Merged

In the midst of the cosmic clash between Siddharta and Dharmapala, a revelation unfolded that would reshape the very fabric of their battle. The small, imperfect light that had once emanated from Maqam Ahadiyyah was now unveiled as the doorway to a new level of power. The luminescence expanded, and the very essence of Maqam Ahadiyyah enveloped Idris, lifting him from the battlefield and into the presence of the ultimate truth.

Idris, known as the Wise One, stood before the radiant Maqam Ahadiyyah, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and reverence. The air was charged with an energy that transcended both time and space, an energy that held the wisdom of ages and the secrets of existence itself. Maqam Ahadiyyah, the embodiment of Ein Sof, radiated a brilliance that illuminated the darkest corners of Idris's consciousness.

In that timeless moment, Idris felt the power of Maqam Ahadiyyah infuse his very being. It was not just physical strength, but a strength that resonated on a spiritual and cosmic level. It was as if the wisdom of the universe flowed through his veins, filling him with a profound understanding of his purpose in the battle that raged on.

"You carry the legacy of prophets and the aspirations of humanity within you," Maqam Ahadiyyah's voice echoed within Idris's mind, reverberating through the boundless expanse of his thoughts. "The time has come for you to wield the strength that has been entrusted to you."

Idris bowed his head, acknowledging the weight of his destiny. The power he felt was not just his own—it was a continuation of the divine lineage that stretched back through the annals of time. It was a power that could reshape reality itself, a power that resonated with the core essence of creation.

As he stepped back onto the battlefield, Idris could feel the newfound strength coursing through him. Every movement he made was imbued with a fluid grace that belied his mortal form. It was as if the very laws of physics bent to his will, and his martial arts prowess had reached a level that surpassed mere physicality.

With a focused mind and a heart filled with purpose, Idris engaged Dharmapala in combat once more. Their clash sent shockwaves through the dimensions, each blow resonating with the echoes of prophecy and cosmic truths. Idris's movements were guided not just by his training, but by the wisdom that Maqam Ahadiyyah had bestowed upon him.

The battle raged on, a dance of power and purpose that unfolded amidst the chaos. Idris's strikes were precise and calculated, each blow carrying the weight of centuries of understanding. He tapped into the energy of Maqam Ahadiyyah, channeling it to strengthen his resolve and guide his movements.

Dharmapala, though powerful in his own right, found himself facing an opponent who transcended the limitations of ordinary mortals. Idris's movements were a testament to the harmonious union of physical mastery and spiritual enlightenment. With each clash, he channeled the wisdom of the prophets who had come before him, weaving their legacies into the very fabric of his being.

As the battle continued, the cosmic energies intensified. The clash of light and darkness, chaos and order, resonated through the dimensions, creating a spectacle that transcended mortal comprehension. The skies trembled, and the very ground quaked beneath the weight of their conflict.

And in the midst of this epic struggle, Idris felt the presence of Maqam Ahadiyyah within him, a guiding force that illuminated the path of righteousness. It was not just physical strength that Maqam Ahadiyyah had granted him, but a connection to the eternal truths that shaped the universe itself.

With a final surge of power, Idris unleashed a blow that shattered the barriers of Dharmapala's defense. The clash sent shockwaves that rippled through the dimensions, and in that pivotal moment, the wisdom of ages converged in a single strike.

Dharmapala's form flickered, his power waning as the light of truth pierced through his chaotic essence. As the echoes of their battle subsided, Idris stood victorious, his form radiating with the luminescence of Maqam Ahadiyyah.

The cosmic energies gradually settled, and the dimensions began to realign. The battlefield, once a tumultuous maelstrom, now basked in a serene calmness. Idris looked around, his gaze resting upon the manifestation of Maqam Ahadiyyah that had guided him to this moment.

"You have shown that even amidst the chaos of conflict, the power of truth and wisdom can prevail," Maqam Ahadiyyah's voice echoed once more, resonating through the very core of Idris's being.

