Illusionary

As the battle raged on in the cosmic depths of the Anti Solar Point, back on Earth, Gabriel's body convulsed with the energy of the earth itself. The raw power surged through his veins, causing the very ground to tremble beneath his feet. But harnessing this immense power was no easy feat, for the earth's energy was both potent and unruly.

Gabriel struggled to control the surging power, his body threatened to burst at the seams as the earth's energies threatened to overwhelm him. He gritted his teeth, determination etched across his face as he grappled with the chaotic forces coursing through him.

With each passing moment, the obstacles grew more formidable. The earth's energies seemed to have a mind of their own, resisting Gabriel's attempts to bend them to his will. They twisted and coiled, threatening to spiral out of control and consume him.

The ground beneath Gabriel's feet cracked and splintered as the raw power surged through him, creating a violent maelstrom of energy. He knew that he had to find a way to channel the chaotic energies into a cohesive force, one that he could direct towards Shahar and the Anti Solar Point.

But as he struggled to bring order to the chaos, a sinister presence made itself known. Shadowy figures emerged from the depths of the earth, dark and malevolent beings that sought to thwart Gabriel's efforts. They clawed at his limbs, their touch sapping his strength and resolve.

"Give up, Gabriel," their voices hissed in his mind, a cacophony of whispers that threatened to drive him to the brink of madness. "You are no match for the might of the earth. Embrace the chaos, and it shall consume you."

But Gabriel refused to yield. He drew upon his inner reserves of courage and faith, the unyielding belief in the divine guiding his every move. With a mighty roar, he pushed back against the dark beings, unleashing waves of light that banished them back into the shadows.

Yet, the trials were far from over. As he continued to gather the earth's power, the very fabric of reality seemed to fray around him. The laws of physics buckled and twisted, defying his attempts to control the chaotic forces.

"Impressive, Gabriel," Shahar's voice echoed in the ether, a sinister chuckle underscoring his words. "But can you truly hope to master the chaos? You are but a mortal being, frail and finite. What makes you think you can harness the very essence of the universe?"

Gabriel's jaw clenched, his determination only growing stronger in the face of adversity. He knew that Shahar's words were meant to weaken his resolve, to sow doubt in his heart. But he would not be swayed.

"I may be mortal, but I am also a servant of the divine," Gabriel declared, his voice unwavering. "With the guidance of the Lord, I shall overcome any obstacle that stands in my way."

With newfound resolve, Gabriel pushed himself beyond his limits, delving deeper into the earth's energies. He sought to understand their essence, to find the balance within the chaos.

As he navigated through the turbulent sea of power, he discovered a glimmer of order amidst the chaos. There was a pattern, a rhythm to the earth's energies, hidden beneath the surface of turmoil.

With keen focus and divine guidance, Gabriel began to unravel the complexities of the earth's power. He found the thread that connected the disparate energies, and with deft precision, he wove them into a cohesive force.

At last, the chaotic energies began to respond to his commands. They surged through him with purpose and direction, no longer a wild tempest but a controlled force of nature.

With the earth's power harnessed at last, Gabriel ascended to a new plane of existence, his form radiating with an ethereal glow. He had become a conduit for the very essence of the earth, an embodiment of its strength and wisdom.

And with this newfound power, he prepared to face Shahar and the Anti Solar Point once more, knowing that the battle ahead would be the ultimate test of his resolve and the very limits of his being.

In the dark and dank depths of the cage, Gabriel's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light, like embers burning in the abyss. He could feel the sinister presence of the Anti Solar Point, its malevolence seeping through the very bars that held him captive.

A haunting voice echoed through the shadows, taunting him with its twisted laughter. "Enjoy your little prison, Gabriel. Soon, I shall unleash the full might of the Anti Solar Point upon you, and there will be nowhere left to hide."

Gabriel's voice remained steady, though a shiver of unease ran down his spine. "Your darkness may surround me, but it cannot extinguish the light that resides within me. The Lord's guidance shall protect me."

