Today, as I am gradually learning how to read and write, I will begin my storytelling by sharing with you how I came to hear of the Cosmic Egg of creation. This story was the first the "Orinians" (which they call themselves) told me. Before I begin, I will explain to you the circumstances which led to my encounter with the Orinians.
I was alone in the desert. It was early in the morning and I saw a great fire falling quickly from the sky as if a hot, white star had fallen off its course and aimed itself eagerly in my direction. Although it fell hard and fast, it approached the ground with equal, yet opposing, gentleness. I quickly realized that it was not a star that had fallen, seeking to attack me violently and shake the entire earth beneath my feet, but a machine of such great force and power that it flew with great ease and control. It hovered quietly over me for some time before landing close to me.
This is the day that I met the "Orinians," who would come to tell me many great stories and feed my soul and mind with much exciting and useful information. The alien who first introduced himself to me, whom I refer to as Teacher, is the captain of the great ship that he and his people arrived on. These people who have come here are kind, peaceful, and wise. Although it is unusual because they are not human, I choose to refer to them as men and women because that is what they are in my eyes. There are no noticeable differences in the way that we look. They have told me that there is very little genetic difference between Humans and Orinians. We are brother races who were created simultaneously and born from the same Cosmic Egg. This, of course, piqued my curiosity. This "Cosmic Egg," as they call it, was the origin of all creation.
Teacher, who sat up late with me many evenings after everyone else had gone to bed, told me my first Cosmic Egg story about four days after they arrived. I had eagerly asked him if he knew what created our universe, what maintains it, and what would make it eventually cease to exist at the end of time. This question sparked a series of discussions between him and me. He began telling me many stories. The first story he told me is from the religion of the Hindus who he said were humans who lived in India. I will tell you this story of the Hindu Cosmic Egg, which gave birth to Brahman, also known as the Divine Essence.
Once upon a time there was a tiny golden egg. It had no mother. It had no father. At least it didn't in the literal sense. The life within this egg was the Divine Essence of all life. It was its own mother and father. It slept and slept and slept. While this Divine Essence slept, it called itself Vishnu, the preserver God.
There were many wonderful children born to Brahma at this time who are referred to as Sages, or wise teachers. The seven sages born at this time were named Marichi, Atri, Angiras, Pulaha, Kratu, Pulastya, and Vashishtha. Brahma, the creator God, divided himself and became Vishnu, the preserver God, once again. At the end of time, he will become Siva, the destroyer God, and all will return to the Cosmic Egg where Vishnu will preserve himself once again in a lengthy, preserving, restful sleep. From here, he will be born again as a newer creation and begin the process all over again, a concept known as Reincarnation, which is the natural state of all life.
Once Teacher had finished telling me this story I sat there quietly, contemplating the meaning behind it. I have written this story just as he told it to me. I am slow to write, but the story was quick to find an emotional response in me. From this one story, I was able to imagine the creation of our universe and develop, for the first time, greater understanding of how life came to be. It helped me to also understand the source in which humans and the Orinians are both a part and how we are connected. I came to relate to Brahma when he was alone in the egg, for I was alone at one time to. I understood, deeply, his need to separate himself in order to create another in which he could relate and learn from. In a sense, the Orinians are MY other half, whom I found in a time of great loneliness and from whom I am learning a lot of wonderful things. I am eager to learn more about creation and the story of life's cosmic egg. He has promised that he will share more with me in a few days, which I will then share with you.
Bibliography Information: Here is the link to the original story. Web Source: My Divine Planet
Author's Note: I took the story from a website that gave a synopsis of the preliminary of the Brahma Purana. I changed it by going into greater detail about why Brahma decided to split himself in half. I explained further in depth about the process of how Vishnu became Brahma, Brahma became Vishnu, and then how Vishnu became Siva at the end of time. This cycle of birth, life, and death is expressed in the Hindu religion as the three faces of God: Brahman, Vishnu, and Siva. These in turn are the Creator, Preserver, and Destroyer of life. Technically, they are all one in the same God, but all manifest themselves as individuals with a specific purpose. I really wanted to express these aspects of what the Cosmic Egg means in Hindu mythology, because all three aspects of life are cyclic and are a part of the greater process of life. These are all important in explaining the meaning behind the Hindu myth of the Hiranyagarbha, which is the Divine birth source of all life. Because of this, I went further than the original story in explaining the purpose of Vishnu and Siva as well, since this story mainly focuses only on Brahma, or the creator, aspect of the story. I did this to complete the whole picture, therefore adding a cyclic effect to the overall idea being expressed. I also want to further note that I created a story within a story, intertwining my story of Solus Vir and the Orinians with the story of Brahma's birth, which is, obviously, not part of the original.
Image Information: Image of Hiranyagarbha, the Cosmic Egg. Web Source: Saatchi Online