Kalachakra (Worm AU)- COMPLETE

Theological Note IV (replying to II)
While not technically inaccurate, this is abusing the label Bob quite a bit. It's purpose is to label the aggregate that is Bob. Sure, everything in the universe effects him, but given the degree that his eye or part of his brain effects him compared to how much the moon affects him, labeling the two as separate makes more sense.

My definition of me is my entire body over time. Not the matter in it at a particular time but the arrangement of matter that contains the intelligence that identifies as me. The boundary can get a bit fuzzy but me is a label not something that exists in objective reality, so some ambiguity is acceptable.

Which brings me to the first question:

Food for thought:
What about experiences? Or senses. Bob is not just the aggregates that makes up Bob the identity, but also the sense impressions. If you see the Moon, that creates an impression that is acknowledge by your consciousness the moon that you saw is now part of that little bundle of aggregates. Which begs the question- does the Moon actually exist? Does anything beyond your experiences actually exist in the way that you think it does? Afterall, our perceptions are limited. Does the universe exist if you're not aware of it?

All very interesting questions. I, like you, agree that conventionally we can assume that the rest of the Universe exist independently outside of the stuff we can assume to be us- but the separation between Bob and the rest of the universe is an artificial divide. Bob is made of the same material, subject to the same physical laws as the rest of creation.

If the definition of "me" is very flimsy, then there isn't much of a solid ground for declaring that this arbitrary bundle of aggregates is me and the other bundle of aggregates is not me. I mean, that's true, but also not so simple as that.

Of course, there is no right answer, however in the Sutras, it's declared that when the first sentient being of a world is born, that world come into existence. When the last sentient being of that world dies, that world cease to exist.

Isn't that interesting?

I am my body/mind, hence I have control over my body and mind. Every action/reaction inside me is me. External stimuli also effect me, but the majority of my actions are determined by me. The fact that I'm deterministic doesn't have any bearing on this (unless someone is capable of perfectly predicting me). The idea that something can escape:

That's where Buddhist psychology comes in. First of all, Ideation (thinking) is not the mind, it's a sense (like the other 5 senses). In the Eight-Consciousness Model, Ideation is kind of the central interface for the five senses, you receive input from the 5 senses (this is a whole other very complicated subject, involving such abstract concepts as "eye consciousness", "touch consciousness", etc).

So certainly you are free to think as you will, but the process of thinking IS NOT THE SAME as the sense objects being thought of- where do these sense objects even come free? Certainly some of them comes from the external environment, picked up by our senses, then, if they make deep enough of an impression on our minds (up to you accept them or not), then enter our subconsciousness.

Imagine that your mind is like a field. Underneath the field are many karmic seeds waiting to sprout. All of these are potential effects you have sowed previously. When the conditions are right, the seeds will sprout.

Conditions mean that there is sun and water and fertile soil. In the real world that means there has to be situations and events that "ripens the karma".

Suppose you and I fall in love and then we both die. In another life, if I saw the the sight (sense object) of you passing me by at the mall (condition), from deep within my subconsciousness (Alaya conciousness) I feel a great attraction or affinity to you (ripening), these impulses rise up and enter the ego, and then the mind where it then begins to influence how you act and even how think and perceive things.

There is considerable less control over your mind then you think. In Buddhism, reality is both deterministic and indeterministic.

Our body, our personality, our preferences how we will react to situation, people and events are not ours to control- they depend upon the causal chain you're already in. However once we are in a situation, once we have met people, once certain events have happened to us, WE HAVE THE CHOICE to act in anyway we want.

In the exact same situation, two people will react differently because they have different backgrounds, because they have different backgrounds and they reacted differently to something, they will have different futures.

If they're conscious and aware of the process of thought-making happening (such as the arising and ceasing of various desires, fears and ignorances), they are in a better state of mind to make skillful choices, choices that would either not generate new karma or would at least ensure any karma generated are potentially positive ones.

Example: A man who keeps looking at pretty women without at least controlling his reaction will only get worst, the reason he is reacting or his eye is wandering is because of the seeds he has planted in his mind from previous lives (or times). A man who is self-aware will take care to deal with what arise from within his subconsciousness and what he is accepting into his subconsciousness.

What goes in, must come out. That's it basically.

Unless I'm missing something, the only way for me to escape causality is to cease to be me. At which point all the remains is my history and it's effect on reality. Wait... is that what it's about? Would your karma/rebirth be that history and it's effect? And the goal be to... not have an effect?

Well, we're not trying to escape casuality per se, although that can certainly be your goal. Rather, we want to escape conditioning (for example, DESIRING to eat meat is a conditioning, we carry that desire with us from life to life). And conditioning can dictate everything from biology to psychology. A deva of the form realm have no gender because they do not desire physical sex. If they desire sex the way we do though, they would have been conditioned to be reborn as a human or animal or something else in the desire realm. It is our conditioning that determines what we become, not what we become that determines our conditioning. Furthermore, karmic seeds don't always ripen at the same time, hence it is entirely possible for a man to be normal for most of his life and then become a serial killer or crazy near the end of his life. A deva can live sagaciously and virtuouslessly for most of his life and in his next life he could be reborn in a hell-world (because the seeds were already there, the conditioning became "right" and then the effect naturally rises).

I am not sure how that would effect human evolution if we stop becoming conditioned, but certainly it would change the characteristic and destiny of the human race. Maybe we won't even be humans anymore.

The root cause of suffering is ignorance though- which means we don't see a situation for what it really is. For example, your mom really hates you, that might seem really unfair, but if you could see into past lives, then you would know that have a cause, maybe you treated her really badly, so she has a very negative impression of you in her mind. Being ignorant of this, you might decided to hate her back and maybe even treat her badly again as revenge, which just means you perpetuate that cycle. And when somebody escalates, well, the escalation climbs, it doesn't simmer down. Things don't balance out, they just get out hand.

Of course, how close people are to you is by depth of interaction, not whether it was positive or negative, so everybody you love and hate will be very close to you. The primary goal is then to establish a positive and loving relationship with everyone around you and dissolve whatever grievances you might hold for each other in your minds. This not exactly easy and you have to be able to cultivate the necessary skills, which is where religion comes in. The goals only get loftier however- for the true ambition of most religions isn't to gain personal salvation, it's to save everybody as well. This is true for Buddhism as well (well, for most schools).

TL;DR: All of this crazy conditioned existence stuff is not some magically different thing from reality. Like you say, reality runs on karma. But once you are living life in accordance to the Dharma, reality for you is running on Dharma (karma is still there, you are still subject to cause and effect, but yet you are completely free from it).
 
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boop, wrote up a thing, but OP's response is way more formulated :p
gah, flashbacks to trying to parse and understand eye-consciousness etc >_< Its basically a much more verbose formulation of Descartes "I think, therefor I am" except lumping the thinking apparatus along with the other senses as unreliable, as well as adding a lot more words :p also the sense apparatuses are hard-coded to introduce ignorance, which after a Yoda-esque word transformation exercise ends up with more suffering to tie you in to the karmic cycle of rebirth.

