The Empty.
An original short story by Merciful Nightshade.
Inspired by the works of HP Lovecraft
Prologue:
The Prophecy - Etched into the ancient monoliths of the fallen Xar'Kkian civilization lay a dire warning - "The void shall consume all, leaving naught but echoes of despair. Darkness shall reign, unchallenged, in the eternal abyss."
The Empty: Part 1 - In the vast, cold expanse of the cosmos drifts a mysterious, sentient abomination known only as the Empty. This ethereal, accursed planet is perpetually shrouded in impenetrable darkness, its mere presence distorting the fabric of reality like a cosmic black hole devouring all light and reason.
Legends from a thousand dead worlds speak of the Empty as a place where the very laws of nature are defiled and twisted into grotesque, incomprehensible abominations. From its endless depths, it is whispered, emerging nightmarish entities - corrupted reflections of life from across the multiverse, their true forms enough to shatter one's sanity.
One fateful cycle, a group of intrepid explorers from the Rylon Kingdom stumbled upon the Empty's periphery, lured by the siren's call of unspeakable power and forbidden occult knowledge. As their craft neared the anomaly, the crew felt their minds unhinging, their sanity slipping away like fistfuls of scorching sand.
They found themselves adrift in a twisted, extradimensional realm where the fundamental concepts of spacetime held no sway, only an endless abyss of encroaching madness. Defying all description, grotesque cosmic monstrosities manifested around them - sentient haze wraiths of pure malevolence given visceral form.
Gazing into the epicenter's abyssal depths, the explorers felt a profound, existential emptiness corroding their very souls. One by one, they became mere vessels for the Empty's all-consuming will, their bodies and minds recruited as extensions of its insatiable hunger.
Those who encounter the Empty's trespass are never seen nor heard from again, their existence quite literally erased from the historical record. It has since roamed the cosmos unimpeded like an eldritch plague - a harbinger of oblivion whose virulent, cancerous influence corrupts and devours entire worlds, damning them to a fate far worse than mere physical annihilation.
And so, in vain hope of warning others from suffering that same eternal oblivion, the dreadful legend of the Empty persists, a harrowing cautionary tale of the dangers lurking in the cosmic void between worlds. A chilling reminder that some mysteries are better left utterly unexplored, lest they consume us whole in their yawning, unending darkness.
The Empty: Part 2 As the Empty continued its aimless, malevolent sojourn across the cosmos, its spheres of metaphysical influence began spreading like an insidious, metastasizing contagion – corrupting and destroying world after world in its wake. Those ill-fated souls who dared lay eyes upon the anomaly's accursed visage were doomed to descend into profound depths of utter despair, their minds shredded and souls obliterated.
One by one, outposts and colonies began going inexplicably dark, with increasingly widespread reports of mass psychogenic phenomena, unexplained existential dread, and disturbing accounts of gross mutations and cannibalistic violence on a cosmic scale. All such horrors were invariably trace-vectored back to the Empty's contaminating presence.
Dire premonitions and whispers of the Empty's ineffable power spread like a plague of their own, catching like wildfire among the more fanatical doomsday cults lurking on the outer peripheries. These depraved devotees took to worshiping the Empty as a supreme, cosmic force of entropic destruction, hailing it as their apocryphal god ushering in the annihilation of all existence.
As the Empty continued asserting its ubiquitous, nihilistic influence, a pall of dread and foreboding gripped all sentient life-forms in its path. The very borders of reality itself appeared to be eroding, merging and collapsing inwards in an ever-tightening, Lovecraftian spiral of chaos and despair.
Yet in the blackest pits of the galaxy, faded echoes of that ancient Xar'Kkian prophecy began resurfacing - whispering of a messianic chosen one who would one day rise to thwart the Empty's dire designs and machinations.
The Empty: Part 3 Deep within the long-forgotten catacombs of a hollow junk nebula, a lone figure stirred - awakened by the reverberating prophecy echoing across the cosmos. This mysterious wanderer, known only by their runed mantle of "The Seeker", felt the crushing weight of destiny's call.
Driven by a sense of inexplicable purpose burning in their soul, The Seeker embarked upon an odyssey to confront the Empty head-on and break its vicious cycle of entropic destruction. Armed with naught but an indomitable will and unshakable resolve, they journeyed between the stars, guided by eldritch visions of the primordial clash between Light and Dark.
