There was a time when everything was still. All the spirits of the earth were asleep - or almost all. The great Father of All Spirits was the only one awake. Gently he awoke the Sun Mother. As she opened her eyes a warm ray of light spread out towards the sleeping earth. The Father of All Spirits said to the Sun Mother,
"Mother, I have work for you. Go down to the Earth and awake the sleeping spirits. Give them forms."
The Sun Mother glided down to Earth, which was bare at the time and began to walk in all directions and everywhere she walked plants grew. After returning to the field where she had begun her work the Mother rested, well pleased with herself. The Father of All Spirits came and saw her work, but instructed her to go into the caves and wake the spirits.
This time she ventured into the dark caves on the mountainsides. The bright light that radiated from her awoke the spirits and after she left insects of all kinds flew out of the caves. The Sun Mother sat down and watched the glorious sight of her insects mingling with her flowers. However once again the Father urged her on.
The Mother ventured into a very deep cave, spreading her light around her. Her heat melted the ice and the rivers and streams of the world were created. Then she created fish and small snakes, lizards and frogs. Next she awoke the spirits of the birds and animals and they burst into the sunshine in a glorious array of colors. Seeing this, the Father of All Spirits was pleased with the Sun Mother's work.
She called all her creatures to her and instructed them to enjoy the wealth of the earth and to live peacefully with one another. Then she rose into the sky and became the sun.
The myth provides a very pretty picture of how the world could have been created. Glorious light and rivers and insects of all kinds, flying out of caves, paints a pretty frame, but for a film. Today I have a lot of background knowledge about how the world was really created. Science tells me that it all started with a Big Bang. There are many other theories, most of them, with proofs providing enough useful information about our planet, the stars, and the Universe.
Maybe if I was from an Australian family, and if I was born way before my time, my great-grandmother would be telling me this myth as a story and I would be in awe of all the things described. But today, scientists have proved enough for us to leave the stories behind.
The interesting thing is, these facts destroy the beauty of the stories in a way.
We live in an era where we question everything, where we need solid proof for everything, where following something without questioning it is a crime. I feel it is about the way we perceive things. A lot of us like to believe, and a lot of us like to question before we believe. What we forget is that our perception is ours. How we control it is upto us. You can destroy the beauty of anything by asking too much about it. Its upto you to take a step back and enjoy what you want.