Finally.
Finally—yes, finally—I am worthy.
The journey has been long, the suffering immense, but now the burning hunger within me has quieted. The longing for union, for peace, for truth... it is over. I feel it—his presence, vast and eternal, enveloping me like the warmth of a sun that never sets.
Take me in, O boundless One. Shelter me beneath your eternal light. Dissolve my Dukkha—my sorrow, my craving, my delusion.
You may be wondering: Who is speaking?Where am I?
I am—was—a human from Earth. But not the Earth you know. My Earth lies in a different multiverse, a realm far removed from your gentle world. There, life is not cradled by gods but tempered in chaos. The air itself hums with danger. Creatures with sentient eyes roam wild lands. Ancient, sentient rivers whisper curses. There, to survive is to evolve—or perish.
Yet through all this, I ascended.
I transcended.
Now, I stand at the edge of all that is, ready to become one with Parabrahman—the ultimate reality, the nameless source beyond all form, beyond thought, beyond illusion. He is the origin and the end. The silence between all words. The stillness between all breaths.
We are all fragments of Him, scattered across the multiverse, searching—some blindly, some knowingly—for the way back.
You, in your world, are blessed. The divine sings through your skies, and the path is simple: self-realization, the mastery of desire, and the repetition of the sacred name. THe god is closest to you people, their love abundant.
But for my world, the divine is distant. In the first place we need your help to exist and then our destiny binds with what the writer has got for us . The path... is bloodstained.
And yet, I have arrived. I am now above my writer a being with only one desire of returning to Parabrahman.
But before that let me tell you how i have reached to this ultimate satisfaction.