violin storms and mother historect
so i'm sitting amidst a violin storm. as a first ever post on livejournal i would like to include you in what my heart has been stolen by lately. storytelling has been my plight. I also have some friends to help me along tonight. i’ve learned how to update on live journal and get my story of mother historect out there. it is a myth on creation(angela, Kaijah, and adrianne in the picture represent magical characters in it)…
love melissa
Before any sheen of light existed, there was an absence of any spectrum of color found in white. No pools of wisdom ever peeked through any father’s well of wisdom. Mother’s bellies seized with vacancy.
Mother Historect, with colorless blood, had a vacant echoing womb. Between her ancient piano key ribcage, a mere black shadow of life swam. Such a shadow was an obscurity since no light existed to shine on an object to create shadows. This particular shadow of Mother Historect sang of children’s choirs. If the shadow were to be exposed to any outside air it would be forced into a horrific seizure.
Since Mother Historect was the only one in existence, she did not want to take things slow and keep her shadowed children bolted in her womb any longer. As she began to consider her plan to free her children, her womb turned to amber and gold. This was the first stage of human’s dawn. Next, Mother Historect, in all her pain from her crystallized amber and gold womb, fingered her piano key ribcage. This motion shivered her innards and moved crashing waves of yesterday. Finally, filled with raging waves in her hardened and ready womb, Historect dug her fingers into her belly. Her white glass nails pierced her throbbing case-hardened sack which contained multiple black shadows of life. As her nails dug, winds swarmed and all that is now in existence was exposed to the air. An enormous eruption was forced through Mother Historect’s shafted rib bones. The pain she endured throughout labor was only half of the pain she took on in order to bring life and color into subsistence. As life sprang out of her like a rushing river, Mother Historect’s body seized backwards.
Her belly was split so wide and her back bent in half. No longer could she endure the trauma and her body exploded, shattering into a million tiny pieces, which are now the stars that watch over us. In the night they guide humans like a good mother and father do. They contain multiple gaseous colors to display beauty like it had never been seen before Mother Historect’s labor.
This creation myth that I have written includes: Accretion or conjunction, secretion, sacrifice, and emergence. The Accretion myth found in my myth is the portion where winds meet the water of the crashing waves of yesterday to aid in bringing forth life. My Accretion myth is like “when the warm breath of equitoral Muspell mentioned at the begening of the Edda, meets the hoarfrost of Nieflheim, ice melts and the resulting water drops come to life, creating the evil giant Ymir. As the giant sleeps, sweat from his armpits creates the first man and woman (Lenorad and McClure 34). Both my myth and the one mentioned on page 34 include air and water combined to make humans.
The secretion potion of my myth is the eruption of life coming from “Mother Historect’s shafted rib bones.” This is in a sense, the female version of “when Ku’urkil, the Chuckchee’s ‘self-formed’ Father Raven, defecates and urinates, thus creating the earth and various bodies of water” (Lenorad and McClure 35). Both emit liquid from their bodies to create life.
My myth also includes the sacrifice of Mother Historect’s life when she explodes into a million stars. She must be sacrificed “in order for the creative work to succeed” (Lenorad and McClure 36). Though there is not an egg in my myth, there is a mother who is shattered, like, “in one Chinese myth, when the cosmic egg shatters and the creatorgiant Pan-Ku emerges… (Lenorad and McClure 36).
Finally, my myth includes an emergence myth when life (the former multiple shadows) emerges from Mother Historect’s belly. The shadows were kept in Mother Historect’s womb, which is a cramped space. As stated in Lenorad and McClure’s text, “Emergence myths typically depict the first people or first person as journeying from an original, cramped world or womb into this world” (39). The multiple shadows of life emerged by explosive waters from Mother Historect’s womb, deeming my myth an emergence myth.
love melissa
Before any sheen of light existed, there was an absence of any spectrum of color found in white. No pools of wisdom ever peeked through any father’s well of wisdom. Mother’s bellies seized with vacancy.
Mother Historect, with colorless blood, had a vacant echoing womb. Between her ancient piano key ribcage, a mere black shadow of life swam. Such a shadow was an obscurity since no light existed to shine on an object to create shadows. This particular shadow of Mother Historect sang of children’s choirs. If the shadow were to be exposed to any outside air it would be forced into a horrific seizure.
Since Mother Historect was the only one in existence, she did not want to take things slow and keep her shadowed children bolted in her womb any longer. As she began to consider her plan to free her children, her womb turned to amber and gold. This was the first stage of human’s dawn. Next, Mother Historect, in all her pain from her crystallized amber and gold womb, fingered her piano key ribcage. This motion shivered her innards and moved crashing waves of yesterday. Finally, filled with raging waves in her hardened and ready womb, Historect dug her fingers into her belly. Her white glass nails pierced her throbbing case-hardened sack which contained multiple black shadows of life. As her nails dug, winds swarmed and all that is now in existence was exposed to the air. An enormous eruption was forced through Mother Historect’s shafted rib bones. The pain she endured throughout labor was only half of the pain she took on in order to bring life and color into subsistence. As life sprang out of her like a rushing river, Mother Historect’s body seized backwards.
Her belly was split so wide and her back bent in half. No longer could she endure the trauma and her body exploded, shattering into a million tiny pieces, which are now the stars that watch over us. In the night they guide humans like a good mother and father do. They contain multiple gaseous colors to display beauty like it had never been seen before Mother Historect’s labor.
This creation myth that I have written includes: Accretion or conjunction, secretion, sacrifice, and emergence. The Accretion myth found in my myth is the portion where winds meet the water of the crashing waves of yesterday to aid in bringing forth life. My Accretion myth is like “when the warm breath of equitoral Muspell mentioned at the begening of the Edda, meets the hoarfrost of Nieflheim, ice melts and the resulting water drops come to life, creating the evil giant Ymir. As the giant sleeps, sweat from his armpits creates the first man and woman (Lenorad and McClure 34). Both my myth and the one mentioned on page 34 include air and water combined to make humans.
The secretion potion of my myth is the eruption of life coming from “Mother Historect’s shafted rib bones.” This is in a sense, the female version of “when Ku’urkil, the Chuckchee’s ‘self-formed’ Father Raven, defecates and urinates, thus creating the earth and various bodies of water” (Lenorad and McClure 35). Both emit liquid from their bodies to create life.
My myth also includes the sacrifice of Mother Historect’s life when she explodes into a million stars. She must be sacrificed “in order for the creative work to succeed” (Lenorad and McClure 36). Though there is not an egg in my myth, there is a mother who is shattered, like, “in one Chinese myth, when the cosmic egg shatters and the creatorgiant Pan-Ku emerges… (Lenorad and McClure 36).
Finally, my myth includes an emergence myth when life (the former multiple shadows) emerges from Mother Historect’s belly. The shadows were kept in Mother Historect’s womb, which is a cramped space. As stated in Lenorad and McClure’s text, “Emergence myths typically depict the first people or first person as journeying from an original, cramped world or womb into this world” (39). The multiple shadows of life emerged by explosive waters from Mother Historect’s womb, deeming my myth an emergence myth.