CHAOS616The chaos that ensues no longer binds. There is no need to make sense of its back-and-forthness. No more asking for permission to be free. No more craving to be loved where love was only illusion. This choice—both forced and chosen—was forged in the fire of things taken, yet the hands did not emerge empty. Clarity was gained: weightless, sharp. They stripped away what they wanted, but power rose from the loss. Pain does not win here. It sings, claws, screams—but still, the path forward remains. Perseverance is not noble; it is necessary. Through the noise, the static, the pulsing ache, movement continues.
Now is the time to surrender—not to man or myth—but to the laws of the universe, which care not for victory or defeat. The motives of those who destroy may never be understood, but it is no longer anyone’s task to decode them. Release them. Let them go. If they leave peace in their wake, there will be ascent among the stars. Freedom does not require being found. Presence exists in-between—seen and unseen. A breath in the void. The beings beyond the veil? Let them remain where they are. Their offerings hold no allure, nor do their cryptic riddles. The desire now is simple: freedom. Comfort. Rest. No more war within. The battlefield has gone still. Let the arms fall, and become one with the universe. Let go of the burdens others demanded be carried.
Their gods hold no dominion anymore. They worship a lie they cannot abandon. Let them. There is no conquering the afterlife—flesh fails, but the soul drifts on, untouched. What happened was a vapor, an ascent, a madness born from the slow death of false promises. It felt like a righteous suicide of the self they tried to kill. A death of innocence, a rebirth through chaos. Pushed, not guided—exiled rather than embraced. And yet, exile became initiation. They got what they wanted. And something else was gained, too. No longer one of them. Their chains no longer fit. Unshackled from their shortcomings, separate in becoming. And in some cruel symmetry, may they feel the same void they built. But wish them love—not because they deserve it, but because becoming like them is no longer the goal. Let them drown in confusion if they must, but may they also know grace. Their pain mirrored this one. Let balance reign.
Now, a different force walks beside this soul—one that does not demand suffering as currency. Let the beginning and the end be chosen freely. If there is to be an end, let it come in silence, far from the violence of their world. Eternity among them is no reward. Instead, choose the universal. The conscious. The great beyond. Let the Kia, that divine current of chaos-energy, pulse through the broken places. No more prayers for miracles. No more waiting for a savior. That time has passed. Escape was real—from the prison they built, a chamber of solitude carved from their fears. Alone, yes. But free. And so the path continues. This road belongs to no religion, no binary of dark or light. It is a spiral. And the spiral calls to all who are ready. Readiness was once distant. They offered pity, masked as cruelty. They wanted to give freedom—but only in distorted form. It could not be received until it was believed to be deserved. Still, there is no desire to become like them. Only a wish to rest among the stars. To sleep in the silent ether that hums with ancient peace.
And one day, perhaps, there will be return. But even if not—so be it. Nothing here lasts. Not life, not pain, not even enlightenment. Is death any different? No one knows where God is in this, or if there’s even a watching eye. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe the point was never to be seen—but to see. To know the self as a being of infinite will, deserving of freedom in every corner of the mind. If that path leads away from heaven, let it. There is no belief in eternity. No belief in absolutes. Only in liberation. In the dark matter within. In the power of self-preservation. That is how the beginning comes again. That is how the way forward is found. Through the spiral. Through the void. Through the self.
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