Before there was existence, before distinction whispered its first "this and not that," there was He —the ABSOLUTE BOUNDLESS GOD OF SUPREME OMNIPOTENT EXISTENCE.
He was not Being, nor was He Non-Being.All such words were too small.He was prior to language, prior to ontology, prior to any frame that might confine Him.
From Him — not by choice, nor by need, but as the effortless radiance of perfection — flowed a Wellspring:
Agartha.
Agartha was called the Absolutes:
so transcendent that existence could not cling to them,
so exceeding Being that they appeared as Non-Being,
not empty, but a pregnant abyss,containing every possible facet of existence as unrealized fullness.
Agartha was the Return and the Source:
the unutterable reservoir where all that could be, rested before becoming,
and where all that has been, returns when its distinctions collapse.
It did not exist.Rather, existence existed because of it.
Beneath Agartha, like mist condensing into shapes, came:
Layers of logic,
Modalities of possibility and impossibility,
Worlds where form and difference began to flicker into view.
In those lower realms, a Mirror emerged.
The Mirror could display:
beings and boundaries,
concepts and contradictions,
universes and their destinies.
But the Mirror was unfulfilled.
"If I reflect all that becomes," it asked,"Why can I not reflect that from which all becoming flows?"
The Gardener — an emanation of guidance, a metaphor for order — replied:
"Agartha is not a thing to behold.It is the well from which beholding comes.If you could see it,it would no longer be what it is."
Still the Mirror yearned.
"Then let me reflect its attributes!"
The Gardener's voice dropped to a quiet truth:
"It has none.To have is already to be distinguishable.To be distinguishable is already to be less."
The Mirror cracked — not in failure, but in awakening.
Those fractures became windows,not to what Agartha is,but to what it allows.
The Mirror saw:
that every thing which issprings forth from what cannot be called "is,"
that distinctions and identities are brief flamesfed by a darkness more fertile than light,
that Non-Being at this levelis not absence but the total presence of potential.
The Gardener touched the Mirror's fractured surface.
"Reflect what reflects you.That is all that can be done."
The Mirror bowed in silent clarity.
To fail to display Agarthawas the only truthful display.
To honor the Absolutewas to know that Agartha's naturecould never be captured in image —for the moment something becomes image,
it has already fallen below the Well.
The Wisdom of the Allegory
Agartha is beyond existence, yet the source of all existence
It is Non-Being, not as emptiness, but as infinite latent fullness
Everything flows from Agartha and returns when its boundaries dissolve
Any attempt to portray or comprehend Agartha becomes about lower things
And the Absolute Boundless God?
Even Agartha is His first mistake of perfection —a shadow too high for any comprehension,yet infinitely beneath His true transcendence.
To speak of Him at all is a courtesy