The goals only get loftier however- for the true ambition of most religions isn't to gain personal salvation, it's to save everybody as well. This is true for Buddhism as well (well, for most schools).
mm, I think Theravada Buddhism will stick with the less-lofty goal of just personal salvation :p so the aim is much more on reducing karmic imbalance on both sides to then exit the cycle.
 
So, is Taylor powered by a very powerful Shard from another Entity, or is she basically all the destructive aspects of the Thinker combined into one massive ball of conflict generation set to go off at the end of each cycle?
 
On SB, we're on Theological Note II. It's not the same due to different conversations. Kalachakra (Worm AU) | Page 3

I decided to have the SV and SB editions of the notes be different because different dialogues are happening. At the end of the fic, I'll have a combined index and differentiate them more clearly for posterity.
 
So, is Taylor powered by a very powerful Shard from another Entity, or is she basically all the destructive aspects of the Thinker combined into one massive ball of conflict generation set to go off at the end of each cycle?

I....can't answer that without spoilers. Sorry Stormbringer! However, speculate away as to her possible origins, nature and motivations.
 
Theological Note V
I, like you, agree that conventionally we can assume that the rest of the Universe exist independently outside of the stuff we can assume to be us- but the separation between Bob and the rest of the universe is an artificial divide. Bob is made of the same material, subject to the same physical laws as the rest of creation.
The divide between Bob and the rest of the universe isn't completely arbitrary. Yes, Bob is part of reality and is affected by all of reality but there is a non-arbitrary limit we can place on Bob. Actually there are a number of rules we can use to define Bob that aren't arbitrary. Cause/effect is one: things that are part of Bob generally have a greater effect on Bob than things that are not. Everything in the universe is not effected evenly by everything else.
If the definition of "me" is very flimsy, then there isn't much of a solid ground for declaring that this arbitrary bundle of aggregates is me and the other bundle of aggregates is not me. I mean, that's true, but also not so simple as that.
The definition of me isn't flimsy, it quite solid. It's fuzzy (slightly ambiguous) because there are edge cases that people can easily argue about. Like amputations or cloning. But as a label it works quite well to describe a particular aggregate. It also doesn't preclude me being part of the universe i.e: [universe [me] ]. I don't see an argument for confusing aggregate A with aggregate B simply because they are made of the same fundamentals. Aggregate A may have memories/imprints of B if they interact, but they can still maintain distinctness.
Of course, there is no right answer, however in the Sutras, it's declared that when the first sentient being of a world is born, that world come into existence. When the last sentient being of that world dies, that world cease to exist.

Isn't that interesting?
If you define existence as the subjective experience of a sentient, then that would make sense. Otherwise, I'd have to treat is the same as Solipsism: interesting thought exercise that's not provably wrong but... not particularly useful or likely given the evidence.

The next bit about senses went over my head, sorry. I'll skip a bit:
There is considerable less control over your mind then you think.
If you define me as only your conscious mind, then yes. If you define me as the entire physical makeup of your body, then you have full control of your mind with the exception of outside influences. Bleh, nevermind this line of argument. The concept of free-will (which 'control' implies) is a recipe for circular reasoning with the arguments getting more complicated and less clear. It's my opinion that this is because free-will requires a contradiction to exist outside of the subjective experience.
In Buddhism, reality is both deterministic and indeterministic.

Our body, our personality, our preferences how we will react to situation, people and events are not ours to control- they depend upon the causal chain you're already in. However once we are in a situation, once we have met people, once certain events have happened to us, WE HAVE THE CHOICE to act in anyway we want.
What can you give me on the metaphysics of that? As in, what's the difference between a deterministic choice and a non-deterministic choice? How can the second exist if there is no cause? If you decide something, then there has to be a reason you did so, no? And that reason has to have been created by other causes, etc.
 
Theological Note VI (responding to V)
What can you give me on the metaphysics of that? As in, what's the difference between a deterministic choice and a non-deterministic choice? How can the second exist if there is no cause? If you decide something, then there has to be a reason you did so, no? And that reason has to have been created by other causes, etc.

The other stuff you said makes alot of sense to me and are logical arguments, so I wouldn't harp about that (also am sleepy).

As for the deterministic vs indeterministic choice, that is harder to say. Karma and Dharma...what's the difference? Cause and Effect is wholly natural. What religion is really concerned about is the conditioning, especially the psychological part of it.

The indeterministic choice is technically still deterministic in that it has causes- but those causes are strictly your choice. They do not arise from some kind of conditioning from a past life. They arise spontaneously rather, as a intrinsic and natural activity of Buddha. You do not need to think about it- you just do it. It just happens.

Of course, the hard part for people is to decide whether what they're feeling is karma or dharma.

In Taoism at least, the way we look at this is that Natural acts arise from our Original Nature (what is in accordance to the Tao). However, to train ourselves to become one with the Tao is to of course, act spontaneously natural. It may take a long time to attain this state of being.

TL;DR [but actually really long to read]: simply put, inside my own head, subconscious impulses compels me to do things (deterministic), but I, in my wisdom, can choose to do something else (indeterministic). Determinism can extend to things like the biological body one was born with (are they healthy or not, are they crippled or not) and environment (nurture, the kind of family, etc). And so.

BUT, here's the crazy thing, since everything was caused by our own past life choices, technically, everything is actually Indeterministic. Free Will is afforded every Being. Fate is just what we choose to become. And then we become. Do you see how that works? Let's say you set yourself up for failure because you didn't pay attention at school. On exam day, you'll struggle alot, but you COULD still pass, it's just really hard because you set in motions the conditions that almost vastly prefers that you fail.

Karmic Conditioning is like that- it's always just a probability, before the Karma has ripened (matured fully), we always still have a chance to take corrective action or failing that, choose how we would react to whatever happens or whatever comes up into our mindstreams.

And the conclusion is that Free Will is awesome, but we keep using it to create conditions. If we act spontaneously however in accordance to Nature, then that is Dharma or Tao. Free Will isn't "I can do whatever I want", Free Will is, "I am free to act according to my true nature."

Addendum: I am reminded of a Christian theologian once arguing that "God acts according to his Nature. He cannot change." Which makes alot of sense to me, and I argue Buddhas and the True Nature of humans are the same, ultimately. Keeping in mind that "Nature" might not manifest the same in different species or levels of reality, but it flows from the same Truth (which is beyond the scope of philosophy to grasp- it just has to be experienced and realized).

Edit: fixed text so it doesn't sound like I was patronizing you, yikes.

Spontaneously natural btw, means "I am thirsty, so I will drink water." Not "I am thirsty , so i am going to take five minutes deciding over beer or soda and picking a fight with my bro over who gets the ginger ale."
 