Idris nodded, a sense of fulfillment settling within him. He had not only harnessed the strength bestowed upon him, but he had embodied the legacy of prophets and the guidance of cosmic truths. As the cosmic winds gently swept through the battlefield, Idris stood as a testament to the unbreakable bond between mortal and divine, the embodiment of wisdom and strength that transcended the bounds of time and space.

Amidst the clash of cosmic forces, the battle between Idris and Dharmapala raged on, each strike resonating with the power of universes. The air crackled with energy as their movements transcended mortal comprehension. Idris, known for his wisdom and prowess, fought with a determination that stemmed from the guidance of Maqam Ahadiyyah. Yet, against the overwhelming might of Dharmapala, even his enhanced strength seemed futile.

Dharmapala's power seemed boundless, his very essence defying the laws of reality. Each blow he delivered carried the weight of chaos and the echoes of unenlightenment. Idris, though formidable, found himself pushed to the brink, the force of Dharmapala's onslaught threatening to engulf him completely.

As the battle continued, Idris's movements became more labored, his every action hampered by the sheer force of Dharmapala's assault. The ground beneath them shook with each clash, and the skies themselves seemed to tremble in response to their conflict. Dharmapala's laughter echoed through the dimensions, a cacophony of darkness that resonated with the very core of Idris's being.

"You are but a mere mortal, striving against forces beyond your comprehension," Dharmapala's voice reverberated, a mocking tone lacing his words. "Your wisdom means nothing in the face of true power."

Idris's breath came in ragged gasps, his form battered and bruised. The battle had taken a toll on him, both physically and spiritually. But deep within his heart, the spark of determination burned brightly. He refused to succumb to the darkness that Dharmapala represented, holding onto the teachings and guidance that had shaped his existence.

With a renewed surge of energy, Idris launched himself into the fray once more. His strikes were fueled by the wisdom of ages, each blow carrying the hopes and dreams of humanity. But Dharmapala's power seemed to shift and warp, adapting to Idris's attacks with a malevolent glee.

"You fight in vain," Dharmapala taunted, his form flickering like shadows dancing in the void. "Your efforts are meaningless against the might of unenlightenment."

Idris's resolve wavered for a moment, doubt creeping into his thoughts. But then, a voice echoed within him—the voice of Maqam Ahadiyyah, the embodiment of Ein Sof. The wisdom that had guided him throughout his journey surged within him, strengthening his spirit.

"No force, no matter how great, can extinguish the light of truth," Idris declared, his voice unwavering despite his exhaustion.

In a final, desperate effort, Idris gathered his remaining strength and channeled it into a single, powerful strike. The blow collided with Dharmapala's form, creating shockwaves that rippled through the dimensions. The clash of energy seemed to hold the very fabric of reality in suspension, the outcome uncertain.

And then, in an instant that felt like an eternity, Dharmapala's form wavered, his power faltering. It was as if a crack had appeared in his unassailable darkness. Idris felt a glimmer of hope, the realization that even the mightiest forces had their vulnerabilities.

But just as victory seemed within reach, Dharmapala's power surged once more. His form solidified, and with a vicious strike, he overpowered Idris's defenses. Idris staggered back, his vision blurring as the force of the blow reverberated through his being.

In that moment of vulnerability, Dharmapala's laughter echoed, a triumphant sound that chilled Idris to his core. "Your resistance has been shattered," Dharmapala hissed, his form looming over Idris. "You are nothing before the might of chaos."

Idris struggled to stand, his body aching and battered. He knew that Dharmapala's words held a grain of truth—the unenlightened chaos was overpowering him. Yet, as he drew upon the teachings and guidance he had received, a small glimmer of hope sparked within him.

And then, in a breathtaking twist of fate, Maqam Ahadiyyah intervened. The radiant presence materialized before Idris, a beacon of light amidst the darkness. With a gesture that seemed to defy the very laws of existence, Maqam Ahadiyyah produced a single, luminous droplet of black water.

