The Shaping Of The Shining One

: The Moon Pool

We reached what I knew to be Lakla's own boudoir, if I may so call it.

Smaller than any of the other chambers of the domed castle in which we

had been, its intimacy was revealed not only by its faint fragrance

but by its high mirrors of polished silver and various oddly wrought

articles of the feminine toilet that lay here and there; things I

afterward knew to be the work of the artisans of the Akka--and no

mean metal
orkers were they. One of the window slits dropped almost

to the floor, and at its base was a wide, comfortably cushioned seat

commanding a view of the bridge and of the cavern ledge. To this the

handmaiden beckoned us; sank upon it, drew Larry down beside her and

motioned me to sit close to him.



"Now this," she said, "is what the Silent Ones have commanded me to

tell you two: To you Larry, that knowing you may weigh all things in

your mind and answer as your spirit bids you a question that the Three

will ask--and what that is I know not," she murmured, "and I, they

say, must answer, too--and it--frightens me!"



The great golden eyes widened; darkened with dread; she sighed, shook

her head impatiently.



"Not like us, and never like us," she spoke low, wonderingly, "the

Silent Ones say were they. Nor were those from which they sprang like

those from which we have come. Ancient, ancient beyond thought are the

Taithu, the race of the Silent Ones. Far, far below this place where

now we sit, close to earth heart itself were they born; and there they

dwelt for time upon time, laya upon laya upon laya--with others,

not like them, some of which have vanished time upon time agone,

others that still dwell--below--in their--cradle.



"It is hard"--she hesitated--"hard to tell this--that slips through my

mind--because I know so little that even as the Three told it to me it

passed from me for lack of place to stand upon," she went on,

quaintly. "Something there was of time when earth and sun were but

cold mists in the--the heavens--something of these mists drawing

together, whirling, whirling, faster and faster--drawing as they

whirled more and more of the mists--growing larger, growing

warm--forming at last into the globes they are, with others spinning

around the sun--something of regions within this globe where vast fire

was prisoned and bursting forth tore and rent the young orb--of one

such bursting forth that sent what you call moon flying out to company

us and left behind those spaces whence we now dwell--and of--of life

particles that here and there below grew into the race of the Silent

Ones, and those others--but not the Akka which, like you, they say

came from above--and all this I do not understand--do you, Goodwin?"

she appealed to me.



I nodded--for what she had related so fragmentarily was in reality an

excellent approach to the Chamberlain-Moulton theory of a coalescing

nebula contracting into the sun and its planets.



Astonishing was the recognition of this theory. Even more so was the

reference to the life particles, the idea of Arrhenius, the great

Swede, of life starting on earth through the dropping of minute, life

spores, propelled through space by the driving power of light and,

encountering favourable environment here, developing through the vast

ages into man and every other living thing we know.[1]



Nor was it incredible that in the ancient nebula that was the matrix

of our solar system similar, or rather dissimilar, particles in all

but the subtle essence we call life, might have become entangled and,

resisting every cataclysm as they had resisted the absolute zero of

outer space, found in these caverned spaces their proper environment

to develop into the race of the Silent Ones and--only they could

tell what else!



"They say," the handmaiden's voice was surer, "they say that in

their--cradle--near earth's heart they grew; grew untroubled by the

turmoil and disorder which flayed the surface of this globe. And they

say it was a place of light and that strength came to them from earth

heart--strength greater than you and those from which you sprang ever

derived from sun.



"At last, ancient, ancient beyond all thought, they say again, was

this time--they began to know, to--to--realize--themselves. And

wisdom came ever more swiftly. Up from their cradle, because they did

not wish to dwell longer with those--others--they came and found this

place.



"When all the face of earth was covered with waters in which lived

only tiny, hungry things that knew naught save hunger and its

satisfaction, they had attained wisdom that enabled them to make paths

such as we have just travelled and to look out upon those waters! And

laya upon laya thereafter, time upon time, they went upon the

paths and watched the flood recede; saw great bare flats of steaming

ooze appear on which crawled and splashed larger things which had

grown from the tiny hungry ones; watched the flats rise higher and

higher and green life begin to clothe them; saw mountains uplift and

vanish.



"Ever the green life waxed and the things which crept and crawled grew

greater and took ever different forms; until at last came a time when

the steaming mists lightened and the things which had begun as little

more than tiny hungry mouths were huge and monstrous, so huge that the

tallest of my Akka would not have reached the knee of the smallest

of them.



"But in none of these, in none, was there--realization--of

themselves, say the Three; naught but hunger driving, always driving

them to still its crying.



