I have no memories of a beginning. There is no beginning.
I existed in a warm void, an abyss of love and assurance, where all was right and good. There was only one Voice that called to us, and it was all we needed.
There was no form, or shape, or purpose, until called. When called we would become what was needed and with a glad heart go forth to accomplish the missions of our Father.
We could do nothing else.
I had no name. I had no sex. I had no sense of self. None was needed. We were joined by spirit, and there was no individuality to introduce chaos. We were one but many. We existed only to serve.
And I was content.
“You have been summoned, out of your brethren, for this course.”
“For this purpose you have been given form. A human form. Learn it well. You will be existing as such for the duration. You must abide.”
“I shall abide, Elder.”
“A key has been found in the Great Battle. A key that the enemy must not take. You will protect this key, protect his soul, for the duration of his days. The life of a human is but fleeting. You will not have to endure long.”
“It is of no moment, Elder.”
“Ah, yes. You have never served in this form. It will be difficult to adjust. You will know pain, and hunger. You will know longing, and desire. You must abide. Do not let it sway your purpose.”
“Our Father’s love will sustain me, Elder.”
She (for the form was definitely female) gazed around her with newly-formed eyes. The palatial room seemed to be entirely carved from a mountain of alabaster. All glowed with a silvery blue light beneath the large full moon which hung in an endlessly black night. Graceful columns supported a domed ceiling liberally frosted with frescoes depicting winged figures triumphant in battle against horned foes.
“Do you like it?” the Elder asked her.
“I…I believe so. It is very pretty.”
“It is done in the Greek tradition. They were proficient at naming, and gave us many, including the one we bear for humanity. This temple is to honor them, and what they gave us.”
“This is important?” This body felt strange, much different from the form she ordinarily took for battle. It was heavier, and clumsier, and strange fluids rushed through it, with even stranger processes taking place within.
“Yes. Humanity finds it important to do honor.”
“Only Father deserves honor.”
“There are degrees of honor, and you will learn this. The highest of honors is of course reserved for Father, but lesser honor can be paid to those who have earned it. Honor and respect are very important to humanity. It is all part of the test of Pride.”
“So you will be sent. Serve well. Complete your mission, and return to us whole. You will be confused and lost on many occasions, but know that we are with you, and the guiding hand of Father is ever upon you.”
She closed her new eyes, and she learned the sensation of falling.