As the droplet fell, time seemed to slow. The black water splashed against Dharmapala's form, and in an instant, a profound stillness enveloped the battlefield. Dharmapala's essence, once overpowering, began to diminish. His chaotic form crumbled, disintegrating into nothingness.

Idris watched in awe as the darkness that had consumed Dharmapala was replaced by a serene light. The battlefield, once a realm of chaos, now radiated with a tranquil energy. Dharmapala's essence dissolved, his power nullified by the enigmatic properties of the black water.

In the aftermath of the battle, Idris stood amidst the fading echoes of conflict. He looked towards Maqam Ahadiyyah, gratitude and awe filling his heart. The drop of black water had been a catalyst, a manifestation of divine intervention that had brought an end to Dharmapala's reign of darkness.

"You have proven that the power of wisdom and truth can overcome even the most formidable forces," Maqam Ahadiyyah's voice echoed, resonating with a sense of profound satisfaction.

Idris nodded, a sense of fulfillment settling within him. The battle had been a testament to the strength that resided within the teachings and guidance he had received. As the energies of the battlefield gradually subsided, Idris stood as a symbol of the unwavering bond between mortal and divine—a bond that could overcome even the darkest chaos with the luminous power of truth.

As the dust settled on the battlefield, a profound stillness descended. The energies that had fueled the epic clash between Idris and Dharmapala began to dissipate, leaving behind a sense of calm that belied the tumultuous events that had transpired. Idris stood amidst the aftermath, his breath ragged and his body weary from the battle.

Gazing towards Maqam Ahadiyyah, Idris felt a deep gratitude for the guidance and support he had received. The drop of black water had been a decisive factor in ending the conflict, a mysterious force that had counteracted the unenlightened chaos of Dharmapala.

"You have proven yourself as a true guardian of wisdom and light," Maqam Ahadiyyah's voice echoed, a resonance of admiration underlying the words.

Idris nodded, a sense of accomplishment mingling with his exhaustion. The battle had been a trial by fire, a testament to the strength that could be summoned in the face of overwhelming odds. But as the moments passed, Idris began to feel a change within him—an awareness that the power that had allowed him to access the Abstraction ability was waning.

As the last vestiges of that extraordinary power faded, Idris felt a bittersweet sensation. The connection that had allowed him to transcend the boundaries of mortal existence was gradually slipping away. It was as if the universe itself was returning to its natural state, leaving behind the residue of an epic confrontation.

Maqam Ahadiyyah's presence remained steadfast, a source of guidance even as the extraordinary abilities began to diminish. "The power you wielded was a gift, a manifestation of divine intervention," Maqam Ahadiyyah explained. "It was bestowed upon you for a purpose—to face the darkness that threatened existence."

Idris understood the wisdom in Maqam Ahadiyyah's words. The power he had wielded was not meant to be a permanent fixture but a means to achieve a specific goal. As the power receded, Idris felt a sense of closure, a recognition that his role in the battle had been fulfilled.

With a final glance towards the battlefield, Idris turned towards Maqam Ahadiyyah. "I am grateful for the strength I was granted," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "It allowed me to face the darkness and emerge victorious."

Maqam Ahadiyyah's presence emanated a sense of approval. "The light within you has always been your greatest strength," Maqam Ahadiyyah responded. "The power you accessed was a reflection of that inner light, a tool to amplify your innate wisdom and courage."

As the realization settled within him, Idris felt a renewed sense of purpose. The battle had tested him, stretched the limits of his abilities, and revealed the depths of his connection with the divine. Though the extraordinary power was fading, the lessons and experiences he had gained would remain.

With a final nod towards Maqam Ahadiyyah, Idris turned his gaze towards the horizon. The sun was beginning to rise, casting a warm glow over the battlefield. The world seemed to exhale as the tensions of the battle dissolved into the dawn.

