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.

Second session

Please start from your previous session:

I drew a deep breath and started..........

That was when the trouble started

I guess I was still insecure in this strange atmosphere. In more senses than one.

Often the creators would communicate in ways unimaginable. This time it was by smell. A strange mixture of aromas added one after another, to make the recipients aware they issued a preemptory sound. The sounds were as varied as the diversity of aromas. A self satisfied smell of imminent incredibly complex mathematics combined with ' I am going to get this bastard' was wafting in the air having being announced by a slight sound that was like cannon fire. I had no doubt where that came from. Then wafted in the smell of the UN peace Corp, a sort of smell very rich aroma but leaving nothing behind, being preceded by a very loud, short jabbering. This time I had no idea who was the originator. Not that it mattered.

The chair creator was rummaging through all the previous records. Maybe he was going to transport us back either to a previous session or the real event. This means us traipsing through time and field dimensions in a most cavalier way. Every one apart from me could transport himself or anyone else anywhere and to any time. We often ended having several simultaneous sessions about the same issue as one session changed so did them all. The effect was like living in a kaleidoscope with sounds, and if course smells. Once when doing Jesus's conception we managed to accidentally castrate Joseph, but that was soon fixed. Mary, had quite a lot to say about that. But soon fixed if not with a sense of uneasiness and permanent anxiety.

Some of the confusion about Mohammed's real intentions are thus explained. They are still not fixed. Something to do with the energy guys. More about that later.

A blinding flash. Stunning and awesome. I half expected an aroma. But I was wrong. We had whizzed to a parallel session.

We were actually at my master piece. My Jews described it as ' in the beginning'. Complete tripe. This was the end. It is impossible to tell how often I tried this. Just getting it right was a minor miracle. Even the one of the creators had said so. He was removed from the board for his contribution.

It was a pity because with him there was some kind of hope.

He was completely and absolutely black and completely and absolutely round. He conversed by changing shape and colour. To a creator, a truly great creator this was possible. By doing so he conversed.

He understood the idea. In fact he was enthralled by the randomness and yet certainty that anything that can happen will happen and always will end in a complete catastrophe.

I don't quite see how the second part fitted in. But I and he were getting on better terms progressively He even suggested that the idea be made a universal universe principle.
The chairman went berserk.

Ginger physicist was opposed from the outset. Quoted wonderful planets created in stability to last in stability with well crafted physics. As if it could be anything else with him. Anyway my benefactor, round and black was bounced. Replaced in a violent argument with words like ' what the devil are you talking about ?' and ' go to hell'.

Presumably he did. But we got the divine vortex.

So another round of sneering was in the offing. In actual fact it was a rerun of a' previous review ' made to look new and relevant. The first time round it had got better ratings.

I better explain ratings. The college and it's exams are pristinely, purely dedicated to make better creators. Only the best were let loose. But ............ Well that's not all. Originally the ratings were there to make sure that the boards were of the best. So they were viewed by all. Fair enough. But things got out of hand. Who supplied the energy.?Energy is the bottom line. It always is and always was. So although creators create, energy comes from somewhere. And the providers of energy have subtle control. We saved energy from re runs.

I never really got to understand why we needed energy. In my system energy ran down. And then regenerated itself. But Ginger, the energy mens best friend pontificated and sniffed at every any mention of the idea.

Surely energy serves us and not the opposite. ......

First Session

In the beginning :

He was letting his nerves get to him.

This was only a yearly review. But he had been failed once. In fact this was his second siting. But his yearly reviews were now a rigorous ordeal.

Entering the campus was no longer an invigorating experience. Originally he had been overcome by the pure opulence. Everything so elegantly crafted and carefully laid out. All the campus buildings so gracefully designed, set in exquisite grounds. He remembered his fresher days. His first glance at the large emporium, the overwhelming satisfaction. He had arrived and he was part. For him this was almost heaven. Geographically speaking it was just that.

But now it was very different. Any slip in the review and the bastards could pull the plug on him. No longer a member.

He looked at the tribunal. He recognized all three members. He ought to. According to his Jews it was over nine thousand times. Ah yes 'his Jews' they stuck that one on him almost as soon as he seemed too close to them. Even here they don't like them. Can't say I blame them , he thought , they have driven me nuts at times.

Then the formal proceedings started. The chairman cleared his throat. He had a deep sonorous voice flowing silver hair, beautiful features. So distinguished. A real God if ever there was one.

' We are commencing the yearly review of God. This is Gods second sitting. He failed his first with building of the ' . He was lost for words. Ruffling through his papers he found the name and said it together with the deputy chairman who remembered everything. Little cross eyed Ginger sod, mad on forces and physics. Finicky and prickly only concentrating on my mistakes or some abstruse mega equation that only he understood or made up.

In unison came the word 'dinosaurs' . One magnificent voice and one squeaky sarcastic accompaniment.

'Ah yes the dinosaurs. How could I ever forget them?' I was sure he hadn't. Just as sure as I was that the Ginger freak would chime in. It was in no way reassuring to know that I was correct. In he came. ' How many eons did you waste on that little escapade? Only to try wipe your report book clean by cooking them. Cooking the books eh? '

We all were a little taken aback. Even obscure by the Ginger cretins really high standards in being obscure.

The third judge saved the day. She was the nearest equivalent to a female if they had them amongst the creators. She was so nebulous and so white a cloud with a divine, in every sense, smell, she was radiant her voice was like a cross between a tinkle and whisper. And she used it to clarify the situation. 'No, no ' , she insisted. 'He tried heaving a great block at them. When that didn't go so well he froze them'. That really got the Ginger inquisitor going.

' Of course, he is saving the cooking for this lot. If it goes wrong he'll say it was evolution. That'll let him have a third sitting or so he thinks. No way I say. I don't know what is the obsession with cooking. Already had his Jews in gas ovens. What's he calling this one? Global whoring or something like that '

I was just about to correct him. The tension was rising and battle lines being drawn.

The chairman could feel his overall splendor and standing were both being undermined. So he tried to be a chairman. To all of our surprises he succeeded.

' I think that is an excellent point to start. The idea of evolution. Let's review that first. '

To everyones amazement the creamed vortex tinkled in with another idea. The chairman looked irritated. On she went ' I always had a fascination for the ' big bang'. '

Her fellow board members glanced at her and each other. They were wondering if there was some kind of implicit message. Now if this was an earth woman I would have been closer to a definitive answer. Ginger moron saw a great chance to get at the chairman and also talk about forces. Somethings that were not passed up easily. In this case they weren't passed up at all.

For a smallest fraction of time ginger and the vortex so intermingled they were as one yet distinctly separated. Their colours streaked and then they separated. She glowed and he smirked. I wondered if he'd light a creators equivalent of a cigarette? But this was the kind of thing that qualified creators do. The chairman, not to be outdone added his thing from the creators repertoire. His beard and hair moved imperceptibly and changed to a very subtle hue of red. So did his piercing blue eyes.

But it was all over. A power play and reminder that I was not a fully qualified creator.

'Ok God, start from there.'

I drew a deep breath and started..........