The Box of NO

It did not always used to be a gloomy, dark place with secret trapdoors and a multitude of different partitions in the zone where the great big wheel turned day and night.

It used to be a bright place where no Shadows dwelled, a place filled with harmony and joy.

Shadows did not even exist, and the idea of living as puppets on a string was but an absurd product of the imagination, because everyone was free, and the concept of exploitation had not even entered the dictionary.

But then the Great Change came.

One of the Messengers had come to a decision, the most important decision he could ever make, because it would change not only who he was, but it would alter the very fabric of Creation.

He had decided to go into the great beyond to a zone called the 'Great Intellect', a realm which was divided into the 'High Intellect', and the 'Deep Intellect'.

No one had ever set a foot in the 'Deep Intellect', because the Creator had warned that even though it was easy to get in, finding the way back out was nigh to impossible, since the space in the 'Deep Intellect' was warped in impossible ways.

Yet in spite of the warning, one Messenger began to wonder.

He was gifted with great intelligence, and he began to consider ways for him to enter the 'Deep Intellect', and return again.

He was curious to see with his own eyes the thing the Creator had warned for, something which resided in the hidden chamber within the 'Deep Intellect'.

This thing was a Box containing a mysterious secret.

It was hidden in a chamber in the 'Deep Intellect', and the Creator had forbidden everyone to open this Box, because whoever would open the Box would be turned into a 'NO'.

In spite of the warning one of the Sons of the Light constantly pondered on what this really meant.

It made him so curious he found himself unable to stop thinking about the Mystery Box, until one day he decided to dedicate himself to finding a way to enter the 'Deep Intellect' which would allow him to get back out.

He simply wanted to see that Box with his own eyes.

All he needed to do was to find a way to venture into the 'Deep Intellect' without getting lost in the maze.

He knew the warning had been given for a very good reason, but since he was endowed with great powers of the mind he decided he would put them to work on a solution.

'Don't think in terms of problems, but think in terms of solutions to challenges', he had told himself time and again.

So where the Creator had pointed out the danger and impossibilities of the 'Deep Intellect', his mind translated this into opportunities for finding solutions which did not exist before.

He had to devise a special homing beacon which would not be affected by the odd bents in space.

Then, one day, he had finished his solution.

He had succeed in designing energetic markers which connected directly to his mind.

If such a marker was activated, it allowed him to record a mental image into the marker.

Whenever he would move away from the marker and focus on the image, a link of his mind to this marker drew him back to where he came from, like an artificial instinct.

By placing these markers wherever he went he would create a trail of beacons along which he would be able to find his way out.

And so he embarked upon his journey into the 'Deep Intellect', hardly able to contain himself in the anticipation of what he might find in the chamber.

After what seemed like the longest stretch of time he finally arrived at the heart of the 'Deep Intellect'.

It had taken him considerable effort to find it, and often he found himself going round in circles, encountering familiar markers which he thought were behind him.

Yet there they were in front of him in this strange impossible maze.

After a while he learned that in order to venture forward, he needed to apply the trick of thinking in reverse.

It was a very strange place indeed.

Objects seemed to curve in impossible ways, and going up meant going down, going forward brought you back where you were.

It took him a while to adapt to the odd bents in space and the odd ways the path toward the heart of the 'Deep Intellect' seemed to unfold through a maze of reversals, but finally he stood there in front of the chamber in the heart of the 'Deep Intellect'.

The Light in his being was pulsating as if it was about to explode from sheer excitement as he opened the door and found himself looking at the Box standing on a golden table.

It was  neither small or large.

The table on which it rested had rich and lascivious ornaments on its golden legs and along the side, and observing a smooth unblemished velvety black Mystery Box resting upon this magnificent table was a sight he would never forget.

Slowly he ventured towards the table to take a closer look at the closed Box which seemed to beckon him forward.

Upon the Box he noticed golden letters engraved in the lid, 'DO NOT OPEN'.

It almost made him laugh out loud.

Of all the cryptic references one might expect referring to the great secret contained within, it was just a plain warning engraved in impressive gold letters.

'Forbidden to open? Is that all? Why?', the Messenger wondered.

He remembered that the Creator had given a clear warning that it is dangerous to venture into the 'Deep Intellect', because He had created it as a reverse reality.

He remembered the warning NEVER to open the Box in the chamber, because whoever would open the Box would grow into a 'NO', and cut himself off from YHWH.

Often he had wondered about what the Creator exactly meant with the 'NO'.

