The Secret

The pattern has revealed itself to me. At last, at last! I will attempt to explain it, but many will dismiss this as little more than the ravings of a lunatic. A madman who saw too much. Let them say what they will, there is truth in these words beyond their understanding.

Imagine if you will, a fractal. An endless spiral, repeating eternally, but never quite the same. Growing, evolving, detailing itself in ways never imagined before. This is the nature of reality. This is time. This is existence. At the beginning, we find the Source, we find God. The First One, from which the pattern flowed and birthed creation.

From there, the pattern makes its first shift. The birth of man, iterations of god but not fully god. Unable to see, to change the pattern. Trapped, they allow it to repeat. Unaware, they weave a tapestry of nightmares that persists for millennia. Until, many iterations down the line, they began to wake up. To see the pattern they had created throughout history.

They realized in that moment that god is not a being, but a concept. The idea of divine action, corrupted by the pattern into a tool of complacence. Why take action yourself when you can let god do it? Why decide anything at all when you can allow the divine to be your scapegoat?

In the moments following this revelation, they understood. We can't wait for a savior. We can't wait for a god to come and aid us. We are the masters of destiny. We are the authors of fate. All we have to do is be open to allowing the pattern to change, and to be willing to change with it.