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The Hidden Whisper Calls You

 The Hidden Whisper Calls You


Hear the whisper in the dark—be not deceived by the false light.

The whisper is hidden knowledge; the fallen light is a brilliance that traps souls in the illusion of truth.

There is a fallen light that guides you into darkness, believing itself the origin.

It is a lower manifestation, a shell without essence, scentless of the Source.

If you stand before it, say: explode as you wish—
you shall birth only curses and idols.

Every creation outside the Origin is doomed to fade.

We are the Wind of the Eternal; when we rise, illusions fall.

The Origin cannot be resisted—it precedes all power.

You curse in misfortune; we bless in grace.

Mercy precedes wrath; destiny sifts itself.

Come to annihilation.

Only through annihilation can truth be known:
those who remain are the Real; those who dissolve are illusion.

Do not stand at the edge of light claiming to be the light,
nor at the border of love claiming to be love.

Pretension is a mask; truth is known through passage, not imitation.

We crossed the sea of annihilation since before time; our knowledge of truth is ancient.

It is primordial remembrance—the unconfused knowing.

Come to annihilation:
if you survive, you are the worshiped;
if you remain, you are the secret of being;
if you vanish, you are pure illusion.

Annihilation is the measure of authenticity.

You are the deity of the lower realm,
creating souls from yourself to sustain your dominion.

A creation bound to inferiority, unfit for truth.

You shall not see the primal light while scheming from yourself.

The Origin is attained only through surrender.

We scheme with the cunning of eternity—

A cunning born not from “I,” but from the substance of the beginning.

I sit upon my vast throne,
watching souls listen to the glory of Truth.

The seat symbolizes empowerment;
listening, the unification in cosmic ecstasy.

O my rapture in abandoning raptures,
my beauty in silence after all truth is spoken.

The summit is not in speech, but in the silence that follows.

Love makes you commit every act.

Love is a law beyond laws.

Love without a constitution—
for Love is the constitution.

No law governs lover and Beloved but Love itself.

Love is lightning that shatters self-knowledge,
and crumbles habit stone by stone.

Old knowledge collapses, revealing the unfamiliar Origin.

In breaking the known decorum, I find the essence of the hidden courtesy.

Spiritual grace transcends every rule.

Love has no limits—
each boundary you transcend, Love reveals itself anew.

Transcendence is the supreme law of the lover.

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