The Story of Trikhmunjhidharmalokshatrat, That Immaculate Wisdom Which Dwells In the Ashes of the World
In the beginning, there was the Efflorescence of Being, and outward from this fled nineteen spheres of matter, which imparted a stately dance as they sculpted chunks of nothingness into form. Then came the Cities of Confusions, Rage, Water, Fire, Frustrations, Death, and the final city from which all the other cities and all the whole world can be seen, the city of godhood, the City of Glass.
Out of the City of Glass rose nine haughty Perfects with bodies of glass. They came down and shot the world with glass-lightning and made it perfect, but no mortals would believe that the world was perfect, for they were not perfect, so the Perfects from the City of Glass became angry.
Taking the world, they grasped it by its corners and tossed it like a rug, so that one side settled in the Ontojh, the world of physicals, and the other in the Mahrajh, the world of spirituals. The mortals all became two beings- one was an animal and the other a spirit, but both constantly fought over the same body.
The Perfects were disgusted with the mortals, who could not martial themselves and even enter the gate of the City of Confusions, which is the first and easiest step to being a god.
But one mortal, Ashjujhmudharmashtlit, saw the great glass-shining Perfects floating in the sky, and he took up a spear, and this he threw (for he was very strong).
The spear fled like lightning from cloud and went through the eye of one of the Perfects, and the Perfect cried out in pain. Little shining splinters of glass fell to the ground, and they were so sharp that they became pinned between the Ontojh and the Mahrajh.
Ashjujhmudharmashtlit went with his wife to these glass-splinters, and each grasped one, but they died when they touched it. The glass-splinters then sent out little birds of glass-lightning, and from the womb of the wife of Ashjujhmudharmashtlit crawled a child, and this child then grew greatly and became not grotesque like a mortal, but cast off this grotesquery, and became like a Perfect in mortal skin.
Then this child saw the Perfects. This child decided that he would go and be one of them in the City of Glass.
The child went to the City of Confusions, and there were many tricks of the mind and confusions and illusions and mistakes of the eye and endless questions which have no answers. But the child made his way through these. He became absolutely certain in purpose and mind- no madness or confusion could ever be there, but there was instead iron conviction.
The child then entered the City of Rage, and there was incited many times to wild and furious anger, and battle was all around, and blood was spilt upon his hair and rolled in his jewel eyes. He took up a broken sword then and cleft seventy times seventy others who roared in anger. But then bypassing this City of Rage, he became skilled in battle and strong of thews, though slender, like the dancer, and he knew that rage was a cloud on the eye.
The child then entered the City of Water, and there it always rains, and there it is always cold, and the towers are coated in ice, and he lived for ninety days and ninety nights beneath a great thing that is frozen there that is called Ghujharandakh, Icicle-Giant, but which does not move. When he moved there, the coldness and resisting water told him to cease moving and freeze and rest finally, but he went beyond this. He became immured to apathy and the need to stop and rest, and he learned to proceed like the stone to the bottom of being rather than to ripple like the raindrop.
The child then entered the City of Fire, which is like the endlessness of burning alive, and which is all desert and wasteland. There is no food in the City of Fire, and neither water, so the child became very weak. But he crawled beyond this. He learned to go beyond physical needs- food and water were no longer his need, and heat and pain no longer his irritants.
The child then entered the City of Frustrations, which within has endless stairs and hallways which curve in upon themselves and many laughing naysayers who speak venom words to those who try to find the end of the mazy ways, and many iron doors which send one in the wrong way. The child, though frustrated to no end, went past these. He became deaf to attack and ridicule, and his words unimpeachable, and anger never stirred in his breast when he heard those who told him that he could not continue.
The child then entered the City of Death, and which is so terrible that it cannot be recounted. The child was there for 5,000 and 40 days, and when he left, he no longer feared death, pain, fear itself, or had any fears at all in the fact.
The child then came to the City of Glass, which is the city of godhood, the nexus of all being, from which can be seen anything and everything, and which as arms like those of the armfish of the ocean's deep which reach out into the world of the Ontojh and the Mahrajh. But around this city there was a great girding- the Perfects had made a vast, baroque, showy, tawdry, heavy, blindingly-golden city of their own, which is like a corpse which is covered in gilt leaf, and this the Perfects called Heaven.
The child fought for 6,000 years against the Perfects, and in those days there was much tribulation, and all the world was layed to waste, and the Ontojh and the Mahraj were made into ashes.
But the child slew the Perfects, and their shining blood ran in streams down into the burned land, and the child burned Heaven to ashes, and layed waste to all the Perfects that were there, and all of Heaven's wonders he destroyed, and all of the glory he dismantled, and this he scattered across the world.
Then, the child entered the City of Glass and called his name Trikhmunjhidharmalokshatrat, which is That Immaculate Wisdom Which Dwells In the Ashes of the World.
Then, Trikhmunjhidharmalokshatrat reached out and incited the blood of the Perfects to mix with the world's ashes, and this he used and recreated the world. And then, he stimulated being, and forth from him came sons and daughters to many degree, and he cast each of these from the City of Glass.
He said to them: "You are my children. You are not Perfects, but you can be Perfects or gods, if you so should wish. Reach into your inner-self and there find your Perfected Aspect. You must rise to the City of Glass."
Then he taught them the Twenty-Three Ultimate Esotericisms, which are the keys of passing through the layers of existence to the Cities.
So that none of his children would destroy the world as he had, he put in every mortal the key to the Cities, that his children would seek them out in order to collect the power to enter godhood.
And these children he called Rajhava.