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Been reading this and I find it interesting. I only have about half of the relevant knowledge about Buddhism to really understand what's going on, but this is overall well-written. I am not surprised at all that here Taylor is basically Mara. Even here, she cannot escape her "totally-a-villain-doing-terrible-things-for-the-right-reasons" dharma.

I honestly have no idea which direction this is going in, though.

Just reding this while on the train, so not able to devote proper attention to it, but I'm getting um... Kill 10,000 Demons (I think it was called) vibes from this, the story is different obviously, but that's what it reminds me of at the moment.
You're thinking of Kill Six Billion Demons, which yes, is inspired (among other things) by Buddhism and such.
 
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1957 Afghanistan

The tanks were arranged in a neat row. T-34s and some of the Middle-East's best. Hundreds of thousands of Soviet Soldiers, Mujahideens, Jihadis and the Arab Liberation Front forces were amassing their forces near the Afghan border.

The Dharmapalas were going to come, they know this.

General Muhammadu Jaladin were examining the map at the makeshift command tend. He turned to an aid, "Are the British committing their forces or not?"

"They're staying out of this one- but we have promises of supplies. Last report was that they're abandoning their African colonies. Each of the former colonies are entering compromises with the Dharmic forces- smart of them, avoiding open war."

Muhammad grunted, "We can't do that unfortunately. We must go to the war because death is better than letting the heathens rule over us."

He gestured to the Russians soldiers hanging around next to their Arab compatriots.

"We are even working with the godless communists on this. That's how desperate we are."

His aide frowned, "Do you think we can win? No one has brought down the Dharmapalas. Stalin still hasn't won."

Stalin was marshalling his forces in Moscow. Hopefully they could repel the invasion there.

There was shouts.

Muhammad left the tent and hollered.

"What in God's name is going on!?"

"Enemy forces spotted!"

Over the desert the strange vehicles of the enemy skimmed over the top of the dunes and down the sands, forward mounted machine guns began to fire.

"I want artillery on those Vahanas!"

One of the Vahanas, a metallic construct spewing fire from behind it rocketed ahead of the others and launched missiles at their ranks.

T-34s explode.

Muhammad roared and clambered up his tank. He roared at the operators.

"Get me closer!
Allahu Akbar!"

The poundings of shells began to echo across the battlefield and soviet and Arab soldiers roared and began to form firing teams.


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2003 Brockton Bay

The teacher continued lecturing.

"One of the prime contributors to the decline of Islam as a major religion was the Middle-East pacification campaign lead by the Dharmic forces. The
Dharma-Yuddha was a global conflict that immediately followed the conclusion of the Second World War. It begun initially as a Sino-Tibetan War, but quickly evolved into a Russo-Tibetan War as well. The USSR was hard pressed to go on the offensive because the Dharmapalas pressed them so hard. India eventually came onboard, many sympathetic to the causes of the gods. Colonial and Western influences were quickly repelled, we had nearly no negotiating power whatsoever, Tibetan diplomats could demand almost whatever they wanted and they would have it."

He paused.

"In truth, the opinion of the Western Countries was to avoid war with Tibet at all costs. Our willingness to negotiate and surrender our colonial holdings or occupied former German territories, was what allowed us to remain free. We were converted, rather than conquered."

A hand went up.

"Yes, Taylor?"

"Was it justified though? So many people died in China and Russia and then later on the Middle-East, and it kept escalating. For that matter, why didn't North America join on it the conflict or Europe?"

"The Dharmapalas did try to limit their attacks to military and government targets. In China and Russia's case, it was a clear case of self-defense. China was invading Tibet and when war broke out, Stalin moved to protect his Chinese allies. The Communist brought this on themselves. They somehow solicited the cooperation of some of the Arab countries for religious reasons- Europe was left out of it mostly because we were still recovering from the war and the USA and Canada have no wish whatsoever to step foot into another major war so soon. That was what saved us."

Another hand went up, "Was normal soldiers ever involved on the Tibetan side?"

"Not at first. But by the time the New Dharmic Authorities, that is to say, the alliance of governments covering Tibet, India, China and the occupied territories was formed, they did draft soldiers from the secular elements of society. Most of these were career soldiers who just wanted to be paid- essentially mercenaries. The more religious members of society were allowed to claim pacifism and were left out. They were mostly used as quick strike regiments to raid enemy outposts across borders and scout. The Dharmapalas moved around rather slowly and were primarily used to lay siege to cities or break up large gathering of soldiers. The regiments then picked off the scattered forces."

He glanced at his watch

"Alright, I think it's almost time to pack up- yes Taylor?"

"What about Japan? What happened to it? Weren't we occupying it?"

"I am glad you asked. It wasn't part of the
Dharma-Yuddha because we just handed it over to Tibet when they came knocking. It lead to a resurgence of Buddhism after decades of suppression by the State. The Japanese Government had supported State Shintoism for a long time and Buddhism was somewhat de-emphasized as a result. It came back, and was changed to match the new Truths being taught by the Bodhisattva Supreme."

The bell.

"Well would you look at that, class is over! Pack up and get lost!"

Students grabbed their bags and high tailed it out of there.

Taylor turned to the teacher, "I still have so many questions."

The teacher laughed and went to one of the books on the shelf. He handed her the book.

"This is a historical book on the Dharma-Yuddha in detail. It's a bit beyond your age group's reading level, but I think you'll do fine."

Taylor thanked her teacher and left.


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1957 Afghanistan

The sands were turned into glass as esoteric energies were unleashed.

A nearby tank careened into a Vahana and the two vehicles exploded in a pyrotechnic display that lit up the night.

Muhammad spat out blood as he struggled to climb out of the wreckage of the tank, pushing aside a dead Mujahideen.

He stumbled a couple feet and ripped a rocket launcher from the hands of a dead Soviet.

He aimed at another Vahana heading right towards him.

"Fuck you and your demon gods!'

He fired and blasted open the left side of the incoming vehicle, forcing it careen to the side and crash next to a Dune.

A figure crawled out of that wreckage. He was a monk dressed in a orange robe. In his hand was a brass staff.

The Monk suddenly leapt into the air, orange fire scattering the air beneath him. He landed in front of Muhammad and knocked the rocket launcher out of his hands.

The General cursed and grabbed a sidearm. He fired and the monk dodged.

The Monk twirled the staff and tried to strike his sternum.

The General ducked underneath the staff thrust and unloaded the rest of his ammunition into the gut of the enemy.

The monk died.

There were screams of terror. A glow lit up the desert.

Muhammad glanced up and witness the cloud covers breaking as Vairocana descended. The four faced deity drew his sword and pointed it at the ground.

Energy began to gather around the tip of the blade into a swirling vortex.

Muhammad prayed.