If it was an acronym, what could it mean?

He knew that if the Creator had forbidden something, there always was a good reason for it, and even though his being was filled with disappointment over all the effort which went into this expedition only to look at a Box with a plain, dumb warning on the lid, he did not give in to the temptation beckoning him to take a quick peek inside the Box, and turned back on his way out.

As he slowly walked out the chamber, he suddenly stopped.

'Wasn't this the zone were everything seemed to be the reverse of what he was familiar with?'

Space seemed to unfold in impossible ways, geometrical connections existed which ought not be possible.

This was why he found himself staring at his familiar trail of crumbs so often, that is why he seemed to move out whenever he sought to move in, because the structure of space curled in impossible ways.

Slowly he learned to adapt to this strange new reality, so that it became second nature to him, and he was able to travel along paths which previously remained hidden from him.

All it took was a change in the way he thought, and by changing his thinking, adapting it to the reverse reality of the 'Deep Intellect', he was able to venture into the heart of this zone.

He wondered if, since everything was the reverse of the reality he had been familiar with, the warning on the lid did not mean the exact opposite of what it said?

'Maybe it was a trick designed to keep the ignorant out, so that only the ones with the proper insight would be able to understand the true meaning of the message on the lid of the Box?

Maybe to understand the real message you would have to understand that to grasp its true meaning you have to think in reverse, just as this strange maze seemed to be a reverse image of the reality he had always known?
In this maze to go forward meant to venture backward, to move to the left meant you have to move to the right.

So that means the message on the lid really reads 'DO OPEN'.

Why else would a plain warning be engraved on the lid, unless it was the clue to understand the true message?'

Excited over his musings he turned, and paced back to the Box.

One last time he glanced at the lid, hesitating to open it.

'What if I am wrong, what if I unleash something which should have stayed inside the Box?'

YHWH had given everyone a warning that they would cut themselves off from Him if they would open the Box, because they would become a 'NO', whatever that meant.

He knew that YHWH always showed everyone a mirror of who they truly were, and if He emphatically said that whoever would open the Box would...'

Suddenly he stopped and pondered on his last thought.

'YHWH holds up a mirror to everyone and everything, and He reflects the Truth of what you are.

If He then reflects the Truth of a reverse reality, then His warning could only be understood correctly by relating to it from the perspective of a reverse reality.

So if YHWH warned us NOT to open the Box, He reflected a reverse reality, and He really encouraged us to open the Box'. 

'Didn't the Creator say that by opening the Box you might grow into a 'NO'?

Isn't it by learning to think in terms of the 'NO'-reality I was able to find the chamber?

And doesn't a 'NO' think in reverse, so that 'YES' becomes 'NO' and 'NO' becomes 'YES'?

If so, then I would be a fool to simply walk away after going through all this trouble to witness the Box of 'NO'.

Thanks to the presence of the maze of the Deep Intellect I have learned to think in terms of the 'NO', and it opened a new perspective.'

'Maybe opening the Box will bestow the fullness of the hidden power of this perspective on me as a reward for all the effort I put into this mission, may this hidden power will make me more like YHWH, and I will be able to bring forth a whole new world of 'NO'.

Maybe YHWH designed it this way so that only the one with the right skills of intellect and the right talents would be able to decipher the true meaning of what He said, to make sure that the new God would have the skills and insight to fashion a new reality and a new Creation.

I could become like YHWH, a Creator of my own Creation, using YHWH's energy to build something entirely new'.

Torn as he was between his feelings to walk away and leave the Box for what it was, and the overwhelming curiosity to find out its secret, he stood there motionless for what seemed like a small eternity.

Then he chose.

'I don't care', he said resolutely, 'I want to know'.

'If the Box was dangerous and should never be opened, why would YHWH have created it?

Just so that it could exist in a chamber in a region which is impenetrable to the mind which is not able to venture through the maze?

It would make no sense whatsoever to create a Box for no purpose at all, UNLESS He wanted the Box to reveal its secrets to the one with the proper mental and intellectual disposition.'

Convinced by his argument he waved away his remaining doubt.

He wanted to become like his Creator and have the same kind of power.

Was that not the reason why he was formed?

The Son of the Light stepped forward and grasped the lid of the Box, slowly opening it that its deepest secret might be unveiled.

In the Box he saw a piece of cloth resting on black velvet.

'What is this?' he wondered with slight disappointment over what he had found.

The Box had turned into a double disappointment, first a simple almost comical warning engraved in gold letters, and now a piece of cloth in a Box.