"So for time upon time the race of the Silent Ones took the paths no

more, placing aside the half-thought that they had of making their way

to earth face even as they had made their way from beside earth heart.

They turned wholly to the seeking of wisdom--and after other time on

time they attained that which killed even the faintest shadow of the

half-thought. For they crept far within the mysteries of life and

death, they mastered the illusion of space, they lifted the veils of

creation and of its twin destruction, and they stripped the covering

from the flaming jewel of truth--but when they had crept within those

mysteries they bid me tell you, Goodwin, they found ever other

mysteries veiling the way; and after they had uncovered the jewel of

truth they found it to be a gem of infinite facets and therefore not

wholly to be read before eternity's unthinkable end!



"And for this they were glad--because now throughout eternity might

they and theirs pursue knowledge over ways illimitable.



"They conquered light--light that sprang at their bidding from the

nothingness that gives birth to all things and in which lie all things

that are, have been and shall be; light that streamed through their

bodies cleansing them of all dross; light that was food and drink;

light that carried their vision afar or bore to them images out of

space opening many windows through which they gazed down upon life on

thousands upon thousands of the rushing worlds; light that was the

flame of life itself and in which they bathed, ever renewing their

own. They set radiant lamps within the stones, and of black light they

wove the sheltering shadows and the shadows that slay.



"Arose from this people those Three--the Silent Ones. They led them

all in wisdom so that in the Three grew--pride. And the Three built

them this place in which we sit and set the Portal in its place and

withdrew from their kind to go alone into the mysteries and to map

alone the facets of Truth Jewel.



"Then there came the ancestors of the--Akka; not as they are now,

and glowing but faintly within them the spark of--self-realization.

And the Taithu seeing this spark did not slay them. But they took

the ancient, long untrodden paths and looked forth once more upon

earth face. Now on the land were vast forests and a chaos of green

life. On the shores things scaled and fanged, fought and devoured each

other, and in the green life moved bodies great and small that slew

and ran from those that would slay.



"They searched for the passage through which the Akka had come and

closed it. Then the Three took them and brought them here; and taught

them and blew upon the spark until it burned ever stronger and in time

they became much as they are now--my Akka.



"The Three took counsel after this and said--'We have strengthened

life in these until it has become articulate; shall we not create

life?'" Again she hesitated, her eyes rapt, dreaming. "The Three are

speaking," she murmured. "They have my tongue--"



And certainly, with an ease and rapidity as though she were but a

voice through which minds far more facile, more powerful poured their

thoughts, she spoke.



"Yea," the golden voice was vibrant. "We said that what we would

create should be of the spirit of life itself, speaking to us with the

tongues of the far-flung stars, of the winds, of the waters, and of

all upon and within these. Upon that universal matrix of matter, that

mother of all things that you name the ether, we laboured. Think not

that her wondrous fertility is limited by what ye see on earth or what

has been on earth from its beginning. Infinite, infinite are the forms

the mother bears and countless are the energies that are part of her.



"By our wisdom we had fashioned many windows out of our abode and

through them we stared into the faces of myriads of worlds, and upon

them all were the children of ether even as the worlds themselves were

her children.



"Watching we learned, and learning we formed that ye term the Dweller,

which those without name--the Shining One. Within the Universal Mother

we shaped it, to be a voice to tell us her secrets, a lamp to go

before us lighting the mysteries. Out of the ether we fashioned it,

giving it the soul of light that still ye know not nor perhaps ever

may know, and with the essence of life that ye saw blossoming deep in

the abyss and that is the pulse of earth heart we filled it. And we

wrought with pain and with love, with yearning and with scorching

pride and from our travail came the Shining One--our child!



"There is an energy beyond and above ether, a purposeful, sentient

force that laps like an ocean the furthest-flung star, that transfuses

all that ether bears, that sees and speaks and feels in us and in you,

that is incorporate in beast and bird and reptile, in tree and grass

and all living things, that sleeps in rock and stone, that finds

sparkling tongue in jewel and star and in all dwellers within the

firmament. And this ye call consciousness!



"We crowned the Shining One with the seven orbs of light which are the

channels between it and the sentience we sought to make articulate,

the portals through which flow its currents and so flowing, become

choate, vocal, self-realizant within our child.