The world was bathed in fire. The discharge of energy carved the very earth itself creating a massive crater and gouged a channel across the sands, glass and steam was left in it's wake.

A/N: changed date to 1957.
 
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I understand. And that's actually exactly the effect I want. Edge of one's understanding, but not true understanding. If you grasped Buddhism or Hinduism, this fic will actually be extra disturbing because of the clever and ironic ways in which I twist the doctrines around to justify the new cosmology. It's extra horrific, extra eerie.

There are no explanations because I don't like to explain things in fics like this (I mean I do, but I want to maintain an air of mystery and peel back the secrets of the fic piece by piece).

As for portraying oppressive communists and atheism, the Communist Party of Canada is not oppressive, nor atheistic (I actually met one of their representative in high school and he was easily the most interesting of all of the rest of the political representatives). But Andrew Richter is a radical atheist and he's calling the shots. Again, actual Communists and Atheists will be horrified at how things are turning out. Which is exactly what I want to happen.



The funny thing is that all of theological components of this fic is pure nonsense. However anyone in this setting who could argue against the ideology is dead or subverted. Hinduism is very broad and harder to explain, but Buddhism is something I am very well versed in and I could actually expound a great deal of the Dharma, but that's not the point of this fic. This fic is about using familiar names, familiar words, familiar concepts, yet in a totally radical way.

Taylor is Mara actually.
It's funny, I only know Mara from the Shin Megami Tensei and persona series. For its art portrait they used a penis on a gold chariot. Gold representing Greed, the chariot representing Violence/War and the penis for lust.
 
I googled that. And wow. Only in Japan.
Yeah SMT and persona series has alot of raccy content. In fact there was a little altercation because a group of people in the Hindu culture didn't like one of they're deities being in one of their games, Krishna was wearing a fedora and they were In a outrage that Krishna looked liked an gangster.
 
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1991 Hong Kong


Kenta stood in a row next to hundreds of other men. Their heads were shaved and their torso exposed to the elements. He felt somewhat self-conscious about the Yakuza tattoos, but at least they didn't ask questions when he got accepted into the school. He felt the cold breeze blew over the waves chilled him to the bone- but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

He must endure it, because he had nothing to go back to. This was the end of the line. The last chance to turn his life around. To make something of himself.

Master Lee cracked his neck and smirked. The damnably good looking martial artist began to hop on one feet and then the other in excitement.

"Alright you young grasshoppers-"

There was a couple of groans at the stereotypical Kung-fu movie line.

"-catch up if you can!"

The Master of Martial Arts began to jog across the beach like a speeding rabbit and with a mighty roar, his students followed, trying to catch up with their teacher.

The Japanese-Chinese youth took shallow breaths as his foot pounded the wet sand.


I can do this. I can do this.

Kenta's lungs burned as he struggled to keep up with the draconian pace of the training.

Master Lee leapt across the ditch dug into the ground. Students hop after him. Several fell into the ditch and tripped those who were coming in too fast from behind. There was a lot of swearing.

Many try to search for a way around the ditch, but they were wasting their time.

Kenta step onto the naked back of another man and used him to leap across the ditch and landed on the opposite side. Ahead of him were half a hundred other students.


I can do this!

With a mighty roar, the youth charged after Bruce Lee.

I will surpass the legend!

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1971 San Francisco

Bruce Lee did a split between two tree stumps. And flexed his muscles. Sweat dripped down his tanned pecs. He shouted the tagline.

"-With my specialized training program, you too can be as strong as Bruce Lee!"

He gestured to himself with his thumb and flashed the camera a grin.

Watching from the sidelines, a female manager of the advertising firm contracted to run the campaign fanned herself. Her co-worker, Charles gripped her arm and chuckled.

"Snap out of it Katherine, the man's happily married. Besides, he's Asian, that's kind of awkward- except for his wife apparently. But yeah, gutsy of her."

Katherine looked at him incredulously, "Really? Because in case you haven't noticed, our new overlords are apparently all Asian. Hell, I started buying rice exclusively for the past year."

Charles coughed, "I eat out. Dim-sum place I know."

He suddenly smiled, "Hey, I can take you out!"

The woman smirked, "Ah, but you're black. By your logic, isn't this awkward as well?"

"This ain't Virginia. New era you know, the Asians are running everything now and now the Indians are coming in too. Dr. King is getting all kinds of support from the New Dharmic Authorities despite the religious differences. He speaks well of the Buddhists."

"I think he's just thankful the monks foiled the assassination attempt on him. But I still ain't going out with you, nothing wrong with your skin colour, although slightly hard for a Virginian gal like me to stomach- unless you got pecs that good. Then maybe my mom would understand."

She pointed at Bruce Lee for emphasis.

Charles snapped his figures and gestured for the crew to start packing up their equipments. He turned to Katherine.

"Damn. Was worth a try. Hell, I'll take them kung-fu lessons and get me some pecs then."

"You do that Charles. I am going to go talk to the client."

Charles raised an eyebrow.

Katherine scowled, "
Professionally talk to the client."

The white woman turned around and marched towards Bruce Lee.


Never been this close to a major movie-star before.

"Mr. Lee, I think we're done with all the shooting for today."

He stretched and flip into the air before landing with both feet on the ground.

"Yes, yes."

She frowned, "Remind me again, why is a famous man like you filming commercials for your kung fu school?"

Bruce grabbed a bottle of water offered by a nearby film crewmember and chugged it down.

"Well you see... Jameson was it?"

"Yes, Katherine Jameson."

"Well, Katherine, ever since
Asia decided to move everything to my turf, business has been slow. All those temples teaching Buddhist philosophy and special powers are attracting record number of students- which is great, make no mistake, but it makes it a bit tougher to compete with."

He sat down on a nearby chair and sighed sadly.

"Truth is, I don't want my legacy to be forgotten. I developed Jeet Kune Do as the essence of my philosophy and martial arts expertise. Now it's been overshadowed by...all of this."

He gestured to the Temple looming across the San Francisco skyline.

"I am not complaining. It's good to see the racism go down and Asian culture being more accepted. But I fought for it to be accepted. I pioneered the acceptance of Chinese culture in America. My achievements...I am afraid people might forget. I sacrificed a lot to get to where I am."

Katherine nodded. She kind of understood that. She pushed her glasses up.

"Well Mr. Lee, you don't have to worry about that. Our Agency will make sure this commercial attracts customers from all over the world. We're worth every penny."

He chuckled.


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1972 San Francisco

The female martial arts master kicked Bruce's leg from out underneath him with a devastating swipe. Bruce grunted in pain.

She was also known in some circles as Crane the Harmonious and regarded as the most skilled Martial Artist in the world. Today she is demonstrating why.

"Pathetic. Your Jeet-Kune-Do is pathetic. How do you even keep this school open?"

Bruce grunted and climbed back up to his feet, while spitting out blood.

