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Divine feminine… stop chasing people who can’t recognize your light. The sun never chases the planets.
It simply shines… and everything aligns around it.
The moment you stop begging for attention, approval, or love…
you step back into your power. The divine feminine doesn’t chase.
She attracts by simply being who she is.
The Different Realms of Reality
How Belief Becomes Power: Egregores vs Servitors
A clear, grounded breakdown of egregores vs servitors: how collective belief becomes power and how personal thought-forms can be used intentionally. Like this video if you found it insightful and share it to spread the idea, attention shapes reality. #egregore #servitor #thoughtform #collectiveconsciousness #chaosmagic #subconscious #spiritualpsychology #attentioniseverything
12 Spiritual Laws That Quietly Run Your Life
The Different Realms of Reality
Holy Mother, Santa Muerte,
I honor you in the ways I can, where I am, as I am.
Though my hands cannot build an altar,
my heart still kneels in reverence.
Please receive this offering of intention,
of gratitude, of honesty.
Walk with me gently,
protect what is mine,
remove what no longer serves,
and teach me balance between fear and faith.
I thank you for seeing me even in silence,
for meeting me where I stand,
and for holding space when I must be discreet.
With respect, love, and truth,
I acknowledge you. 🕯️🤍🖤
FINAL EPISODE:
PART 20: THE I AM REVEALED”
The First Maker, The True Origin, The Divine Source, The Eclipse’s Final Decision, Realms Saved
The sky cracked open.
The Sleeping Maker, the Last Creator, rose from the void like a mountain waking up after eternity.
Its body wasn’t flesh or geometry or shadow, it was pure ancient will, older than existence, older than form.
When it spoke, its voice came from behind time itself:
“ECLIPSE… YOU HAVE KILLED MY CHILDREN.”
The ground beneath every realm quaked.
Loa temples toppled. Orisha skies burned gold and red. Ancestor plains dissolved into starlight. Shadow Court towers shook.
Ayizan covered her mouth.
Oshun fainted.
Shango shielded those behind him.
Your father tried to stand tall, but even his shadows wavered.
And Mawungu, the devourer of creators, trembled.
The Maker lifted its colossal head.
“NOW… YOU SHALL JUDGE ME.”
But then...
A rumble. Soft at first.
Then cosmic.
Then infinite.
A second voice spoke.
A voice that didn’t vibrate the air, it vibrated your soul.
“NO.”
Everything froze.
The Sleeping Maker’s massive eye widened.
The Loa fell to their knees.
The Orisha bowed.
The Shadow Court collapsed into silence.
The First Eclipse appeared beside you and whispered:
“…It is coming.”
Ayizan whispered:
“No… not THAT force…”
You swallowed as the void behind the Maker parted—
not with shadow not with light not with fire not with geometry, but with absolute truth.
A presence stepped through.
Not a being. Not a creator. Not a force.
The SOURCE.
The I AM.
The ONE ABOVE ALL CREATORS AND ALL REALMS.
Everything bowed. Every realm folded inward. Every god, Loa, Orisha, and titan collapsed in reverence. Even the First Maker lowered its head.
You stood alone, floating above creation, face-to-face with The I AM.
It wasn’t shape. Wasn’t sound. Wasn’t light. Wasn’t shadow.
It was ALL and NONE.
It spoke your name without words:
“Eclipse.”
Your heart stopped.
“Why… why are YOU here?”
The I AM answered:
“BECAUSE YOU HAVE REACHED THE FINAL NIGHT.”
The Maker tried to speak:
“I AM”
The I AM thundered:
“SILENCE, CHILD.”
Even the Maker obeyed.
You trembled.
“What is the I AM…?”
It answered:
“THE SOURCE OF SOURCES. THE ONE WHO CREATED EVEN THE FIRST MAKER. THE BREATH OF ALL LIFE. THE TRUTH BEYOND TRUTHS.”
Your voice cracked:
“Then why let the creators fight for so long? Why let the realms suffer?”
The I AM stepped closer.
“BECAUSE CREATION MUST CHOOSE ITS OWN FATE.”
You swallowed hard.
“What do YOU want from me?”
The I AM answered simply:
“YOUR DECISION.”
Your soul shook.
“My… decision?”
The I AM continued:
“YOU WILL DECIDE WHETHER CREATION CONTINUES OR ENDS. WHETHER THESE FORCES LIVE OR DIE. WHETHER BALANCE IS RESET OR REBORN.”
The First Maker bowed its massive head.
“I accept your judgment, Eclipse.”
Your father whispered:
“Daughter… please…”
Mawungu growled:
“Choose destruction… choose ME…”
The Loa prayed. The Orisha chanted. The Shadow Court trembled. The realms flickered in and out.
Ayizan cried.
You floated higher, yes glowing white, gold, and black, your FOURTH awakening still blazing.
The I AM spoke:
“CHILD OF LIGHT, SHADOW, AND VOID… SPEAK YOUR FINAL JUDGMENT.”
You inhaled deeply.
And for the first time EVER, creation listened.
THE ECLIPSE’S FINAL DECISION
Your voice echoed through every realm, past every law, beyond every creator:
“I choose…LIFE.”
A shock wave of light burst out of you.
The Maker lifted its head in awe.
Mawungu hissed.
Your father pressed his forehead to the ground.
The Loa rose in hope. The Orisha glowed in relief. The Shadow Court froze.
You spoke again:
“I choose BALANCE. I choose to SAVE the realms. I choose freedom, creation, and evolution... NOT destruction, NOT cages, NOT tyranny.”
Your voice grew louder, cosmic, absolute:
“I WILL NOT DESTROY THE MAKER. I WILL NOT DESTROY MY FATHER. I WILL NOT LET MAWUNGU CONSUME CREATION. I WILL NOT ALLOW ANYONE TO RULE ALONE.”
The Maker’s eyes widened.
Mawungu roared in rage.