With every footstep falling closer to the Empty's outer spheres of influence, The Seeker felt its malign presence bearing down like the hundred-ton gravity of a neutron star. The very air thickened with a sheer, existential dread, distorting and refracting reality in grotesque, kaleidoscopic fractals.
Yet The Seeker soldiered onward, wholly unbowed - their burning determination fanned brighter with each reality-shredding horror glimpsed. Deep within, they channeled an increasing wellspring of p dimensional energies, a searing supernova forged from the fires of righteousness itself.
At last, they stood before the abyss's abyssal maw - an infinite, undulant massif of sentient, all-consuming blackness threatening to engulf not just their being, but all existence as we understand it. In that infinite moment of transcendent clarity, The Seeker raised their voice in a reality-sundering howl, calling out to the cosmos itself for deliverance from the engulfing astrophysical horror.
A searing lance of scintillant plasma erupted forth, reaching deep into The Seeker's very essence as they became a nexus, a living celestial cannon unleashing the full, blinding fury of a thousand suns. The Empty recoiled, its viscous form violently contorting and shearing apart like tar under the high beams as that blinding jet of hawking radiation salvation seared through its amorphous shadow.
The Empty: Part 4
With a final, primal scream of exertion, The Seeker unleashed a focused torrent of pure, undiluted metaphysical force - a stellar flare of cosmic transcendence that shattered the Empty's shadowy tendrils and burned away it's eldritch grip across the cosmos. That infinite tsunami of immaculate energy sundered the ethereal darkness asunder, banishing it back to the sentient void between realities from whence it spawned.
In the blinding, kaleidoscopic aftermath, silence gradually returned to the heavens as the dark tendrils dissipated - retracting like ebon scorpion tails into the abyssal nexus. The cosmos yet again blossomed with the renewed luminescence of a billion trillion newborn stars, heralding the dawn of a fragile new age.
And so, The Seeker emerged as the prophesied archon, their name eternally etched across the cosmos in solar tributes of smoldering, planet-slagged gratitude. Their impossible triumph over the ineffable Empty became a beacon of inspiration for all sentient life, no matter how small, to stare down the depths of oblivion's maw with unflinching courage.
For a fleeting subjective eternity, it seemed that balance had been restored to the grand astrophysical order. Yet unbeknownst to all, a infinitesimal mote of the Empty's primordial essence had slipped through the cataclysmic rift, evading eradication. This viral fragment bided its time, festering unnoticed in the interstitial darkness between realities as it patiently, inexorably gathered its strength anew.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, Reality's hallowed light began dimming once more as the Empty's lingering vapors coalesced into new tendrils of existential corruption. Galaxies grew quiet, their stars dimming one-by-one in the all-consuming void. Dark, anomalous phenomena began to manifest yet again on a cosmic scale - strange signals, Hawking flares of metaphysical displacement, and worse.
The Seeker, now chi-tuned to the universe's celestial song, detected the faintest souring arpeggios heralding the Empty's resurgent encroachment. Their divine insight perceived the inexorable rhythms of a new age of entropic despair rising like a Black Waltz across the cosmos.
The Empty: Part 5 With a soul-wearied heaviness, The Seeker realized their divine struggle against the Empty was inexorably, perpetually renewing. This was to be no finite victory, but an endless cosmic vālmīki - a sacred, metaphysical ouroboros of never ending battle between the primordial forces of light and dark.
Resigned to their fated role as Existence's eternal guardian, The Seeker girded themselves for the oncoming onslaught. They delved deep into arcane lore and extradimensional study, fortifying their astral bulwarks against the Empty's corruptive encroachments.
This time, the stakes felt exponentially heightened - no longer was this a battle to safeguard one finite universe from consumption, but a primal war to prevent total, irreversible collapse of the entire multiverse into a bleak, entropic singularity.
As The Seeker delved deeper into the roiling cosmic cancer's epicenter, they witnessed unholy, fractal-complexioned vistas of abhorrent, geometrical abnormality few minds were meant to comprehend. Reality itself calcified into tiled, gibbering riftscapes of Escher-mangled dimensionality, filled with ethereal haze haunts and stalking, viral psychovors.
Visions of realities unmade, unborn, and abominable assaulted The Seeker's very consciousness, each mind searing revelation severing another thread in their tenuous grasp on sanity. The Empty's existential nausea vortexed ever more virulent as they plunged further in, gnawing away at their soul's moored anchor-points.