A knee was driven up into his throat and the Chinese man was tossed several feet away hitting the concrete of the warehouse with a thud.

Linda screamed, "Bruce!"

Bruce Lee glanced at the face of his worried wife who was standing next to a group of his students and friends.

Even Chuck Norris was there. He gave Bruce a thumbs up and shouted, "You can do it Bruce!"

Bruce tried.

He really did.

His arms snapped and he was flipped onto his back, blood gushing out of his mouth.

Through his hazy hearing and severe migraine, he could hear that Linda was begging him to stop fighting.


Linda. That's right, I have kids. Can't die here.

He climbed back up onto his feet. He went through the fight in his head, every jab, every kick, every feint- she was so goddamned fast, predicting his every move, punishing every opening….waita the minute. Suddenly Bruce Lee saw it. The key moment when everything clicked together. He grasped the motions, the movements. He understood what Crane was trying to teach him.

He
remembered.

He looked down at his palms as if seeing them for the first time. Alien martial arts filtered through his mind. He saw kung fu that involved tentacles and tails, claws and additional limbs. He grasped the theories and equations.

He saw all of his flaws perfectly. He looked up and she stood there, smiling at him.

"Now, you have learned."

She turned to address Bruce's students, who had horrified looks on their face as they watched their teacher and idol get pummeled black and blue for the past ten minutes.

"Your teacher is now
worthy to teach you."

She glanced at Bruce.

"I trust Mr. Lee, that you will immediately correct all shortcomings with Jeet-Kune-Do. Don't let me down."

Bruce bowed, "Yes Master Crane."

She walked away, her robes as immaculate as when she first started the fight, leaving behind a stunned audience and one enlightened student.

Linda walked over and looked at her husband, "What the fuck was that?"

His swelling eyes searched her blue one and smiled.

"Enlightenment Linda. I finally found it."

Chuck Norris wandered over and laughed.

"Enlightenment or no, you look like hell, Bruce. Let's get you to the hospital."


+++
1991 Hong Kong

Kenta roared and blocked Master Lee's lightning fast jabs, he felt the ground slide away from him as he was flipped around and slammed down onto the ground.

"Faster!"

Kenta snarled and tried to punch his teacher, but the man slapped it away.

"Again! Come on Kenta, too slow!"

Another punch.

Another parry.

Bruce Lee stood back suddenly and shook his head.

"You're not cut out for this Kenta. You're too full of rage, full of pride and expectations. You can't learn if you don't want to live. You can't awaken if you don't want to analyze the motions and intentions, if you don't know
why you're doing something. "

"But-"

"Leave Kenta. It's been six months. You don't have what it takes."

The young man snarled at Bruce, turned and ran away.

Bruce turned back to the other students who were watching the drama unfold.

"What you're all waiting for? Get back to work!"

Roars of "hiyaaa!" once more fill the sky.
 
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So basically Tibet takes over the world? Because at first it looked like an AU where Tibet is a major world superpower, an is starting to look like it's just using superpowers to force its culture on the world.

Also even if Bruce Lee attained enlightenment, it doesn't change the fact that Crane was nothing but a insulting cunt. Nothing Harmonious about kicking someone's pride because you can.
 
2.3
2.3

1998 Brockton Bay

Five year old Taylor Hebert opened the door to her mother's study. It was dark and quiet, her dad was doubtlessly asleep already. The woman was gazing intently at the book in her hands and taking notes underneath the glow of her reading light.

"Mom?"

Annette looked up owlishly and blinked, "Tay-tay? What's the matter? Why aren't you asleep?"

Taylor walked over and hugged her mom, a gesture that was immediately reciprocated.

"Mom, I can't sleep."

Her mother picked her up and sat her on her lap.

"Well you can stay here with me for awhile longer. You're lucky that tomorrow is the weekend, otherwise you'd be in big trouble."

Taylor pointed at the barely decipherable scribbles that her mother was reading.

"What's that?"

"It's Sanskrit. You'll learn it and Pali soon in grade school. New curriculums and all that, they want all of the boys and girls to grow up speaking the most important international languages."

"Is it like Spanish?"

"Well...more or less. I think they took Spanish off the curriculum though."

"Can you teach me?"

Annette pointed at one of the characters.

"That's
Maha. It means 'great' or 'big'. It's often a prefix to words. For example, yuga means cycle, so a Maha-Yuga means 'great cycle'."

Taylor nodded, "I get it."

Annette had no doubt at all that her baby girl understood. She was incredibly gifted.

Something caught her Little-Owl's eyes and Taylor pointed at another book lying on her desk. It was opened to a page with a beautiful looking illustration of a deity.

"What's that? He looks so pretty. Is he a princess?"

Annette laughed and grabbed the book, showing Taylor the elvish being, sitting atop an elephant, crowned in royal regalia.

"That's King Mara."

"Who's that?"

"Our warden. The prison of the six senses is his domain. Let me explain, the world as we know is made up of sight, touch, smell, taste…"

She talked and talked until Taylor fell asleep in her laps. Annette didn't carry her to her room. She rather liked this, so she continued to read, translating the ancient sanskrit into her own words.

A shadow stepped out of the corner of the room.

"Annette."

"Mara."

A pause.

"It's time."

She nodded and carried Taylor to her room.

She walked back to her study and locked the door.

"Who am I killing this time?"

"Not killing. We're raiding a Divine Treasure Vault and liberating a dangerous demon."

Annette could feel her nerves on fire as Mara's spirit possessed her, entering her third chakra and spreading out throughout her body.

In her own mind, Mara whispered the name of the demon.

"The Dragon King of the North Sea."

Annette raised two hands and tore open a tear in space and time and with a mighty yell leapt through.

She appeared in a world of ice and crystals.

Around her a sleeping god lied, mountains of crystalline flesh glowing under the red sun.

She looked around in wonder and pondered why such a prison was built.

"When the Bodhisattva Supreme arrived, she locked unnecessary spirits away- the ones that were not needed for the cycle. Where this thing awake, it would be what the Dharmic Authorities refer to as a
Dharma Body- that is to say, the true form of the Bodhisattvas and Tulkus."

Mara's apparition appeared out of the corner of her eye.

"We must hurry, before we are noticed."

Annette nodded and began to trek through the living continent she was stepping over. She instinctively recognized tell-tale signs of divine architecture and successfully began to walk towards the core.

She pointed at a pillar of crystals.

"That's the auxiliary possession array. Which means the Origin Energy spring should be nearby."

Being the avatar of Mara was useful, there was a lot she didn't understand, but she always knew just enough to get the job done.

The core was the size of Mount Everest, it pierced the heavens and shone with a golden brilliance lit from within.

Annette reached out and began to penetrate the sleeping god's mind.

"I am in."

Mara nodded and then formed a mudra with his hands.

"I will now link this spirit to the host we've previously picked out."

"Andrew Richter right? Why him?"