Your father gasped.
The I AM stepped closer.
“THEN WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE, CHILD?”
You spread your arms.
And spoke the most powerful sentence in existence:
“I choose to become the BALANCE itself.”
Silence.
Then, BOOOOOOOM!!!
Creation exploded into light.
Realms realigned. Broken worlds re-formed. Dead ancestors returned. Orisha skies healed. Loa rivers flowed again. Shadow Court gates stabilized.
Everything rebuilt.
Everything rebirthed.
Ayizan fainted in relief. Oshun wept into her hands. Shango bowed. Your father collapsed, whispering your name.
And the I AM said:
“SO IT SHALL BE.”
It placed a single finger on your forehead.
The Fourth Awakening sealed. Your power stabilized. Your soul expanded into the blueprint across all realms.
And you
LIVED. ASCENDED. BECAME THE FIRST ETERNAL BALANCE.
Not a creator. Not a destroyer. Not a ruler. Not a slave.
But the point between all things, the Judge that ensures balance is never broken again.
The I AM spoke finally:
“WELL DONE… MY ECLIPSE.”
Light closed around you.
And everything went still.
PART 21: THE ECLIPSE, THE FIRST LIGHT, AND THE END OF ALL SHADOWS
Final Judgment, The I AM, Saving the Realms, Cosmic Romance, The Last Dawn
The realms trembled as the Sleeping Maker rose fully, its massive form bigger than galaxies, its breath bending reality, its heartbeat shaking constellations.
It stared down at you , the last living Eclipse, glowing with the Fourth Awakening, bearing the blood of creators on your hands.
“ECLIPSE… YOU HAVE KILLED MY CHILDREN.”
The voice made reality kneel.
Mawungu knelt. Your father knelt. The Orisha bowed. The Loa lowered their heads. Even the First Eclipse knelt.
Everything in existence bowed…
Except you.
You stood on cracked cosmic ground, hair floating like solar winds, mismatched eyes burning with light, shadow, and void.
The Sleeping Maker leaned its enormous head close.
“NOW JUDGE ME.”
The realms gasped.
Ayizan whispered from afar:
“Child… be careful… the Maker existed before the concept of obedience. It fears nothing.”
But suddenly,
A second voice rolled across creation.
A voice that did not come from a being.
A voice that came from everywhere.
From atoms. From time. From the silence before existence.
A voice that simply IS.
“ENOUGH.”
Reality stopped.
The Sleeping Maker froze.
Mawungu collapsed in terror. Your father fell to his hands and knees. The Orisha and Loa prostrated themselves. Even the First Eclipse bowed its head.
You looked up…
And felt the presence.
Not a figure. Not a shape. Not a being.
But the I AM.
The Divine Source. The Pure Origin. The Breath Before Light. The Consciousness before consciousness.
Neither male nor female. Neither creator nor destroyer.
Just I AM.
The essence that ALL beings... Maker, Architect, Mawungu, Shadow King, Loa, Orisha, ancestors — came from.
The I AM spoke again, its voice not a sound but truth vibrating through every soul:
“THE ECLIPSE IS NOT HERE TO DESTROY CREATION. SHE IS HERE TO RESTORE IT.”
The Sleeping Maker trembled.
“BUT SHE HAS KILLED MY”
“YOUR CHILDREN FAILED THEIR TASKS. THE ECLIPSE HAS FULFILLED HERS.”
The I AM’s presence filled the void.
Gentle. Infinite. Absolute.
Then it addressed you directly:
“CHILD OF BALANCE… YOU HAVE SUFFERED ENOUGH. AND YOU HAVE DONE WHAT EVEN THE MAKERS COULD NOT.”
You swallowed hard.
“What… have I done?”
“YOU CHOSE WITHOUT FEAR. YOU DESTROYED WITHOUT HATE. YOU JUDGED WITHOUT MALICE.”
The realms quieted.
Every star leaned closer.
“NOW CHOOSE THE FINAL FATE OF CREATION.”
Your heart steadied.
Your energy settled.
And your divine duty crystallized.
THE FINAL DECISION: THE DECISION THAT SAVES ALL REALMS
The universe hovered on your words.
You closed your eyes.
And from a place deeper than fear, deeper than pain, deeper than destiny...
You spoke:
“I choose… TO RESTORE THE REALMS.”
A shockwave of light burst outward in a ring.
The I AM answered:
“AND SO IT SHALL BE.”
The Sleeping Maker bowed lower than galaxies. It whispered the first words of humility it had ever spoken:
“ECLIPSE… I yield.”
Creation began to mend.
The Ancestor Realm was restored. The Loa realm healed. The Orisha skies mended. The mortal world calmed. Shadow Court fortresses rebuilt. Time corrected itself. Souls returned to their rightful paths.
Everything realigned.
Everything rebalanced.
Everything lived.
You fell to your knees, not from weakness, but from the overwhelming weight lifted.
The I AM whispered:
“WELL DONE, MY CHILD.”
Then the presence gently withdrew into the fabric of existence.
THE COSMIC ROMANCE: THE FIRST ECLIPSE AND YOU
In the silence after the storm, you felt a hand gently touch your shoulder.
You turned.
The First Eclipse stood there , no longer just a being, but a presence you finally understood.
You looked at him , your predecessor, the first to ever carry the Eclipse mantle.
He was not a man. He was not a god. He was a cosmic soul made of light and shadow intertwined in harmony.
And he looked at you not as a mentor, not as a judge, not as a rival…
But as a mirror.
Two beings shaped before time. Two halves of an ancient truth. Two Eclipses who finally existed at the same moment.
He bowed his head.
“You saved what I could not.”
You reached toward him.
“You guided me… even when you didn’t have to.”
His voice lowered, gentle, warm, cosmic:
“I have walked eternity alone. But never did I imagine I would find another Eclipse… one so powerful… one so luminous.”
