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It is a world, no, a realm, no, a place—a concept defying any word we could use to name it. A place where everything we see as real becomes more unreal than the fleeting fragments of a dream. A world above worlds, above the Seven Temporary Worlds and the Seven Eternal Heavens, beyond even the Throne of Creation itself. It is a place more than "more," a state beyond "beyond."
Here resides the Infinite Light (Ein Sof), a boundless radiance stretching into the impossible infinitum of existence. Yet even this Ein, this measureless light, is but a mere shadow of its true infinite essence—a fragment of its incomprehensible totality. It exists beyond the Pillar of Consciousness, transcending awareness itself. Above self-awareness, above duality, in this place, the self and all things dissolve into unity. Here, self and everything are not separate—they are the same.
Imagine we are dreaming. In the dream, we believe it’s not real, thinking we are more real than the dream itself. But what we fail to see is this: we are nothing more than a dream within another dreamer’s mind. Even if we acknowledge that we are just a dream, it changes nothing.
For That which exists beyond all comprehension, whose very nature is more unreal than what we call the "original light" (Ein), even the things we see as false are more genuine, more real, than we could ever be. We are shadows of shadows, dreaming we are solid, while the true reality remains infinitely beyond our grasp.
Now, do you understand? For you, everything you see, touch, and feel seems like reality. It feels solid, undeniable, and true. But for That—beyond comprehension—what you call reality is nothing more than a story, a fleeting memory, something so insignificant it has already been forgotten. It is, as I said, nothing more than a dream—a dream within a dreamer’s infinite dream, layered endlessly, where even your deepest truths dissolve into the unreal.
The more you cling to what is real, the further you drift from understanding. For in That place, what you hold as truth is but a shadow, and what you dismiss as false is closer to the essence than you’ll ever know.
Also is it Omnipresent?
Here resides the Infinite Light (Ein Sof), a boundless radiance stretching into the impossible infinitum of existence. Yet even this Ein, this measureless light, is but a mere shadow of its true infinite essence—a fragment of its incomprehensible totality. It exists beyond the Pillar of Consciousness, transcending awareness itself. Above self-awareness, above duality, in this place, the self and all things dissolve into unity. Here, self and everything are not separate—they are the same.
Imagine we are dreaming. In the dream, we believe it’s not real, thinking we are more real than the dream itself. But what we fail to see is this: we are nothing more than a dream within another dreamer’s mind. Even if we acknowledge that we are just a dream, it changes nothing.
For That which exists beyond all comprehension, whose very nature is more unreal than what we call the "original light" (Ein), even the things we see as false are more genuine, more real, than we could ever be. We are shadows of shadows, dreaming we are solid, while the true reality remains infinitely beyond our grasp.
Now, do you understand? For you, everything you see, touch, and feel seems like reality. It feels solid, undeniable, and true. But for That—beyond comprehension—what you call reality is nothing more than a story, a fleeting memory, something so insignificant it has already been forgotten. It is, as I said, nothing more than a dream—a dream within a dreamer’s infinite dream, layered endlessly, where even your deepest truths dissolve into the unreal.
The more you cling to what is real, the further you drift from understanding. For in That place, what you hold as truth is but a shadow, and what you dismiss as false is closer to the essence than you’ll ever know.
Also is it Omnipresent?
