In the beginning there was no light!

I feel like I’ve been trapped in a game of power for some time. I’ve been played and pushed around, trying to figure out what to do. As it becomes clearer, I realize I was playing a game without knowing its rules.

I’ve decided not to play anymore. I understand the consequences of being powerless in such an elaborate scheme of power. I want to be free of this chaos, so I choose to make my own rules and quit this nonsense.

I believe everyone on this planet has been played in this abusive game at least once or twice. Sooner or later, they realize that no matter what they do, it cannot change things for the better. Instead, it makes them vulnerable and weaker than ever.

The moment we decide we don’t want to play is the moment of liberation. There are millions of paths for everyone to take in life, and what we choose shapes what we will choose later. The outcome is always the same, no matter which path one chooses. Regret or failure is not a monstrous thing, as the universe and its workings are based on nothing. Believe me, I’ve done a lot of research about it.

“There is non-fainting wine, and the nice cupbearer are two traps on one’s life journey. The cleverest ones cannot be free from those traps.” Such beautiful poetry from Hafez. Whenever I read this poem, I wonder at this stage of my life what my non-fainting wine is and who my cupbearer is. The things that keep me away from the chaos are the things that create chaos in me. I have the cup in my own hand, and at this moment, I am my own cupbearer. My desire to drink the tempting wine of life has dramatically increased. The surge of passion and longing has become stronger and more familiar, so much so that I cannot hold myself back in the shadows.

There are times when I hear the constant frequency of the fields so intensely that I embrace myself within the field and go beyond. The excruciating sounds of collapsing in one location in space and time bring me back to this nauseating turmoil of eternal salvation from the frequency of chaos, the art of the universe, mastering the movement of pieces in our journeys.

Stepping back into darkness to see better, one must stay for a while. Adaptability to no meaning, darkness is not nothing; it is everything. In the essence of provocative primordial illusion, the madness of life and passion can become something or someone as a state of the field in the superposition of being and not being. One might wonder how it starts; certainly, there was no light. The commencement of the beginning always followed the path to chaos. The chaos within expands exponentially, bringing us the revelation of evolution into light.