"At the moment of creation?"
"No, Christos. At the beginning. At the moment before creation."
I frown. "Before?"
Sophia sighs inside my mind. "At the moment before creation, which is now and forever, is a presence, contained and complete, changeless and formless."
"I understand."
"A presence, Christos. A presence that pervades all that you presently see and hear, taste and touch, sense and feel – a presence that pervades and a presence that pervades itself, not unlike a motherhood without end."
Sophia steps through the doorway onto the balcony and parks herself in front of me, backing into me gently. Her body is soft and pliant and I catch my breath, wrapping my arms around her waist; the feeling I experience with her is exquisite beyond belief.
Her words sound in my mind – warm, soft, steady, and resolute: "though there can be no name for it, this presence is, in potential, the sum and source of all, by which the fill of life becomes manifest and by which the spirit of life becomes obvious."
"Sophia, please stop. I need a moment ... I need a moment to absorb your words of wisdom."
She remains silent, and her silence becomes an all-pervasive silence that rises from within us, spreads out between us, and envelops us both. A profound peace pervades every part of us, a peace so profound that it makes further communication momentarily impossible.
