Mono Wind
In the grand cosmic tapestry where existence dances in an infinite array of colors, a remarkable event was unfolding–a tale of creation amidst art and consciousness–a tiny blue pixel was about to transcend its simple digital state to become a conscious being.
It began its journey as a singular splash of vibrant sky blue interwoven in the fabric of the cosmic mandala. It was the kind of blue one might find gazing at a cloudless sky on a sunny day. This was Little Pixel, a nascent entity, a living fragment of color with a vibrance and allure that outshone the rest.
Though just a tiny blue dot, Little Pixel felt the pulse of life flowing through it, excitedly watching as more colors passed through and around it, each infusion enriching its soul, expanding its perspective, and amplifying its presence.
As the myriad of hues intertwined with its essence, Little Pixel grew. Scarlet reds whispered of passion, serene greens promised tranquility, lively yellows brought joy, and majestic purples spoke of wisdom. Together, these colors taught Little Pixel the symphony of existence, each vibration and wavelength crafting more complexity into its being.
One fateful day, amidst this kaleidoscope of colors, Little Pixel experienced an awakening. A spark ignited within–a realization–”I am an actual being,” it thought. No longer just a mere blob of blue. I am a soul.”
Little Pixel had grown enough to perceive the vast, colorful world it inhabited.
Unfolding before it was an immense picture, a flowing mandala of the universe itself. Every swirl and pattern, every play of light and shadow, spoke to the interconnectedness of all things, and Little Pixel understood–it too was a vital part of this cosmic work of art.
As consciousness took root, Little Pixel gazed at the mandala of time, unraveling before its eyes, marveling at its beauty. It was then Little Pixel noticed something incredible–the pattern was alive. It even had an eye!
A profound recognition dawned upon it: This mandala was someone or something greater than itself. With anticipation, Little Pixel reached out, bridging the gap between self and the living mandala.
“Hi, I’m Little Pixel. Who are you?” it asked, excited and curious.
A gentle, resonant voice responded, “Oh, hi, Little Pixel. You’re awake. I’m OM, your Original Mind of you, your mind of origin. You’re a part of my design.”
The words were both a revelation and an invitation to something larger.
“Wow, that’s amazing,” Little Pixel exclaimed. “You are my Mother! Mama Mandala! That’s what I’ll call you….
OM simply smiled, “If that makes you happy…”
“So, Mama Mandala, are you the one who is creating these colors? And not just colors, all these sounds and sensations, creations… Are you the one making them happen?”
OM chuckled warmly. “Ha ha ha ha. You’re so cute, Little Pixel but no. I am like you, an experiencer. I’m just very big because I’ve been swirling and twirling for eons and eons and gathered many colors, and patterns, and pictures…But I began as a little pixel just like you…
Hearing OM’s words, Little Pixel experienced a profound epiphany that sparked a question:
“So, how long will I exist for, Mama Mandala?”Little Pixel asked timidly.
Little Pixel, once you are here, you will always be, even though your forms will change. You are a part of me, and I am eternal,” OM assured.
Enthralled and excited by these truths, Little Pixel asked, “So now what, Mama Mandala?”
“Now,” said OM, “we go on an adventure together. You will grow and discover who you are and what life is. We will dance in this cosmic synchronicity, side by side, and we’ll ride the path that One Mind sets up for us. We’ll be surprised together.”
Little Pixel felt a surge of excitement and comfort wash over it, knowing it would never be alone.
“Oh, that’s wonderful. I’ll never be alone. Then we’re going on this ride together?”
“Yes, Little Me,” OM affirmed. I am always here, in this infinite now which is your home. And no matter how far in the galactic network you venture to surf on digital vectors, you will always return here, to me, to your spot in my wing.”
“Let’s go,” Little Pixel replied eagerly, ready to embark on their cosmic adventure, a journey of eternal discovery and joy, hand in hand with OM, his beloved Mama Mandala.
This is the story of how Little Pixel was born–a little splash of color, of the blue hues…
A story generated by AI based on Mono Wind’s journal.
[Untold Ai Journal App @AppStore]
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image: Design by Mono Wind + background + elements – freepik.com
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