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The Acorn Theory
A century ago, the creation of the universe was a concept that astronomers, as a rule, ignored. The reason for this was the general acceptance of the idea that the universe existed in infinite time - a conglomeration of matter that had no beginning.  Today, however, it is generally considered that the universe started with a big bang - much to the satisfaction of most religions, for by  saying something should have existed with zero volume - tantamount to it being nothing - and then explode, supports the  theological argument that the world was, in fact, created.  Once having established this point we are confronted with the ideology of eternal life, sometimes referred to as the spiritual or dream world. A world that although invisible, is all around us, inexorably coming into existence parallel to that of the physical one.

The Spirit world must arise out of nothing;
it must first create itself; its first creation is itself.
When it has accomplished this creative act then follows a natural reproduction of creations.


This is what is known as the Acorn Theory. From this metaphysical acorn, all trees of life have grown; a spiritual rain forest spanning both the vastness and depth of time...

Deep within the forest, where the Yggdrasil, the Acacia, and the Bodi trees grow, stands the Welig tree. Unlike the other trees, however, it neither grows up nor outwards, but hangs like the willow. Perhaps it is the forefather of all willows. Its branches twist in on themselves, splitting time and light. It is here where the dragons live and the phoenix comes to rest. It is here that all magical creatures great and small can be found, for the Welig tree is the life-tree of our dreams. Within its twisting branches fairytales are born and told.
It is springtime. A young sun shines down upon the trees of the forest. A wind blows, tossing the fallen leaves of the past. The branches of the Welig tree tap together like they are whispering. Something is about to happen, for there at the end of one such branch three small red-green buds have grown.
It is time. It is their time. The sunlight gently touches their frail form.  Slowly one by one the buds open.
The First...
The Second...
And then The Third.

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