As he walked away from the battlefield, Idris carried with him the memories of the epic clash, the guidance of Maqam Ahadiyyah, and the enduring strength that resided within him. The power he had wielded may have faded, but the light of wisdom and truth burned brighter than ever, a beacon that would continue to guide him on his journey.

In the aftermath of the cosmic convergence, a profound stillness settled over the expanse of existence. The fusion of Maqam Ahadiyyah's divine presence with the united essence of The One Above Buddha and The One Below Buddha had birthed a reality that defied mortal comprehension.

As the energies coalesced, an entity emerged—a being of radiant light and profound darkness, of divine essence and infinite void. It stood at the nexus of existence, embodying both the highest and lowest realms of divinity in a singular form.

Idris watched in awe as this celestial being materialized before him. Its presence radiated a boundless power, an energy that seemed to reverberate through the very fabric of reality. The paradoxical nature of its existence was mesmerizing—an embodiment of the profound union between enlightenment and unenlightenment.

The being extended a hand towards Idris, and he could feel a rush of energy coursing through his veins. "Witness the culmination of duality, the dance of light and darkness entwined," its voice resonated with a timbre that transcended the limitations of mere sound.

As Idris gazed into the being's form, he sensed a harmonious synthesis—a merging of opposites that created a symphony of existence. The being's presence seemed to radiate waves of creation and dissolution, a cosmic rhythm that pulsed in harmony with the heartbeat of the universe.

"You stand at the threshold of an unprecedented reality," the being continued, its words echoing through the cosmos. "Here, the concept of existence itself takes on new dimensions, transcending all boundaries."

Idris listened with rapt attention as the being began to unveil the mysteries of this newly formed realm. The One Above Buddha's domain was an enigma—an all-encompassing realm that spanned beyond the constructs of space and time. It was a realm where contradictions coexisted in a delicate equilibrium, a realm that held the essence of everything and nothing simultaneously.

In contrast, The One Below Buddha's realm represented the void—the residue of divinity's journey through the infinite. It was a realm of emptiness, an eternal abyss that bore witness to the passage of enlightenment and the echoes of unenlightenment. It was the canvas upon which creation was painted, a canvas that lay dormant yet pregnant with potential.

As the being's revelations unfolded, Idris felt a profound resonance deep within his being. The truths being unveiled were not merely concepts; they were ancient memories that stirred within his soul. The realization echoed with a familiarity that transcended his mortal existence.

"You are chosen to carry the legacy of this convergence," the being's words held a weight of cosmic significance. "To embody the paradox and carry it forth into the cosmic dance of existence."

Idris nodded, his heart pulsating with a profound sense of purpose. He could sense the threads of knowledge weaving through his very essence, awakening latent insights and illuminating the path that lay ahead.

As the dialogue unfolded, Idris found himself engaged in a conversation that spanned the realms of philosophy, spirituality, and cosmic understanding. The being's insights flowed like an eternal river, carrying with them a sense of interconnectedness that bound all aspects of existence into a seamless tapestry.

Time seemed to lose its meaning, and Idris was lost in the symphony of revelations. The insights were both humbling and exhilarating, expanding his perception beyond the confines of his mortal self. The being's presence was a reminder that reality was a tapestry woven from the threads of the known and the unknown.

Eventually, as the conversation reached its crescendo, Idris felt a profound peace enveloping him. The being's form began to dissipate, its luminosity merging with the cosmic fabric itself. As it faded, Idris was left with a sense of clarity—a clarity that transcended words and concepts.

With a heart full of gratitude, Idris turned his gaze towards the horizon. The universe seemed to shimmer with renewed vibrancy, reflecting the insights he had gained. As he ventured forward, he carried within him the wisdom of the convergence—a wisdom that would guide him through the boundless expanse of creation and dissolution.