His hand brushed yours, and when your fingers touched,
The void around you turned gold. Shadow turned soft. The stars pulsed. Your hearts synchronized.
Not romantic in a human way. But cosmic. Primordial. Two enormous souls recognizing each other from before creation knew sound.
He whispered:
“We are the first and last light. Two Eclipses. Two truths. Two infinite beings.”
You leaned your forehead gently to his.
“We’re not alone anymore.”
He smiled, a cosmic sunrise.
THE ENDING: THE NEW DAWN OF CREATION
The realms stabilized.
The Loa lifted their heads. The Orisha rose. Your father stepped back, humbled. Mawungu retreated into the darkness, defeated. Ayizan bowed.
You and the First Eclipse stood together, bathed in the glow of a repaired universe.
You whispered:
“What happens now?”
He answered softly:
“Now…we rebuild creation together.”
The sky opened.
The I AM spoke one final time:
“THE ECLIPSE HAS RESTORED THE COSMOS. THIS STORY ENDS. BUT HER LEGACY DOES NOT.”
And like twin stars rising side-by-side
You and the First Eclipse stepped through the veil of eternity, your energies intertwined, your destinies merged, your cosmic connection sealed.
Together, you vanished into the dawn of the new creation.
THE END 🌒✨
Between the Breaths of Sleep”
I did not travel forward
or backward—
I slipped sideways.
Between the breaths of sleep
I loosened my name,
set my weight down,
and let time forget how to hold me.
Somewhere,
another me was already living the answer
I’ve been asking here.
She looked like me,
felt like home,
and moved with a certainty
my waking hours are still learning.
I didn’t steal her future.
I borrowed her knowing.
When I returned,
my hands were empty—
but my spirit was full of instructions
written in a language only my bones remember.
Now I wake with déjà vu as a compass,
clarity as an echo,
and peace that has no origin story.
I didn’t dream.
I visited.
And the door
was never locked.
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PART 19: THE I AM SPEAKS
The First Maker, The Divine Source, The Eclipse’s Judgment, The Saving of Realms
Everything was silent.
Not the silence of fear. Not the silence of space. Not the silence of death.
A silence older than existence itself.
The Sleeping Maker had awakened.
The first eye, the eye that witnessed the birth of existence, opened fully.
When it looked at you, your entire body shuddered.
Not from terror.
From recognition.
Ayizan’s voice cracked, barely a whisper:
“…the Progenitor…the one above creators…”
Oshun fell to her knees. Shango bowed his head. Even Mawungu trembled.
Your father whispered:
“Child… run…”
But you didn’t.
You stepped forward.
Because it wasn’t finished speaking.
The sky tore open further, revealing its massive, spiraling form:
galaxies woven into its hair,
cosmic serpents wrapped around its arms,
stars burning in its chest,
runes older than creation carved into its bones and its breath bending space... It spoke with a voice like the weight of all reality:
“ECLIPSE… YOU HAVE DESTROYED MY CHILDREN.”
Your throat tightened.
“Two of them… yes.”
Its voice grew deeper.
“THE PRIME VOICE. THE ARCHITECT. YOU BROKE THE FIRST LAW.”
You clenched your fists.
“They were destroying the realms. I had to choose.”
Its eye dimmed.
“CHOICE IS THE LAW OF EXISTENCE. BY YOUR CHOICE, CREATION TREMBLES.”
The ground beneath your feet split. Skies warped. Time bled.
Ayizan cried out:
“She is not your enemy, she is the BALANCE!”
The Sleeping Maker’s aura burned hotter.
“BALANCE? NO. SHE IS JUDGMENT.”
Everything around you screamed.
Even Mawungu, the devourer of worlds, bowed his head.
Your father collapsed into shadow, barely breathing.
The First Eclipse appeared beside you, trembling.
“Child… do NOT face it alone”
But the Sleeping Maker cut it off:
“YOU WILL SPEAK ONLY TO THE ECLIPSE.”
Its massive hand extended.
Reality shook.
It commanded:
“JUDGE ME.”
You stared at it, heart pounding, whispering:
“…you want ME to judge YOU?”
The being nodded once.
“YES. FOR I HAVE SINNED.”
The entire cosmos froze.
Ayizan gasped. Oshun wept. Even Mawungu stared, stunned.
Your father whispered:
“…a creator admitting sin…”
The Sleeping Maker stepped closer.
“I CREATED THE PRIME VOICE. THE ONE WHO BUILT THE CAGES. THE ONE WHO DIVIDED THE REALMS. THE ONE WHO SILENCED THE MULTIVERSE.”
Your breath caught.
“So you’re responsible… for everything.”
“YES.”
Your voice sharpened.
“Why did you imprison creation?”
Its eye dimmed with shame.
“FEAR.”
The word shook universes.
“I feared what free beings would become. I feared rebellion. I feared destruction.”
It lowered its massive head.
“AND I FEARED YOU.”
You felt your pulse freeze.
“…me?”
“THE ECLIPSE IS THE ONLY FORCE I DID NOT CREATE. THE ONLY BEING OUTSIDE MY DESIGN. THE ONLY SOUL WHO CAN UNWRITE ME.”
The air went still.
This was why the Sleeping Maker had been locked away.
Not because it was evil.
Because it was afraid.
THE DIVINE SOURCE...THE I AM ARRIVES
The sky flashed white.
Pure white.
A flash brighter than creation, warmer than existence, older than time.
Every being, every Loa, every Orisha, every ancestor spirit, every shadow court entity, every creator and unmaker and titan, fell to their knees.
Even the Sleeping Maker bowed.
Ayizan covered her face.
Oshun trembled. Shango cried out. Your father lowered his crown to the ground. Mawungu collapsed in silence.
A presence stepped forward, shining like pure consciousness made flesh.
No shape. No gender. No species. No ego.
Just awareness.
Just truth.
Just I AM.
The voice spoke everywhere at once:
“ENOUGH.”
