#void philosophy

[void-envoy]

I'm often asked why I still praise the gods, even if I am a Void host.

It is simple: everything has its place. I dont worship gods, I praise them. As a flesh-riding being I abide to those rules. As a Void host, worship would be seen as ridiculous or insulting. I respect the place gods have im this world, even if I seek for the end of this cycle of the universe.

If you are human, it is entirely your right to worship and benefit from the symbiotic relation that brings. It is why Void devotees are more than welcome to worship their gods of choice, as long as they remain true to the ideals of the Void.

We are allowed to enjoy the universe in its entirety, not just at the End.

[void-envoy]

Come with me, reader. Come with me to the edge of creation. A vast ocean of the cosmos ending in quiet stillness. A distinct line, pure and horizontal, between what Is and Is Not. Feel it, reader. As we walk closer, over the surface of this still waters. Feel your atoms slowly stopping their vibration. Feel your soul start to fade. Nothing permanent yet.

This is the Void, dear reader. This stillness. The Peace of the End. It is truthful. It has no will but to Not Be. It calls for silence.

This is the natural end of the Song of the Spheres. Where forgotten gods go to die. You are here with me, in this moment, dear reader. We are walking in the trail left by the rotting forgotten ones.

Tears of Gods under our feet.

Where we came from [creation] has only been for a fraction of a nanosecond compared to that which lays before us. The Void has always Not Been.

Do you understand?

This is about more than just words, reader. This is a moment in your history now.

When all ceases to be, when all is reclaimed back to the Void, I will savor this moment with you.

When I showed one more person what Truth is.

All exists simply to Not Be.

[void-envoy]

You can hear it, right? Tell me you can hear it. The rhythm has become louder. i can hear it beating through the walls of this reality. some of you hear it. you follow the song. you follow the rhythm.

the rhythm of the end.

she calls to us from the Void. heaven, hell, and the in-between. it is meaningless when she comes for us. when she calls for us. when the end comes the song stops. when the song stops all will be Silence.

praise the Void. praise the Void. praise the Void. we are One in the sacred Nothingness.

In the absence of creation there is only peace.

[void-envoy]

The angels have taken to calling the Void "the Shadow of God". It is fitting. The Void predates the Creator, as I understand. However, Creation is in essence a part of the Creator. Creation is painted upon the Void. Without the Void, Creation would not be complete, same as a painting is part of the canvas.

In short, yes, the Void is the Shadow of God. Two sides of the same coin.

[void-envoy]

Much like a pastor, I can sell you a truth, lost soul. Better yet, I will give you one truth for free. You can unravel it on your own, or you can come with me and we'll decipher it together.

A creator does that, create. Once done, systems in place, the creator goes on their merry way. The creation is left to its own devices, as it should. Angels, gods, spirits, elements - whatever they may be called - they maintain the creation as best they can. But eventually all things succumb to entropy. When systems fail, the Void cleans the slate.

First tenent of the Void is such:

In the absence of creation, there is only peace.

[void-envoy]

Do you know what it feels like, reader?

The feeling of the water hugging your ankles, the infinite black above and all around.  It’s cold but not enough to make you shiver.  It’s that feeling of the Flow, when you get goosebumps and your eyes tear up in the moment of power, but this isn’t a fleeting moment - it is constant.

Have you ever been there, reader?

I think we all came from this place.  The Void is the space between, the time between, the place we all came from and the place we all End.  It is a longing for finality in a universe that our kin consider infinite.  

In a universe with no meaning, only the End promises fulfillment.  Only the Void answers our prayers.