In the wake of the cosmic revelations, the essence of The One Above Buddha began to disentangle itself from Idris. As the radiant light withdrew, Idris felt a profound sense of transformation settling over him. He was now a vessel for the culmination of divinity, a conduit for the boundless wisdom that had been unveiled.

As the last traces of The One Above Buddha's presence receded, Idris stood at the precipice of a new reality. The insights gained during the convergence had fused with his being, elevating him to a state of consciousness beyond mortal comprehension.

And then, with a celestial whisper, the presence of The One Above Buddha returned. But this time, it was not a presence that stood separate from him. Instead, it flowed into him, merged with him, and became one with his very essence. Idris could feel the boundaries between self and divinity dissolve, as he became a vessel for the infinite.

Gautama, now embodying the infinite nothingness, gazed upon the cosmos with eyes that held the secrets of creation and dissolution. His form radiated a luminosity that was visible only to those who possessed the perception of higher beings. To ordinary mortals, he was but a whisper of cosmic energy, a phenomenon that eluded the grasp of their limited senses.

He addressed the cosmos with a voice that resonated through the fabric of existence, "I am the embodiment of the endless and infinite nothingness—the convergence of everything and nothing. In me, the duality of existence finds its resolution, and the concept of 'everything' dissolves into the concept of 'nothing.'"

With a simple gesture, he extended his hand, and galaxies danced in response, stars burst forth with renewed brilliance, and constellations shifted to compose verses of cosmic poetry. His presence transcended the limitations of space and time, existing as a symphony of energy that resonated through all dimensions.

"Embrace the paradox," Gautama's voice echoed through the hearts of celestial beings and mortal souls alike. "In me, the finite and the infinite merge, the known and the unknown dance in harmony. I am the highest nothingness—the canvas upon which existence is painted, and the essence of all creation."

As he spoke, galaxies spun around him like celestial dancers, and nebulae transformed into vibrant tapestries of color and light. The cosmic dance reflected the eternal rhythm of his being—the convergence of all that was and all that was not.

With a gentle smile that carried the weight of ages, Gautama turned his gaze upon the universe. His form shimmered with the brilliance of countless stars, each one a testament to the boundless potential of existence. He had become the embodiment of the divine paradox—a being who existed in the space between concepts, a being who was both nothing and everything, finite and infinite.

And so, Gautama, now the Enlightened One in its truest sense, stood as a beacon of cosmic understanding. His presence was a reminder that the universe was a tapestry woven from threads of light and shadow, a symphony composed of notes of existence and non-existence. He had transcended the limitations of duality and embraced the realm of unity—the realm where the highest nothingness found its expression.

With his every thought, he could weave galaxies into existence, and with his every breath, he could dissolve stars into the void. He had become the cosmic poet, crafting verses of truth and wisdom across the canvas of the universe.

The One Above Buddha is exist in the enigmatic terrain known as the "Super Crunch." This realm extended far beyond the confines of the small multiverse, encompassing a vast tapestry of dimensions that reached heights of superiority beyond measure. Each dimension was a higher reality, an ascent into the infinite that defied the very foundations of known physics and mathematics.

As he journeyed, a sense of anticipation hung in the air, like the calm before a storm. The very fabric of this reality seemed to ripple with hidden currents, as if responding to some cosmic rhythm that existed beyond human comprehension. And there, on the outskirts of this cosmic dance, a nebulous form occasionally materialized—a shape that transcended the constraints of form and name.

The One Above Buddha understood that their path was not a linear trajectory but a meandering voyage, guided by the esoteric geometry of an alien vortex. This vortex existed beyond the reach of conventional laws, a labyrinthine tangle of pathways that seemed to defy the very notion of causality itself. Even the most advanced branches of knowledge, from non-Euclidean calculus to quantum physics, proved inadequate in deciphering the intricacies of the Super Crunch.

