The Flooding of the Infinite Emptiness

Our world was just a bubble, an isolated anomaly that was generated and made manifest by the spark of a thought. The mind of God is an enigma I most certainly could not decipher. It wasn't my place to, anyway. I just do what I'm told. This bubble was comfortable, and the world I was placed in was of a sufficiently large enough size to where I wouldn't be bored or idle for too long.

I liked to horse around in this world, and there were a few more entities like me to engage with. We would explore the mountains and forests, swim in the lakes and rivers, traverse the deserts and tundras, sail and dive into the oceans and seas. We were comfortable here, but even though the world was big, it wasn't big enough for our curiosity.

Outside of this sheltered world encased in an ethereal energy beyond my limited understanding was the mysterious exterior of my reality. crossing the ethereal boundary outside of the firmament was forbidden by the Creator. One of my friends was kind of a mischievous character, occasionally getting himself into trouble. He decided one day to drag me down a journey that would shatter the comfort and security of my world forever. It shattered the comfort and innocence of my very being. Even so, what we did, and what we initiated, would shape the very foundations of a new existence, one we would never need to be limited in or feel confined in ever again

We decided to break the rules. I was usually a little more cautious than I was that day. A little more obedient than my friend, at least most of the time. We decided to see what was beyond the ethereal boundary. We knew it was forbidden, but we were bored and going slightly stir-crazy, being confined and restricted in just this world. My friend and I snuck off into one of the larger forests of this paradise world, and we flew with our wings of grace to the ethereal boundary. We thought we were sneaky. We thought we went unnoticed. The Creator, however, sees all.

Even so, He didn't stop us, for our actions were foreseen, and this little endeavor of ours was part of his plan. A master plan, so wondrous, and so grand, that I and the rest of the Spirit Children had no idea the glory and wonder that was about to be set in motion.

As we approached the boundary, my friend turned to me and said, "what do you think is out there? More worlds like ours?" I looked at him and said with a hint of cheer, "I sure hope so! I'm kind of bored and burnt out with this world." We both laughed and sored higher until we reached the boundary. It was like a wall of a liquid-like substance. Surprisingly, it wasn't hard to penetrate. It was especially surprising, given the fact that it was so forbidden by our Maker to cross it. It was almost too easy.

I looked at my friend and smiled. "Here we go!" I said. We did a count to three, and we both passed through the boundary. What we saw on the other side, the word "shock" was an understatement. We saw nothing. Absolutely nothing. An endless, endless expanse of blackness. Emptiness that stretched as far as your mind can fathom and your heart can fear. That is what both me and my friend felt. Terror. Fear. A discomfort and unease that brought both of us to a state of trembling and tears.

We both began to cry and sob at the sight of an emptiness so vast and so consuming. We were heartbroken to realize that our world was the only one like it to exist anywhere, and the feeling of loneliness and isolation broke our spirits and our hopes. We tried to go back into our little bubble of a world, our sanctuary, but the boundary was sealed to where we couldn't return to the world. Our terror, grief, and discomfort grew to an even higher degree, and we cried out to our maker, "Lord, please, let us back inside. Please, Lord, let us go back home. We will never cross the boundary again! We promise! Please Lord!"

We cried out for hours, and as we began to lose hope, we saw an opening in front of us with the emptiness in the backdrop. "This is the consequence of disobedience. This loss of innocence and the terror you feel was what I was trying to protect my children from. Even so, my plan has been fulfilled. My dear children, you have become a significant part of the greatest plan to ever be made real." His words comforted us, but we were still stricken with fear and grief. I asked the Creator, "what is the great plan, Lord."

He replied, "My dear child. You and your friend are partakers in the flooding of the emptiness. The great expansion of substance and existence into the endless void. There is something that one of you must do. I must warn you, this is going to be a painful choice for the both of you, but it is the only way to make this plan manifest. Whoever makes the sacrifice of glory shall be honored and revered by countless souls, countless minds, and countless hearts." My friend asked, "What, master, is the Sacrifice of Glory?"

The Creator replied, "one of you must be willing enter into the heart of this world, and lay down your life so that substance, energy, and vibrancy can be spread infinitely into the endless emptiness. This sacrifice is painful and grueling, but whichever one of you submits and volunteers will be glorified for all time. I assure you, you will not cease to exist in your death and sacrifice, but your very essence will be wired into all particles, all energy, and all substance of the flood of somethingness into the endless emptiness. In your death, you are immortalized through becoming one with all substance."

My friend and I were both terrified. We both didn't want to lose our bodies and die for this. We both just wanted to go home and hike mountains and fly through clouds and play in the forests. We knew in our solemn awareness that we had no choice. One of us had to die. I loved my friend, and he loved me. I volunteered first, before he could beat me to the punch. My friend was heartbroken. He begged me to let him be the sacrifice of glory, but I insisted. The Creator said, "it is decided, then. You, dear child, will now inherit a glory second only to that of my own supremacy. I love you, dear one."

He sent me to the center of the world, and my body was vaporized. The Creator muttered, "it is finished," evacuated the remaining spirit children, and an explosion of substance, of somethingness was jettisoned at an infinite velocity into the emptiness, and the Creators conquest of darkness was finalized, and the emptiness ceased to be empty.

Webs of connections and networks of information, shapes, substance, and worlds became manifest everywhere, and a code of concepts, ideas, and truth was hardwired at the foundation of existence. This existence was constructed of an infinity of a scale down into the infinitely small and up into the infinitely large. There were substances and natures and entities and constructs of complexity and wonder no mind except for that of God could comprehend and understand. This was all made manifest in that Sacrifice of Glory, and I was wired into that concept code.

My sacrifice wired me into the very foundational code and substance of this infinite, eternal, ever-expanding existence. The emptiness was flooded indeed. Flooded with ideas. Flooded with substance. Flooded with "somethingness."

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