God was there before the beginning. She was planning the beginning. Working closely with Her Council to design and create the worlds. At least, one new world, a test run of sorts. She had it all laid out, from start to finish. Six days. With a seventh on standby, just in case. The concept of days wasn’t yet created for this new world, so time was a little mushy around the edges.
She poured over the plans, pulling the pen from behind Her ear to make a few last corrections before they got to it the next morning before they entered the timeless space of creation.
She was up. She leapt out of bed, giddy with excitement. She quickly got ready and headed over to workspace.
“Alright everyone. It’s time to get to it. We’ve got a world to build. Homes to make.”
That first day, She fearlessly led Her crew as they mined out the darkness, making space for the light. They worked tirelessly to separate the two, dividing them sharply. At least, that was the intent. The darkness miners were a little careless and create some grey spaces that no one quite knew what to do with, that seemed to defy the binary of light and dark that they were hoping to make a theme of for this new world.
“Huh,” She mused, looking over the day’s work, “I dig this shades of grey stuff we’ve got going on. I was a little disappointed it upset the stark black and white vibe we initially set up, but this should make things interesting. Let’s run with it.”
And that was the first day.
She was in the trenches the next morning, working tirelessly alongside Her team as they worked to make some space for the light and dark to inhabit that signaled to the future inhabitants what was up, but didn’t radically disrupt their lives.
She’d decided to place the light and darkness up above, out of the reach of these future creatures. Placing the dangerous light and darkness on the top shelf, like a jar of secret cookies. For safekeeping. And perhaps to dangle in front of them as an inspiration to reach new heights, quite literally.
And that was day two, dividing the heavens and the earth.
God was ready to get to the good stuff. She was a little tired of all the manual labor of these past two days and wanted to get to making things.
She had her Council get to work on the Land, using Her plans that she’d been tweaking, while she spent Her time working the water. The water was calm and wild and vast and so complex. The water contained everything. Or it would. She paid particular attention to the movements, to the crash of the waves on the coast, the flow of the rivers, the smooth reflectiveness of the lakes. And She fiddled with the scent for hours. Wanting to give the ocean that right balance of bite to entice people to come back and back, to feel called to the waters.
And that was the third day.
She’d decided that the light and darkness divide was a little too simplistic. She wanted something to contain the light in, to set scattered throughout the darkness. She developed two classes of containers (though the first had a subclass that evolved essentially to be its own class of light)—stars and the moon. The stars were everywhere, with huge variation. Some small, some large. One, standing out from the rest, so close to where they were playing around, that they started calling it their son, then The Son.
And that was the fourth day.
Time to breathe some real life into this thing. She was excited. The water and the heavens would get some life.
Once again, She worked with the water. She was drawn to it. Something about the water spoke to Her (and obviously, Her Council used Her work to bring the birds into existence).
She breathed into the ocean, Her fingers twirling through the matter, as Her breathe brought new, yet unseen life to be. She dove down to the depths and walked along the sea floor, stopping every now and then to pay attention to creatures so odd and strange and horrifying that may go millennia without recognition or contact or the love that others would get. Yet, down here, buried beneath the waves, in a new found quiet, there was something lovely about the strangeness, about these creatures that seemed otherworldly, existing.
She began to swim back up to the surface, stopping to add a
few finishing touches to a wildly colored creature, granting them the power to
launch their claws through the ocean almost faster than She could travel
through time and space.
“Here,” She said as She played with their eyes, “Now, you’ll be able to see countless colors, untold light and beauty. You will be blessed with beauty and strength; you are the harbinger of blood-soaked rainbows.”
She swam to the surface and gazed longingly at the fowls filling the air.
And that was the fifth day.
The big day was here. The Deadline. Hopefully, everything kept going according to Her meticulously prepared plan.
Her Council got right to work on the animals (well, everything besides the fish and birds). She popped in here and there with some tweaks.
“Nah, that one should be more like a duck and a beaver, but with a poison claw. Oh, yes, that one needs to be aloof, holds its head very high. Ah, yeah, just, uh, whatever you want with those tiny ones…absurdly strong? Sure, go for it.”
She was preparing the magnum opus.
She was fierce at work shaping the dust into life.
She puzzled over the two shapes She was simultaneously working on.
“Something’s not quite right, here.”
She leaned over to the one on the left and pulled a chunk out of the side, then walked over to the body on the right and started working it in.
“Ah, yes, that’s better. More equal distribution of life. Hopefully that sticks.”
She pressed Her head to their temples, one hand on each of their heads and breathed out. As Her breath passed over them, it began to fill them with life. They started to move and live.
She stepped back.
“We did it. I did it. Uh, uh, wow.”
She watched, barely containing her enthusiasm as they moved and sat up and began to notice they’re surroundings. And finally, Her.
“Hi. Yes, hello. I am God and this is Planet Bob.”
The Council chuckled and nudged Her.
“Earth, yes, this is Earth. Your home. Look around you. All these shapes and colors are so that life doesn’t hurt so badly, which it inevitably will. So take advantage of what you see. You are meant to care for it. All of it. Which I get is a heavy responsibility for two freshly created, still stunned beings, but I believe in you.”
And that was the sixth day.
It was finished.
She looked out over all Creation. Checking the final product against Her plans.
She put them away and just took it all in.
“Daaaaaaaaaaamn,” She whistled, “It is good.”
And that was the seventh day.