It was a realm where logic ceased to be a guiding light and where infinity assumed myriad forms that eluded the grasp of human understanding. Even the brightest minds among his peers could not formulate a coherent description, let alone calculate the contours of the Super Crunch. Here, the very concept of numbers fractured into uncountable fragments, and the boundaries of reality extended into vistas that defied measurement.

Yet, undeterred by the unfathomable mysteries that surrounded him, The One Above Buddha pressed forward. His essence resonated with the profound knowledge that this was a realm of unparalleled significance—a realm where the boundless cosmos converged, and where the threads of existence intertwined with the threads of non-existence.

In the silence of the Super Crunch, he forged his path with unwavering determination. With each step, he ventured deeper into the heart of the unknown, his presence echoing through dimensions that were as countless as the stars in the night sky. And as he navigated this labyrinth of incomprehensible dimensions, he carried with him the wisdom and light of the transcendent realm he had left behind—the realm that existed beyond all measure, all calculation, and all conceivable understanding.

In the hushed expanse of the Super Crunch, where concepts themselves seemed to dissolve and reform, The One Above Buddha ventured forth. The very nature of his existence defied the limitations of finite understanding, for he was the embodiment of the paradoxical—the convergence of the seen and the unseen, the finite and the infinite. And in this realm of silence, his journey continued, a testament to the insatiable thirst of the human spirit to explore the farthest reaches of the cosmos, even if the path led through realms where silence spoke louder than words.

In the annals of ancient lore, inscribed upon the pages of an age-old tome, it is recounted that the realm known as the Super Crunch transcends even the outermost fringes of our comprehension. It delves into the very essence of ultimate infinity, an abstraction so profound that it dissolves the confines of conventional understanding. Here, dimensions interlock and intertwine in a dance that challenges the very fabric of reality itself, beckoning us to journey beyond the precipice of known existence.

The Super Crunch beckons us to traverse the boundless landscape of dimensional juxtaposition—a realm where space and time cascade in fractal patterns, a cosmic kaleidoscope of infinite configurations. This domain, far removed from the limits of our terrestrial domain, resonates with the echo of atoms and cosmos that form the intricate threads of existence. Each atom, a microcosm of its own, aligns in intricate harmony with the cosmos at large, forming a direct continuum that defies conventional understanding.

Yet, the nature of the Super Crunch is far from predictable, for it is a cosmos of enigmatic curves and angles that defy the constraints of geometric logic. Within its domain, numbers cease to be mere symbols, sets transcend conventional classification, and mathematics itself bends and twists along its contours. It exists as an embodiment of the irrational, where equations and theorems give way to a realm of paradoxes that challenge the very core of mathematical understanding.

The origin of the Super Crunch, shrouded in mystery and awe, lies in a realm even more minuscule than infinity—a paradoxical conception that surpasses the boundaries of even the most inaccessible cardinal numbers. This infinity residing within the realm of the uncountable cardinality, becomes a foundation for the vast expanse of the Super Crunch. It forms the genesis of a reality where the grandeur of infinitude transcends our human capacity to fathom.

As we stand on the precipice of our known reality, gazing out into the expanse of the cosmos, the Super Crunch beckons us to venture beyond the boundaries of our understanding. It is a realm where the constraints of space and time are but fleeting illusions, where dimensions fold and unfold like the pages of an ancient manuscript. The infinite reunited with the finite, and the rational reunited with the irrational.

And so, as we contemplate the mystery of the Super Crunch, we find ourselves humbled by the boundless mysteries it holds. It beyond our perceptions, questions our certainties, and invites us to explore a reality that stretches beyond the limits of human imagination. The ineffable mysteries, we are reminded that the universe is a canvas of endless possibilities, where the realm of the known is but a single stroke in the horror that unfolds before us.

