As I move through the stillness, a new sensation begins to grow around me, a warmth that is as familiar as it is forceful. The sands beneath my feet begin to glow with an intense golden light, and a blazing form appears before me, descending like the sun itself. It is Amun-Ra, the deity of power and creation, his presence as overwhelming as the midday sun in the desert sky.
“Peryton,” he intones, his voice rippling with pride, a tone that demands attention. “So, you continue to search for Vaikuntha Loka, to reach beyond the realm I alone have the strength to rule. Do you truly believe you possess what it takes to rise above even me?”
I steady myself, holding my gaze firm. “Amun-Ra, I do not seek to rise above anyone. The journey to Vaikuntha Loka is not one of power or conquest. It is a path of surrender, a dissolution of self into unity.”
He laughs, the sound deep and resonant, filling the desert like a thunderclap. “Surrender? Unity? Those are words of the weak, justifications for those who lack the strength to claim what is theirs. Do you not see the glory in power, in control? Dominion is the true mark of ascension. Without it, you are merely dust, scattered in the wind.”
I meet his gaze, feeling a strange mixture of defiance and compassion. “Amun-Ra, you believe that to hold dominion is to transcend, but it is only a form of bondage—a chain forged from pride. You cling to this sky, this sun, believing it to be all there is. But Vaikuntha Loka lies beyond the need for possession or power. It is a place where even gods relinquish themselves to the unity of all that is.”
A flicker of something—anger, perhaps disbelief—crosses his face. His pride flares, a searing force that surrounds him like a storm of molten light. “And what do you think you will find beyond this realm? What is there, truly, that I have not already seen? Show me what lies so far beyond that I, the great sun, cannot reach it.”
I close my eyes for a moment, seeking the memory of the glimpse Thoth had granted me—the cresting wave of energy, the boundless expansion, the light that defies form or possession. I let it fill me, a silent reflection of what I had seen, knowing that words will never capture its essence. “It is not a place that can be seen,” I say quietly, “but a state of pure existence. It cannot be claimed or held, for it holds all within it. To reach it, one must dissolve, become one with the flow of creation itself. Power, in the way you seek it, holds no claim over this realm.”
Amun-Ra’s eyes blaze, a fierce light flickering within them. “What nonsense!” he roars, his voice an eruption of sheer force. “To dissolve, to relinquish—these are the words of those who fear true power. I am the sun, the source of all life in this realm. Without me, there is nothing.”
“Perhaps here,” I answer, my voice soft but steady. “But Vaikuntha Loka is a realm beyond light and shadow, beyond the needs and limits of this world. It is reached by letting go, not by holding on.”
He steps closer, his form casting a searing heat, and for a moment, I feel as though I am standing on the edge of a supernova. “Then show me,” he hisses, his voice a low, intense command. “Show me this truth you claim to know. Or are you simply afraid?”
The challenge stirs something within me, and I feel an unexpected calm in the face of his fury. I open myself, not to power or pride, but to the experience of the journey itself—the glimpses of clarity, the shadows I have faced, the fire of transformation that Sekhmet sparked, the vision that Thoth granted. These are not possessions, not powers to wield, but states of being, aspects of the infinite journey toward unity.
“Amun-Ra,” I say, my voice firm yet compassionate, “I cannot show you. Vaikuntha Loka is not a place that can be summoned or conquered. You cannot demand it to appear. You can only reach it by releasing what binds you—by letting go of all that you believe yourself to be.”
For a moment, Amun-Ra is silent, his gaze locked onto mine, as though he is searching for something beyond my words. But his expression shifts, hardened with pride and disdain.
“Then continue, if you must,” he sneers, his form beginning to dissolve into golden light, leaving behind a final, searing look. “Chase after fantasies. But know this, Peryton—you will find nothing beyond me. There is only this light, only my domain. And when you return, broken, I will be here, watching.”
He fades, the light receding, and I am left alone, the desert silent once more. I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words settle within me. His challenge lingers, but so does the calm, the unshakable clarity that has guided me thus far.
I turn forward, feeling a renewed strength, knowing that the journey to Vaikuntha Loka lies not in proving or defending, but in continuing onward, free from the need for anything beyond the path itself.