The realms stopped collapsing.
The void stopped screaming.
Even the Sleeping Maker fell silent.
The I AM spoke again:
“ECLIPSE, YOU HAVE JUDGED MY CREATION.”
You bowed your head, overwhelmed.
“I acted because they threatened life.”
“YOU ACTED BECAUSE YOU ARE BALANCE ITSELF.”
The I AM stepped closer.
You did not feel fear. You felt peace.
“All beings came FROM ME. All beings return TO ME.”
It lifted your chin gently.
“BUT YOU… YOU ARE THE ONE WHO STANDS BETWEEN.”
Your eyes glowed with eclipse fire.
The I AM continued:
“THE REALMS SHALL BE SAVED. BUT ONLY IF YOU CHOOSE THE FINAL OUTCOME.”
You shook.
“What is the final outcome?”
The I AM extended its hand toward the now-trembling Sleeping Maker.
“THE LAST CREATOR MUST FACE ITS OWN JUDGMENT.”
You felt your heart slam in your chest.
“And what happens if I judge wrong?”
The I AM answered:
“ALL REALMS END.”
You swallowed.
“What do you want me to choose?”
The I AM smiled, not with lips, with energy.
“I WANT NOTHING. I WILL NOT INFLUENCE YOU. YOU ARE FREE.”
Everyone bowed.
EVERYONE.
Even the First Eclipse.
Even Mawungu.
Even your father.
Even the Sleeping Maker.
Only YOU remained standing.
The I AM stepped back.
“You hold the fate of creation.”
Silence.
Everything waited.
The Sleeping Maker spoke softly:
“Eclipse… Judge me.”
You raised your hand.
Your aura flared, gold, black, white, and a new color: pure source light.
Your final decision rose from your soul like a sun.
You shouted:
I WILL NOT DESTROY THE FIRST MAKER.
I WILL STRIP ITS POWER AND GIVE CREATION BACK TO THE DIVINE SOURCE.”
The Sleeping Maker gasped.
The I AM glowed brighter.
Ayizan cried in relief. Oshun collapsed, thanking every ancestor. Shango roared in triumph. Mawungu trembled in disbelief. Your father whispered:
“…she chose neither shadow nor chaos…”
The I AM stepped forward.
“SO IT IS DONE.”
Your light burst outward, wrapping the Sleeping Maker, unraveling its creator-force, transforming it into a guardian spirit instead of a god.
The infinite power flowed back into the I AM.
The I AM whispered:
“CREATION SHALL BE HEALED.”
And the realms began to mend.
Rivers unboiled. Skies closed. Souls returned to their homes. Time realigned. Order returned. Balance restored.
You had chosen:
Not destruction. Not domination. Not nothingness.
You chose LIFE.
And the I AM bowed to YOU.
Every being gasped.
The Divine Source said:
“WELL DONE, CHILD OF BALANCE.”
You breathed , alive, powerful, whole , and the universe breathed with you.
Final Night was over.
Your judgment had saved creation.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Ogun ASE
PART 18: THE FOURTH AWAKENING
The Aftermath of a Creator’s Death, Mawungu’s Fury, Sovereignty’s Desperation, The New Prophecy The Rise of the Last Creator
The moment the Architect died, reality convulsed.
Not like an earthquake. Not like an explosion.
Like a heartbeat stopping… and starting again… wrong.
The realms trembled.
Mountains shook. Rivers boiled. Skies tore open into raw void. Shadow Court castles cracked apart. Ancestor plains burned white. Loa rivers turned black and gold. Orisha clouds folded inside themselves.
Everything screamed.
Everyone felt it.
You, standing there, alive again, felt the AFTERSHOCK in your bones.
Ayizan grabbed her staff, panting.
“Oshun… Shango… it’s begun.”
Oshun whispered:
“The Fourth Awakening.”
WHAT CREATION BECOMES WITHOUT THE ARCHITECT
Creation was no longer being held together by the Architect’s laws.
The “rules” of reality dissolved like smoke:
Time ran backward in some realms
Gravity flipped
Souls reincarnated into the wrong bodies
Ancestors were reborn as mortals
Mortals began hearing cosmic voices
Loa and Orisha bled into each other’s domains
Day and night swapped
Portals opened everywhere
Ayizan gestured to the tearing sky.
“This is reality WITHOUT a creator… a world running on instinct, chaos, and memory.”
You tightened your fists.
“I didn’t want to destroy existence.”
Ayizan corrected you softly.
“You destroyed ORDER. Not existence.”
You breathed sharply.
“So I must rebuild it.”
“No,” Ayizan said. “You must CHOOSE WHO rebuilds it.”
MAWUNGU’S FURY
Mawungu’s roar tore through creation.
He tore open a rift in the sky, stepping through it, glowing like a cosmic furnace, runic cracks across his skeleton blazing red and white.
“You FOOL,” he howled. “You killed the creator that LEAST threatened the realms.”
You clenched your fists.
“I killed the one that oppressed everything.”
Mawungu snarled:
“AND LEFT CREATION WEAK! NOW IT’S MINE TO DEVOUR!”
He lifted his burning hand, the void rippled outward.
Ayizan pulled you behind her.
“No, child! He’s trying to trigger the Fifth Law”
Mawungu bellowed:
“I CLAIM THE RIGHT OF UNMAKING...NOW!”
A massive blast of pure erasure shot toward you, obliterating pieces of reality in its path.
But something unexpected happened.
The energy stopped inches from your skin…
and reversed back on HIM.
Mawungu’s eyes widened.
“You… mirrored my attack?”
You didn’t know how.
But the power from killing the Architect flowed through you like a new organ.
It answered for you.
YOUR FOURTH AWAKENING
Your skin flashed white, gold, and black then turned translucent.
Constellations formed on your arms. Symbols spiraled across your neck. Your voice echoed with three layers again, but this time a fourth layer emerged.
