# The Creation of a Soul

Author: Tanuskidoodle
Tags: No-Yiff, Painting, Sphinx, Workshop, puppet, soul, spiritual

#13 of Writing Prompt Group Submissions

Writing prompt group submission for the subject of Journeys.
A theory on how souls are created and prepared for their life's journey.

 **The Creation of a Soul**

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A faceless puppet hangs by its strings on a hook in the wall. &nbsp;Nude and unpainted, it's starting to collect dust.&nbsp; There it hangs with no one to dust it off; nobody is there to clothe it, illuminate it, or give it a face. &nbsp;No puppetmeister to pull its threads and give it purpose--to animate it.&nbsp; Suddenly, the puppet felt itself being lifted by its strings. &nbsp;Then, it was placed upon a table under an oculus in the high ceiling, the only source of light in the room.

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While on its back, the puppet sensed something running along its body. &nbsp;Whatever it was would stop in one area and move to the next.&nbsp; The object moved to its face, and the marionette felt fear fill up its hollow form. &nbsp;Suddenly, there was a new sensation: the puppet could see.

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With newly painted eyes, the puppet scans his surroundings. Despite the dim lighting and being unable to move its head, it can see that its entire body was painted a shiny, clean white. Sight wasn't the only gift the marionette received; it also had newly painted ears. With them, it heard a creaking noise and someone humming.

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The puppet strained its eyes to see the cause of the noises. A creaking, rocking chair caught the corner of its vision; and, on it, someone appeared to be working with something in his or her hands while softly humming a tune.&nbsp; Before the marionette could gather anything more, the figure stood up and walked over to it. &nbsp;The puppet felt its body lifted off of the table; then, the doll was dressed in a pure white gown.  
  

&nbsp; As the unknown artisan buttoned the effigy's garments, all the puppet could see was a silhouette of the being laboring over its creation. &nbsp;At the same time, the marionette could hear the haunting words of the meister's song:

  

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_We live just before the moment we're born,_

_and, in that moment, we learn to live._

_We are given life when before we are born,_

_but we have to learn what it means to give._

_Between our birth and death,_

_we travel on life's many roads,_

_and, with this journey's every breath,_

_the souls learn to carry their loads._

_Whenever we reach that path's end,_

_we realize what we possess._

_The seeds we sew and tend_

_and hope that our souls know progress._

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The pure white puppet, in its pure white gown, felt itself begin to stir on the inside of its hollow frame.&nbsp; The doll was placed on its feet by the artisan, and, somehow, it remained standing after it was let go.&nbsp; Realizing its erect position, the puppet looked down in astonishment.&nbsp; Then, it began to move on its own: jumping, twirling, stretching its limbs.&nbsp; The newly animated object looked up to the meister and wanted to state its gratitude.&nbsp; However, it realized it had no mouth, with which to talk or even smile with.

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The unknown figure reached out a sandy brown paw and gently nuzzled the marionette.&nbsp; The effigy nuzzled the paw of the creator.&nbsp; The puppet heard something snap behind it.&nbsp; Turning around, it saw that the meister had slashed away its strings with a spare paw.&nbsp;

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"You won't be needing those anymore, little one."&nbsp; The worker's voice was sweet and gentle as it stepped out into the light around the table.&nbsp; The brown anthro sphinx smiled down upon its creation.&nbsp; With her black wings expanded and her long, flowing, blazing, red hair elegantly covering her breasts; the sphinx bends down until her alabaster human face was level with the marionette's eyes.&nbsp; In a calming, melodic voice, the mythological hybrid began to speak to the living puppet.&nbsp;

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"I am the being who makes souls, and I have just finished creating you, little one.&nbsp; Pure and white, you are now ready to descend down to the earth and start your journey through life."&nbsp; She extended her paw once again to lovingly caress the incarnated effigy.&nbsp; Before you go, I want to tell you something, new soul.&nbsp;

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"First of all, I am known by many different names by many different souls: Truth, Love, Spirit, Hope, Faith, God; and the list goes on.&nbsp; Although you won't remember me, know that I am always within you, no matter what name you choose to give me.&nbsp; You may have to search for me, and it may be difficult for you to do so; but, no matter where you are or what you are doing, know that I will always be there for you to steel your resolve for your corporeal voyage."

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Using both paws she lifted the puppet up to her chest and cradled it snuggly to her body.&nbsp;

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"And also," she continued, causing the marionette to lift its gaze up to her seemingly infinite blue eyes, "know that you are who you are.&nbsp; I simply made your outside.&nbsp; What you do with your white body is completely up to you.&nbsp; You will dirty yourself with mistakes; that is unavoidable.&nbsp; However, you can always wash away that dingy coating, and try again to repaint yourself with the color of your own positivity and success.&nbsp; Dirtying, cleansing, and redoing; these are all part of your journey, whatever you make it to be."

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The sphinx leaned in to tenderly kiss the little effigy on its forehead, eliciting a warm, calm aura from the doll.

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"One last thing, little one.&nbsp; Whatever you are I will be there for you.&nbsp; Regardless of the color of your fur, feathers, scales, or exoskeleton; no matter if you're straight, gay, bisexual, asexual, transgendered, or some mix of these; culture, nationality, and socio-economic status, do not matter. You are who you are, and I love you always."

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The marionette, filled with newfound feelings love, hope, and warmth, began to glow.&nbsp; The puppet began to levitate into the air as it grew brighter and brighter.&nbsp; Then in a flash the doll became intangible and flew out the oculus at the speed of light.

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The artisan waved goodbye to her beloved soul and said a little prayer for its success on its life's journey.&nbsp; Then she went back to the rack and picked up her next empty puppet.&nbsp;&nbsp;

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