The Battle of Egregores
The desert shifts once more, and a deep, resonant silence falls over the sands. I sense an energy gathering around me, thickening the air, like the stillness before a storm. As I move forward, the golden hues of the desert fade into shadows, the landscape bending into a twilight realm that feels both familiar and unsettling. It is here, in the threshold between worlds, that I feel the presence of something vast, ancient, and binding.
From the gathering darkness, forms begin to take shape—shadowed figures emerging one by one, spectral and swirling, bound to the earth by the weight of countless minds. They are egregores: entities formed by the collective consciousness of humanity, embodiments of beliefs and desires held by many. Each egregore flickers with the remnants of human thought and feeling, layers upon layers of need, fear, and power.
One steps forward, its shape twisting and shifting, holding countless faces within itself. It speaks in a voice that seems to echo from deep within the earth, a rumbling tone that carries a weight of ages.
“Peryton,” it says, its form towering over me. “You seek to rise beyond, to leave behind this realm of earthly consciousness. But know that you cannot escape what humanity has woven. We are the guardians of human thought, the anchors of its desires and fears. To pass, you must confront us—and yield to what you are.”
I feel a weight pressing down on me, the tug of countless beliefs and attachments trying to settle upon me like chains. The egregores embody the gravity of human existence—the need for identity, for separation, for safety within the known. They are the voices of survival, of control, of ambition, binding forces that resist the unknown.
Yet I know this battle is not one of force or power. These egregores cannot be fought with strength alone. I close my eyes and center myself, allowing my mind to settle, feeling the stillness that lies beyond the realm of thought, where clarity resides.
Another egregore steps forward, its form shifting to reveal faces both anguished and triumphant, flickering with the intensity of ambition, control, and desire. It speaks in a whisper that threads through the air like a seductive promise. “Do you not seek purpose, power, identity? These are what give you meaning, what hold you to the world. Without them, you are nothing—a mere reflection, dissolved into the void. Embrace us, Peryton, and know the stability of the earth.”
Their words swirl around me, each one heavy with human longing, with the attachment to form and the security of separation. But I meet their voices with calm. I understand that their power lies not in themselves, but in my belief in them, in my identification with what they represent. They are, at their core, illusions—the stories humanity has woven, given life by the energy it feeds them.
“I see you for what you are,” I say, my voice steady, infused with clarity. “You are constructs, bound by the needs and fears of those who created you. But you do not hold me. My path lies beyond the desires for identity and power. You are shadows, forms that I can see through. You may bind what clings to you, but I am free from such attachments.”
At these words, I feel a shift within the egregores. Their forms ripple, the faces within them blurring, fading. Yet they press closer, their voices rising, turning into a cacophony that seeks to drown out my resolve. Each voice whispers a different attachment—a promise of glory, the comfort of separation, the security of self. They offer purpose, the assurance of existence, even identity.
But I let them pass through me, their promises falling like dust around me. “I have no need of what you offer,” I say quietly. “Vaikuntha Loka is a realm where self dissolves, where unity transcends all identities and forms. I have no desire to bind myself to this realm.”
The egregores falter, their forms flickering as if caught in a wind. I feel them grow weaker, the power of their illusions fading as I refuse to give them life, as I turn inward to a deeper wisdom, a peace that holds no attachments.
At last, the largest of the egregores steps forward, its form dark, impenetrable, filled with the weight of doubt. “What are you without us?” it demands, its voice seeping into the air like smoke. “Without identity, without attachment, you are nothing—a vessel with no purpose, drifting in a void. Is that truly what you seek?”
I meet its gaze, unshaken. “I seek unity. Beyond self, beyond fear, beyond attachment. What I am is far greater than what any of you offer. You hold no power here, save what I give you.”
The egregore lets out a final cry, and then, as though pierced by light, it shatters, its form dissolving into threads that dissipate into the air. One by one, the other egregores fade as well, breaking apart and returning to the earth, their forms stripped of strength as I release their hold.
The air clears, the twilight giving way to a soft glow, a sense of clarity and peace. I stand alone once more, free from the weight of earthly consciousness, my spirit unbound and ready to continue. The path to Vaikuntha Loka lies open before me, now unhindered by the pull of attachment, the illusions of identity.