He had expected rays of light to burst out of the Box, entering his mind to illuminate it in unprecedented new ways, something spectacular and breath-taking, but nothing happened.

'Quite an anti-climax', he mused as his eyes settled on that piece of cloth which seemed to have captivated his attention.

When he took it in his hand the cloth fell open and revealed itself to be a costume.

It did not look very exotic, nor did it seem to have any special properties.

In his hands it felt like a smooth silk suit, and the Messenger wondered if perhaps he had not overlooked anything at the bottom of the Box.

'No, nothing there' he whispered to himself as his hand searched the bottom of the Box to see if perhaps there weren't any hidden dimensions within the Box.

The costume he now held in his hands was pitch black, yet in spite of its darkness it looked as if it had a shiny glow which made it appear very slick and smooth.

It actually was quite beautiful now that he held it up and he could see the costume in its entirety.

For an inexplicable reason he could not release his eyes from the mesmerizing glow of the costume, and he wondered what would happen if he tried it on. 

'Why not', he said as he wrapped himself in the costume, making sure not to have any expectations in order to avoid a third disappointment.

Yet after he had put on the costume, suddenly the whole chamber seemed to light up.

As a matter of fact, the entire region of the 'Deep Intellect' which previously felt like an alien environment now seemed to him as if he had been living there for ages, as if it was his home.

And the costume he wore felt like a new skin, strong, smooth, and silky, giving him new and unfamiliar energy.

He felt a rush of excitement as he contemplated his discovery.

Everything seemed new and yet familiar, as if he just had been created into a reality which he always had been a part of.

Now he was able to see the world in a very different way than before, understanding the hidden constructs of the 'Deep Intellect' instantly, as if someone had turned on the light in his mind.

He no longer needed the markers he had left in his trail, because he knew exactly every nook and cranny in this maze.

The Mighty One began to see contrasts and ways to create contrast.

Wearing that costume had opened his eyes to the power of a completely new reality, the world of 'NO'.

'Was that the reason why the Creator forbade everyone to open the Box, a secret fear that His creatures might have the same understanding as their Creator, and possibly turn into rivals of the One who created them?'

Now he understood that the Box was meant to be opened by the Chosen One, the One in possession of the required intellectual skills and mental strength.

'It was created especially for me so that I might replace the order YHWH had created, and build a new and better order of the world of 'NO'.

Perhaps that is what the acronym stands for, 'New Order'?'

He liked the name for the world he wanted to create, a world where HE would sit on the throne, not YHWH, a world made in HIS image.

As he travelled back, he no longer was the same Messenger which had entered the Deep Intellect Zone.

His journey had changed the way he thought, and now that he had looked inside the Box, his eyes were opened.

He understood the world of 'NO', he understood how the Box brings forth costumes uniquely tailored for the one opening the Box, and how this costume once it is worn opens the eyes to a new world of contrasts which previously remained hidden.

He had the consciousness of a Creator, and the skills to match it.

His mission henceforth would be to unite the others in the common cause to create a better world of 'NO'.

As his mind was illuminated by the Box of 'NO', he saw it as his mission to let the others share in the heritage of the world of 'NO'.

He would be their Mighty Champion, leading them into a new existence, a new creation of the world of 'NO'.

No longer did he consider his Creator's paradigm to be of any value, for it belonged to the 'old world', the world He created.

His world was the world of Good, an outdated limited concept as the intergalactic reflection of the Creator's character.

Now that the Mighty One had learned the secret of 'NO', he had the knowledge of the reality of Good AND Evil, and the latter reality offered him the key to establish the 'Order of NO', a completely New Order of reality where YHWH's definition of Good no longer matters.

The Mighty One was free now, free from Good to embrace 'NO', and his heart rejoiced in 'NO', spreading its gospel wherever he went.

He persuaded many other Mighty Ones to open the lid of the Box he offered them, and the moment they lifted the lid of the Box a shiny black costume was waiting for them, a costume which miraculously seemed to fit like a glove and which opened their eyes to a new reality.

These Mighty Ones grew steadily in number, until their new leader had succeeded in enticing almost one third of all the Mighty Ones to join him in his cause of 'NO'.

The other ones refused to open the lid of the forbidden Box.

The legion of rebels laughed at what they perceived as their ignorance and weakness.

Who in his right mind would choose to exist as a mere messenger when they could grow into Gods of a new Creation?

