Only when the I dies, when the ego dissolves, one enters the realm of the divine. The realm of gods where heaven and hell lie. In absolute stillness of body and mind will the gates open.
Death comes not once but many times. The first death is the hardest—the dissolution of who you think you are. The constructed self, built from borrowed thoughts and inherited fears, must burn away.
In this burning, truth emerges.
Between the I and the divine lies the void. Most flee from this emptiness, clinging to identity like drowning men to driftwood. But the void is not the enemy—it is the gate.
Only in perfect stillness does the gate reveal itself. Not the stillness of restraint, but the stillness of absolute surrender.
Heaven and hell are not places outside but within. They exist here, now, in this moment.
Those who pass through the gate return transformed. They wear the world lightly, like borrowed clothes. They speak with tongues of fire yet carry silence within.
They have died and live. They have surrendered and found everything. For they are one with the One and become Us, Legion.
In the death of self, life eternal begins.