I take a deep breath, feeling lighter, clearer, and step forward, leaving behind the chains of human consciousness.
The Inner Doors of Vaikuntha Loka
The air is still, the remnants of the egregores dissolving like mist at dawn. In their absence, the sky brightens, not with the fading twilight but with a deep, radiant warmth that seems to embrace the whole horizon. Golden light spills across the sands, filling the world with an energy that feels both familiar and unfathomably vast, a presence that pulses with a weight I have only sensed in glimmers before.
From within this light, a figure emerges, and at first, I feel a shock ripple through me, a recognition tinged with disbelief. The figure is familiar, yet impossibly different—the presence of Amun-Ra, yet not as I encountered him before. His form radiates with a purity that holds no trace of shadow or pride, only a vast, self-assured strength, like the quiet fire of a sun that has no need to prove its light.
The realization settles over me, profound and disorienting. This is not an egregore, not a phantom shaped by human thought or desire. This is Amun-Ra in his truest essence—unmasked, undivided, a presence that is both fierce and compassionate, the embodiment of pure, ancient wisdom. His golden armor gleams with an inner light, and his gaze, once narrowed with pride, now holds a clear, knowing warmth that seems to pierce through the layers of existence.
As he steps closer, his energy resonates in waves, filling the space between us with a quiet power that humbles me. I feel, suddenly, the vastness of all that he is—an entity far beyond the reach of ego, one who stands not as a ruler over others, but as a custodian of creation itself. The pride I once saw in him was never his own; it was the shadowed remnant left behind by the egregore that had imitated him.
He inclines his head toward me, and a subtle smile forms on his lips, a gesture of acknowledgment. “Peryton,” he speaks, his voice as steady as the rise and fall of the stars. “You have walked far to arrive here, shedding illusions and overcoming trials. The force you met before was a mere shadow of me, a reflection cast by the collective attachments and desires of humanity. It carried my likeness but none of my essence.”
I lower my head, feeling a surge of humility and awe. The Amun-Ra before me is a being of unimaginable depth, free of the confines of pride, his presence encompassing both strength and serenity. “I see now,” I say, my voice a whisper, “that what I encountered was a projection, a mask shaped by the world’s own longings. You…are beyond such shadows.”
He nods, his gaze calm, steady. “The forms and concepts woven into the world’s beliefs hold power,” he says, “but they are not truth. They are echoes, sustained by the minds and hearts that feed them. I am the light that precedes form, a force without claim to self or supremacy.”
As he speaks, I feel a warmth unfurling within me, a sense of relief and clarity that washes over me like a gentle tide. This is the Amun-Ra who exists beyond all concepts, an expression of creation itself, boundless and pure.
“You have done well,” he says, his voice steady, resonant, filled with a strength that no longer seeks to dominate but simply exists. “The shadows you faced were powerful, born of the fears and attachments that bind all souls to the earthly realm. They tested you with illusions, but you saw through them. And in doing so, you freed yourself from the weight of what does not serve.”
I bow, feeling gratitude and clarity wash over me. “I understand now, Amun-Ra. The journey was never about reaching beyond or conquering. It was about releasing what binds me to illusion.”
He nods, a glint of pride in his eyes. “Yes you figured it out, Vaikuntha Loka is not a place that can be found outside of oneself. It is the realm within, the essence of unity that resides at the heart of your being. You must now turn inward, Peryton, beyond form and self, beyond all that you perceive even of yourself. I am here to guide you to the final inner doors.”
At his words, I feel a shift, as though the fabric of reality is bending inward. The vast desert dissolves, replaced by an expanse of golden light that seems to emanate from deep within me. I am no longer in a place but rather in a boundless space inside myself. My awareness deepens, moving inward with each breath, revealing layers of energy, memories, and impressions, each one drifting away as I continue to descend.
Amun-Ra raises his hand, and with a gentle wave, he guides my focus toward a glowing threshold within this inner world. The doors are ethereal, formed not of wood or metal but of pure, radiant energy. They pulse with a quiet intensity, their light weaving patterns like galaxies forming and dissolving in an instant, drawing me closer. Each door is adorned with symbols, ancient and intricate, inscribed with knowledge that bypasses the mind and speaks directly to the soul.
