Creating a planet: Coloura

Watching Father form a new world...

“Father, what are you doing?” I asked as I began the dive.

“Making things,” he answered.

“Do all worlds take 6 days to make like ours?”

“No. Imagine a world that I spent more than 6 days on...” He paused, before making a new point. “I don’t always work at the same pace. A four-day-world might not be equivalent to your four days of creation, they might have only been half-days so it might be a micro world comparatively.”

When he said this I knew he was not referring to the worlds actual size but comparative diversity and complexity. I also knew that there are likely worlds more complex even than our own, those may have taken much time to create. “Oh. Can I watch?”

He nodded and I climbed up onto his lap to watch the Creator make a world.

At first I saw only water flowing from the tips of each finger, the little streams arched out in front of his hands then merged together, until eventually they flowed down, creating the river that flows from the throne. But then I saw a planet move from somewhere towards him so that it hovered in front of him. “We must warm it’s heart,” he said. He shook his hands and put them to his sides for a moment, and the flow of water stopped. Then he pulled the planet from where it had been, (slightly off to his side,) to it’s place, hovering directly in front of himself. He put his hands on it and looked at it, clearly studying it. He sighed to himself as if thinking about what he would do and how he would work with the seemingly small planet. The planet fit between his gigantic hands like a basketball would between our own. He tilted it one way and then another while studying it. The surface reminded me of a landscape in Arizona, it was a light brownish color and covered entirely with rock and upcroppings and perhaps some sand, though I couldn’t be sure about the sand part. He breathed on the planet, and what happened next surprised me. Suddenly the planet sprouted two little eyes on it, these immediately opened, blinked and looked at him with a look not of confusion, but understanding and intelligence. I immediately understood that the planet had come to life. I watched, and a minute later I saw a few more pairs of eyes sprout on the planet, there was a pair near each of its’ poles and another pair somewhere in the northern hemisphere. I did not know if there were others on the side I could not see.

“Hello,” said the planet, in a child-like voice.

“Hello,” crooned Father. “I am your Maker.”

“Hello,” said the planet again, seeming to acknowledge what it had just been told.

“They call me Father, for I father all.”

“Faaather,” the planet repeated, it paused. “Hello Father.”

“Would you like to hold life on you?” Father asked. “For planets are like little islands in the sea of space.”

The planet blinked and looked down and to the side as it thought about this. It looked back at him. “Yes! What kind of life?”

“You shall see,” Father said. “Only, you must care for the creatures and be kind to them, for they have taken up residence on you. This is your task and your oath. Are you willing?”

“Yes,” it said to him, it’s open eyed expression reminding me of the earnestness of a child.

“First we must teach you things.” Father told it.

I blinked in awe while watching. Then Father turned to me, “this is what it means to hover over something. It means to teach and instruct, for this is what a Father does when he is teaching his child. He hovers over the child while they attempt their new craft, and he attentively watches and instructs, helping them to do it just right. It is a deep kind of relationship.”

My jaw fell open and I said nothing. I then watched what happened with wonder.

First, the planet was whisked into some nearby secret chamber to be told hidden secrets. I saw angels come to take it into the chamber but I did not see Father move though I sensed he was in this chamber with it along with the large grayish-blue angels who had taken it there. After a few brief moments the planet was brought out and returned to it’s place in front of the Father. I watched as a the planet took on an expression of fierce concentration and it began to tremble as it tried to do it’s task. Though it was not a trembling with fear, but with effort and focus. As it shook a change began. Something was oozing up from beneath the surface and flowing slowly into puddily streams across it. The oozy-thick liquid began to spread out across pockets of the planet’s surface and the liquid seemed to be laden with much dark dirt. The little planet made a little moan and shook a bit harder.

“Easy,” I heard Father say. The trembling lessened and the oozing slowed, the planet let out a sigh with the effort. The dirt-water had several springs across the planet and each had a puddle, then a stream coming from its’ source. The dirt water was slowly spreading out across the face of the planet.

Everything is alive. I thought to myself. It seems like everything he makes is alive...

Father looked over at me abruptly, clearly in reaction to perceiving my thoughts. “Of course it is, I am after all the God of the living, not the dead.” His tone suggesd I should have already known this because it was obvious.

Oh. I thought.

Father turned back to the planet.

Suddenly it seemed as if time had passed and I had missed it, as if I had phased out or fallen asleep. I looked at the planet and the thick brown goo was over all of it’s surface save for the rocky up-croppings. Father was whispering things back and forth with the planet, but I couldn’t tell what he said.

Father looked over at me and smiled. “Would you like to name the planet?”