"I have plans."

"Wouldn't the Bodhisattva Supreme notice though? Killing potential hosts is one thing. Awakening someone outside her control is going to immediately bring us to her attention."

"I affirm very strongly right now that one of the first things we will do when The Dragon King is manifested and under our control is to blanket the timestream with tachyon particles to blind any precogs that could look this far ahead. Do you agree? "

Annette nodded her head.

"I agree."

Mara smiled, "Great, now that we both avow to do so, that should establish a stable time loop."

"But how…you know what, never mind."

"We won't be able to stop her from trying to simulate the future, but fortunately, I am quite unpredictable to simulations."

She had her doubts that anything could outmaneuver the most powerful being on the planet, but she didn't really have a choice. She alone knew the truth and she must see this through.

The Devil lowered his arms and sighed.

"It is done. Andrew Richter is
awakened now. Furthermore, I have blocked any of the imprints from his previous lives. With the right push, he'll quickly conform to the psychometry desired for our plan."

"Great. I don't want to get caught by Yama, let's get out of here!"

Mara agreed.

"Yes, getting caught by the Lord of the Underworld would be bad. His time loops are far from pleasant."


+++

2008 Brockton Bay

Annette accelerated her single-person Vahana up the highway. Police sirens high behind her.

In her skintight bodysuit and her dark helmet, few would have believed she was woman nearing her middle-years.

She slowed as she came behind a traffic jam. She zigged and zagged through the swarm of vehicles as the police vehicles behind her slowed, unable to get pass.

However, she noticed orange flashes in her peripheral vision.

Mara floated next to her, frowning at them.

"Monks. Some kind of super mobility power."

She tilted her head and saw the monks leaping from car to car, a few carried staffs and vajras. She flinched when a bolt of bright lightning streamed past her, inches from her face.

She popped off a few shots with her Uzi and struck down a monk as he was in midair. He collapsed beneath the moving traffic and was probably crushed.

Suddenly everything greyed out. And every vehicle and sound came to a total silence.

Mara swore.

"Shit! Dimensional fold."

A Dharmapala was suddenly above them, his fierce visage locked in a grim scream of vengeance.

"Yama."


Thanks Mara. That wasn't helpful.

"I can hear your thoughts you know."

Annette rode her Vahana up the rails and off the highway and onto the street below. In her head, she calculated the equations perfectly to make a safe landing.

It still hurt her bum like a bitch though.

"How the hell did he find me?"

"He must have locked onto your temporal-spatial signature."

The Devil sighed, "Dammit, he's starting to separate the timelines. Annette, you're going to be existing in multiple timelines at once, this is because of the unique nature of your powers interacting with Yama. Do try and survive."

"Fuck you Mara, you got me into this mess, get me out of it!"

"I will. I am going to have to jump to a secondary host and effect a rescue from real space. It might take a few years, but for you it won't be quite so long."

"Can't you emanate and stick with me?"

"I can't emanate. I am fundamentally different from the other Shards."

"Oh right. That."

Mara looked apologetic, seemed to hesitate with something, but then decided to tell his host anyway.

"This secondary host will most likely be your daughter due to the genetic and psychological similarities-"

"No! Leave Taylor out of this!"

"I am just stating the most likely possibility. And as she is not the prime host, I am afraid I won't be able to keep back the memories of the past Maras- you know, the really crazy ones that are screaming for blood? Yeah. I am sorry."

And then Mara was gone. The fucking bastard just up and left.

And it was just Annette on a speeding Vahana with a Dharmapala out to kill her.


Fuck.

Her awareness began to splinter as she simultaneously existed in six thousand separate timelines.

Six thousand Vahanas careened off in many directions in each timeline. Several exploded due to crashing into an obstacle or a car.

Somehow her ability to multi-task was not interrupted, retaining maximum mental cognitive ability in each timeline. However, in several of the timelines, she was immediately killed.


Quantum superposition?

Another instance of Annette agreed with that assessment.

Even if she survived, she'll still die. And she experience all the ways she could die, would die, should've died.

She thundered across the Boardwalk as frozen civilians stood like idiots, unchanging. In real space they would've continued their lives- but who know when that was?

Yama's voice rolled across the grey multiverse pocket like thunder.


"Welcome to Hell."

That was when the Pretas began to crawl out of the back of several of the frozen people and skittered after her.

"Fucking hell! So that's where they sent the buggers to after Ellisburg."

There was several dozen at first, but as Annette swerved the corner and over a car, a couple thousand of the goblin looking monsters screeched at her.

Her Vahana squished several as she sped past, leaving behind a trail of blood and splattered organs. She held up her gun and pointed it at Yama.

"I am not stuck in here with you. You're stuck in here with me."

She fired her Uzi. Each bullet took a Preta in the eye.

And then she was killed when several Preta mobbed her. That Annette screamed and was eaten alive in minutes.

But thousands of other Annettes continued.

Yama frowned and spoke,
"Why are you not suffering?"

Gods, he sound so simple-minded. Like a spoilt child.

Annette didn't care to answer as she used the other Annettes' misfires to help calibrate her shot in this timeline. The Preta she was aiming for exploded.

Will I have enough bullets?

She glanced at the duffle bag tucked into the compartment behind her Vahana.

They'll have to do.

Remembering where an old gun store used to be out in Boston, she turned in that direction.

She flick a switch on her vehicle and with a pulse of power, the built-in alcubierre drive came online and accelerated to several times the speed of light.

The army of monsters behind her was annihilated as space and time warped and nuclear fire left a good chunk of the city destroyed.

Fortunately real space was unaffected, except for a minor crack in the pavement.


Annette Rose Hebert VS Hell! Fuck yeah, I am hardcore.

The adrenaline was really getting to her.

She glared at the ever-present Yama and gave him the bird.


"HOW!?"

Because I can coordinate with all of my alternate selves. Something your normal victims can't do and so they just die a million different ways in an endless time loop.

Outloud she said, "I am an English Professor."
+++

Real Space

A woman humming along to her radio suddenly screamed as her features began to bubble. Her skin warped and she grew several inches taller. And then she resembled Annette.

She looked at her own hand.

"Well, that's close enough. DNA is a perfect match as well."

Temporarily jacking into the Lifeshaper's powers was useful.

She disconnected the power and parked the car in an inconspicuous place. Getting out, she hurriedly walked two blocks over and entered Annette's parked car, disabling the lock with a push of another stolen power.

She drove her vehicle all the way to downtown and grabbed her mobile phone from a nearby compartment.

First, she texted Danny to let him know she was coming home soon, with hints that she was looking forward to an amorous evening. Then she texted Taylor, telling her that she loves her and that the Bodhisattva Supreme will protect everyone she loves.

Annette smirked. Yes, that'll certainly make her more susceptible. Tell her that the imaginary gods will protect them, then kill her mother. Make her doubt. Make her question everything.