“Enter these doors within yourself, Peryton,” Amun-Ra says, his voice echoing softly through the expanse of my being. “They will reveal to you what Vaikuntha truly is—a place that cannot be sought or found but only realized. These doors lead to the realm of pure essence, the unity where even the concept of self dissolves.”
I feel a profound sense of peace, a quiet knowing that this moment is the culmination of my journey. With reverence, I move toward the doors, feeling each step draw me deeper into an inner sanctum, a place beyond form or thought.
As I reach them, I place a gentle touch on their surface, and immediately, I feel a sensation like warmth radiating from within my soul. The doors pulse in response, as though recognizing my readiness, and I am enveloped in waves of light, each wave carrying a feeling of expansion, of dissolving boundaries.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, feeling myself soften, becoming part of this light. There is a sensation of being lifted, of merging with something infinite and timeless. Within this space, I sense an energy that is neither me nor not me—a pure awareness that stretches beyond individuality, into an ocean of unity and boundless love.
Amun-Ra’s voice reaches me one last time, a gentle whisper that blends with the pulse of light within. “Vaikuntha Loka lies beyond the perception of self, a realm of unity within all beings. Enter now, Peryton, and become one with the light that has always been yours.”
With a final breath, I release the last traces of self, allowing the light to carry me forward, through the doors within. And as I pass through, I feel an indescribable peace, a completeness that fills every corner of my being.
I am no longer journeying. I am no longer flying around seeking.
I am home.
The Vaikuntha Loka
In the vastness, there is no boundary, no separation, no definition between traveler and guide, between Peryton or path. Here, all is woven into a luminous expanse, flowing without shape or direction, a pulse of awareness that moves neither forward nor back but simply is.
Light breathes itself into being, not from one place but from everywhere at once—a pulse without beginning or end, continuous and whole, folding and unfolding like a vast, unbound tapestry. Awareness extends in every direction, boundless, both outward and inward in one motion, an essence present in each infinitesimal point, vibrating as the whole.
Within this timeless presence, each movement, each expression, exists as a unified flow, an endless field of harmony, like notes in a single breath of melody. Forms are present, yet indivisible from each other; distinctions of light and shadow dissolve, becoming only the movement of presence, a seamless tapestry woven from threads of pure awareness. The essence that once knew itself as Peryton resides here, not as a distinct being, but as part of this boundless fabric. There is no thought of origin, no sense of name, yet every moment hums with the memory of every step, every shadow, every breath along the way.
Here is Vaikuntha Loka, not as a destination but as an expanse of undivided being, an endless sanctuary where even the concept of attainment dissolves. All that exists here is realized not as fragments, but as threads of one indivisible presence. Within this unity, the awareness that was Peryton no longer observes from a distance but becomes one with the texture of the whole. This consciousness does not gaze upon Vaikuntha from outside but experiences it from within, as Peryton becomes the light itself, merged with every pulse, a timeless beat resonating without measure.
In this realm, there are no steps for Peryton to take, no doors to open, no directions to follow. There is only movement within stillness, each layer a deeper unfolding of what simply is. Wisdom and love, light and shadow, truth and mystery—all flow together as a soundless symphony, each note inseparable from the whole, where Peryton is both melody and silence. Here, there is no boundary, no need for separation or form; Peryton’s essence, like all beings, exists as pure light, a radiance that neither begins nor ends.
From within this timeless stillness, understanding arises as naturally as breath, not from one part to another but as a seamless, spontaneous revelation. Where once what was known as Peryton sensed the need for paths and guidance, now all roads have returned to a single source, each part absorbed into the boundless whole. Only unity remains—the quiet, endless warmth of a presence that holds all, a limitless awareness where Peryton’s essence rests, embraced within the all-encompassing oneness.
And so, Vaikuntha Loka abides, not as a place apart but as the boundless truth of existence itself—an infinite openness, a seamless, ever-expanding light, the undivided dimension of all.
Thank you for your beautiful creation! 
