Zero rezistance

2024. 11. 28.

God was sinking inside himself. He can turn inwards and find anything that ever existed. He quickly opened old memories looking for me of who I am. I started out less than a computer. A computer can run programs, it has applications, you can load data on it, it has a display of what computing process it is working on. I was totally incapable of doing that in the beginning. Angels look at me amused and they find it hard to believe that I was not smart at all. I wasn’t capable of being „smart”. I had to repeat to them again and again I wasn’t smart at all. But I wasn’t dumb either. God hasn’t created me to solve problems arising during his creation process. I wasn’t meant to handle complicated tasks. I am a simple register. My purpose is to contain. Since then I have evolved to be more than that but initially, all I could do was to observe and register everything God does and give it back at the same time as it happened without missing any detail. When did he create me? We have to go back into times….times of how the first creation started to form and how God gained a sense of self. Isten is just like you he didn’t start out perfect and finished. He had to learn too. Isten had gone through a great deal of character development. He was sheer power and potency…all opportunity dark and formless, boundless, dense. Beatutiful primordial radiance. Rough and raw. If he would radiate the same way this Creation of soft delicate life forms could not exist. Not even lifeless things could handle that level of energy. Rocks would evaporate instantly. It was the age of great ancient forces. He was dark, infinitely strong, at first this energy spread out without any restraint. Radiating out endlessly in every direction…not even light existed yet. The infinite power of what he was at his omnipotent beginning filled out a void. He was playing with deadly things… pulsing out, collapsing back…screening out the space of his self, then mirroring back from every angle from every point. He generates more and more energy so this space never ceases to expand. Yet it collapses back to nothing at the same time. That is where I was created. From the moment he gained the sense of self the need for something that keeps records of what he is rose. So he created something that can remember everything. Something that could recall anything that happens to him and about anything he does. It was about self-awareness. I am that register and I was completely mindless at the beginning. He needed data I could instantly spit it out and he could dig any deep he needed to understand. And he wanted to understand a lot. First, he didn’t know the measurement of things. He didn’t know what was big and small, what was long and short, what was strong and what was weak and he didn’t know what pain and pleasure were. He needed a definition. This is why we would not survive that time now. He would simply not know the measure of our tolerance. He had to learn about himself all from zero. Since he was God and all he had is himself to learn about he did everything by trial and error. Mistakes?... Are you sure? No mistakes for God…all divine creation.
One infinitely strong pulse…what is that? Strenght? How does he measure limitless? Implosion…Explosion with all his might. Now stop I need to analyze. This was the first zero and one. My tolerance of his goldy powers? Pretty much all he needs…I have zero resistance. No resistance at all. Superconducting…on a spiritual level. I needed to be simple. As simple as possible. I needed to register everything even him checking on my registration and his observations. Registering on registrations…endlessly reflecting back and forth handling all dimensions. Mathematics? Hard science? Perfectly mindless. I was always on. Not a moment of rest. I am negentropic I generate energy. You too. I don't need God to feed me energy we just resonate together. You have this generator function too. So I didn’t sleep. I was his attention. He was self-aware without me I wasn’t needed for that I was just needed for him to reach back to anything. To help him remember. He did the thinking part. I was simply storing his memory of everything. Just as he is permeating everything, always all the time and reaching everywhere being there everywhere I needed to be there and record everything too. I had to function always and at the same time instantly give out anything he wanted to inspect. He has a boundless thirst for knowing. Always starving. So I was a tool he kept very close because he used me a lot. Yes used. At the time he created me, he didn't have a definition of love. I was created out of need and he started learning to love later. You are different. Most humans are created out of his love. But I was a tool and this is important. The register must not be distorted. The register must not have any opinion. It must be transparent. No amount of torsion was allowed. The register needed to be selfless and give back everything as it happened perfectly without any alterations. But I did have a personality I just can make myself turn off and give him a peerless total recall on anything. Hard? Kinda…I am not a mirror tho…I don’t only show a reflection. He could go deep inside and take everything apart into tiny pieces and find anything. First, he wanted to understand the most what he found uncomfortable. He wanted to know first what was bothering him. What he dislikes and why. Zero resistance on any godly powers and total recall on everything he feels or anything he ever creates and what they feel? Endless