In all known Creation, the Divine has never used the same mechanisms as those used by human hands, and many wise souls whisper that such mechanisms are beyond the reach of the Thanatos—humans, dwarves, elves, gnomes, as well as other races that can think logically—in short, it is like the intermediaries that shape what has been forged. The Thanatos are bound by ancient covenants forged in Creation, having to tread a path long traveled, using tools sharpened by craftsmen of yesteryear. In contrast the Divine, in His wisdom as simple and profound as a trough, knows no such shackles. His grace flows freely, flowing through whatever it deems fit, unshackled by the limitations of understanding approximations or descriptions or rigid decrees of natural law.

The infinite nature of free will—this is the Absolute, the Infinite. Herein lies the crucial difference between true Divinity and real beings who dwell in the realm of shadows. No matter how great their power, the extent of their deviation from the established order, or how high their position, if they emit dark reflections that are their counterparts, they are not of Divine origin. The true Divine stands alone, a transcendent beacon of light, casting no shadow but its own—a singular figure in the whole of existence expanding at all times, illuminating the hearts of those who seek, yet remaining beyond their reach.

At least it can be applied to the manifested God: Parashurama, the Wise Warrior, and Rama, the Perfect King. Although they were both divine, their paths and destinations were very different.

Parashurama was born (rather, manifested himself) into a Brahmin family as the son of Rishi Jamadagni and Mother Renuka. His name means "Rama with an axe," as he carried a battle axe given by Lord Shiva himself. Unlike most Brahmins who devoted themselves purely to spiritual pursuits, Parashurama became a formidable warrior when the warrior class, the Kshatriyas, became corrupt with power and began to oppress the weak.

After a powerful king named Kartavirya Arjuna killed his father, Parashurama vowed to rid the earth of the unrighteous warriors. Twenty-one times he circled the earth, challenging and defeating corrupt Ksatriyas wherever he found them. Such was his dedication to dharma that he gave all the conquered lands to the rishis and saints, keeping nothing for himself.

A few generations later came Rama, who was born (manifested) as the eldest son of King Dasharatha of Ayodhya. Where Parashurama was the personification of divine wrath, Rama embodied divine grace and perfect righteousness. He was the ideal son, husband, brother and king - following dharma even when it took him to a fourteen-year exile in the forest.

The paths of these two gods met once, when young Rama returned from his marriage to Sita. Parashurama who heard that Rama had broken Shiva's great bow during the wedding ceremony, confronted him angrily. He offered Rama his own bow, given by Vishnu, challenging the young prince to use it.

Later, Rama effortlessly plucked the bow, Parashurama recognizing him as the next propagator of Vishnu's teachings. All of Parashurama's divine powers transferred to Rama, completing the transition from one age to the next, yet Parashurama still had the exact same ones, only he left to complete his duties as Kalki. The warrior resi bowed to the young prince, recognizing that his own time had passed and a new era of dharma had begun.

Parashurama then retreated to perform samadhi on the mountain, while Rama went on to his duty - defeating the demon king Ravana and establishing a golden age of righteousness.

Then at the end of the Kali Yuga, when falsehood, greed, lethargy, and irreligion defeat truth, love, cleanliness, and asceticism... know that the Kali Yuga is nearing its end. And when the end came, riding on his swift white horse Devadatta, a terrible sword like a comet lifted into the sky, Lord Kalki rode up. The hooves of his horse shook the earth, and the sound of his arrival brought fear to the wicked and joy to the righteous.

"Having attained Me, great souls are never again born in this temporary world of suffering. They attain the highest perfection. All worlds up to Brahmaloka will return, but one who attains Me will not be born again."

"Because all people surrender to Me, I reward them. Everyone follows My path in all things. Less intelligent people worship gods, and the results of their worship are limited and temporary. Those who worship the gods go to the planets of the gods, but My devotees eventually reach My supreme planet. Those who are not faithful in this devotional service cannot reach Me. Therefore, they return to the path of birth and death in this material world. Those who worship the gods will be born among the gods; those who worship the ancestors will go to the ancestors; those who worship ghosts and spirits will be born among such beings; and those who worship Me will live with Me. If you become conscious of Me, you will pass through all the obstacles of conditioned life with My grace. However, if you do not work in such awareness but act through a false ego, not listening to Me, you will be lost."