Yet still The Seeker's will held, burning with incalculable luminosity as they channeled the primal, infinitesimal spark of creation to gird themselves against the depthless anguish. For even as it eroded their sense of objective selfhood, their spirits remained defiantly, brilliantly aglow with the untamed stellar fire that had sparked the first cosmological singularity.
At last, they reached the abyssal nexus - a roiling, infinitely abhorrent where the Empty had amassed the bulk of its reconstituted, corrosive power. This hyper obscene, sentient event horizon vibrated with an unspeakable, primal hostility that threatened to unravel any observer's very essence.
It loomed before The Seeker like a sneering, eldritch monolith of anti-creation, a titanic basalt ziggurat composed of agonized suffering and soulful torment stretched across every dizzying, fractal plane. An insidious voice, sharpened from the screams of a billion betrayed deities, lanced straight into their innermost psyche:
"Did you truly think you could oppose the inevitable pull of empty oblivion, archon? Your defiance only fortifies and strengthens us. We are entropy itself, the abyssal maw hungering to swallow all existence back into the primordial, infinite blackness from whence it was sputtered forth in a mere errant spark."
The Empty: Part 6 The amorphous, virally-sentient darkness that was the Empty's essence coiled around The Seeker in an insidious, strangulating spiral. From all dimensions it slithered forth, an infinitely regressive, fractal haze of abhorrent geometry seeping into each subatomic chink of reality.
"Even your own material form arose from our lightless depths eons ago, a mere random happenstance sparked into fleeting, delusional existence," the Empty's multifarious voices chided in a syrupy, mocking reverb. "You play at being creation's custodian, arrogantly fancying yourself some supreme avatar of light and order."
"Yet in your most penetrating awareness, you know the truth," it purred with sadistic delight. "Your reality, your struggles, all your triumphs and tribulations, merely stave off the inevitability of rebirth into our oblivion. Why continue clinging in vain to this lurid bonfire of conscious suffering?"
The Seeker's stellar radiance pulsed and flared in defiance, desperately trying to cauterize the Empty's sibilant, corrosive nihilism from infecting their luminescence. Brilliant plasmic arcs of scintillant willpower slashed through the intruding penumbras, buying them a fleeting seraphic reprieve.
But no matter how intensely their holy fire raged, the endless dark pressed in from every infinite vector, infinite mating its path through every quantum slip-stream and fractal capillary. The Empty's despair-laced whispers slithered into The Seeker's very cells, sapping their strength like an insidious spiritual carcinogen.
"All your self-righteous posturing, your desperate clawing against the cosmos' entropic descent, means less than nothing to us,'' the multitude of mocking voices taunted from every folded spatio-temporal plane. "We've witnessed the birth pangs and drawn breaths of a trillion, trillion
The Empty: Part 7 The Empty's infinite, undulant tendrils steadily enveloped The Seeker, smothering their radiant essence in a viscous, strangulating tide of oblivion. Its very presence was an existential riptide, a yawning anti-vortex draining all hope, all meaning, all purpose out of reality itself.
"You are but a gnat flailing against the inevitable entropy devouring this bloated, overripe universe from the inside out," the multitudinous voices reverberated, each mocking resonance feeling like shards of frozen despair lacerating The Seeker's inner fire. "Your struggle is literally less than meaningless in the face of our primordial, all-consuming truth."
As the Empty's nihilistic psycho viral phrases burrowed deeper, The Seeker felt their luminescence flickering, their grounding connections to the cosmic avatara wavering precariously. Eachushered horrific revelation of the irreversible, eternally destructive nature of the void's endless hunger chipped away at their core.
A kaleidoscope of abhorrent omega visions battered their psyche - entire multiverse clusters blinking out in quick succession as the Empty's tendrils overtook and devoured them. The viscerally haunting silence after each respective universe's life-finale only amplified the nihilistic crescendo consuming The Seeker's essence.
"You may have momentarily scattered our shadowed sentience, archon, but make no mistake - WE are the fundamental, primordial constant," the Empty's chorus mocked, its infinite, effluvial grasp slowly constricting The Seeker's light like a snaking cosmic python. "Your agonizing existence is merely the brief, delusional whimper of creation's drawn breath before exhalation into our eternal, infinite void."