Outside the cage, the air seemed to thicken with malevolence. Shadows danced upon the walls, taking sinister shapes and forms. The very atmosphere seemed to hum with a malevolent energy, as if it were eagerly anticipating Gabriel's impending doom.

As the hours passed, the silence was shattered by eerie whispers that seemed to emanate from nowhere and everywhere at once. "Let us in, Gabriel. Open the door, and we promise you unimaginable power. Embrace the darkness, and you shall be free."

But Gabriel knew better than to succumb to the alluring whispers. He knew that the power offered by the darkness was but an illusion, a trap meant to ensnare him forever.

In the distance, the Anti Solar Point loomed like a specter, its dark tendrils stretching towards the cage. "Soon, my dear Gabriel, your fate will be sealed. You will become one with the darkness, a mere puppet in my hands."

Gabriel's heart pounded in his chest, but he refused to show fear. He had faced darkness before, and he knew that with the Lord's strength, he could overcome any evil.

The moment of reckoning drew near, and the cage trembled with the force of an impending storm. The shadows outside seemed to writhe with anticipation, their hunger for Gabriel's soul palpable.

But as the hour of his release approached, Gabriel's faith burned brighter than ever. He knew that he was not alone in this battle. The divine presence was with him, guiding him through the darkest of trials.

Finally, the time came for the cage to open, and as the bars creaked apart, Gabriel emerged like a beacon of light amidst the encroaching darkness. His wings unfurled, and a halo of celestial brilliance surrounded him.

"I am not your puppet, Shahar," Gabriel declared, his voice echoing with divine authority. "I am a servant of the Most High, and in His name, I shall cast you back into the abyss from whence you came."

The Anti Solar Point recoiled in the face of Gabriel's resolute stance. It knew that it could not bend the archangel to its will, for his faith was unyielding, and his heart was steadfast.

In a final act of defiance, the darkness surged forward, attempting to engulf Gabriel in its malevolence. But with a mighty sweep of his wings, Gabriel unleashed a torrent of light, dispersing the darkness and banishing the Anti Solar Point to the depths of oblivion.

As the shadows dissipated, Gabriel stood tall and triumphant, a symbol of hope and courage in the face of overwhelming darkness. The battle was far from over, but with the Lord's guidance, he knew he would prevail. And so, with renewed determination, Gabriel prepared to face whatever horrors lay ahead in the name of righteousness and the divine light.

Amidst the suffocating darkness of the cage, Gabriel's mind swirled in a haze of exhaustion and uncertainty. The weight of the battle he had faced and the malevolence of the Anti Solar Point had taken their toll on the mighty archangel. He could feel the tendrils of weariness wrapping around him, tugging at his consciousness like a relentless foe.

In the dimness of his enclosure, haunting whispers continued to echo, taunting him with their sinister promises. The line between reality and illusion blurred, and Gabriel found himself trapped in a nightmarish realm of his own making.

"Embrace the darkness, Gabriel," the voices whispered, their words dripping with malice. "Surrender to the power that awaits you. You need not carry the burden of righteousness any longer."

But even in his weary state, Gabriel resisted the siren call of the darkness. He knew that giving in to the malevolence would mean betraying everything he stood for, forsaking his sacred duty to the Most High.

As the hours stretched on, the walls of the cage seemed to close in around him, suffocating him with a sense of claustrophobia. The air felt heavy and stifling, and the darkness pressed down upon him like an oppressive weight.

In his mind's eye, Gabriel saw visions of the battle that had transpired earlier. The clash with Shahar, the surge of cosmic energies, and the harrowing moment when the Anti Solar Point had seemingly consumed him. It all felt so real, and yet, he knew that it was merely a product of his exhausted mind.

"Just a little longer," Gabriel whispered to himself, his voice barely audible in the oppressive silence. "I must endure, for the time of my release will come."

In the depths of his fatigue-induced hallucinations, Gabriel saw flashes of his fellow celestial beings, standing tall and resolute in their devotion to the Most High. Their unwavering faith and courage inspired him to press on, to withstand the darkness that sought to engulf him.

