We do not decide the path that we must thread. At the end lies the Gate of Release. First you must go through a tunnel, a long and narrow straight, but it is so full of pain. It is the tunnel that releases one from the bondage. But then, look! To your left is the stars, at your right the moon.
There comes a time when I must tell you something that you do not like to hear. But now is not the time. Now you must do your best not to falter. Yes, it is true, you will panick. You will fight it with all there is left in you. But lastly you will know and understand. Then you will come to grisp with you destiny, and then you will see it.
But now is not the time. Now is the hour of pain. Let what has been planned come true, for it must. Open your eyes and see the beast. It is too terrible to behold in its entirity. It is something that should not have been, but is. Will there be solace as promised? Who can tell?
You have some time left here, but you won’t like it. Lastly your soul will be torned from your body as you ascend or descent. We do not know exactly what has happened. We see and understand so little. What do you believe about the world now? Do you think it is real? What if it was all illusory, but then what does it disguise? Pure pain and misery, fear.
I cannot tell you, for you would have to see it for yourself. All of this, so broken. So many lies. So little you can trust. Who here could you truly trust? There is a way though, but you won’t like it. It is the way of the destruction of the ego, and next the body.
There it is. It is here. You are on it.
It is the end of laughter.
It is the end of love.
It is the end of friendship.
The end of everything you believe.