So how we're going to begin is you're going to sit comfortably,
However that means to you.
It could be legs crossed,
Could be sitting in a chair,
Whatever it is,
Sit somewhere comfortably that you feel relaxed and comfortable.
And you're going to close your eyes and you're going to take three deep breaths.
Deep breath in,
Count to four.
Deep breath out,
Count to four.
And each time you exhale,
You're gonna try and relax your body a little bit further.
So you're gonna inhale.
Pause.
Exhale,
Pause.
So as you're doing this and you're relaxing,
It's in those pauses between breaths where we're going to go.
That is where your creativity meets your imagination,
Meets your subconscious.
So let's see what awaits you in the spaces between breaths.
The universe is not so large.
In fact,
For some it is not quite large enough.
Your focus is undeniable.
Stars burst into cosmic dust and holes in space-time are torn as you bend reality to your will.
With a thought,
Dust coalesces and spins until a planet forms.
Billions of years pass in an instant,
But it is irrelevant.
From your perspective,
You are beyond time.
You simply focus on your task at hand.
More material is needed so you destroy a galaxy over there in order to create your vision over here.
On and on you continue like a sculpture,
Gradually molding your vision.
With one last thought,
You will your life into your system and it begins to rotate and move with gravity.
You bombard your planets with comets from the outer reaches,
Paying particular attention to one in particular that you have placed just so.
Water begins to flood the surface and an atmosphere forms.
It is turbulent,
Though.
Despite your will,
It fights you.
Still,
You focus.
Bending reality.
The planet is too large,
So you smash a neighboring planet into it and break off a piece,
Only to remold it.
Again you bombard it with material and again oceans form and you begin to create an atmosphere.
This time it works and your perfect creation is now ready.
You project your will down onto the planet and form a body.
On the top of a mountain range you stand surveying your work.
It is a range of three peaks marked by their striking resemblance to three great fingers stretching into the sky.
You decide you need more ocean and are about to rip the landscape apart to build it when a streak of light catches your eye.
It couldn't be.
The adversary,
Not here,
Not now.
You've worked too hard at this,
Yet there is no denying it.
They have found you.
Again.
With a scream you shout at the world and great wings sprout from your back and your body contorts into dagger and claw until a great black dragon towers where your former form stood.
With a cry,
You dart into the air so that dance begins again.
How many times since time immemorial have you and the adversary battled?
How many worlds have been destroyed?
Your focus is singular,
Your world forgotten.
Ahead of you,
Your world burns.
And the center surrounded by billowing smoke is the silhouette of a figure.
With a snarl,
You rip the ground apart and a great crack appears to swallow them,
Only to have them reappear in an explosion of mountain and rock on the opposite side of the planet.
Ahead of you,
One of the moons shifts and accelerates towards you as the adversary moves the moon.
With a snarl,
You breathe the fire of creation and consume the moon in its entirety.
Only this was a distraction and you realized it too late.
Volcanoes burst forth from the ground in a circle around you like a fist and you were swallowed in lava.
Even you have to abide by the rules of this place when in this form.
Gasping for air and choking on lava,
You cough and sputter in a rage,
You scorch the earth around you in all directions.
Sending a wave of destruction that eventually consumes the planet.
The adversary has leaped,
But instead of through space,
They now leap through time,
So you follow and find yourself thousands of years in the future.
The planet is ravaged.
Nothing but red rock and dust remained.
An insult to your creation.
Beyond the horizon,
The silhouette of the adversary shimmers.
There is a flash of light above you as the star you so carefully placed supernovas and a wall of energy speeds towards your planet at the speed of light.
You simply accelerate forward to a different time and all that remains is the gases of a nebula,
Now the only reminder of what once was.
The fire of rage is gone,
Replaced by cold focus.
You must find the adversary.
You will find them.
The gases of the nebula fold as gravity itself bends towards your will.
And in the sky,
The great shape of a beast can be seen for a moment.
The whole universe is not big enough to hide.
You will find them.
Like a spinning top,
You spin galaxies and sift through them like a great hand sifting through sand.
From one to the other and still you are relentless.
Back in time,
Further and further you go.
A billion years.
Five billion.
Ten.
Gradually galaxies begin to coalesce as you search,
Frantically tearing everything apart.
Time passes and you are unaware.
You are beyond time and space,
Forwards or backwards.
This place or that place,
It does not matter.
The adversary cannot hide.
Back you go until the universe itself coalesces onto a singular point.
Beyond which is inaccessible even to yourself.
The singularity hovers in front of you,
Humming with power.
The true power of creation itself.
You caress it with your will,
Feeling awed in spite of yourself.
All that you are is nothing compared to this singular point.
But then it explodes and the universe expands and suddenly you are thrown forward in time again.
In the confusion you lose track of where and when you are.
You know only that you are completely encapsulated with heat and energy until it cools and becomes mass and then again there is stillness.
Just you and the dark and the dust.
For the briefest of moments,
There is a glimmer of something in between.
Something undiscovered in between action and inaction where the cool vibration of the universe can be felt.
And then it is gone.
You cannot comprehend anything other than action.
You are the instrument of change.
Creation or destruction,
It matters not.
They are the same and you are their master.
Your will is all there is and ever will be.
Except for the adversary.
Momentarily forgotten,
Your hate now burns anew.
The universe is not big enough for both of you.
You must destroy them.
It is your purpose.
You must destroy them and by doing so create something new,
A universe in your own image crafted and molded without hindrance or torment.
This thought renews your focus once again and you stretch your mind into the limits of what you can see.
And there.
Sure enough,
You see something.
Three billion years in the future,
There's a glimmer.
Without a second thought you were there.
Sure enough,
It is faint but unmistakable.
There,
In the outer rim of a nondescript galaxy,
Something is different.
Is a planet.
Could it be?
You will yourself closer and sure enough,
The traces of creation are everywhere.
Discarded dust and exploded stars.
Black holes and abundance haphazardly discarded,
But yet there,
A planet with water and the building blocks of something new.
With a satisfied smirk,
You take form and descend on the planet.
A fiery ball consumes you as you descend with all your fury onto the surface.
You revel in seeing your power light up the sky,
And sure enough,
As you land,
Off in the distance there stands the adversary.
They have seen you.
They know the end is at hand,
You are sure of it.
The last dance will finally happen in here and now and you are ready and you are focused.
You smile as you stare back at the silhouette of the adversary standing atop a particular mountaintop.
You are so focused and sure you barely acknowledge what is right in front of you.
Certainly not the distinct mountain range they stand on,
Marked by their striking resemblance to three great fingers stretching into the sky.
There is stillness for a moment.
And then there is a scream as great wings extend from the adversary's back.
The dance begins again.
For the universe is not large enough.