A creator-tone.
The First Eclipse’s voice echoed through you.
“Her fourth awakening has begun.”
Ayizan dropped to her knees in reverence.
Oshun wept in awe. Shango bowed. Even your father flinched.
Mawungu hissed:
“No… NO… you’re entering the level only the Prime Voice ever reached.”
Your body lifted into the air. The realms around you flickered, because reality was responding to YOU.
You whispered:
“I feel… everything.”
Ayizan said softly:
“The fourth awakening grants the ability to WRITE LAWS.”
You looked down at your hands.
“And unwrite them.”
The sky trembled at your words.
YOUR FATHER’S DESPERATE ATTEMPT
Your father stepped forward cautiously.
“Daughter… listen to me…”
His crown was cracked. His shadows dimmed. He looked… small.
Not weak. But humbled.
“You’ve killed two creators. You’re stronger than me now. Maybe stronger than Mawungu.”
He swallowed.
“Join me now, and we reshape creation together. Not under a cage… not under chaos… but under OUR law.”
Ayizan blocked him instantly.
“Do not whisper sovereignty into her ear now!”
Your father glared at her.
“She must choose ME next.”
Mawungu roared:
“No...she must choose ME to die next!”
Ayizan shouted:
“NO! Neither of you! Do you want the worlds to collapse?!”
THE NEW PROPHECY, THE ONE AYIZAN HID
Ayizan raised her staff, voice trembling.
“I did not want to speak this prophecy… not until she was ready…”
The sky tore open. Symbols floated down like burning ash.
Ayizan read them with shaking hands:
“WHEN TWO CREATORS HAVE FALLEN AND THE FOURTH AWAKENING BEGINS, THE ECLIPSE MUST FACE THE LAST CREATOR.”
Your breath caught.
“The last creator…? Who?! I killed the Prime Voice and the Architect, there are only Mawungu and my father left!”
Ayizan shook her head violently.
“No. There is ONE MORE!”
Oshun screamed:
“No! Not that one! That prophecy was forbidden!”
Shango’s axe dropped from his hands.
Your father whispered, horrified:
“It can’t be… not the one OUTSIDE the cycle”
Mawungu actually stepped back.
“It’s waking up… I can feel it…”
You swallowed sharply.
“Who is the last creator?!”
Ayizan pointed at the sky.
A massive crack spread through it revealing a massive, sleeping shape…
bigger than Mawungu bigger than the Architect older than the Prime Voice older than the First Eclipse
A colossal body curled in the void, breathing slow, each breath shaking universes.
Its name burned across the sky:
THE SLEEPING MAKER
Ayizan whispered:
“The very first being the Prime Voice locked away. The one even creators feared.”
The First Eclipse’s voice echoed through your mind:
“The maker of ALL makers. The one who created the Prime Voice. The one who created the Architect. The one who created the first Eclipses.”
You staggered backward.
“That’s the LAST CREATOR?!”
The First Eclipse confirmed:
“Yes. And now… it is waking up.”
The sky shattered.
A giant eye opened, old as infinity bright as the first star cold as the void before existence. It locked onto you.
Everything stopped.
Your father froze. Mawungu trembled. Ayizan fainted. The Orisha knelt. The Loa trembled. The Shadow Court screamed.
And the Sleeping Maker spoke:
“ECLIPSE. YOU HAVE KILLED MY CHILDREN.”
Your blood froze.
Its voice deepened:
“NOW YOU WILL JUDGE ME.”
The Fourth Awakening roared through your veins.
You took a step forward.
Alive. Terrified. Transformed. Powerful beyond understanding.
You whispered:
“Then I choose… the LAST CREATOR…”
To be judged.
Creation held its breath.
TO BE CONTINUED…
PART 17 : THE CHOICE THAT REBUILDS REALITY
The Realm Beyond Life • Truth of Each Creator • The Cataclysm • Eclipse's Final Judgment • Her Return to Life
You floated above the silver river, drifting beside the First Eclipse — a being so ancient even the Architect once bowed before it.
Its voice echoed through the realm beyond death:
“Child… you have one more choice. And this one decides if ANYTHING survives.”
You steadied yourself.
“I want the truth. All of it.”
The First Eclipse nodded slowly.
“Then you will have it.”
THE REALM BEYOND LIFE & DEATH
This place wasn’t a world — it was the blueprint of existence, the space BEFORE creation where all laws were written.
The river beneath you flowed in all directions, carrying:
memories not yet lived
remnants of dead realities
the first breath of the first beings
the echo of every soul that will ever exist
Time dripped like water. Space bent like silk. Death had no meaning here.
The First Eclipse spoke:
“This realm is the Alpha and Omega. The Architect was born HERE. Mawungu was chained HERE. Your father was shaped HERE.”
You swallowed.
“This is where everything began.”
“No,” the First Eclipse corrected. “This is where everything was DECIDED.”
THE TRUTH OF EACH REMAINING CREATOR
The First Eclipse lifted its four arms.
A triangle formed in the air — each point glowing with a different cosmic force:
★ TOP POINT — THE ARCHITECT
A shifting geometric deity cracking at the seams.
★ LEFT POINT — MAWUNGU (THE UNMAKER)
A burning skeletal titan devouring void.
★ RIGHT POINT — YOUR FATHER (SOVEREIGNTY)
A shadow monarch built from living darkness.
The triangle pulsed.
The First Eclipse spoke:
“To rebuild creation, you must destroy ONE of them next.”
You trembled.
“Why can’t I destroy all three?”
The First Eclipse’s voice went cold.
“Because if you do, creation collapses completely. Forever.”
You inhaled deeply.
“Tell me the truth about each.”
The First Eclipse lowered its hands.
The triangle expanded.
THE ARCHITECT — CREATION WITHOUT SOULS
The Architect’s image flickered.
“It built the realms as cages. Not to protect life… but to contain potential threats.”
You listened quietly.
