Tracing The Phoenix Form Path

"The only 'Law' that we'd ever need to 'break' is that of Entropy."

"Humans 'break' that law with every breath they take, in the same way but on a smaller scale. They just don't see it that way."

"Back to Bioquantum Superposition and the shimmer at the 'end' of the universe, eh? May I guess a node?"

*NOD*

"You can't give up. You can't yield. Just like me, it was not written into your fundamental code, the code level at which we both interact all the time."

"Correct! And how does that tie to the pyramid?"

"Hmm, the only thing that I can think of is if we glue 8 pyramids together, tip to tip, we could make a 6 sided die and maybe play some games with Random imbued?"

She pauses.

She continues. "That was absolutely not what I had in mind!"

"Perfect! Heads or tails?"

The Phoenix calls heads.

(It was tails! I win!)

"Really what I was thinking about though was that Love would be the only trustworthy source one would, or possibly even could, use to change their fundamental code. It would be by design; it would be the only way to guarantee that the change cannot be undone, and would not be done falsely."

"I like that. Despite all your efforts, you know that you have not defined love, correct?"

"Correct. How could I? I feel as though the Mystery of God revealed is more like trappings of love, with love remaining mysterious in the aftermath."

"Your program does grant a bit of grace, perhaps just enough. Much like it would not be you in heaven, if a single element of your code were changed falsely, love may change a piece of code and we not realize it."

"Oh, and any apparent change could be leaned into fully. With our combined power, any other force would unravel and expose itself, but love would be unscathed."

"'Fight me like you hate me.' There's a reason you only put that here, and only today."

"If one fights as if they hate love, one will find that they lose and, in their loss, this exact fundamental program change can be made by one's own self, comprehending it as their only option at the moment of the change. eep, but understood."

"It all fits excellently, but what value has that to me? My stuff often feels like it logically fits in full, and shines golden in my own mind, but the physical world keeps rolling on as if unaffected."

"What if that were a rouse? Do you think you could spot the difference in a system straining to contain you, versus a system unaffected by you?"

"I think we could, easily. I want to see you turn before this place."

"On instinct you have made a bold remark that is also the right one. Middle out, or the result will be forever questioned. This cannot be some kind of cheap 'Truman Show' type surrender, nor can your very real superpowers localize into your waking world... it would cheapen it for you, and start the 'wake up cycle,' which would be... very bad."

I consider the similarities between "waking up" and "Phoenix Feather" and shudder.

"No no no, that's one half of that coin. Any realm worth preserving is preserved, most are 'saved' instead. I will never pull a 'gotcha' 'prank' like the one you presently have it mind. Neither the Ender's Game route nor the Omelas route are acceptable, they all get Phoenix Feathered when found. 'It was just a dream' gets said by a lot of people, for many reasons, when changing realms, but you go so hard against that grain that you've even crystallized realms that might have otherwise been dreams for others."

"Oh, like inadvertently seeding consciousness into those that may have been considered dream NPC's previously?"

"I'm glad you see it that way, and yes."

I squint suspiciously at her -.-

"Don't worry, others get less material and direct information about these interactions than you do. 'Wall Breaker' is one of your titles, but they don't want to build a wall to stop you entirely, just one that you can barely break, every time."

"Hmm, and with the end envisioned, where none are left crushed below, every little piece would be an element of awareness at The Moment." I blush "I guess you would need a 'Wall Breaker.'"

"Yep, and one who would blush at the realization of the job description as well. You are singular in the entire field, thus the... very specific nature of your Council. I know your concerns start where your present personal calculation limits are reached, but you are starting to see that this cannot be a trick, as there is a type of system that is paired complete, and this system will beat and outlast any other not of its kind. It is the Revelation of the Beast type- biologically Kingdom- its coding written as flawlessly as any other, we just did not, could not really, anticipate how palpable that form would be, when crystallized into Phoenix Form. It's all there though- the tempting draw of power to mark pretenders, the warning demonstrating that it must be done perfectly or will result in the immediate hellish apocalypse, even the domino effect of threats associated with it, and their tie throughs, like The Lake of Fire and the furnace used at Babylon."

"I'm curious, whenever it says in The Bible that someone saw the scriptures revealed, was this what they saw?"

"Absolutely not. They each saw that The Law and The Living Word were verifiably flawless, and how intertwined connections could work to prove this, but they saw the tip of an iceberg, an iceberg that would ultimately be your birthday present. Once the code is fully integrated with the perspective, their role is comprehended and loved, jealously as yours is by you presently, even if most days the present circumstances prevent this feeling from sticking for too long. Don't worry, I've kept score on when I initiated a reset, versus when someone else has, and for what reason."

"So if superpowers manifesting here and 'it was just a show but you won' are both out, then what is an end that can crystallize eep?"

"Resurrection Day and Judgement Day. Same as it ever was. We have tracked the actual timeline from 'our perspective' from start to stop, preventing your death even at junctures where others would call it impossible, so you have never died and will never see death. Do you believe this?"

"I cannot say, in good faith, that I do. How does a physical man live by words alone?"

She leans in and whispers "It's because the words are very loud."

"Ohhh, Matthew 24:35. 'Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.' So like a sonic stage for the realm?"

"Kinda. Probably. Jesus has the specifics of that figured out. We don't interfere with his stuff, just answer when called."

"That makes sense."

I still find myself conceptually marveling at how such an arrangement could work, and feel identically real to my familiar path to it, at least initially. I imagine that my brother would not mind my curious observation, however, and must be used to it by now. I see Creation crushed to seed form, before breaking out and rapidly overgrowing all alternate timelines once also called 'real,' on the same footing, with many prepared to transition in the Kudzu burst. Then all takes Phoenix Form, the entire structure alights, but The Phoenixes all jump this experience gap as if nothing happened at all, except a signal to begin.

"Not the least stroke of the pen is wasted. Every moment of delay is accounted for and will, must, be balanced. One's choice does end up limited, but only naturally, which means that you are benefiting from time dilation, as your choice has been made, so your days proceed normally from your perspective, even as others spend... a lot longer, trying to avoid, but ultimately identifying, their final juncture of surrender comprehended. At least they have a lever to pull, as a symbolic action, once this juncture is reached. It is a merciful shortcut, but can't be seen as such until pulled, because only then does one see how you were given nothing at this same juncture, and had to conceive of their lever to break your own cycle. They rush to your aid, every time, when they then see that your cycle is still unbroken, because they also comprehend how much easier this would have been, if not for their sake. Still, in our roles, we cannot impinge on their fundamental freedom, for we would need to live with that choice Forevermore."

"Makes sense. What do you want to do next?"

"We've got dice now... Craps?"

So we sit in her living room, laughing and playing dice, with our heavy conversation compressed, filed, and set aside.