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Path of Mortalis: God's Birth
A prison of the mind. A eternal sameness. There is only so much one can do with 'willpower'. If you were locked up in solitary confinement.
While you couldn't break out through sheer thinking power.
You could still count, right? Let's work from there.
First. Understand what you can't do. Supernatural power is out of reach you will often find. You can't move objects with your mind. But there is a 'boundary' where your brain has control over reality.
That is your vessel.
Your body.
Where does your body end and the world begin? Here's a tip.
Nothing in this world can trap you! Let me tell you the story of a man named [redacted].
[redacted] was his real name. In his early twenties he was diagnosed with a mental illness. To be specific, it was schizophrenia. The doctors were baffled by his internal consistency. During his stay at the ward and while he was being observed. They recorded all sorts of data.
What they found was something akin to multiple personalities. [redacted] had lived a rather normal life. But unfortunately they were put in multiple stressful situations. This served as a 'trigger' to a psychotic break. A complete disconnect from reality. Their mind was seemingly broken.
But this wasn't without a 'defense mechanism'.
What was this mechanism?
He called it "Path of Mortalis". They believed that they were not [redacted]. They thought that their entire life they lived as a normal human was nothing but preparation. Preparation for what? It was just the motions they ALWAYS went through to become a 'hidden existence'.
Doctors asked what a 'hidden existence' was. But [redacted] would just go silent and be unable to articulate their reasoning clearly. But the doctors noticed a pattern.
The behavior and manners of this patient were like that of someone practicing the 'occult'. They would draw magic circles, pentagrams and perform rituals. They did all this while in a state of psychosis. The doctors tried talking with [redacted]. But he said that wasn't his name.
"Who are you?"
[redacted] laughed madly and said his own core truth.
"I am Mortalis!"
He was no longer [redacted]! He had become something more... He was transforming himself into an idea. He realized that there was so much more to the universe then physical reality. This world lacked a God.
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"God's Birth"
That is what he named his technique. Mortalis thought himself to be 'immortal'. He believed that he wasn't 'god'. But would one day develop the technique to give birth to such an entity.
He believed this was his destiny.
He tried to prove himself to others through feats and test.. He tried to convince others of his 'destiny'. But this only got him marked as mentally ill.
He was medicated and his delusions started to go away. His hallucinations became weaker. The voice in his head. The thing that guided his actions became quiet. So quiet...
But this wasn't the end of his story. This was simply the beginning! He noticed something about himself that was amazing. Spectacular! Extraordinary!
Thanks to his medication. He was able to stay connected to reality. He was no longer in a constant state of psychosis! He could never explain the mechanics behind his technique, much less record them.
He had tried typing or writing them out. But it was all just nonsense. But after going through treatment, he was able to clearly explain what he had 'seen'. His thoughts that were always twisted... he got a bit of brain fog that led to understanding.
This 'fog' slowed down his thought process. It made him finally able to communicate with others.
He wrote a book:
"Path of Mortalis: God's Birth"
This was a visualization technique he constructed by experiencing much madness. The way he wrote this book was in chunks. The more he wrote, the less 'brain fog' there was.
He spent years working on this book.
One day...
He felt a massive headache. He lost his vision. His hearing. His sense of touch. He couldn't breath! A pain in his chest. A weird pulsing at the core of his being.
He was so close! He had finally reached the end of his book. The final etchings of the technique! But he was a step too late.
"I can't die!"
"I am... Mortalis!"
He then saw something that shocked him deeply.
Path of Somnus: God's Death
"I'm... not alone?"
"How...wonderful!"
He died.
When he opened his eyes. He found himself at the hospital. But it wasn't himself. To be more specific... it was his 'past' self. He had returned to when he first had his psychotic break.
But things were different this time.
"Who are you?"
Mortalis wasn't disconnected from reality at this moment. He had never felt more 'sane'. But [redacted] was dead! There was only Mortalis!
"I am Mortalis!"
'Mortalis' was once again said to be mentally ill. He was heavily medicated. But as he left the building. He felt as if everything was so perfect.
The medication was like a lobotomy to a part of his brain long dead.
He realized that he had done something quite amazing. In his final moments of life. He had performed 'life flashing before the eyes'. He had used his technique as a life saving straw.
It was at that moment. The moment of his death.
That he had done it. He had 'returned'.
He called that moment "God's Birth".
He was God!
"No... I'm not God."
Mortalis remembered he had seen something weird in his last moment. Another technique...
"Path of Somnus: God's Death"
"Who is Somnus? What is God's Death?"
For the first time in his life. He felt the weirdness he had subjected others to himself.
He searched everywhere for this technique. But it was as if it was just a hallucination. It didn't exist! He then realized something terrifying.
"I'm not alone..."
"There are others like me..."
"Hidden existences..."
Mortalis spent the rest of his life studying his consciousness. He realized that the enlightenment he had upon death was something he called a 'eternal thread'.
This was like another thread of consciousness.
He eventually died again.
When he opened his eyes.
He was at the hospital.
"Who are you?"
"I am Mortalis!"
Mortalis never felt that he was insane. The doctors told him that the 'other life' he had experienced was just a delusion. He was not a time traveler. He was not a 'hidden existence'. He was not 'Mortalis'. He was [redacted]. A normal person.
But Mortalis laughed at the doctors. He knew that no matter what they thought. They would medicate and release him. He had already been through all this before.
What did it matter what others thought?
The only thing that mattered was that what he experienced was real to HIM.
He often talked of his technique. He spent his life refining it. The legendary etching. He began to wonder... what was his limit? How far exactly could he go?
He died.
Iteration after iteration.
He had planted a seed in his subconscious. This seed grew throughout his life. Eventually, he grew bored with the loops. He had lived for thousands of years at this point.
He had lived many lifetimes.
Mortalis ironically considered himself 'immortal'. He had experimented with his eternal thread countless times. He ALWAYS came back. Again, and again and again!
But he was tired of the limitations of his body.
It simply couldn't keep up with his mind anymore.
Mortalis refused to be trapped in time.
For thousands of years he worked on creating another 'thread'. He then realized that each choice. Each action. Each slight difference was a completely different timeline.
He wondered how he could identify and record what reality he was in.
He then wrote a book!
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