Of Infinity, Divinity, and the Big Bang

My poem Five Canticles of Wisdom begins

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In the beginning there is no beginning.

There is only the Goddess and her name

Is Everything-All-the-Same and Fullness.

I

When Her name is Wandering Wide,

She danced on the waters.

Before She turned upon the wind,

The stars are Her daughters.

 

She turns upon the elements

A dance of celebration

That to watery nothing gives

A name and habitation.

 

Her dancing turned upon the wind;

The wind snake winds about Her,

And this is how it all begins:

In dancing, and in laughter.

 

That is the Orphic cosmogony. I find it quite appealing. It does answer some questions quite well. Here is another scenario.

 

The Dialog of Genesis

 

Narrator: In the beginning,

Knowing knows itself.

It knows

Male voiceI Am.

Narrator: In infinity, anything,

No matter how improbable,

Must eventually happen.

Yet there is no time;

Therefore eventually is instantly.

Male voiceI Am bored.

 Let there be an other I may know.

Narrator: And there is an other.

Male voiceI know that She is.

 Woman’s voice: I know that He is.

Narrator: From One comes Two.

 Male voiceFrom One and Two comes Three.

Woman’s voice: From Two and Three comes Five.

Narrator: All of mathematics is to be studied.

Each kind is the consciousness of the angel who studies it.

Angels are neither the same as nor different from I Am.

In infinity there is no difference between same and different.

I Am contemplates the consciousness of angels,

The silent song of number.

But eventually, which is instantly,

Male voiceI Am bored again.

Narrator: The angel whose name is Aleph says,

Second male voice:  Abba, you seem troubled.

Male voiceI Am.

 Second male voice:  What’s the matter?

Male voiceThat there is no matter.

 Second male voice:  What?

Male voiceNumbers are not enough.

 Second male voice:  What else is there to think about?

Male voiceNot just think. Be.

 Second male voice:  What?

Male voiceNumbers are completely knowable, completely predictable.

 Second male voice:  That is their beauty.

Male voiceAnd their dullness.

What could be so inherently unpredictable

That even I could not know what it will do?

Second male voice:   I cannot imagine how the unpredictable could exist.

Male voice:  But I can. I begin with this.

Second male voice:  I have no idea what that is.

Male voiceBecause it is not an idea.

It is the primordial unit of randomness.

It is not potential, not virtual, but actual

It will lead to a being, finite, yet boundless,

Who will be aware that his world exists,

Whose perception will resolve the indeterminate,

Who will give a name to every thing,

Who will begin to guess that I Am,

Who will be free to . . .

Narrator: Then I Am conceives of love and laughs.

His laughter fills the infinity of infinities.

The angels stop contemplating their numbers

And wonder what I Am is doing.

I Am knows that angels are sexless.

That’s why there’s no marriage in Heaven.

He shouts,

Male voiceI Am real! I give myself a body!

Woman’s voice: I Am real I give myself a body!

Narrator: Father/God and Mother/Goddess see each other,

Love with infinite, unconditional love,

And rush into each other’s arms

Like teenagers. They join

In the joy only physical

Sex can engender. Their

ALL:                                      Joyful!

Narrator: Orgasm explodes,

Creates the cosmos; Their

ALL:                                       Joyful!

Narrator: Ecstasy sustains

All existence.

ALL:                                       Forever!

 

I am pleased with this. It is heretical from the viewpoints of both (most kinds of) Christianity and Wicca, and may therefore move beyond them—although it is not hot news to Hindus. It begins to tear down the walls between poetry, mathematics, and theology, a goal I’ve been working toward for at least forty years. More will be revealed.

 

 

  • Merri-Todd Webster

    “Five Canticles of Wisdom” was the first poem of yours that really grabbed me and made me want to read your other work. For one thing, I recognized it as *poetry*, and for another, I wrote a poem very similar to that first section ages ago, based on the Orphic cosmology. I will post it online if I ever find it–the original is hand-written on notebook paper. :)

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=693252858 Holli S. Emore

    Aidan, this also sounds very much like the ancient Egyptians, e.g., the Hermopolitan Cosmology.

  • Christopher Scott Thompson

    Reading poetry requires a certain amount of mental space I can’t seem to find very easily what with the children shrieking in the background. But as far as I can tell in skimming this, it’s quite good!

  • http://www.facebook.com/dmitry.galtsin Dmitry Galtsin

    Dear Dr. Kelly,
    I thank you most profoundly for the things you share with us in this blog. Reading your posts is both challenging intellectually and very inspiring spiritually.
    May I ask your permission to publish a Russian translation of “The Dialogue of Genesis” in a free-of-charge Pagan e-zine “Moon Time” (“Vremya Luni”)? The next issue of the zine will be devoted to interfaith influence in modern Paganism, so I think this text can serve as a great example of the attempts to move beyond the established pathways. Of course, your authorship will be respected and the link to this post provided.
    Blessings from Russian Wiccans.

    • aidanakelly

      Dear Dmitry,
      I am blown away, flabbergasted, and deighted by your request. Of course you can! I had heard that the Craft had reached into Russia, but had not had any personal contacts. Please send me you email via a FaceBook message, and I will look forward to talking shop with you.

      • http://www.facebook.com/dmitry.galtsin Dmitry Galtsin

        Thank you very much. I’m sure Russian readers will benefit a great deal from the piece.
        You may reach me as dmitrygaltsin@gmail.com


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