The Story of One

This is a story inspired by Grace.

If you’re an illustrator and would enjoy collaborating with me to create this as a published children’s book, please email me at mayagayam@gmail dot com.



The Story Of One

In the beginning was One.

One was. So really there was no beginning. Nor an end. But let’s just say it.

In the beginning One was.

One was omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent.

One wanted to play. As one would.

Where is there to play when you Are there?

One wanted to play.

One wanted to see.

What is there to see when you Are One? What is to see when you are both the seeing and the seen all at Once? To see, you need a seer and a seen.

One wanted to see.

One wanted. To see. To play. To be with. To taste.

And suddenly Was Two.
“It’s like falling. All you do is choose to forget.”
Forget that you are One.

And then was Two.

Having forgotten, the Second gave himself a name. Not rock. Me. Not water. Me.

One forgot one became Two. So one of the Two named as me. Me, Second.

Then one day the Second who is me had a bad day. Second had pain. Second cried. It was not a fun day.

But worse, Second had forgotten being One, and Second suffered. Pain turned into suffering. It was really not a fun day.

Second didn’t remember being One. Second had forgotten. Second forgot choosing to become Two.

Having forgotten, Second believed in separateness, and forgot OneSelf.

Having forgotten, Second looked to the Heavens and asked for help.

(The funny thing, is One wanted to forget so that One could be Two! Remember?)

So hurting and suffering, Second asked for One’s help.

Second asked, but couldn’t hear. Second wanted One’s guidance. But Second had forgotten Self As One.

Second thought separate and wanted guidance.

So Second wanted to be loved by One. Second thought, “Maybe if One loves me I will be guided. Maybe if One loves me I won’t feel pain.”

So Second tried to earn One’s love. Second tried hard to be good. Second had forgotten that Doing Your Best is Already Good. Second forgot that One Is Good, and so is Two.

So Second tried hard to please One. Second asked One for love and for help and for forgiveness.

Second even tried to be good by praying to One every morning and every night and on every Sunday.

(Really Second was praying to One’s original Self. But Second had forgotten, as One wanted. It was all perfectly intended. Remember?)

Second studied and Second learned and Second met other Seconds.

Second didn’t like some Others.

Some Others did things Second didn’t like. The Others, too, had forgotten Oneness and The Choosing. The Others too, had pain, and Second didn’t like the way the Others behaved in their pain.

But they too, were One, playing Two. Experiencing. Reaching. Learning. Living. Growing.

The Others too, were One, taking One experience where One had not been before.

Remember? One wanted to play. Remember?

But Second didn’t remember Others were all One playing.

So Second tried not to feel pain. Second tried to avoid feeling hurt. The trouble is, the more Second tried to resist feeling pain, the more Second suffered. It was all very confusing!

Second wondered, “Why is this happening to me?”

And believing separate from One and separate from Others, Second felt terribly lonely. Lonely, Second suffered even more.

So Second prayed and prayed some more. Sometimes Second screamed, “Why have you forsaken me?” and “Why have you forgotten and abandoned me?” But really it was Second who had forgotten.

Because One was Second, remember?

Then one day with a Start, Second forgot to forget, and Second remembered. Second really remembered!

Second laughed, as One wanted. One wanted to laugh, remember?

Second said, “I Am That. I Am!”

Second laughed and said, “I suffer my own hell – of MY own creating! I forgot, and having forgotten, I suffer!” Second laughed and laughed. One laughed and laughed.

Second heard One guiding from within, and remembered. Second felt One, while also feeling as Second.

Second saw One saw Second seeing One.

It was all just as One wanted, remember?

Second laid back in the grass, remembering One.

One smiled, remembering Second remembering One.

Second said, “*I* am making? Oh! Yes! *I* am making.” Second remembered.

Second said, “*I* can choose? Oh! Yes! *I* can choose. In fact I *did* choose!” Second remembered.

Second said, “*I* do that? Oh! Yes! *I* do that.” Second remembered.

Second laughed. And as Second, One also laughed.

The next day, Second remembered One again, and chose. But this time Second wasn’t forgetting, second was remembering! Second was seeing One, seeing Second!

And Second Chose. As Second, One also chose.

And One played. As Second, One also played.

Tra la la la! Second, remembering, remembered to play. Second remembered creating. Second remembered to create real-world magic, and play. Remember? One wanted to play!

It was all so so sweet!

And one day Second learned not to try to resist pain. One learned to let pain flow and go, like the ocean. Like breath, in and out. Like the wind passing through.

And Second learned that even pain can be sweet, like growing pain, or like stretching pain. It hurts but it’s not dangerous. Second let the pain flow like breath – in and out. Second relaxed, remembering, “This too shall pass.”

And Second suffered far, far less.

Suffering less, Second remembered Oneness with Others, and hated less.

Suffering less, hating less, Second forgot less, and experienced Oneness more. Second experienced Oneness in Others more, too.

Suffering less, Second saw One. As One wanted, to be seen. Remember?

One Is
One Chooses
One Forgets
One Suffers
One Remembers
One Chooses again.
One Laughs

You! Reading! You too are One. Remember? Can you see it?

Those Others around you too are One, too. Can you see it? Can you laugh with One about it?

Let’s laugh the laugh of play together now.

You too are One.
Those too are One.
It All Is.
We all are.
Can you remember?

Let’s play.

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4 Responses to “The Story of One”

  1. 1 rick May 25, 2009 at 2:21 pm

    You’re scaring me now.
    Last week I posted the following as a comment on Kent’s post “What is Love?”:

    One is.
    Two minus One is separate.
    Two plus One is play.

    Thanks for sharing your tale. I love it. So elegantly expressed.

  2. 3 Tom G May 26, 2009 at 7:23 am

    I love it. This is very, very sweet.

    My brain hurts from thinking how to illustrate it, though.


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