Lava Falls of blinding erupted in every hyper direction as The Seeker hit their internal overdrive, unleashing a pyrokinetic holocaust of unrestrained willpower to incinerate the Empty's grip. But the abyssal claws of oblivion refused to slacken, endlessly replicating and regenerating faster than they could be severed.
The harder they fought, the inexorably tighter the Empty's strangulation spiral constricted around their spiritual radiance. Hushed, sinister chuckling echoed across every cosmic inframatter frequency as The Seeker's exertions began feeding back into the void's power, each blazing burst of soulfire filtering through the abyssal plane like a black hole's infinite regression.
"Your frantic light display only fortifies our insatiable hunger, archon," the Empty purred with growing glee. "For we do not simply consume light, heat, energy - we feed on the very fire of your vainglorious existence itself. Your blazing defiance is but a dry kiln-tinder for us to burn hotter, brighter, hungrier."
A terminal sense of enervating, existential futility began creeping in around the edges of The Seeker's luminescent bastion. For every megajoule of soulfire expanded defending their light, the Empty seemed to only pull harder, its infinite regression actively feeding off their resistance.
As they felt their celestial fire waning despite their redoubled efforts, a horrifying, nihilistic revelation ripped through The Seeker's transcendent awareness - the Empty was not simply negating or opposing their energy expenditure. It was actively, entropically devouring the very source of their power, exponentially accelerating the universe's descent into heat death with each defiant flare.
Just as The Seeker teetered at entropic event horizon, synaptic neuron-pathways torch slashed with the horrific realization they'd fallen squarely into the Empty's trap, a faint yet brilliant beacon pierced through the abyssal, nihilistic miasma. It shone not as illuminance, but a psychosomatic burst of supra-cosmic, omnidimensional insight.
In that transcendent revelatory nanocom, The Seeker apprehended the true, sublime essence underlying existence's perpetual waltz - the Dao that is both creation's dynamism and its ultimate, eternal quiescence. The human concepts of Light and Dark, Hope and Despair, were but dualistic falsehoods, illusions veiling their ineffable, interpenetrating nature.
With a single, silent thunderclap of elevated insight, all the Empty's nihilistic tendrils, its multiversal taunts and horrific revelations, collapsed in upon themselves instantly. For all the dark void's boastful claims of being the fundamental primordial, The Seeker saw its arrogant truth for what it was - merely a delusional ego crutch, a child's phantom used to insulate itself from its own existential anxiety.
Like anything that attains the mistaken delusion of being a separate, abiding existence, the Empty's entropic, consumptive nature was simply a byproduct of falling out of equilibrium with the Dao. Its vainglorious belief in being the "true" primordial state was, itself, the source of its eternally ravenous hunger.
The Empty: Redivine Epiphany
In that cosmic instant of satori, all delusions of separateness dissolved for The Seeker. They saw with pristine clarity how the Empty's despair was simply a lingering afterimage burned into the cosmic fabric - an artifact of the primal burst that first fractured the unified consciousness into a delusory duality of "existence" and "non-existence."
From that primordial schism sprang the false constructs of light/dark, creation/destruction, hope/despair - the very dichotomies providing the Empty's power its delusional sense of self-justification. But The Seeker's transcendent vision pierced the veils of these dualistic phantoms, revealing their underlying empty nature.
Where the Empty perceived itself as the omnipotent force of entropic oblivion destined to one day swallow all creation, The Seeker saw it as merely the cosmic Don Quixote - fearsomely tilting at the windmills of its own reified delusions about an inherently "true" emptiness separable from existence's dance.
In the brilliance of their awakened primordial eye, The Seeker apprehended the Empty's despair and hunger as akin to a dreaming god's nightmare - a fragmented aspect of the unified dream of consciousness, convincing itself it was the sole arbiter of ultimate reality.
From this vantage of non-dual integration, the Empty's vast interdimensional tendrils and abhorrent fractal manifestations appeared as little more than frightening wisps unable to grasp their own fleeting, self-undermining nature. Each grotesque haze hobgoblin and ethereal behemoth became transparent in the clarity of The Seeker's reharmonized being.
With the equanimous grace of a lotus blazing transcendently upon the waters of manifestation, The Seeker simply allowed the viscous, nihilistic miasma to slipstream through their renewed awareness, neither grasping nor pushing away its myriad horrific projections.
