannot face.

They destroyed her.

In that moment, I knew what The Creator had done. Using his mind power, his boundless creativity and understanding, he undid himself. He reduced himself to a state that is fundamental in its purity. He then made himself actually become a new level of consciousness in humans.

A consciousness that allows us to fight these impostors of greed, envy, hate and pride. With this state of mind we can at last allow ourselves to be happy.

The Creator wanted it to be used in a certain way. He wanted us to make another woman. Or man. It doesn't matter. The same level of perfection but this time they will not be made from ideas, but be created from one of us. And we will be the makers.

It's been so many years, and you may be saying "Yeah right, this guys just another asshole looking for crazy followers". That's ok. This is not about responding to those kinds of things. We can achieve a new and brighter existence and the first creation will lead the way. As we grow we must realize we cannot give up on this if we want to grow as a public consciousness. We cannot give up. I will not give up.

I think, if we can, the first one to be made should be a woman. Not out of necessity but as a tribute to The Creator. As a reminder of what can happen. She'll be made by us from us. She will walk through the people again, smiling and laughing.

And this time, maybe, she will be loved.