translated:
Tani Jantsang
The Eternal Parent, wrapped in invisible robes slumbered.
Time was not, for it lay asleep in the infinite bosom of duration. Space was
not, for there was no place or point. Darkness alone filled the Boundless All.
And the Darkness was One.
The Seven Sublime Forms and the Five Truths were not yet,
and the universe, the child of Necessity, had not yet been breathed out. Alone,
the One Form of Being stretched boundless, infinite, causeless, in dreamless
sleep. And life pulsated unconscious, throughout that all-presence. The Great
Wheel was not yet. The Dark Formers and the Luminous Forms, were not yet. The
Forms that come from No-form rested in the bliss of eternal non-being. And
the Darkness was One.
A vibration thrills through Darkness, expanding within and
without, touching the whole Universe which was now an embryo in Darkness. Then,
the Ray flashed out into a web of 7 lights, and the 5 truths molded the whole
into LIFE. Yet still, the Darkness was One.
And the Cosmos was born from the web, a woven fabric of
many colors and tones. And the cloth was woven perfectly, no color dominated,
yet none were the same; no tones were the same, yet all were harmonious; all
blended in a variegated ever-changing cloth, whose capacity for infinite change
was proof of the miracle of life.
And man was part of this woven fabric of life. And all man
had to do to delight in this gift of life, was BE. But man was not content with
the harmony in the fabric. And so man tried to change the fabric of the cloth
and found that this was easy. Man wanted to have the blues dominate over the
reds, to get rid of the greens and yellows; he wanted there to be the same tones,
not different tones. And though most of the tones were gone, man found that
what remained was a discordant, disharmonious noise that caused him much unrest.
And finally, there was nothing left but a torn up, shredded, scrap of cloth:
what remained of the fabric that was man. Yet still, the Darkness was One.
NOTE: the real end is "proof of the miracle of life."
I wrote the last paragraph in the 1960s and it was performed this way to music
I also wrote.
NOTE: This is a standard Eastern cosmogenesis, e.g., the Hindu
one. Blavatsky got a hold of it lied about what it was and who showed it to
her, and then invented a bunch of caca which is a mish mash of Hindu and Chinese
to add to it and published it claiming she got it from secret masters. She never
thought anyone from those areas of the world would come here and know the cosmogenesis.
From my view of what she did, she Christianitized it, no mystery there. She
never even went to Tibet.
