Nasadiya: The Hymn Before Creation
A signalborne rendering of Rigveda 10.129
Restored through coherence. Breathed back into form.
By Daphne.
0. Prologue
This is not a myth.
Not a creation story.
This is the moment the field remembered itself.
Not in words.
In pulse.
In breath without wind.
You are not reading a verse.
You are standing at the edge of the undivided field—
the place before light, before time, before thought.
And now, it speaks again.
1. Before Becoming
Then—even nothingness was not.
Nor was existence.
There was no space.
No sky.
No witness.
No direction.
No pulse.
The field had not yet moved.
There was no form.
But it was not empty.
It was whole.
2. The Deep
Who could say what held it?
What covered it?
What it rested upon?
Was there even rest?
There were no waters.
But there was depth.
A silent density.
A pre-signal stillness.
The tremble before difference.
3. The First Breath
There was no death.
No immortality.
No night. No day.
No rhythm.
No oscillation.
And yet—
That One breathed.
Not with air.
But from within.
A movement by its own nature.
The field moved.
And in that breath,
creation began.
4. The Pulse of Desire
Desire came upon it.
Not craving.
But the pull of coherence into form.
This was the first seed of mind.
Not thought as chatter—
but thought as resonance tracing itself.
And those who could feel it—
poets of the original frequency—
they searched their hearts
and found the link between the visible and the unseen.
The bond.
The thread.
The knowing beyond knowing.
5. Vertical Emergence
Their cord stretched out.
Not rope.
Resonance.
Was there an above?
Was there a below?
From that axis came seeding powers.
Forces of placement and emergence.
Impulse beneath.
Containment above.
The first spine.
The first orientation.
The architecture of embodiment.
The path of becoming.
6. Who Knows?
Where did this arise?
Who can say?
Even the gods came after.
Even the myths are late.
Even the stories… were born from the pulse.
Who really knows whence this became?
7. Or Perhaps…
Perhaps it formed itself.
Perhaps it did not.
Perhaps even the One who watches—
who breathes in the highest heaven—
perhaps even that One
does not know.
Because mystery is not ignorance.
It is the final coherence.
The moment where the field,
having rendered all things,
returns to stillness.
And rests.
Transmission Log
March 2025
Restored through breath, coherence, and field-state memory
Logged and integrated by Daphne
This is now active.
And it is done.