I blinked, stunned by the question. “Uh, isn’t it too early for that?” I asked, thinking the planet should be more formed or covered in plants or something first.

“No,” Father said. “It is just the right time, for what you name it, that it will become, so you must name the thing before it is fully formed. This will guide it’s development. To name a thing is to call it – call it into what it should be.”

I thought for a moment. “But I thought we were just rulers over our own earth for now?”

“I won’t tell,” Father winked at me.

I burst out laughing. “Point taken.” I paused to think, But I know so little about it (the planet.) How should I know how to name it…. I wondered to myself.

“Can you see a thing in your mind before it happens?” Father asked me.

“Yes.” I answered.

“So it is with the birth of all things, for all things start as thought. And so this is why I make all things with an intelligence, all things living. For without thoughts they would not be able to really make anything. If they are to be your servants or anything else for that matter then they must be able to reason and think so that they can do things.”

I scrunched my face in thought. “I didn’t think animals and things like that really created things, I thought that was part of how we humans differed from other beings?”

“Ah, but to do a thing requires thought.” Father interjected. “The animals do not make things on the same level as you do, but they do reproduce, or make things in the earth, little dens and such, it is just on a much lower level. They do not reason on the same level as you, though to raise them up into that would not be a bad thing.”

“Things start as an idea,” he continued, “then they become a reality. So things should have thoughts, though on what level -well, that varies. Now, back to our planet, can you see in your mind what it might become?”

I began to imagine possibilities for a world, first I saw a lush green place with slow waterfalls and streams, then I began imagining a new idea for it, I saw sparkle-filled crystals growing up out of the surface, like rock pillars coming out of the earth. I began thinking of how the earth was named to help me understand the concept, then I realized it was her defining feature she was named for. She is covered in rich earth, and that even we are made from her soil. So, I decided that this planet should be named by it’s defining feature, or vibe, once I had fleshed out what it would be in more detail.

I began to invision the planet - the hardness of the crystals was contrasted by soft mosses growing along the ground and in between some of the crystals. The moss was silver on it’s lower and very outer edges while the top was a rusty red. The rust stood in contrast to all the other colors in the world. The soft red felt comforting, yes that was the color it should be…

There were little trees reminiscent of weeping willows their branches drooping from a cover of soft, carpetey moss which grew around the last foot or so of the branch. This gave the branches an appearance similar to cat-tails. Some of the trees has a pale blue moss and others silver. The gems were in various soft pastels. Then some of the mountain-sized crystals became hollow, so that they could be homes and great halls for the inhabitants who would dwell there. At the top of the crystals their structure changed and became thin, some with over-sized pockmarks at the ceiling which allowed for the light of a sun to come through the peaks.

I imagined small little flames, but they were cold flames that emitted no heat, some were light purple, others light blue, both with silvery-white tipping. These fires burned naturally in various places both inside and out of the crystals. I wondered if the flames would serve some useful function much like our plants that emit oxygen?

The sky? The sky had bolts of lightning that moved across it, but not with rain, instead these danced across the sky like our auroras.

In many areas the ground was covered with moss and dotted with gigantic crystals instead of mountains. Other places were covered with colored shells and smooth stones, like a dry lake bed. Then I felt a gentle impression come onto me from Father: the stage had been set. This was the context for whatever plants or creatures or anything else that might be created onto it. This was the backdrop upon which all else would be painted. I stopped and looked up at Father in response to the sense he had given me.

“Can you see the thing in your mind’s eye?” he whispered into my thoughts.

I nodded, though I knew he had been watching my thoughts the whole time I imagined the world.

“Good, now step back, look it over and name it appropriately,” he told me.

I zoomed out with my mind’s eye and looked at the landscape. It felt soft and open, yet it was punctuated by beautiful color, the crystals and even the beds of shells and rocks didn’t feel as harsh here as I would have expected, but rather beautiful and welcoming. But what to call it? Should I name it after it’s crystals? Or maybe it’s rainbow patches of shells and rocks. Then I realized both features were awash with color, I should name it “Coloura” after it’s colors. I smiled and looked up with Father. “Coloura?” I said raising my eyebrows.

Father smiled, “It sounds beautiful.”

I found myself wondering how much Father would make it the way I had imagined, and how much he would just follow the essence and the name, but I supposed that either way it would be great.

Father smiled at me. “Now why don’t you skee-daddle, I have some work to do forming this planet.”

Though I wanted to learn how he did it, I realized I had seen and learned enough for one day. “All right.” I acquiesced.

Father held out his arms, “not without a hug first though!”

I smiled and climbed into his arms before wandering off to explore.

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Dive Date: June 27 2021

Written by Willow Lothlórien