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Thursday, July 21, 2011
A Map of Reality I Drew While I was Waiting...
...for my car to get repaired.
It's a bit incomplete--and not up to the standards of the illustration my posts usually have--but it summarizes what I've discovered so far about the multiverse of the Strange New World.
For instance, the Positive Energy Plane is just the beginning of the Prime Material--or the etheric echo of that beginning. The Negative Energy Plane is the other bookend.
The highest Heaven is the domain of the Creator(s). Most dead don't make it to the highest Heaven but maybe some lesser "heavenly" realm--like maybe the Elysian Fields (also called Summerland or the Fiddler's Green). It's the counter-plane to the Wasteland, embodying "hope." There are more of these heavenly realms.
At the "bottom" of reality is the Pit, the Abyss. It's the place that fell the farthest in the Fall. The place of beings with no place in creation who want nothing more than to tear it all down--the demons. "Circling the drain" of the Pit, falling into it at different velocities, are hellish realms of various sorts. Hell (appropriately) where the fallen angels hope to stage a coup in creation and then forestall its slide into the Pit. Closer to the ultimate nullity are the Wasteland and the grim Black Iron Prison (which I left off the my map!) where the odious Deodands (named, interestingly, for an archaic legal term for a thing "forfeit onto God for causing a death") imprison, punish, and re-educate souls caged in their Escher maze prison hell.
Between Heaven and the Pit are planes more neutral to "good" and "evil"--or more accurately, they're places where the struggle between angels and demons is seen as beside the point. The denizens of Machina (polyhedral nanomachines, forming the distributive conscious of their Singular god(dess), and other worshippers like the Mantid Warrior-Nuns) believe that only absolute order can restore creation to an unfallen state. In constrast the formless, fluid intelligences of the Gyre (who often send technicolor clowns as their emissaries) believe that endless change is the only hope to recreate the conditions of the original Singularity of All and lead to the multiverse's reunion with the Godhead--or at least that's one of their myriad ideas.