Third session

Please start from your previous session:

The flashes and noise were every where. Every possible kind of radiation hurtling around in ever way.

‘Right, tea break over’, announced the chairman. Creators have gruesome eating habits. Apart from vortex . She did not touch a thing. She negatively radiated. Everything around her glowed. Then slowly the glow subsided.
As it did her luminosity increased.
As did her look of satisfaction.

My Ginger nemesis was a pig. He had devoured everything and anything.
He was half way through the vortex when she started to glow in a very strange way. So did he, as he also started to frazzle.
Sheepishly he let her go.

‘We will see your demonstration’ said the chairman in the re-run real time event.

There was complete emptiness.
Nothing was seen, heard or smelt.
Well that is the way it was supposed to be but dear old Ginger was adding his sight, aromas and sounds.
They were ominous.

The pin head was supposed to appear.
It was a sleight of hand from the previous run down universe.
But Ginger had objected. So fierce was his objection that he was now the center of all the proceedings.
He really lost it.
The little bugger was incandescent.
Then just as I predicted in my big bang, Ginger, my chief antagonist became unwillingly my chief protagonist.
He exploded.
It was awesome and awful.

Vortex was penetrated by the proto-energy. She let out a deep moan which was pleasant and terrifying.

At first I thought, should I say hoped, that we had lost him. But in the ripple of movement parts of Ginger slowly congealed. First globs of radiation, then globs of particles. All parts of Ginger.
A very angry Ginger who, try as he might, could never get back to that very critical time.
Every time he tried there was a flash with echoes and visions of the black ball.
In a mini particle of time he flashed his message:
‘Creation: Say so much in so little time; say it all in seven letters; two words and three ‘F’s’’ .

My Jews put a spin on it. They explained spin thus:
Everything has mass and spin. More mass lees spin. Less mass more spin.
They then studied how to get to zero mass and all spin. They called it Politics and then went on to institutionalize it in their national home.

The spin my Jews put on was to ignore Ginger’s part and make it out to a planned event and not a freak accident.
I tried explaining to them that it indeed was such. But they said ‘right and next you’ll have us believing you can sum it up in 10 sentences.’

So here I was. I was stuck with a particulate Ginger on my hands for ever and a bunch of spin merchants out guessing me.
No wonder I was on my way to failing my second sitting.
No way for a nascent creator to prove his mettle.

From another dimension popped in the fully formed un repentant Ginger.
As if he had no part in this disaster he lets fly yet again.

‘Your basic mistake was not thinking your math’s through. You could have used the Universe 309 paradigm’.
This was his pet project. They were a perfect state, custom designed, state of the art universe. You name they do it. Just one problem. It burns up energy which makes Ginger’s sponsors oh so happy.

At theses moments I wish I was a creator fully fledged. I could show my true feelings. That part of Ginger were now an added part of my universe.

Enlightened earth inhabitants would study my works at length. The Ginger particles would confuse them no end.
They would call it black matter.
Originally they wanted to call it ‘round black matter’ but I realized that Ginger would explode routinely at this allusion.

But thank goodness we had gone that part of the session behind us.
As usual vortex had come active and in good humour after having Ginger interject himself into her.

So she chose her next favourite subject.

‘How’s creativity coming along this year.