XIX - The Sun


"In the beginning, God created Light, and you could see it for fucking miles!" * Lemmy Kilmister * Motorhead

"In the beginning, God created Lemmy, and you could hear him for fucking miles!" * julia

January 22nd:

April, finally with a moment to herself, sat cozy in her bed. Tonight was hers. Natasha was at Grandma's house. What she was about to see would change April's life. She held a remote control in each hand. Just as she pointed them toward the entertainment center, she stopped. Setting them down, one on either side of her legs, she reached over for the bottle of tequila on the nightstand. Salt, shot and lemon . . . she was ready!

Three, two, one . . .

She pressed play on each unit at the same moment. On the video, April watched The Wizard of Oz. On the stereo, Dark Side of the Moon swelled. The title faded in at the exact moment that the heart beat from the first song began. She thought of the beginning of Twister, the other tornado movie. She felt goosebumps on her arms. The voice started I've always been mad . . . as the credits for the music composers/arrangers flashed on the screen.

Hey, there's old man George . . . I wonder where he's been since I left LA.

April sat transfixed, it did correspond, the movie and the music.

Hmmm . . . I wonder . . . Dark Side of the Rainbow.

She remembered a sign at the Rainbow . . . The Hollywood Vampire Club. Its elite membership listed the legendary. Many were deceased.

No, they're not . . . They're Vampires!

She missed the sign.

Two months away was the big Party, and she hadn't heard a word from Chance, nothing. All this, for what?

Then she remembered.

In the beginning, God . . .

Where did I read that those four words added up to the number of years between creation and Christ?

April couldn't remember, all those years jumbled together in a haze of acquired knowledge. There was no way she could recall the source.

So, why bother? Was it Playboy?

She sat stunned in the aftermath of the TV viewing experience, knowing that she would have to go on-line to investigate the connection, or was there one? The milestone had been crossed, and soon she knew she had her next project. Her new baby was conceived that night as she lay alone in her bed.

Reaching for pen and paper, April tried to put her vision on the blank page before her. Her mind raced with visions.

Page One (1, Won, Juan)

The End

No, too brief . . . which brings me to my next point . . . Page Two (Too, to, Tiew) Tiew - Tuesday, named for the god of war, or the warlord.

Sunday - Day One - Here comes the sun . . . Son . . . the Sol, the soul, the sole. I am the Light . . . 186,000 miles per second, are you catching on pretty fast? Are you picking up my vibes? I know it sounds weird.

She had to locate four books for this sitting: The Bible, The Metaphysical Bible Dictionary (Unity School of Christianity), Qabalism (Dr. H. B. Pullen-Burry), and her dictionary. If she was going to attempt to write the story down, she would need all the help she could get.

In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth. Genesis 1:1

And the earth was without form and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. Gen. 1:2

And God said, Let there be light, and there was light. Gen. 1:3

And God saw the light, that it was good; and God divided the light from the darkness. Gen. 1:4

And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day. Gen. 1:5

"That's original!" April laughed at what she had written on the page. "But it is good!"

She referred to the Metaphysical Bible Dictionary first. It read: Light is the symbol of intelligence. We cannot affirm too often, "I am intelligence - I am the light of my world."

She could hear the protests from the masses already. But she wanted to note that spiritual things are spiritually perceived (Qabalism).

Jesus spoke in parables for a reason.

If the veil was lifted, Truth would blind . . . it must be a gradual process.

Qabalism again: Everyone must verify these observations for himself (herself), like the story of the Prodigal Son. April saw spiritual evolution as a full circle.

What goes down, must come up.

The fallen angel is you/me, The born-again soul is yours/mine. Whatever your path of enlightenment, whatever gets you to the light, it's alright . . . alright, just don't forget that at some time, you must go HOME.

Home is where the heart is . . . Leo rules the heart. The heart of a lion, its pride . . .

Light is a constant, time is relative . . . and the time spent with your relatives is the longest time known to man.

Spiritual enlightenment cannot be handed to you on a silver platter . . . like John the Baptist, and divinity doesn't come from an outside deity, but is a work that goes on in an individual.

The Kingdom of Heaven is within you, know thyself.

The body is God's temple.

" . . . and the screen of God's movie is time expanding."

The paradoxes that come from trying to decipher The Word, are there for a reason. Truth was concealed as it was revealed.

In the beginning . . . God said, " ."

The Word was spoken, then it was written, then it was wrong? True Spirit can't be captured, not in words, not on paper - only the essence can be discerned by the seeker.

You can't handle the Truth!

The Light brings us to the bringer of the Light . . . Prometheus . . . Lucifer. For unlawful carnal knowledge, the big apple will do. Cut it in half sideways, you'll see the star.

"Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight . . ."

Morning star, Eastern Star, how I wonder what you are . . .

Metaphysically speaking, "Jesus represents God's idea of man in expression (Son of man); Christ is that idea in the absolute (Son of God). Jesus reached a place of understanding where He realized His relation to Being."

I am he, as you are he . . .

April looked down at the page before her, under the Bible quotes which were to begin her book, all it said was Page 1. After that, the book was blank. When she peeked out of the window, she saw it was dawn.

So much for writing a novel.

To at least feel like she accomplished something in her book, she wrote:

Sun - Son

Sine - Sign

Sun Sign

It wasn't much, but it was something.

"You are pretty presumptuous to say that you are God!"

"Well, that was one of the original sins, the pride that I am God, but . . .," April told Tara, one night in the office, "believing yourself to be a god is different than being God-like, or Christ-like."

Christ, I wish she'd shut the fuck up about it! Tara didn't want to hear anything except what she came to find out. She knew she couldn't just ask the question. She would have to do her homework, research the bitch.

For April, Tara was just another in a long line of volunteers. When Kelly quit, Tara was there to pick up the pieces. At first, April didn't like her. During the interview though, she came across professional enough to seem like she could really help. Tara did help . . . at first.

While you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, it is possible to read a person and situation completely in the initial few moments of meeting. April had ignored her first impression. Or had she?

Tara was looking for evidence that this girl was after her man, and couldn't seem to find his name in the computer . . . anywhere. As it was, only a few people knew where the guest list was kept . . . and only April knew who was to play certain characters.

She asked repeatedly, but April would only smile, holding one finger to her lips. She told no one . . . and it made the sponsors nervous.

It made Tara furious.