Chapter LX. God’s Gate

-Am I under the influence of some drug? I do not feel like my mind is there! I feel like I am a cloud of smoke or a mound of light.

The voice: Do you believe in God?

Self: God? I do not really see anything in this world now but him.

-But you are a truth, do you not feel your presence?

-Am I God, then?

-Throughout their history, humans have searched for God, the beginning before which nothing began, and the end to which everything will end, and here you see, there is nothing but yourself and the vacuum, and all that world is nothing but its inevitability, you created it at once, then your mind created a line time, and he began to enjoy it in batches, and you enjoy it also, until your death, so are you, God?

No, there is still something that was before me, something that created me, created me, God who was not born, who does not die. God is the only constant truth in this world, the beginning that did not start from anything, from which everything began, God is outside the law of causation, perhaps the first thing that was created in this world was causation, it was certainly it, then everything was created from it, and this world was made causal.

-Wait! Do we now agree that the first creation of God is causation?

-Yes, it must be, for causation is the greatest of the Creator’s laws. If he created anything before causation, it would be like him, not causal, and this is synonymous with the old question, can a god create another god like him? Or even more powerful than his? And then who is the God between them?

– What is the answer?

-If he created him, God would have been the reason for his existence, the new would be a god within the causal box only, even if he was with the same abilities, or more, but he would not be a greater god then because we would be able to understand his existence, imagine him because we understand the law of causation, then we can Understand everything else in it, even the new God. Causality remains the gateway to the greater God, which we will cross one day. Perhaps, we cannot understand the nature of things there, unless we are freed from this causal world.

-Do you still feel that this whole world is an illusion of your imagination?

-No, something has changed, I feel that… That old man said, that the one and the zero, the on and off, the existence and the non-existence, life, and death, are the two realities that have no third in this world, did he mean positive and negative? The thing and its opposite, the intersection, and the non-intersection?

-Do the points of inevitable intersection seem more obvious to you now?

-Inevitable intersection points? The inevitable butterfly flutters! What do I have to do with this?

The voice: You have to find out for yourself.

A ray of light in the midst of darkness, a second, third, and fourth ray… Many countless lines that go from nothing to nothing, in different, random paths, sometimes intersecting with each other.

One ray of them seemed distinct, born out of nothing, intersecting with another ray, then another, and at every intersection, its path deviated, it kept moving here and there, leaving its trail behind, and other lines intersecting with it. The more it moved, the longer it became, and more lines crossed with it.

-Is this me?

The voice: Yes, the world is not an illusion of your imagination, but the imagination of all of you. Countless selves in the vacuum and this world is nothing but the product of the intersection of your illusions. Each sees his world in his own way, those that he designed and invented, and through the points of inevitable intersection your worlds overlap, you affect and be affected, there is no way to change your world that you created in advance at once, except through the inevitable intersection points, those through which you can you affect and be affected, reciprocity. Each intersection leads you to the next intersection. The more your beam of light intersects, the greater your chance of reciprocity. At that moment when the ray of light follows a path that is impossible to intersect with another ray, it completes its journey, to the unknown, death.

Look there, the head of the ray is what determines its future, whenever it intersects with the trace of another ray, it exchanges something with it, and then as a result of this intersection and collision, the ray takes a new path.

-But does this mean that the past of any ray does not affect its future in anything?

-No, it does, look there, that ray intersected with the trace of another ray, and as a result of this intersection, a series of millions of following intersections, pushing the first ray to another deterministic intersection. If you think of the trace of the ray as its past, and the head is its present, then you see that the past of any ray can affect the present of another if it intersects with it. Therefore, it can affect its own present, as a result of the series of intersections resulting from this.

The Self: What is the world then?

The voice: It does not exist, everyone sees the world in his own way, strange, diverse worlds, but they all agreed on terms and names, and the way to interact with them.

An electric current hit his head again, his body twitched

Then there is nothing, but his self and the vacuum.

The voice: Are you still here?

Self: Is there any other place I can go?

-Yes, you can return to the world that you created, and you can cross the gate of causality, into non-causality.

A speck of light began to grow in the vacuum, he felt a force pulling him towards it, and he tried to resist.

The voice: Why do you resist?

The self: I do not know what is next! I am scared

-Do you feel anything else?

-No, only fear

– How about hope?

-He was silent for a moment, then answered: I feel it only when I think of letting myself go behind this gate.

The voice: What if I told you that this is the gate of causation, what is behind it is a world without causality, you will not understand what it looks like unless you cross it.

He made up his mind, letting himself be pulled by the force of attraction, pulling at him quickly, the spot of light began to grow, and he felt himself getting closer to it, more and faster.

Then all of a sudden there is nothing but himself, and a blank space of white light shining around it

The voice: How do you feel?

Self: feeling? I feel nothing, at all.