First came a drought that lasted a hundred years. Seven suns became twelve suns, burning the three worlds. Then Vishnu as Rudra breathed a great fire of dissolution, reducing everything to ashes. Finally came the great flood, the great water that covered everything.

When all was submerged in the cosmic waters, the Lord lay on the serpent Shesha, floating in the ocean of cause and effect. As He exhaled, universes emerged from His pores. As He inhales, they dissolve back into His being. From the Lord's navel arises the golden lotus, and from this lotus arises the new Brahma. Thus begins another cycle of creation, maintenance, and dissolution. "All beings enter into My nature at the end of one kalpa; at the beginning of the next kalpa, I create them again. The entire universe is under My control. By My will, the universe manifests itself again and again, and by My will, it is annihilated in the end.".

All of this can be applied to all Gods, such as: Adipurusha, Four Kumaras (Catuḥsana), Narada, Dattatreya, Kapila, Nara-Narayana, Yajna, Vibhu, Satyasena, Hari, Vaikunta, Ajita, Sharvabhouma, Vrishbha, Visvaksena, Dharmasetu, Sudhama, Yogeshwara, Brihadbhanu, Shaligram, Hayagriva, Hamsa, Vyasa, Matsya, Kurma, Dhanvantri, Mohini, Prithu, Vrishbha deva, Varaha, Narasimha, Vamana, Parashurama, Rama, Krishna, Buddha, Vikhanasa, Venkateswara, Chaitanya Mahaprabhu, Dhyaneshwar, and Kalki, anything else, all inclusive.

Verily, without hands and feet doth He move with great haste and graspeth; without eyes He beholdeth; without ears He hearkeneth. He knoweth all things that are to be known, yet none knoweth Him. They speak of Him as the Most High, the Infinite One.

Never hath He been a creature, neither hath He willed Himself to be finite, nor shall He ever be thus. He is unborn, eternal, ever-present and ancient of days. He who decayeth not and is from everlasting, the Self of all things, who pervadeth all creation, whom the wise declare to be free from birth.

All this is Brahman. From Him cometh all things, unto Him returneth all things, and by His power are all things sustained. Therefore, let one meditate in quietness upon Brahman. Every man hath his own mind, and whatsoever he willeth in this present life, that shall come to pass when he departeth hence.

And the supreme Brahman is known as Elohim, whose sacred name is YHVH or Allah, most exalted above all, the Creator of all things, the universes and all that dwelleth in His Will. He is beyond even the ignorance of man and the great gods that are known.

This is the Lord of all, the Omniscient One, the wellspring of all being, whence cometh the beginning and ending of all creatures. This dream of sleep is but a shadow, for He alone is the One Self, and the fourth is indeed the fourth Self. Both the gross and the subtle, both that which is formed and formless, both the wise and the simple, both He that is full of wisdom and He that is unseen, beyond comprehension, beyond perception, beyond description, the very essence of unity, the peace of the world, the blessed One, the tranquil One, the non-dual One, whom they regard as the fourth; He is part of the One.

He, the Divine, the One without form, is both without and within; He is the unborn; He transcendeth both life and mind, being most luminous, Supreme beyond that which changeth not. The Lord needeth not to perform any deed, neither hath He cause to act; there is none greater than He, nor any equal unto Him - for His might exceedeth all things, though man calleth Him by thousands of names and diverse appellations. Verily, His power, His works, and His knowledge, they exist of themselves, each according to its own nature and cause.

There is naught but Brahman, the One without second. Being and non-being are His manifestations, yet He transcendeth both being and non-being. There is nothing else besides Him. All things within Brahman, beyond He is Him. Whatsoever existeth in the universes, be it small or great, noble or lowly, is Brahman alone. All this too is Brahman. This is truth, and not falsehood.

To be continued...