User:Aleister in Chains/g

A bit of luck and a wave of a hand are needed to view God's deleted contributions. When you catch God and/or Mother Nature plucking away or wishing sideways at her majestic-based cosmic keyboard, which instead of letters and numbers and confusing symbols is outfitted-out with hundreds of thousands of liquid and gaseous keys and pebble shaped smooth rainbows which he plays in single strings to all trings and something or nothing in-bween, to form and hold an idea in a single place space, or rocks out in alltime infinite multiple -universal-combinations like Thelonious Monk on hash oil -- so stand way back, 'cause things be flying at ya without time and space leaning in to spoil the view. We are still very much into and surrounded by the eighth day of creation and going strong, so contributions of Goddess continue to rise into experiential reality to overspread it rapidly throughout the universes (although the vast majority of hir contributions only exist for a zillionth of a nanosecond before she moves her thought an eight-of-a-nillion planck length to the left and deletes them.

In one point of view, Goddesses' final work product, the one that we get to visit all around us right now, the stuff we walk around on and can knock on with our knuckles - not unlike the apes of old - comprises but a thimble-sized tippy tip-tip of what a galaxy-wide iceberg would look like in his constant gaze.

So existing/nonexisting/counter-existing as the vibration of the Divine, all that is or all that could have been everywhere everything everywhen, at once with time and space and thine, playing their parts almost as if it were real, suddenly their always parts a there-not-there curtain on the stage, the audience pops themselves holographed onto the scene, man's individual considerations fill in the blank spaces while positioned memes of agreed upon guesses color in some others, and then you have "the expecteds" tying down most of the rest.

Within this process decision are made so quickly that, yeah, some of those decisions also remove things, either by accident or on purpose, when the All gets distracted. A very few of God's deleted contributions have always included:

The Really Nice but Irritating Cannon

People have every right to feel really really nice, and to see everyone else as feeling really nice, up to and down the bedrock and personality spectrums of all species. God spent some time working up a Really Nice but Irritating Cannon, which gave everyone nice-ness to the nth degree as soon as they either get hit by one of the cannon's light-based projectiles (made of fluff and air and geese - soft landing and still-healthy geese), those who actually see the cannon shot off, or smell or hear the cannon blast, even if at a great distance or relected over the airwaves. The cannon's noise, projectiles, and smell was very loud, offensive, and irritating to the people who weren't nice yet. Really Nice but Irritating Cannons were going to be set up everywhere, and would have taken up 96% of each nation's military budget. God deleted this. She didn't know why, it just felt wrong and would have done some serious damage downline.

These things

We were all designed to be zooplankton. Each human is hard-wired to have the instincts of a smart one-celled work-around of a real boy. You can see the people over on the right here, caught in stop action motion like they were either posing or yelling over to the guy on the left "I'm walkiin' here!". But when the picture is speeded-up and seen in real-time movement everyone was in there jiggling and bumping into each other's tentacles, exchanging lots of messages, proclaiming ideas of what they thought what they were swimming in was made of and thinking about how far they could travel if they could evolve traction and protective barriers called skin or shell or whatnot. They communicated by various leg plummage shakes and touch pressures, and could tell each other to the whisker-length which direction they were go to swim in next and what portion of their ideas of societal interreactions became reality. When Goddess tracked-out the long-range future of this intelligent and clever zooplankton race, oh yeah, she deleted it pronto.

Call them visitors

Those guys on the left there were just hanging out, man, talking about the hood. They were original Goddess creations, arriving here on the fourth day. And they all got real tame and smart over time. Then, as they saw the other things start moving around and doing stuff in life at different rates of motion, they kind of blended in. They got into positions of power, held records for speed and height in the Olympics, and pretty much told the other guys what to do. We wouldn't know them from Adam, because Jah conferred with some of his future no-time/all-time symbol shells and aspects, and the entire view said that whatever you do, do not allow flying lioneagles.

Eye dwellers, post-modern period

Humans were also on tap to have wisdom powers beyond the set of any known perimeters which would work their way upline for tens-of-millions of years until, evolutionally, they'd create an organ that replaced the right eye. Both the complexity and simplicity of this completly biological and user-based organ looks like what you see here, a beam of information with total input and output collectors with surround-all, which extends communicational lines to all living beings including identification abilities which share-bond with things on other planets - some of whom are sea legends living and twisting in or near thermal mounds and vents but only surfacing to scare the tourists.

Now listen to this with your third ear, Goddess once said to a crowd of nanobots at half-time of some kind of ball game, and that soon gave way to a ritual where she was outfitting this evolutionary eye change with the ability to give everyone and everything courage mixed with the utmost compassion (allowing others their beingness pretty much covers it all), lifted her head and looked at something running around, like some crab thing with goats arms or something. She chased after it and forgot everything he was doing. The maid came by and turned God's createy machine off, and everything ceased existing for a few hours until Goddess could think of a way to play down the mistake and the maid thing and jam it all back together. She finally got it dwindled to temperture, started the whole thing up again, gave us sleight-of-hand to distract us, and tweaked the final picture until it fit. In doing so the eye-dwellers organ was lost and not even missed, because everyone forgot they used to have it.

Human infant puberty

Early in the human game Goddess arranged it so little children would enter puberty at about four months of age. They'd either then catch pregnancy at the "hands" of other four-month old babies, or be sold on the slave market. They had only a brief window to do achieve this. God, looking over her shoulder, and the other one above her looking over theirs, put their feet down all together and this one was deleted before everyone on earth was put into jail for child porn. "Oh look, everyone, over there, another baby is holding a copy of Playboy". Maybe he's just reading the articles.

The average circle of friends out for a stroll

The trula (pronounced "pla", with the accent on the 'a') was to be the defining sound which descibed an average circle of human friends (pictured above) - everybody getting along with everyone and everything else with distinct pleasure and maximum fun and pretty much always engaging in sport. Then what do you think happened? God took a look at it, shook his head "Nah", and this one too fell quark-first into the dustbowl of recent changes.

Extreme tongue lashings

What wars would have looked like had goddess not accidently deleted it when someone called her from the other room. She then forgot all about it. True story.

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