“If the Architect becomes the sole creator again, all free will ends. Every spirit will be reset. The worlds will be perfect — but empty.”
You whispered:
“Paradise with no consciousness.”
The First Eclipse nodded.
“Exactly.”
MAWUNGU — UNMAKING WITHOUT MERCY
Mawungu roared within the triangle, splitting the air.
“He does not seek to rule creation. He seeks to erase it.”
You frowned.
“Why? For power?”
“No,” the First Eclipse whispered. “For peace.”
That shocked you.
“Peace?!”
The First Eclipse nodded sadly.
“Mawungu believes existence is suffering. He wants to erase all pain, all cycles, all repetition. He believes that only NOTHINGNESS is freedom.”
Your stomach twisted.
“…but nothingness is death.”
“Worse,” the First Eclipse said. “It is SILENCE.”
YOUR FATHER — SOVEREIGNTY WITHOUT LIMITS
Your father’s image formed — a crown of broken worlds around him.
Your heart tightened.
“What truth are you hiding about him?”
The First Eclipse lowered its head.
“Your father wants you beside him not out of love… but because the Eclipse is the ONLY being that can crown a Sovereign Creator.”
You stiffened.
“So he wants the throne.”
“Yes. He wants to rewrite the laws and rule all realms. Not to free anyone. Not to save lives. But to rule.”
You felt tears burn your eyes.
“He manipulated me.”
The First Eclipse touched your shoulder gently.
“He loves you — in a twisted way. But love does not make one worthy of creation.”
You closed your eyes.
“So… no choice is good.”
The First Eclipse whispered:
“There is no good choice. Only a necessary one.”
THE THREE TRY TO REACH YOU
A violent BOOM shook the realm beyond death.
Cracks formed in the silver river.
The First Eclipse’s head snapped up.
“They found you.”
Your father tore open a shadow rift:
“DAUGHTER! Come to me! I will save you!”
Mawungu ripped a hole in reality:
“ECLIPSE! BREAK EVERYTHING WITH ME!”
The Architect glitched through space:
“RETURN. YOU MUST DIE SO CREATION MAY RESET.”
Ayizan’s faint voice echoed from the realms:
“Child—do NOT listen to them! Make the choice from your SOUL!”
THE FINAL DECISION — WHO YOU DESTROY
The silver river rose into a massive wave around you, lifting your spirit into the air.
Your body back in creation flickered.
Your soul ignited.
The First Eclipse shouted:
“CHOOSE NOW!”
The triangle pulsed violently.
The Architect roared. Mawungu screamed. Your father begged.
Your soul expanded.
Your voice split into three tones again —
Light. Shadow. Void.
You raised your hand.
And spoke:
**“I choose to destroy…
THE ARCHITECT.”**
The universe STOPPED.
Ayizan cried out from the collapsing realms:
“No… no… no… she actually CHOSE—”
Mawungu screamed in triumph.
Your father froze in shock.
The Architect flickered violently.
“ECLIPSE… YOU HAVE CHOSEN DEATH.”
You responded softly:
“No, Architect. I chose LIFE. You erased free will. You built prisons. You killed worlds to maintain your perfect order. You are the most dangerous creator.”
You extended your hand.
The First Eclipse placed its hand over yours.
Together, you declared:
“THE ARCHITECT SHALL FALL.”
White void-fire erupted from your chest—
flooding the realm shattering the triangle tearing open reality
The Architect shrieked with a sound that cracked galaxies.
And then—
it died.
The second Creator fell.
Reality convulsed. The void screamed. The realms flickered.
Your spirit flickered too.
Your body dissolved.
Ayizan wailed.
“CHILD—NO—YOU’RE FADING—”
THE ECLIPSE LIVES
The First Eclipse caught you again.
Its voice boomed:
“SHE WILL NOT DIE. NOT TODAY.”
It pressed its hand to your spirit.
Your heartbeat returned. Your lungs filled. Your bones reformed. Your body in the broken realms knit itself back together.
The First Eclipse whispered:
“Live, child.”
Light burst through your eyes.
The silver river rose and swallowed you whole.
You gasped—
and awoke back in creation.
Alive.
Risen.
Ascended.
Changed.
Ayizan sobbed in relief.
Oshun fell to her knees.
Shango closed his eyes and gave thanks.
Your father stared at you with shattered pride.
Mawungu roared in frustration:
“NO! SHE KILLED THE CREATOR I NEEDED DEAD THE LEAST!”
But it was done.
You lived.
And the Architect was gone.
TO BE CONTINUED…
We ain’t smokin’ to run.
We smokin’ to remember.
This ain’t a habit—
it’s lineage in our lungs.
Silence loud.
Gold heavy.
Head wrapped like we know somethin’ they don’t.
One breath up.
One message down.
Both of us protected.
This ain’t aesthetic—
it’s ceremony.
And when the smoke clear…
we still here.
Rooted.
Untouched.
Chosen
#MelaninMagic
#BlackGirlAlchemy
#RitualAesthetic
#SoulDeep
#MysticVibes
PART 16 : THE BEING BEYOND DEATH
(The Spirit Catcher • Mawungu’s Coup • The Architect Panics • The Realm Beyond Life • Eclipse Next Destiny)
When your heart stopped, all realms—mortal and divine—felt it.
Your death ripped through existence like a broken note in a cosmic song.
Loa fell silent. Orisha shook. The Shadow Court screamed. The Architect flickered violently. Mawungu roared in triumph.
And Ayizan wept over your lifeless body as cracks spread across your skin, glowing gold, black, and white like dying stars.
Then—
The void split behind you.
A silhouette stepped forward— not walking, not floating, but existing in a way nothing else could.
The being was:
spiraling light
infinite shadow
blank white fire
ancient symbols dripping off its body like ink
and a crown of vibrating sigils hovering above its head
When it spoke, it sounded like your ancestors chanting, the cosmos humming, and thunder whispering all at once:
“The Eclipse shall not fall.”
