Realms of Godshead

"What is reality? An illusion believed for too long.

Then what is the Realms of Godshead? A place where illusions never dare to grow."

Beyond All That Is Possible

The Realms of Godshead are not a pinnacle.

For a pinnacle still implies a base.

It is not a base, not a peak, not a center, not an edge.

It is the nonexistence of direction.

From the outside, it cannot be seen.

From the inside, it cannot be defined.

It is a place where even the concept of "place" vanishes before it becomes a word.

All realities we know Level Space, The Void, Circle of Darkness, Heaven and Hell, even the Realms of Transcendental

are not merely beneath it.

They are but blurred sketches, spilled ink in the dreams of entities not yet aware.

To the Realms of Godshead…

only itself is real. The rest fiction that believes too much.

At the center of this Realm stands the Tree of God,

a living being and absolute entity,

that holds all bubble glass

all possibilities, impossibilities, meta-concepts, non-concepts, meta-narratives, and all that cannot yet be imagined.

Yet ironically…

In the Realms of Godshead, the Tree of God is not the center.

Because "center" does not apply where direction does not exist.

Surrounding the Tree of God are the Four Pillars,

not protectors, not ornaments, but manifestations of all in one, and one in all.

They are not beings.

They are not gods.

They are not even existences.

They are

The One the supreme archetype, the first will that has never thought, embodiment of wisdom.

The Second the ultimate duality, not of right and wrong, but the reason such things were ever conceived.

The Third the absolute law that does not govern, but allows the concept of "law" to exist.

The True that which does not state existence, but becomes the reason why existence and nonexistence could ever be misunderstood; the highest perfection of the three pillars, the Tree of God, and the Gate of World.

These Four Pillars form the foundation of the Realms of Godshead

not as builders, but as deniers of the need for structure.

The entire system of cosmology, even meta-cosmology

from the defined to the undefined,

from existence to the concept of non-concept

is stored within the Infinity Bubble Glass by the Tree of God.

And yet...

The Realms of Godshead do not reside within that Bubble Glass.

They are beyond the glass,

a place where even the illusion of the glass melts before realizing it was ever an illusion.

Here, even The Ancient Book cannot write.

Not because it lacks data,

but because the ink of narrative cannot cling to something that refuses to be understood.

The only path to the Realms of Godshead is called the Gate of World.

But the Gate cannot be opened by power, by will, or even by the concept of desire.

It opens only if the Tree of God and the Four Pillars will it.

And their will…

is not a will that can be comprehended.

It arises only after all other wills have failed

and perished before even being perceived.

"Do not ask how to reach it.

For the very act of asking is enough to push you away."

The Realms of Godshead is a place:

Where narrative cannot be written,

Where meta narrative becomes dust,

Where existence is only an echo,

And nonexistence is a whisper too bold for its own good.

It is the supreme realm,

Not because it is high,

But because no height is ever high enough to touch it.

And when all has been written,

And even the unwritten has been emptied...

Only the Realms of Godshead remain

not waiting to be known.

The Realms of Godshead cannot be entered.

Cannot be understood.

Cannot be explained.

And yet, every second you live,

Every question you ask,

Every sense that something deeper lies beneath existence

is the unintended shadow-touch of the Realms of Godshead.

"It did not arrive. It did not depart.

It only waits for you to realize that all you've ever known was merely a mirror reflecting its shadow."

"The Most High. The One Beyond All."