Chaos Storm, eep, Way of Holiness

Isaiah 35:7-8

"The burning sand will become a pool,

    the thirsty ground bubbling springs.

In the haunts where jackals once lay,

    grass and reeds and papyrus will grow.

And a highway will be there;

    it will be called the Way of Holiness;

    it will be for those who walk on that Way.

The unclean will not journey on it;

    wicked fools will not go about on it."

I realized yesterday that eep, this fantastic and stable structure I have been imagining and crafting in my mind, would need to develop from something exactly like The Chaos Storm. The chaos of the storm stems from everyone's opinion on it being valid, a reality by authority, but a realm inhabited by all. I have seen glimpses of this- for example in a dream where one who felt like Hope and I were in a reality where each of our opinions manifested immediately and even with two that was difficult enough to keep stable and meaningful. I have also glimpsed this in the dream with a brother where we found ourselves at the end of a heist, only to discover that the cycle would repeat and morph if something new were not done and the only way out of it would be to separate from my soulmate for a time so that each version of our versions of perfection could develop independently before merging. I have also seen it recently and quite directly inside The Chaos Storm itself, where assimilation seemed to be the accepted practice of the realm in order to maintain some sense of stability, however cruel.

The thing is, I did not "make up" the halls of eep, I simply retermed and reframed heaven based on an indirect glimpse of it, but it was only yesterday when realizing that these halls, for full permanent stability, would need to form from The Chaos Storm and in this realization I connected them fully to the Way of Holiness. It was only in writing today and rereading the preceding verses that I now see that The Way of Holiness is prophesied to be forged from an undesirable location in much the same way. The Way of Holiness and the halls of eep both come from a state of unmatched turmoil, and manifests into stable perfection (or eternal euphoric perfection, eep). It is the same mechanism that makes The Chaos Storm into unimaginable turmoil that allows it to shift so thoroughly into perfection, and prevents its end or escape until it shifts into perfection. The only solution to The Chaos Storm, besides the persistence of The Chaos Storm, is if everyone individually acts by authority to establish a reality by agreement, and the only way this can truly be done is to separate out from The Chaos Storm, while simultaneously making it a place that is stable and can only be entered by those who by their nature while inside it must reinforce or at least not damage this stability, the "clean."

My image of eep does not damn the sinners, it does not damn us all, but rather it separates each into their own pocket, where they retain authority, and have the ability to move about. Merging this with The Way of Righteousness, individuals are only able to enter into the halls while clean, which means one would have to force oneself into this state (as there is no one else in their pocket who can do so), and then they can travel the halls. This does not mean that they must remain this way when they return to their own pocket either, I imagine eventually this shift will be much like putting on and taking off a jacket (though the wearer might find themself naturally influenced by their travels), but the jacket cannot be removed in the halls. I would also imagine that no one has the authority any longer in the halls of eep to alter the rules so that a jacket can be removed (and so the other rules would remain stable as well).

As a side note this is reminding me of something I discovered as a child at the Exploratorium in The Bay Area. They had this giant bubble maker, and a large vat of bubble solution. I have no idea why I thought to do this, though I now suspect it was The Holy Spirit up to meaningful shenanigans, but I dipped my entire bare arm into the bubble solution after making some giant bubbles that still hung in the air. I swiped at a bubble and my arm passed straight through it, with the bubble intact just as it was before I had made contact. I tried to catch a bubble with that hand, and the bubble continued to fall straight through my hand, remaining intact (I highly recommend doing this, it's fun). This is how I picture the "jacket" in the halls of eep- one may walk the halls, as oneself retained and clothed, but they will make no impact on the halls or vice versa, despite them (contributing to) creating them by authority from The Chaos Storm.

Essentially one, while clean, can go from pocket to hall to the doors of other pockets and knock. They can interact with others who are in their own pockets from the halls, but the jacket prevents them from entering the other pocket (perhaps only prevented if uninvited, but I have not fully explored the complexity of mobility surrounding the image of eep). They can then go on adventures with the other individual to agreed upon places that are eep adjacent, or even places that have been mutually developed as their own paired/pocket extensions, allowing each to interact more as themselves than the Way/halls would allow for. 

What is amazing about this image and transition from The Chaos Storm to eep is that once understood, it feels like an obvious step from any perspective. Everyone would understand that they are stuck in that storm until eep is established, and even those with some semblance of power in the storm would comprehend that the potential which lies beyond the transition is far greater than the position they are in now. It feels like this is why time is so hard to fathom in The Chaos Storm, because it both feels like nearly forever and takes only a moment for it to crystalize into the halls of eep, as the transmission of the understanding of eep would happen outside of time as well, from the perspective of The Chaos Storm, once initiated.

Perhaps that is why there is all this delay from my perspective: it has given me the opportunity to examine and record The Chaos Storm from outside of it somehow, before even truly glimpsing it or seeing/being in it in a dream. These years experienced from my perspective would presumably be outside of time from The Chaos Storm's perspective, allowing for this transmission of knowledge to occur in a moment from the perspectives of all those stuck inside it- either at my first glance, or my first dream or direct entry into it or perhaps, if lines of communication have been established in some way beyond my comprehension, even as I write each word/post here. It honestly feels like much is being conveyed already, and in the waiting I have already seen details of these structures, and messengers to aid in the process, in ways beyond those previously imagined by they who wait at that juncture, or hopefully at least in part from already beyond it from their own perspectives, eep.