Give it a few years to warp her perceptions as she feels betrayed by everything and she'd be the perfect host.

And then they would rescue Annette and bring ruin to this entire house of cards.

So Mara might have done something a bit underhanded, but it was for Annette's own good. Mara in the body that was altered to look like Annette's allowed her vehicle to roll into the intersection on a red light.

She died immediately as the oncoming Truck rammed into the smaller vehicle and crushed the driver's seat.

Several miles away, a red-haired girl woke up with red eyes and a manic grin.
 
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Wow. Mara is a bastard. The magnificence is present, but I refuse to emphasize it because the bastard part is more important.

- Yama is Grey Boy's shard
- Annette is QA-Thinker Professor Haywire without the tinker aspect
- Mara is a bastard. Worth repeating.
 
Wow. Mara is a bastard. The magnificence is present, but I refuse to emphasize it because the bastard part is more important.

- Yama is Grey Boy's shard
- Annette is QA-Thinker Professor Haywire without the tinker aspect
- Mara is a bastard. Worth repeating.

Mara is a simulation. In truth, he's only ever as much of a bastard as Taylor and Annette are capable of being. That's how all of the Shards work afterall, let the host be the creative one, let the host's potential truly shine. Aside from the past life imprints, Taylor Mara is more crazy than Annette Mara because Taylor Mara is more psychologically unwell and paranoid. Annette is relatively disciplined and cool. Taylor is not. Ergo, the Mara that each manifest is different. This instability also makes the imprints more vocal.

As for the powers, both Taylor and Annette have their own powers- Mara is just hitching along for the ride. This is because Mara is
fundamentally different from the other Shards.
 
2.4
2.4

1981

"The story goes of course, that two travelers were wandering in the desert, a Man and a Woman. They were spiritual cultivators seeking Enlightenment. They have not eaten for many years and were starving, only remaining alive by sacrificing their vault of origin energy."

Pathfinder nodded her head. She wrapped her kasaya around herself at the biting cold and followed demurely behind the Bodhisattva Supreme as they walked across the bridge towards the temple adjacent the sanctum.

"One day, on the brink of collapse, a Traveler came upon them. The Traveler greeted them happily and offered to share what little food they have in exchange for spiritual knowledge, for this traveler too was a seeker of the path- a superior one. This Traveler was beautiful and young, her spiritual purity granting her longevity and youth, her wisdom unsurpassed, her eyes bright with purpose."

Dhyana paused and leaned over the ropes serving as the railings of the bridge. She gazed out at the snowstorm brewing in the valleys below.

"The Man and the Woman were greedy however. They attacked the traveler. The Man raped her and stole her
yuanqi, her pure prenatal Prana brimming with energy- then they murdered her and ate her flesh. The Traveler died cursing them."

Dhyana smiled.

"The Man then slept with the Woman and shared with her that same stolen Prana. But karma cannot be escaped and too late did they realize that the Traveler carried within her a deadly disease. The man woke up in the night, sick and screaming as the ghost of the Traveler tore him apart from within his belly where her rotten flesh refused to be digested. He died painfully. Only the woman was left and she ran and ran, across the trichiliocosm. She has been running, escaping from the Traveler's shade ever since."

Pathfinder was silent, enraptured by the story that was at once both familiar and foreign.

"The Woman has ever been fleeing this terror. Even after she gained enlightenment, this disease of the mind followed her, it is in her very own energy, as close to her as her shadow. She was this close-"

Dhyana held up her index finger and her thumb, only an inch apart.

"-she was this close to attaining the Grand Solution. She could have saved the multiverse. And yet she had to destroy all of her research. She had to regularly excise parts of her own mind. She had to decentralize her power and her memories to stall the spread of the disease that attacked mercilessly any part of her."

Pathfinder dared ask, "What was this disease?"

"Hate."

The Bodhisattva Supreme gestured at the chamber they were in.

"Hate is relentless. It has no purpose but to destroy, to break down, to pull back freedom and sink it into a deep dark pit."

She held two hands and looked at them.

"Everything we built, Hate destroys. It is the cousin to Death."

"The Dark of night," Pathfinder muttered, the ancient words coming to her, "The silence of nothing."

Dhyana nodded.

"
Avici Hell, from whence there is no escape except the liberation of total annihilation."

Pathfinder frowned at her Master.

"Will you go to that Hell?"

It wasn't a question.

"I am living it."

"I don't understand."

Dhyana patted Pathfinder on the cheeks and gave her a sad smile.

"You only need to play your part Pathfinder. Soon, all debts will be paid and I will be free."

She pointed at murals painted and engraved on the wall. It showed numerous sentient beings suffering in burning cauldrons and several being eviscerated by blades the size of mountains.

"The Hells that Yama devised are only imitations of my suffering. They impart a fraction of the pain I feel every moment to the masses."

"Why?"

"The Right Path demands it."

Pathfinder understood the Path. The Path was all that Pathfinder had ever understood. But she in all of the millions of kalpas never really grasped the why.

"You've betrayed me you know."

Pathfinder blinked, her mind uncomprehending what the Bodhisattva Supreme was implying.

"You don't remember because I had to terminate those memories to prevent your permanent destruction. But you have. Everyone has. Every single Bodhisattva is secretly my enemy at any given moment. You are all corrupt. You are all damned. I work so hard to save you, to save all of us, but it's never enough."

Dhyana grabbed Pathfinder by the shoulders, her eyes hard and filled with grief.

"Kalpa after kalpa, trying to attain the Grand Solution yet failing. Every three steps forward is one steps back. My very own flesh and blood trying to act against me at any time. I am
sick of it all."

She turned her head and Pathfinder raised her Yantric blade, ready to plunge it into Dhayana's core.


I am betraying her. Why am I betraying her.

Pathfinder did not understand why. She only knew what happened next as Dhyana turned intangible to avoid her stab then returned to reality.

Pathfinder was disarmed and her shoulders dislocated immediately.

"Ah, see what I mean?"

The Bodhisattva grabbed her by the head and stabbed her fingertips into her flesh. Pathfinder whimpered in pain.

"I am truly sick of this. Every couple of years, you try to kill me. How corrupt is your soul I wonder?"

Pathfinder felt her memories being torn out of her, she gasped in pain and then she died.


+++
She opened her eyes and saw the world as a tinge of orange. She was in some kind of a gelatinous sac.

Who am I?

The flesh like sac she was in burst open and she was thrown onto the cold steel floor alongside the blood like liquid that washed everywhere. Coughing and gasping, she looked up and saw rows upon rows of sacs, attached to strange cables.

Other people were being released from their prison.

All of them were naked and had strange black lines crisscrossing every part of their body. She glanced down at her naked form and saw the same tattoos covering her frame.


Why am I here?

A machine turned towards her, its mechanical frame in the shape of some horned beast.