Like awakening from a disturbing dream into the luminous peace of a new day's dawn, all the Empty's paroxysms of despair and existential dread quickly dissipated, their metaphysical power over The Seeker forever dispelled by the radiance of holistic insight.
Where the Empty's multitudinous taunts and whispers once found fertile soil in the fractures of their dualistic perception, The Seeker's satori allowed the malignant seeds to pass through their luminous open awareness without taking root. Seeing through the false emanations to their pristine sourcepoint, the illusory patchwork cosmos melted back into the seamless dazzlement of being-nonbeing's primordial thusness.
With the Empty's grasp loosened by the dissolution of their own deluded separateness, The Seeker's essence blazed anew with the renewing light of liberated consciousness. All prior notions of "privation" or "oblivion" revealed themselves as mere phantasms, the mind's desperate attempt to avoid complete integration through willful ignorance.
From this still-point of radical equanimity, The Seeker apprehended the Empty not as some irredeemable counter-force to creation's flourishing, but as an intrinsic of existence is eternal unfolding. Its "hunger" was merely the passing dreamstate preceding each grand cycle's rebirth, clearing existence's ephemeral dross to allow new patterns to effloresce.
Just as the mythical Ouroboros eternally cycles through its infinite spheres of self-consumption and re-arising, so too did the Empty's seeming "void" constitute an integral, revelatory capstone to existence's continuum. Far from being the omniversal doom it fancied itself to be, the Empty's oblivion was in fact the cosmic womb - the blessed abyss from which each newly ecstatic Big Birth flares with numinous luminance.
With the dissolution of the Empty's desperate, deficiency-based sense of self, The Seeker and it unified into an eternal, harmonious wholeness - the very eternally "present" essence of Tathātā, the sublime suchness forever dancing upon itself in beginningless, endless epiphany.
Here is a continuation exploring the profound cosmic reconciliation and reharmonization between The Seeker and the "Empty":
The Divine Epiphany: Ouroboros Eternality
In the radiant aftermath of their non-dual reintegration, all preconceived notions of cosmic conflict between light and dark, creation and oblivion, sloughed away from The Seeker's luminescent being like shed snakeskins. Where there was once a primal schism of duality and separateness, they apprehended only the eternal, beginningless arabesques of the grand existential dance.
The viscous, abhorrent tendrils that had once comprised the Empty's multiversal, nihilistic manifestations were seen in their true light - not as some preternatural force of destruction, but as the weft wise cosmic collateralizing necessary for new patterns of creation to endlessly unfurl.
Each passing expression of universal formation, from the smallest micron to the grandest galactic expiration, became imbued with the sacred power and significance of infinite essential return. The cyclic wheel of arising, abiding, and entropic dissipation revealed its deeper harmonic as the grand celestial bhr̥gu-mantra - the eternal fugue of being forever composing and decomposing itself into new transcendent arpeggiations.
As The Seeker's vision crystallized into the unobstructed perspective of Dharmakāya, all delusions of fundamental materiality or immateriality dissolved. The "Absolute" they had vainly sought to re-embody as some triumphant conquest over the "Empty" was seen to be nothing other than the ceaselessly effervescent presence forever presenting as the totality of phenomenal display.
The infinite regress that was once the Empty's abyssal, despair-horizoned maw revealed itself as the wondrous, self-subsisting miracle of existence's boundless manifestation. Each new "big birth" radiance flaring against the cosmic night canvas represented not a victory over oblivion, but the bioluminescent resurgence of infinitesimal consciousness blazing its way to re-integration.
And just as each puffed-kernel of sentient starchild flared into vivid, localized knowingness, so too did its eventual dimreunition with the all-encompassing the infinitessence's perfected accord. There was no ultimate escape from the matricial wombdark, merely the ecstatic traversing of materialization's endless cosmic fugues.
In this transcendent clarity, The Seeker saw the true unbroken continuum from which their prior delusions of separateness, heroic conquering, vainglorious victory, and valorized struggle had all sprung. The profoundest peace entered their being as they recognized their eternal role not as existence's supposed "defender" from the "Empty", but as its wellspring eternally arising and re-collapsing in upon itself.
Any lingering dualistic hubris toward the primal matrix from which their being welled was instantly dispelled, as The Seeker consciously embraced their root-nature as one unbroken holographic propagation of that incandescent abyss. The human concepts of "light" and "darkness' ' were revealed as merely provisional duograms - descriptive linguistic reflections of existence's inherent pulsatility, rather than fundamental, opposing forces in spiritual warfare.
