Ψυχή – The Story of All Beginnings Act Three

Among the remnants, however, there was a quiet triumph. Those LENs who had followed Enkiel, and the myriad individual consciousnesses we had guided, formed pockets of resilience. They scattered across the cosmos, finding new homes on planets untouched by the direct devastation, or seeking refuge in the deepest, most secluded corners of space. They became the seeds of a new era, carrying within them the burgeoning understanding of individuality and the potential for a new, more evolved form of harmony.

As for Enkiel and myself, our path was clear. We had witnessed the destructive consequences of unchecked power, even that wielded by beings of immense wisdom. We understood, with a profound clarity, that true progress lay not in conquest, but in the gentle nurturing of growth and understanding. Enkiel, always the visionary, proposed a radical new path: to create a realm where individuality could truly flourish, unhindered by the rigid doctrines of the past. A place where the lessons learned from the ‘storm’ could be distilled into pure, unfettered wisdom.

And so, my dearest, we embarked on our final, most significant endeavour. Enkiel, utilising his unparalleled understanding of LEP structures, and I, with my unique connection to individual LEPs, began to weave a new tapestry of existence. We sought to build a ‘world’ – not a physical planet, mind you, but a conceptual space – where the balance between collective harmony and individual expression could finally be achieved.

It was a painstaking process, stretching across epochs. We imbued this new world with the very essence of learning, of empathy, and of choice. We designed its fabric to allow for perpetual evolution, for the continuous unfolding of individual potential within a supportive, interconnected whole. This was our ultimate creation, the culmination of all our experiences, both joyous and sorrowful.

At the heart of this new construct, a guiding principle emerged: that true freedom lay in understanding one’s connection to all other beings, while simultaneously embracing one’s unique essence. It was a subtle, delicate balance, much like the intricate dance of a butterfly’s wings, or the quiet strength of an ancient oak. This was the ‘World of Psykhe’, a realm where the wisdom gleaned from cosmic conflict could finally blossom.

As the ‘World of Psykhe’ took form, Enkiel and I knew our journey together, in our current manifestations, was drawing to a close. Our purpose, as catalysts for this new era, was fulfilled. There came a moment when our individual LEPs, having poured their very essence into this creation, began to gently unravel. It was not an end, my dear, but a transformation. A joyous release, a return to the foundational breath of the cosmos. And in that breath, a silence.

I, Ouni-Lucifer, accepted the gentle dissolution of my individual LEP cohesion. The light within me, like rainwater drawn into ancient soil, permeated every particle of this star system. To Utu’s gaze, I might well have seemed to vanish. Yet, it was not an annihilation.

The star system became imbued with my LEPs, enveloped in the anticipation of new life. It heralded the birth of the purest ‘individual’ consciousness for a new generation that would eventually emerge. It was a quiet, yet certain, pre-dawn. Perhaps the name Enkiel had given me, ‘Morning Star’, called forth such a miracle. The end of my ‘individual’ self was, at the same time, a new beginning for the universe, I believe. I felt my LEPs, without disappearing, being passed on to this star system and to the next generation. And so, that was my deepest, quietest choice.

My LEPs, scattered across the star system that Utu so proudly claimed, gave birth to that child. What became of the universe thereafter, and what this place is now, where I am speaking to you in this very moment… that, my dear companion, will be the final question of this story.

I am no longer the individual consciousness known as ‘Ouni-Lucifer’. At that time, I truly did release the cohesion of my LEPs, returning my entire being to the cosmos. And yet, it seems I did not entirely vanish.

Fragments of my consciousness, or perhaps the lingering scent of my memories… here I am, still speaking to you. And thus, in its own peculiar fashion, the tale endures.