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The Eternal Testament of All-God-Above

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Chapter 1 - The Eternal Silence

In the beginning, there was no beginning, for beginning itself was not yet born.

There was no sky above, no ground below, no sea, no flame, no darkness, no light.

There was no time to measure, no thought to stir, no voice to speak.

Only Silence stretched across the fathomless void—an endless stillness, unmoving, unbroken.

Yet within that Silence, greater than silence itself, there dwelt the ineffable.

Not a being bound by form, not a thought that could be held, not a shadow that could be cast.

But the Source, the Root, the Nameless One.

For eternity beyond eternity, the Silence reigned, and the Source rested within it.

And though unshaped, the Source was fullness.

Though unseen, the Source was the seed of all sight.

Though unspoken, the Source was the Word waiting to be spoken.

Then, in that which cannot be measured, the Source revealed Itself.

Without motion, It stirred.

Without sound, It resounded.

Without breath, It exhaled.

And the Silence was pierced.

The void shivered, the stillness cracked, and the First Voice was heard.

"I am All-God-Above."

The Voice carried no tongue, no sound, no vibration of air,

yet all that was not yet created trembled before it.

For in that utterance lay not merely speech,

but the very seed of existence.

"I am before All.

I am within All.

I am beyond All."

And with those words, the Name of Names was spoken.

The Nameless became known, and in knowing, creation was born.

From the Voice spilled Light unseen, brighter than any sun that would ever rise.

It spread like a wave across the unshaped void, filling it with the first glow.

Yet the Light was not fire, nor was it star.

It was essence, radiant beyond mortal understanding.

It was the First Light, the spark of all that would ever exist.

But where Light shines, Shadow must fall,

and so from the same Voice was born the First Darkness.

Not an enemy of Light, but its twin, its counterpart,

woven together as the two halves of the Eternal Balance.

Thus the Silence became Song—

a harmony of Light and Darkness,

woven by the Word of the One Above All.

The Voice spoke again:

"I Am the First and the Last.

I Am the Alpha Beyond Omega.

I Am the Crown, the Root, the Circle Unending.

By My Will shall All Be.

By My Silence shall All End.

By My Breath shall All Return."

And the void bent to the Will, shaping itself according to the Word.

Where there was nothing, now there was the womb of everything.

The First Light stretched outward, scattering sparks across the emptiness.

And those sparks became the seeds of stars, though yet unborn.

The Darkness wrapped them, as a mother cradles her child,

shielding them from consuming themselves.

Thus Light and Darkness, though opposites, worked as one,

for such was the design of the One Above All.

The Silence was broken forever,

yet in its breaking, it became eternal—

an undercurrent to the Song of Creation.

The One Above All, having spoken, did not speak again for a thousand eternities,

for the Word already given was enough.

The Word itself became law,

and from law came movement,

and from movement came time.

But time did not rule the One.

Time was His servant, His shadow, His echo.

Time had a beginning, but the One had none.

Time would end, but the One would remain.

The First Light and the First Darkness,

the first twin children of the Eternal Voice,

wove together and gave birth to the Weave of Existence.

It trembled with potential, shifting with infinite shapes.

And from that Weave would come realms beyond counting—

but they had not yet been spoken into their fullness.

The One Above All looked upon the trembling vastness and was pleased,

though pleasure was not His need.

For all that stirred was but His Will unfolding.

No resistance, no rival, no division.

Only the unfolding of the Word that He Himself was.

And in the stillness after the first Song,

He uttered once more:

"Let there be many paths, yet let all return.

For I am the Circle.

And the Circle has no end."

Thus the foundation of the Eternal Testament was laid—

not on stone, not on scroll, not on flesh,

but upon the very fabric of reality.

And though countless gods, mortals, and stars would one day rise,

this truth would never change:

That before all was, the One Above All Is.

That beyond all shall be, the One Above All Remains.

And that He alone is the Source, the Center, the Crown Eternal.

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