"Clone#0386CV. Prepare for purification."

She was grabbed and carried away by the demon.

She was strapped down onto a table.

The demon held up a saw coated in fire and began to speak, reciting scripture.

"
Kālasūtra, also known as the Black Threads Hell is a realm where the beings are born with crisscrossing black lines drawn on their bodies. These act as guides where the fiery blades of hell-guardians cut alongside of, reducing the being into little more than a pile of goo. In addition, death is not permanent and the being is revived only to be tortured again. Thanks to the power of Yama, time is eternal here. Please ruminate upon your sins."

It stabbed her and she screamed in pain and horror.

And in that moment, she remembered who she was.

My name is May and I was Pathfinder.

"Please stop! Aaaaagh!"

The demon ignored her, machine that it was, incapable of feelings and emotions. It began to sing a religious song.

"No suffering, no pain. No right and no wrong. Just freedom…"


+++

Fortuna the newly minted Pathfinder and Dhyana entered another chamber. Rows of monks bowed.

One of them presented the girl to her, she was dressed in a uniform that was typical for British school girls.

The waif of a girl trembled. Pathfinder noted that she couldn't be older than nineteen, maybe twenty.

Dhyana smiled at the girl.

"What is your name?"

"C-Ciara."

"Well then Ciara. How would you like to rule the world?"
 
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This is fascinating and ... well, I have overused the word 'brilliant' over the years (thanks largely to the Ninth Doctor being my favourite) but yeah.

Religion is an excellent vector for a less conflict-blinded Thinker Entity (i.e. Eden) to manipulate the world into helping solve the Big Problem. I don't understand all the Buddhist-Dharmic terminology but that's fine, the stuff I do get provides context and for the rest, Google is a thing.

I find it even more interesting that AU!Scion has (a) chosen to play the devil figure (b) is capable of such complex motivations/thought processes OR (b) capable of using his own Thinker shards to usefully p-zombie-approximate such complex motivations/thought processes.

That said, isn't Taylor a tad too powerful consequently?
There is no such thing as power in this world. Not truly.

"The Man then slept with the Woman and shared with her that same stolen Prana. But karma cannot be escaped and too late did they realize that the Traveler carried within her a deadly disease. The man woke up in the night, sick and screaming as the ghost of the Traveler tore him apart from within his belly where her rotten flesh refused to be digested. He died painfully. Only the woman was left and she ran and ran, across the trichiliocosm. She has been running, escaping from the Traveler's shade ever since."
Worm's general reason for powers makes for a good mythological story - you have these two titans that just live off of suffering and just causing the conflict of a whole world of mortals. It's the sort of thing you could easily make a fantasy epic, but Wildbow decided to set the story through a world of capes and cynicism.

"-she was this close to attaining the Grand Solution. She could have saved the multiverse. And yet she had to destroy all of her research. She had to regularly excise parts of her own mind. She had to decentralize her power and her memories to stall the spread of the disease that attacked mercilessly any part of her."
A short story comes to mind:
The bodhisattva carved a bow from the Rose Apple tree, and said, "This weapon shall end suffering."
"Then it shall end all life," Maya told him. The bodhisattva thought a moment. "So it shall," he admitted, and carved "Life's Ending" on its stave.

Pathfinder dared ask, "What was this disease?"

"Hate."

The Bodhisattva Supreme gestured at the chamber they were in.

"Hate is relentless. It has no purpose but to destroy, to break down, to pull back freedom and sink it into a deep dark pit."
Sounds like someone is too obsessed with hate. All things in this world have its use and meaning, taken in moderation.

"Avici Hell, from whence there is no escape except the liberation of total annihilation."

Pathfinder frowned at her Master.

"Will you go to that Hell?"

It wasn't a question.

"I am living it."

"I don't understand."
Hell is something you carry with you.
 
Woo, update. Interesting reversal of the canon meeting between Zion, Eden and Abbadon.

Seems to me like the Hell of Black Threads proves Eden/Dhyana is just as infected as her people are, self-mutilation aside. Which I suppose is the point. Or part of it.

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There is no such thing as power in this world. Not truly.

Isn't there though? Isn't there? What then would qualify? Omnipotence or bust?


Worm's general reason for powers makes for a good mythological story - you have these two titans that just live off of suffering and just causing the conflict of a whole world of mortals. It's the sort of thing you could easily make a fantasy epic, but Wildbow decided to set the story through a world of capes and cynicism.

True. There are many lenses through which one could view the Worm Cycle.

Sounds like someone is too obsessed with hate. All things in this world have its use and meaning, taken in moderation.

Yeah? Even hate?
 
Oh. I initially thought Mara was an iteration of the Warrior, but no, he's Abaddon and the 'disease'. Interesting! I'm always a fan of what Abaddon can do to a story.
 
Seems to me like the Hell of Black Threads proves Eden/Dhyana is just as infected as her people are, self-mutilation aside. Which I suppose is the point. Or part of it.

Nah. Dhyana's core is safe. Although her paranoia and continous self mutilation to isolate the disease has really fucked up her sanity.

Oh. I initially thought Mara was an iteration of the Warrior, but no, he's Abaddon and the 'disease'. Interesting! I'm always a fan of what Abaddon can do to a story.

Not necessarily Abbadon. In canon they encountered Abbadon near Earth (relatively near), in this fic, The Traveler was encountered millions/billions of years ago and far far away.
 
Isn't there though? Isn't there? What then would qualify? Omnipotence or bust?
First we'd need to agree on what 'power' is in the first place, and that can take many shapes. If you ask me, you don't need to be supernatural to do the seemingly impossible. And conversely, if one were supernatural, that doesn't necessarily mean you can do what you consider to be impossible. It's all a matter of perspective, although I suppose I'm being a bit obtuse.

Look at it this way: even with all her terrifying might, Khepri in Worm canon wasn't the thing that directly led to Scion being defeated. Even with everyone's power he was too strong. Ultimately, he is defeated to a psychological ploy, or if you want to be uncharitable, bullying. Making the copies of Eden to remind Scion that he's all alone, and making the super-weapon that ends up killing him for good with Foil's power - those things didn't need Khepri. Like Taylor ends up saying to Contessa, if everyone had just put aside their differences and worked from the start they would have still won. All it would have taken is good communication - something that no Entity or shard seemed to have ever understood.

In the end, Taylor did the wrong things for the right reasons.

Hate, much like revenge, can give you purpose and drive, to live and move on to other things. Hate can drive away the fear of death and the stagnation of despair, it can be an amazing motivator. It's definitely true that it causes a lot of pain and that it destroys things, but it has its use. It's a natural part of being human to hate, and it can serve as a good outlet for emotions, a release valve for your frustrations.

And if let it consume you, and you end up destroying the target of your hate, you end up empty, with nothing else to do. That's basically what I mean. Like all things, it is best taken in moderation.
 
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