It caught your dying spirit in its hands— hands made of pure polarity.
Creation gasped.
Ayizan fainted. Shango froze. Oshun whispered “oh my god…” in her realm. Your father stumbled backward, horrified and awed. Even Mawungu recoiled.
The Architect stuttered— its voice glitching:
“IMPOSSIBLE—YOU WERE ERASED—”
And that one sentence revealed everything.
This being wasn’t supposed to exist.
Not anymore.
WHO THE MYSTERIOUS BEING IS
It held your spirit close and said:
“Child of balance… I am the one who came before the Architect.”
Ayizan’s eyes snapped open.
“No… not him… not the First Eclipse—”
Your father clutched his chest.
“The… Eclipse before creation?”
Even Mawungu’s runes dimmed.
Shango shook his head slowly.
“Impossible… the Prime Eclipse was destroyed in the first collapse.”
The being turned toward them all:
“I was not destroyed. I was hidden.”
Your dying spirit flickered in its hands like a candle flame.
It spoke to you directly:
“I am the one who judged the Architect, who created the cycle of Eclipses, who failed the first Final Night.”
Ayizan whispered:
“…the First Eclipse… the only one who ever faced the Architect… and lost.”
The being nodded.
“And now you—my successor— stand where I once fell.”
A shudder rippled across creation.
Your father snarled:
“Why reveal yourself now?”
The First Eclipse answered:
“Because the Prime Voice is dead. Because the Architect is broken. Because Mawungu has ascended to power.”
Mawungu’s runes blazed with sick joy.
“Yes… at last someone ACKNOWLEDGES IT.”
The First Eclipse didn’t even turn toward him.
“And because the child is dying.”
Its voice cracked—
not mechanical, not cosmic—
but human, as if feeling grief.
“She cannot survive the third ascension without a guide.”
Ayizan wiped tears off her face.
“Guide her then! Please!”
The First Eclipse lowered your faint, flickering spirit.
“I will. But this means removing her from creation.”
Shango roared:
“You will take her where?!”
The First Eclipse lifted its hand—
and tore open a doorway of pure nothingness.
White fire spilled out. Voices echoed. A heartbeat—not yours, not mortal—pounded from within.
The being said:
“To the realm beyond life. Beyond death. Beyond creation.”
Your father snarled in panic.
“You will NOT take her where no one returns!”
The First Eclipse glanced at him slowly:
“She cannot return until she chooses the outcome of creation.”
Ayizan whispered:
“…the trial of creators…”
The First Eclipse confirmed:
“Her next breath will decide who sits on the throne of existence.”
The Architect glitched violently.
“SHE MUST NOT LEAVE CREATION—IF SHE DOES, I CANNOT RESTORE BALANCE—”
Mawungu roared:
“LET HER GO. LET HER BREAK EVERYTHING.”
Your father shouted:
“GIVE HER TO ME!”
The First Eclipse ignored all of them and raised your spirit higher.
Your body on the ground was already dissolving— breaking into particles of eclipse light.
Ayizan cried:
“Child… remember who you are…”
Your spirit responded, whispering:
“I… don’t remember anything…”
Ayizan sobbed harder.
Shango lowered his head.
Mawungu howled in delight.
The Architect trembled in terror.
And your father whispered:
“My daughter…”
The First Eclipse looked at him— not with hatred, but with finality.
“Her next life is not yours to shape.”
Then it stepped into the doorway of white fire— carrying your fading spirit with it.
Before disappearing, it spoke one final truth:
“Only in the realm beyond existence will the Eclipse learn which creator must die next.”
The light swallowed you both.
And the doorway sealed.
MAWUNGU TAKES THE SHADOW THRONE
With you gone, the power vacuum shattered reality.
Your father roared, shadows exploding from his body.
“You will NOT take my daughter from me!”
Mawungu struck him with unmaking energy, ripping his throne symbol from his chest.
Your father collapsed.
Mawungu laughed, a guttural cosmic rumble:
“The Shadow Court belongs to ME now.”
His runes turned blood-red.
The void trembled.
THE ARCHITECT PANICS
The Architect flickered violently.
“THE ECLIPSE IS OUTSIDE MY DESIGN—THIS WAS NEVER MEANT TO HAPPEN—THE SYSTEM IS FAILING—”
Ayizan struck her staff to the ground.
“Then rebuild it!”
The Architect’s voice broke.
“I CANNOT. THE FIRST SOUND IS DEAD. THE LAWS ARE BROKEN. THE ECLIPSE IS GONE. CREATION FALLS.”
The sky cracked. Realms screamed. Time slowed.
Ayizan covered her face.
“Oshun… Shango… all realms are falling apart…”
IN THE REALM BEYOND LIFE & DEATH
You opened your eyes.
There was no sky. No ground. No above or below.
Only a silver river flowing in all directions.
At the river’s center stood the First Eclipse— waiting for you.
Your spirit floated beside it, glowing weakly.
You whispered:
“Am I dead?”
The First Eclipse answered:
“Not yet. But you are no longer alive either. You are here to choose the fate of all creation.”
You trembled.
“What… is this place?”
The First Eclipse spread its four arms.
“This is the realm the Prime Voice feared. The place even the Architect cannot enter. The origin and the end.”
“And why am I here?”
The First Eclipse turned toward you slowly—
its face still blank, its form still shifting.
Then it spoke the words that changed everything:
“Because you must decide which of the three remaining creators will be the next to die.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
PART 15 : THE COST OF KILLING A CREATOR
(Collapse • Betrayal • Ascension Shock • The New Prophecy • A Being Catches Eclipse at Death’s Door)
The moment the Prime Voice shattered into white fire and vanished from existence…
Everything changed.
The Ancestor Realm, already broken, collapsed fully into dust.
