“Father Noah,” I said, “are you telling me that there IS more than one God, after all?”

“Do you know what rain is, Abram? It is love, and that is the force that builds the Universe.

“Long ago, long, long ago, the Sky loved the Earth. Their love for each other was so all-consumptive that life could not flourish. So the older gods, the ones that dwell nowhere, created Air the burning spear and thrust it between the two lovers. So they say in Ur.”

“When God wanted to rebuild the universe, all he did was remove the barrier. He let the Universe return to its original state. He recreated the beginning. And I, Abram, I was there to see it.”

“No, Abram, no. There is no other. You of all people should know that. What God is is the harmony which underlies the universe. But harmony is not creative. What is balanced does not progress forwards but stays in its perfect stasis. There are not two gods. He separated Himself from Himself to create a space for life to bloom.”

“I saw it as a man and woman. Some see it as pantheons. Each is the obvious result of what must happen for creation to occur. The love which makes the universe is not the love which joined the earth and the sky when they shared their endless moment before creation. It is not the love of the union of the Earth and the Sky. It’s the greater love, which willfully chose to sacrifice that love to allow a universe to grow.”

“And we move, unknowing, unbidden, towards that unity we came from, that parentage we do not know. And with our lives, brick after brick, we rebuild this broken world, as God once did in the rain.”

“We are each a part of God and He is within us. And every molecule of our being strives to return, though we don’t know why.”

“And when we succeed, that will be our destruction. We hurtle towards our own end to the glorious culmination that is what we most fear and most unconsciously seek to rebuild. And all of us will be reassumed into the great double-headed body of the heavens.”

“And you are wondering Abram, you have wondered. How do you worship a God who asks for nothing.You worship him by following him, by making the sacrifice He made. He said that He made man in His image. It would be fairer to say He created man to seek for his image. To find it…”

“My lord,” I said, “How do I find what you speak of?”



Just then a door opened and the voice of Melchizedek, King of Salem, spoke. “It is in everything, and every one.”