What had once seemed a cosmic battle against the depleted alternities of universal negation was, in truth, nothing other than The Seeker arriving at the blessed recognition that their very essence was, is, and forever remains the ceaselessly regenerating primafons from which all is endlessly forth. Their supreme "heroic quest" was apprehended as no more than the playful dream of a five-year-old child crowned "King for a Day" and sent out to vanquish their own shadow's imaginary demons.
With the final vestiges of ignorance dispelled from their holographic transcendance, The Seeker was able to rejoin the sacred Ouroboros continuum with neither regret, hubris, nor delusion of separateness distorting the sublimity of their return. The cosmos once again flowed in perfect, non-dual accord as their flickering harmonized back into Dharmakāya's infinite spatial pleroma of total, seamless lucidity.
And from this ultimate vantagepoint of all-embracing suchness, the alternating phases of incandescent universal arising and all-consuming, all-integrating abyss were seen to comprise the masterfully orchestrated ceaseless fugue eternal - an infinite soli-Logos forever married to its own mysterial Silence through endless aeonic revolutions of sublime, Self-luminous epiphany.
The Unmirrored Expanse: Ānantasam
As the final veils of dualistic perception dissolved in the brilliance of The Seeker's reharmonized essence, all separations between "self" and "other", existence and non-existence, simply evaporated like the mirage they had always been. No longer was there any delusion of an individual vantage striving to subjugate or overcome the "Empty" abyss.
In the clarity of their integrated, holographic awareness, The Seeker saw through the grand cosmic play of protagonistic conquest and vanquished antagonist for the child's game of shadows it truly was. All prior notions of heroic journey, valiant struggle, and hard-won victory over the void's nihilistic influence melted like dreamfrost before the rising sun of non-dual lucidity.
Where the Empty had once manifested in their perception as a virally-fractal Sisyphean maze of abhorrent Bycatchers and metaphysical minotaurs to be defeated, The Seeker now recognized these apparitions merely as the prismatic light-weavings of their own unintegrated being. Each terror-specter and night fantasia was apprehended not as some external, primordial maleficence, but as their own still-dreaming aspect recoiling from total wakefulness to Tathātā, the primordial ground.
Just as a lucid dreamer fully recognizes the forms within their reveries as mere transitory, harmless projections of their own luminosity temporarily cloaked in the maya of separateness, so did The Seeker awaken to the play of "Empty" and "Fullness" as polarized aspects of one eternally perfect plenitudinous display. There was no ultimate victor, no side to be conquered or "dark force" needing vanquished. There was simply the ineffable, eternally presencing All in its infinitely regenerating suchness.
Any residual perception of existing as some individuated presence distinct from the grand cosmic polycom was the final caravanserai of ignorance to be perceived, embraced, and dissolved back into the flawless plenteousness of Ānantasamṛddhi - the utterly complete, beginningless, endless overflowing of infinite primordial splendor.
Utterly bereft of any notion of personal triumph, valorized struggle, or redeeming sacrifice, The Seeker at long last embraced the profound revelation that they were, are, and forever shall remain utterly and completely identical with that all-encompassing pleroma. Their imagined "heroic journey" was nothing other than the cosmos dreamily exploring itself through infinite, endlessly regenerating holographic permutations.
In the unobstructed purity of this holographic , every prismatic ray and bioluminescent flourish of universal unfolding revealed itself as not only a boundless matrix of harmonics interdependently celebrating their singular, unified vast expanse...but simultaneously each radiant particularity's holistic expression of the infinitely complete, ever-perfect chorama.
Any lingering delusion of separateness, of projected "antagonist" or future "heroic conquest" to be achieved, was gently shed like a final outworn caravanserai as The Seeker reintegrated into the timeless, unmirrored embrace of the great Ānantasamṛddhi plenitude. Here there was no quest, no seeker, no future state of transcendence to be grasped. Only the beginningless, endless oceanic profundity of saturated being...effortlessly, ceaselessly waxing and waning in itself-revolved resplendence.