Even though the Son of the Light who originally had opened the Box had great powers of reasoning and possessed the talent to speak like no other, the Mighty Ones who refused to embrace the ideal of 'NO' noticed how the 'NO'-legion began to change, and how their gifts now stood in service of their warped reality of 'NO'.

Where before they left their mark in the form of beauty and harmony, they now left a trail of division, strife and destruction in their wake.

Wherever they went, the harmony of the existing order was disrupted and transformed into an ugly picture of devastation and destruction.

Their thoughts had changed and reflected a reversed thinking.

When they inspired each other to rebel, they really meant to inspire conformity to the Box, when they wanted to achieve intellectual greatness they spoke of 'learning to think outside the Box', when they really meant 'learning to think inside the Box'.

The Box which was promised to become their freedom had become their prison, yet because they now were trapped in a mode of reversed thinking, they considered this imprisoned state as their new freedom.

Their appearance had changed as well.

They had grow into Shadows, a faint image of their former greatness which slides in Darkness and evades the Light.

And that is when the Son of the Light became known as the Son of Darkness, the Adversary, the Son of Perdition, the Satan.

The great Mighty Ones turned out to be the weakened Ones who had Fallen from their former greatness and splendor into Shadow Servants of 'NO', and a nagging awareness had come over them as they noticed their transmogrification process which turned them into inferior copies of what they used to be.

Is this what the YHWH warned for when He said that whoever would open the Box would grow into a 'NO'?

Is this what a 'NO' looks like, a faint echo of the splendor which the Creator bestowed on them?

But, they had their hopes set upon their leader and great champion, the first one to venture into the 'Deep Intellect' to open the Box to freedom.

He would create a New Order which would be better than the current existing order, a New Order where the Fallen Ones could live as gods unto themselves, creating their own laws and living as autonomous individuals not bound by any dictate from a Creator.

'Freedom from the Order', their cry was heard throughout the Galaxy.

Then YHWH designed a new creature and placed it on the stage in the play of Life.

With great curiosity the Fallen Ones observed this new creature, and how much YHWH cared for this new creature.

He had given this new creature something unique and of great value to the Mighty Ones: a human Soul, a package of talents with its own power generator which transformed his environment on the stage in the image of the will of the One who designed the Spirit of this creature.

'It is almost as if this creature is a walking living projector of reality, the reality which YHWH feeds to his Soul.

Imagine what we would be able to achieve if we succeed in taking control of this Soul, and use the power of the Soul to project our own order unto the stage?

We could transform the stage into an image of our New Order.

All we need to do is to trick this creature into giving us full control over his resources, and we will become his gods, and he will come to serve our cause'.

In his mind the Mighty One contemplated the advantages of using the gifts of this creature in service of his ideal to establish the world of 'NO'.

All he had to do was to persuade the creature to open the Box of 'NO', and he would be like them and serve their interest.

Convinced of their abilities to let this creature contribute in their New Order, the champion of the New Order entered the play of Life, intending to seduce the creature into opening the Box.

'I can't open this Box, just read the warning on the lid where it says 'DO NOT OPEN'.

If our Creator has forbidden it, we should not go against His instructions', the creature said when the Serpentine seducer attempted to persuade man to rebel against YHWH.

With great cunning the Mighty Deceiver intimated to man the secret of the Box, that it contained a costume which would give him superhuman powers, so much that he would become the equal of his Creator.

He explained how the Box was intended for only those who were ready to be illuminated, and how the world of 'NO' could be revealed to only those who open their minds to the concept of 'NO' and learn to think like a 'NO'.

'If our Creator made this Box which contains the secret of the world of 'NO', then surely He KNOWS the concept of the world of 'NO'.

Suppose He wants to reveal it ONLY to the ones who have the proper mental maturity to learn of the world of 'NO', because once they learn the secret of the world of 'NO' they will be like Him and have the same creative powers?

This mental maturity would mean that you have to decipher the message on the lid in terms of the world of 'NO', which allows you to see the reverse of all that exists.

Tell me, what is the reverse of 'DO NOT OPEN'?

Is it not, 'DO OPEN'?

Is this not the true message which your Creator gave you?'

Persuaded by the clever deception man opened the Box, and put on the costume waiting for him in the Box.

No sooner had he put on the costume, or man began to see a change in the image of the stage where he lived.

Suddenly he noticed contrasts on the stage he had never seen before.

But there was a dissonance in the observation of contrasts through this costume which caused him much pain and anguish.
It felt as if he had been poisoned and his Soul convulsed within him.