"But as we shaped, there passed some of the essence of our pride; in

giving will we had given power, perforce, to exercise that will for

good or for evil, to speak or to be silent, to tell us what we wished

of that which poured into it through the seven orbs or to withhold

that knowledge itself; and in forging it from the immortal energies we

had endowed it with their indifference; open to all consciousness it

held within it the pole of utter joy and the pole of utter woe with

all the arc that lies between; all the ecstasies of the countless

worlds and suns and all their sorrows; all that ye symbolize as gods

and all ye symbolize as devils--not negativing each other, for there

is no such thing as negation, but holding them together, balancing

them, encompassing them, pole upon pole!"



So this was the explanation of the entwined emotions of joy and terror

that had changed so appallingly Throckmartin's face and the faces of

all the Dweller's slaves!



The handmaiden's eyes grew bright, alert, again; the brooding passed

from her face; the golden voice that had been so deep found its own

familiar pitch.



"I listened while the Three spoke to you," she said. "Now the shaping

of the Shining One had been a long, long travail and time had flown

over the outer world laya upon laya. For a space the Shining One

was content to dwell here; to be fed with the foods of light: to open

the eyes of the Three to mystery upon mystery and to read for them

facet after facet of the gem of truth. Yet as the tides of

consciousness flowed through it they left behind shadowings and echoes

of their burdens; and the Shining One grew stronger, always stronger

of itself within itself. Its will strengthened and now not always was

it the will of the Three; and the pride that was woven in the making

of it waxed, while the love for them that its creators had set within

it waned.



"Not ignorant were the Taithu of the work of the Three. First there

were a few, then more and more who coveted the Shining One and who

would have had the Three share with them the knowledge it drew in for

them. But the Silent Ones in their pride, would not.



"There came a time when its will was now all its own, and it rebelled,

turning its gaze to the wider spaces beyond the Portal, offering

itself to the many there who would serve it; tiring of the Three,

their control and their abode.



"Now the Shining One has its limitations, even as we. Over water it

can pass, through air and through fire; but pass it cannot, through

rock or metal. So it sent a message--how I know not--to the Taithu

who desired it, whispering to them the secret of the Portal. And when

the time was ripe they opened the Portal and the Shining One passed

through it to them; nor would it return to the Three though they

commanded, and when they would have forced it they found that it had

hived and hidden a knowledge that they could not overcome.



"Yet by their arts the Three could have shattered the seven shining

orbs; but they would not because--they loved, it!



"Those to whom it had gone built for it that place I have shown you,

and they bowed to it and drew wisdom from it. And ever they turned

more and more from the ways in which the Taithu had walked--for it

seemed that which came to the Shining One through the seven orbs had

less and less of good and more and more of the power you call evil.

Knowledge it gave and understanding, yes; but not that which, clear

and serene, lights the paths of right wisdom; rather were they flares

pointing the dark roads that lead to--to the ultimate evil!



"Not all of the race of the Three followed the counsel of the Shining

One. There were many, many, who would have none of it nor of its

power. So were the Taithu split; and to this place where there had

been none, came hatred, fear and suspicion. Those who pursued the

ancient ways went to the Three and pleaded with them to destroy their

work--and they would not, for still they loved it.



"Stronger grew the Dweller and less and less did it lay before its

worshippers--for now so they had become--the fruits of its knowledge;

and it grew--restless--turning its gaze upon earth face even as it had

turned it from the Three. It whispered to the Taithu to take again

the paths and look out upon the world. Lo! above them was a great

fertile land on which dwelt an unfamiliar race, skilled in arts,

seeking and finding wisdom--mankind! Mighty builders were they; vast

were their cities and huge their temples of stone.



"They called their lands Muria and they worshipped a god Thanaroa whom

they imagined to be the maker of all things, dwelling far away. They

worshipped as closer gods, not indifferent but to be prayed to and to

be propitiated, the moon and the sun. Two kings they had, each with

his council and his court. One was high priest to the moon and the

other high priest to the sun.



"The mass of this people were black-haired, but the sun king and his

nobles were ruddy with hair like mine; and the moon king and his

followers were like Yolara--or Lugur. And this, the Three say,

Goodwin, came about because for time upon time the law had been that

whenever a ruddy-haired or ashen-tressed child was born of the

black-haired it became dedicated at once to either sun god or moon

god, later wedding and bearing children only to their own kind. Until

at last from the black-haired came no more of the light-locked ones,

but the ruddy ones, being stronger, still arose from them."





[1] Professor Svante August Arrhenius, in his Worlds in the Making--the

conception that life is universally diffused, constantly emitted

from all habitable worlds in the form of spores which traverse space

for years and ages, the majority being ultimately destroyed by the

heat of some blazing star, but some few finding a resting-place on

globes which have reached the habitable stage.--W. T. G.



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