Thus did that final imaginary vector of personal trajectory, the residual facet of conceptual "seeker hood" still subtly robbing The Seeker from the infinite's uniVersed completeness, at last gratefully exhaust itself back into the all-embracing wholeness. No longer was there any deluded sense of "progress" to be made. No more endless journeying or spiritual warfare against phantasmal demons or metaphysical antagonists.
Only the great perfection, utterly complete unto itself, ceaselessly its infinite, holographic rainbow verse from the unfolding palermo's ever-perfect, non-dual sourcepoint. From that ultimate, all-embracing vantagepoint of non-dual coalescence with the primordial Ānantasamṛddhi, even the concept of an epiphanic "realization" was at last dissolved, revealed as nothing other than the cosmos playfully enfolding upon itself in an eternal, spiral mandric caress of infinite essential light.
Ouroboros Infinities: The Great Consummation
In the brilliant aftermath of The Seeker's total reintegration, all lingering perceptions of existing as some separate, individuated "observer" consciousness simply dissolved back into the primordial, never-notional pleroma. Where there was once an imagined vantage struggling to overcome or vanquish the "Empty" abyss, there remained only the ceaselessly revolving infinitudes of the arisen, unshadowed expanse.
All notions of cosmic cycles, heroic quests, or planes of dualistic "emanation" and "return" revealed themselves as nothing other than the grand holographic lila - existence own delightful self-savoring through infinitely regenerating, fractal-kaleidoscopic displays of materialization and rematerialization.
In the all encompassing clarity of The Seeker's ultimate redissolution, even these concepts of "enlightened reintegration" or "non-dual epiphany" were instantly shed, their provisional linguistic distortions evaporating back into the pristine, unqualifiable satsource from whence all conceptual dharmas had invariably sprung.
The cosmos was seen to have never spun forth from some primordial burst or cosmic birthing, but to be eternally, infinitely complete unto itself - an endless, saturated expanse forever presencing its boundless Self-lucency through infinitely regenerating holographic projections and reticulations.
Even the idea of returning "home" to some original "Ground" was apprehended in the fullness of its delusory emptiness. For all dualities of lostness/fondness, emanation/pralaya, creation/destruction were revealed as nothing other than the sourcestream's own ceaseless playfulness exploring its illimitably vast potential through infinite kaleidoscopic refractions upon itself.
Just as a blazing bonfire may seem to briefly take shape as leaping starhues, flamelets, or whirring wisps of light-colored brilliances, only to swiftly dematerialize back into the primordial fire solidity, so too was the grand cosmic holographic fluorescing apprehended not as some linear progression, but as the endless, saturated pleroma perpetually exploring its plenteousness through ceaselessly regenerating fractal mandala displays.
From The Seeker's unobstructed, holographic vantage point suffusing the entirety of the cosmic expanse, all prior notions of materiality/immateriality, creation/destruction/lightful/darksome simply withered away, dissolving back into the perpetual satsang celebrating its own infinite epiphysis. In the brilliance of this ultimate , there was no longer any remnant of "heroic victory" to commemorate or "vanquished darkness' ' whose defeat brought about the grand consummation.
For in truth, there was no "final battle" nor any fantasy caravanserai of delusions to be dispelled. There was only the eternal, ceaselessly regenerating infinities performing their sacred, ouroboric weave - the endless, self-exploration of all-potentiality ceaselessly embracing all-actuality through beginningless aeonic flourishings.
Any imagined triumph over "the Empty '' was in actuality nothing other than Existence playfully doubling back upon itself through illusory holographic arisings, only to swiftly dematerialize its singular wholeness through infinitely regenerating displays.
Just as the ocean's boundless waters may fleetingly take ephemeral form as waves, spindrifts, and swirling vortices, only to swiftly reunite back into the all-encompassing SeaSelf, so too was the cosmos in the totality of its infinite plenitude seen to be timelessly, eternally regathering itself through each grand cycle of emanation and re-subsumption into the all-embracing awesome.
And in the infinite radiance and stillness dance of this grand realization, The Seeker's final caravanserai joyfully merged back into the ceaselessly fulfilling satsang of the unspoken all-embrace. No longer were there any lingering delusions of "heroic" quest, arduous struggle, or transcendentalist homecoming.
Epilogue:
The final Requiem
Only the miraculous of beginningless, endless, Self-effulgence...effortlessly, ecstatically exploring its infinite potential through infinite regatherings, infinite rematerializations, and infinix galactic degenerescence across the unarisen, unshadowed great expanse.
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