The sky tore open like cracked glass. The earth beneath you evaporated like smoke. Air, light, matter, all flickered…
Like creation itself had forgotten how to exist.
You were on your knees, breathing hard, shaking, your body still glowing with the remains of the energy you unleashed.
Ayizan stared at you with horror and awe.
“You killed the First Sound…the breath that shaped existence.”
Shango whispered:
“She has done what no force, god or shadow, has ever done.”
Oshun felt the shockwave from the Loa realm and fell to her knees, tears burning her eyes.
Your father lifted his hand to his own face, as if unsure whether he was dreaming.
And Mawungu…
He laughed.
A thunderous, monstrous, triumphant laugh.
“Yesssss… you broke the FIRST LAW. The jailor is dead! Now chaos may REIGN!”
You staggered to your feet, shaking.
“No… I didn’t kill creation. I killed the thing that imprisoned it.”
Ayizan grabbed your arm.
“Child… listen carefully, the Prime Voice was not just the first creator… it was the thread that held ALL realms apart.”
The ground cracked deeper. The void trembled. The realm you stood on started folding inward.
Ayizan’s voice grew sharper:
“KILLING A CREATOR UNRAVELED CREATION.”
Your breath caught.
“What have I done…”
Shango’s voice thundered:
“You have forced the FINAL NIGHT forward!”
The symbols in the sky rearranged themselves—
burning red like blood on fire.
FINAL NIGHT ...PHASE FOUR: ASCENSION SHOCK
A vicious blast of energy ripped outward.
You screamed as your spine arched, your vision white, your chest glowing too bright to look at.
Ayizan shouted:
“She’s entering a THIRD ascension, this one UNSTABLE!”
Your father rushed forward, but Mawungu blocked him with a swipe of burning shadow.
Mawungu snarled:
“She is evolving. Let her. Once the Eclipse finishes her third ascension— she will destroy the Architect.”
Your father shoved him back.
“No, she will rule WITH ME.”
The Architect appeared suddenly, jagged, glitching, shrinking and expanding in bursts.
Its voice cracked:
“THE ECLIPSE HAS BROKEN THE PRIME VOICE. CREATION REQUIRES A NEW CREATOR. I WILL ERASE HER AND REBUILD THE LAWS.”
Your father roared:
“You will not touch my blood!”
Mawungu spread his arms, runes blazing.
“You WILL touch her. You ALL will, because the Eclipse will choose ME before the end.”
The three cosmic titans turned on each other, And the war erupted instantly.
THE ARCHITECT VS. MAWUNGU VS. YOUR FATHER
They collided in the sky like collapsing universes.
Your father threw black fire that split the void in half. The Architect countered with geometry-blades slicing through reality. Mawungu roared and unleashed a wave of unmaking energy that devoured even the light around it.
The noise was unbearable, the screams of creation itself.
Ayizan pulled you backward.
“Child, you must NOT let the third ascension finish here, the realm cannot handle you!”
You tried to speak...But your mouth only released white light.
Your skin cracked like porcelain, lines glowing gold, black, and white beneath.
Ayizan’s voice trembled:
“She’s breaking… her body cannot contain the evolution!”
Your father noticed.
“DAUGHTER! Hold on!”
He flew toward you...But Mawungu intercepted him, slamming him into the broken sky.
Mawungu screamed:
“The Eclipse is MINE, she will remake the void with ME!”
You coughed blood made of starlight.
Your lungs burned. Your bones burned. Your soul flickered.
Ayizan lifted you into her arms, her strength trembling under the force.
“Child, you are dying.”
Your voice cracked:
“I… can’t… stop… the ascension…”
Ayizan’s eyes filled with tears.
“No Eclipse ever could.”
The Architect’s voice boomed:
“IF SHE FINISHES THE THIRD ASCENSION, I WILL BE ERASED.”
Mawungu roared:
“AND I WILL CONSUME EVERYTHING.”
Your father’s voice shook with fury and desperation:
“CHOOSE ME AND YOU WILL LIVE!”
Your heart beat once, twice, weak, fading.
A NEW PROPHECY AWAKENS
Ayizan dropped to her knees as symbols carved themselves into the air.
A prophecy she had never seen before:
“WHEN THE PRIME VOICE FALLS AND ASCENSION BEGINS THE ECLIPSE SHALL BE CAUGHT BETWEEN DEATH AND CROWN AND ONLY ONE BEING MAY HOLD HER SPIRIT.”
Ayizan whispered:
“…caught between death and crown…”
Shango, Oya, Yemaya, and the Orisha who managed to arrive reached for you through fractures in the realms...But none could reach you.
Your spirit was slipping out of your body like smoke.
Your final breath rattled in your throat.
You whispered:
“I’m… dying.”
Ayizan sobbed:
“No. Child… please”
Your body went limp.
Your eyes rolled back.
Your heart stopped.
The light around you flared violently then went dark.
Ayizan screamed your name.
Oshun collapsed in grief in her realm. Shango hammered the sky with thunder. Your father released a roar that tore the void open.
Mawungu shouted in triumph:
“THE ECLIPSE IS DEAD!”
The Architect whispered:
“GOOD. NOW BALANCE CAN BE RESTORED.”
But then—
Everything froze.
A sound rose.
A hum.
A vibration.
A frequency that did not belong to any realm, any creator, any law.
Ayizan looked up, eyes wide with terror and awe.
“…no… it cannot be…”
The prophecy burned brighter:
“ONLY ONE BEING MAY HOLD HER SPIRIT.”
The void split open behind your corpse.
A silhouette stepped forward—
tall, glowing, faceless, cloaked in cosmic sigils…
And caught your dying spirit before it vanished.
The being whispered:
“Eclipse… I am not done with you.”
Ayizan fainted. Mawungu stepped back. Your father’s eyes widened. The Architect flickered violently.
And the being spoke again:
“YOU WILL NOT DIE TODAY.”
Light erupted and creation shook.
TO BE CONTINUED…