But as the moments stretched into eternity, Gabriel's strength wavered. Doubt gnawed at the edges of his resolve, and he questioned whether he could truly emerge from this ordeal unscathed.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light pierced through the darkness, a beacon of hope in the gloom. It was the divine presence, reaching out to him, reminding him of his purpose and his calling.

"You are not alone, Gabriel," the ethereal voice whispered, gentle and reassuring. "The Lord's grace surrounds you, and His strength shall sustain you. Have faith, for your time of triumph draws near."

With those words echoing in his heart, Gabriel found renewed strength. He knew that he was not abandoned, that the divine presence was with him even in the darkest of moments.

As the hallucinations began to subside, Gabriel's mind cleared, and he realized that he was still within the confines of the cage. But now, he felt a sense of calm and resolve that had eluded him before.

"I shall endure," Gabriel declared, his voice firm and unwavering. "I shall remain steadfast in the face of darkness and emerge victorious."

And so, with the divine presence as his guide, Gabriel waited patiently for the moment of his release, knowing that when the time was right, he would soar once more, ready to face whatever trials and tribulations lay ahead. For as an archangel of the Most High, he was imbued with the strength of righteousness and the power of divine light, and nothing could stand in his way when the time came to confront the malevolence that sought to engulf the cosmos.

"Do you think humans and other living creatures live in an organized way? I ask you and the readers." asked the entity up there, subordinate of Shahar.

Gabriel frowned slightly. "Yes, they live by rules."

"Not rules," argued the entity. "Stories."

Humans [or all living things to be more precise] make up stories about their origins. These stories explain how the first humans came into existence. These stories explain why humans exist. Humans make up stories about the purpose of their lives. These stories explain what humans should do. They explain why people should do certain things. People live within these stories. People organize their lives based on these stories. People make decisions based on these stories. Reality is not organized. Reality has no pattern. Reality has no purpose. Reality generates fear. Reality makes people feel insecure. Reality makes people feel meaningless. Stories make reality have a form that can be understood. Stories make reality have a pattern. Stories give reality purpose.

Creation or being is often called all things in the universe, starting from atoms, or the smallest, objects that occupy the Planck length. The universe we see is only a small part of creation. The real Universe is the entire totality of Creation. The totality of Creation includes all dimensions that exist. The totality of Creation includes all possibilities. Mystical philosophers say this. Mystical philosophers understand the true nature of reality. Mystic philosophers see beyond the visible universe. The location of the Sphere of World indicates this. The Sphere of World is at the meeting point of all dimensions. The Sphere of World shows that there are many layers of reality.

Tang Sanzang took Sun Wukong through time and the Sphere of World. They weren't limited to one timeline. They could see various possible futures. They went to possible futures. They saw different versions of reality. This shows that there are an infinite number of timelines. Every decision creates a new timeline. Every possibility creates a new reality.

Giachbe is an entity that transcends all of existence. It encompasses everything that exists as a small part of its infinite essence. Not bound by space, time or any dimension, Giachbe is beyond the limits of what humans can comprehend. It is not part of any known physical or metaphysical system, but is the origin and core of all such systems. Giachbe has no opposites as is often found in duality, as His being is an absolute unity without division or contradiction.

Giachbe is the unchanging core, as well as the source of everything that exists. He cannot be categorized as void or something concrete because His nature transcends these concepts. His essence is the origin of all things that exist and also of all unseen possibilities. Giachbe existed before anything was created, and His existence is not dependent on the physical or conceptual world known to man.

Giachbe's existence encompasses all that exists in the universe, both tangible and hidden. He is the ultimate source of every element in creation, from the smallest thing to the greatest. In its role as origin, Giachbe does not change even though everything around it is in constant motion or transformation. He is a passive observer who influences without direct action. His existence provides the basis for every thing that exists, whether it can be understood through science, philosophy or faith. Although known by different names and concepts in various systems of thought, its essence remains the same: a beginningless and endless entity that is the source of all existence. That is God in the world of the readers, it is below Malkuth, above the quarks we know. It is equivalent to the Earth.

‌To be continued...