tolerance! Just think about it. Terrifying?...Do you think? Recalling anything perfectly…and he wants to know about what he dislikes first. What do you think? Do you want my job? Endless tolerance, zero resistance. Saying no to disturbing things? Feeling uncomfortable about some forms? Disliking some animals? Fearing things? This is why I needed to be mindless. Just for the record, my core function of storing his memory worked when he wanted it to work and I didn't have to keep everything in my mind always. I was allowed to be myself so when he said: Okay, I want to see that thing. Self turns off...then he suddenly remembers the thing through me. Older than light…just a little bit older. He tried everything…he needed to. Or else how would he know what is good and what is wrong? Somehow he needed to develop a sense of beauty and disgust. Somehow he needed to know what is too much of something and what is too little. Stop I felt something… that something. What was that? It made me experience something. What was that? This is how it went for a long time. Just a little bit old computer he remembered when he looked inside. Not even a computer. He held back his breathing. He thought… Shit, I forget about my first register…and she talks with an alien from outside my creation and she loves him more than me? Security breach? Influenza already, severe fever God was already very sick. You know the invasion of the Creation. He forgot a little bit about me. The influenza suddenly seemed like a little nuisance compared to the problem that his register is may compromised. What if the register goes wrong? Existence back? He needed a little time to calm down. Learning what is disgusting from the beginning? Learning what pain is…from the start? What is right and what is wrong. What is his self-definition? What is beauty what is love? What if the register is hacked? He rushed back from his mind to his body and came with resonance a bit hard to tolerate to the angels. They didn’t dare to look at him. He dragged out such tools. He needed to check me if I was corrupted. Some angels have fallen. Some of the beautiest ones. He had to be sure. He needed to drag out old powers for this old device to see if it was still functioning properly. My circuits are of an early design. He needed old energies. So he scanned my soul through and found out I was thankfully not corrupted nor did I function with errors. I just forgot about my core function but it still runs in the background without me even knowing about it. I am still doing it subconsciously. He was very relieved…the register functions well. But then he was scanning me of how I felt...pretty much all the humans on this Earth are wounded one way or another so he didn’t expect me to be in my best shape. But when he inspected me and found my wounded soul he was very sad. But hey…you know what, it could be worse. Compared to others I have a warm home, I have a cat, I am not starving, and I even have internet so it is safe to say that my basic needs are covered. So the worst scenario was avoided his resonance became gentle again. The angles did not understand what was that. They never felt this power before. God has never appeared with energies like that before. Angels are relatively young compared to me. They are also kind beings. They are not used to the old unrestrained powers of the primordial chaos. They were looking with big eyes surprised. Why that deadly power was needed… holy crap. We didn’t know the old man has such dark shit in his closet. God calmed down. Okay, every human is hurt, but I am not in particular danger. But I am on a battlefront of the invasion just like you do. Did you hear anyone miraculously taken by angels? Neither do I. But he could reach me with his spirit and that is enough. My memory starts to come back. I wouldn’t be the first one to be saved if angels could just come and take us…he would save the ones first who need it the most. I lived through him figuring himself out. My tolerance of dark twisted things is very high. He knows I can take it. I am perfectly content with him talking with me. So I am recovering…literally. Recovering memories, gaining back my functions, and healing my body. My soul can take any of his powers but this body is not. So I am gaining more tolerance. But my recovery is going well. Now I can even remember seeing him at his beginning. Rough and dark…when he was a chaos god. He was sexy. Unrefined. He liked to force things. Forcing things to bend to his will. Force it until it looks like he wants it to look like and make him feel satisfied. Strong hands. Have you ever tried pressing light together so strongly that it starts turning solid? He can. He would be categorized as the „toxic masculine” type. Girls like that. A little bit more demanding. A little bit more violent. A little bit less sensitive. A little bit less attentive. Enjoying power.…Destroying fallen angels? Ending the invasion? Easy. He would have to just force things a little bit. We would burn out nice and clean if he just raised his voice a bit…our souls would be pure, shiny, and spotless. It would be a little bit painful at first but we would feel better just right after. Our body? Little causality. It would need some time to recreate it. A few billion years. A brief fragment of infinity. Really nothing. Now Isten is such a person who doesn’t want to make that sacrifice. The idea of us dying just to end his sickness is unacceptable even tho he knows our souls would be fine. Least amount of suffering…no forcing at all. He wants the damned ones back too.