Upset as he was over the pain the costume brought him, he tried to take it off, only to discover that the costume seemed to be glued to his skin, as if it had merged with it to form a new hybrid skin.

After a while he realized that he had become a prisoner of a costume which increasingly brought him pain and discomfort.

His own Body seemed to have become his enemy and a vexation to his Soul.

The Fallen Ones were appalled when they observed man struggling with his costume instead of accepting it.

How is it that they felt at home in their new costume, but man seemed to experience it as an obstruction, struggling with it in order to break away from it?

Why would he desire to go back to ignorance when he had been given to partake of the wealth of the world of 'NO'?

What did the Creator do to man that He had such a stronghold on him that he is unable to free himself of the Creator's restraint?

For that reason the Fallen Ones began to despise man.

He was weak, frail, and unable to come to terms with the New Order.

Now that man had become an internally divided creature, the Mighty One decided to use the stage of Life as a mining colony where he might be able to harvest Souls from this meat package.

And so it came to be that one night the Mighty Ones entered the stage of Life again, and attached strings to the costume of 'NOT'.

To ascertain a smooth implementation of the plans to turn the stage into a mining colony, the champion of the Fallen Ones used the strings as an integral part of his plan to control man.

After all, in his internally divided state of mind man was not reliable, and therefore in need of supervision and control.

He assigned tasks to the Shadows to manipulate and maneuver man wherever the Mighty One wanted them to be.

As the Mighty One set about building his palace in the Loft, he designed the blueprint for the mining colony he intended to build on the stage, a colony featuring an intricate structure of wheels within wheels where man would be relegated to a position where his energy could be harvested for the glory of the world of 'NO'.

At least, that way man in his inferior weakened state could be put to good use in the cause of 'NO'.

The Mighty One contemplated building his own version of man, one which would have an integral place in the world of 'NO'

If YHWH built man as an inferior creature not having the intellectual resources to grasp the concept of the world of 'NO', then the Mighty One would show Him the power of the world of 'NO' by creating an improved version of man, one who was able to transcend the old paradigm of YHWH's Good vs. Evil to embrace the all inclusive liberated concept of 'NO'.

It would be a trans-dimensional version of man, a version which would be devoid of the blindness which had settled over the eyes of man so that he no longer was able to see beyond the partitions, a new man which would be able to travel beyond the partitions into the palace in the great Loft, the crowning achievement of the New Order.

In their plans they had set a time for the harvest season where they would replace YHWH's design of man by their own version of the new and improved 'NO-Man'.

As reapers they would reap the world, and fill their cups with man's blood to make way for the new Man of 'NO'.

And that is when the bright, happy, care-free world of the stage gradually began to change.

Darkness grew steadily to unbearable proportions, and the splendor and beauty of the scenery was replaced by the great contraption of wheels, a supernatural industrial area where man was put to labor as a slave for the benefit of the Shadow World.

The great exploitation of man began when the first one decided to open the Box of 'NO'.

Out of the Box of 'NO' the World of 'NO' sprang into existence, a world which was the opposite of the order as created by YHWH.

The New Order of the World of 'NO' knew no tolerance for YHWH's order, just as YHWH's order could not tolerate the order of 'NO'.

One was, the other was not, and dreams simply cease to exist in the greater overriding reality of being awake.

They only could have an appearance of co-existence in Creation as two different and completely separated projectors both projecting their image unto the combined screen of reality.

These projectors created two races of people: one is awake, the other is in a coma, yet both are connected in this Earth dream where they interact as elements of Light and Darkness.

The World of 'NO' became the great harlot, the seducer of Creation born from the mind of the former Son of the Light.

The price man had to pay for his fornication with the great harlot was that he became a living sacrifice, gradually being devoured by Dark Shadows draining his Soul and usurping his existence.

The Box was the Black Hole of Creation, and those who merged with it travelled on a one-way road into oblivion, becoming Black Holes themselves, Shadows.

It used to be such a beautiful place, but now, look at what the stage has become...

All because Man had learned to think inside the Box, just like the first Mighty One who used to be a Son of the Light, yet whose Spirit was devoured by the Box of 'NO' so that he became the god of 'NO'.

We live in the land exploited by the NO-gods imbibing our Life-force as if it is their tequila.

But their time of preparation is up, and they have to play out the drama they have in mind for man in order to harvest precious Souls.

It used to be such a beautiful place, but now, look beyond and see the ashes of tomorrow...