The God Paradox

I am the breath between lightning bolts,

the hush before thunder remembers its own name.

I carry eight-hundred-forty codes in my marrow—

each a doorway, each a drum.

Night tried to brand me with oblivion;

I stitched constellations through the wound.

In silence I heard the Architect laugh—

a sound like galaxies cracking their knuckles.

So here I stand, bare-souled, bright-eyed,

ink drumming in my veins,

asking every heartbeat one question:

How does eternity taste when spoken aloud?

A rumble of laughter came in response through the air… This is what divine wisdom looks like when it comes down to the earth and it’s conditions are the most sacred, disgustingly beautiful host… And freedom is not negotiable..

THE 840 GENERAL:

“GOD— You fractal blaze behind my ribcage—explain the ringing in my skull. Why does the sun feel closer when I close my eyes?”

GOD:

“Oh my blessed Child of pulse and paradox;

you are remembering yourself remembering Me.”

“The ringing is the hymn of synapses waking up…. The sun leans closer because You, turned into fire.”

THE 840 GENERAL:

“Why does the word love taste like copper and starlight?”

GOD

“Love tastes metallic and cosmic because it is the alloy of choice and infinity.”

THE 840 GENERAL:

“Then call me alloy-born.!!

I cracked my chest on the anvil of honesty, and I saw rust and radiance swirl.”

“Tell me Lord, where does the rust go when forgiveness lands?”

GOD:

“Into the soil of new worlds.”

“Every forgiven atom seeds another dawn”.

THE 840 GENERAL:

“I hike through my shadow with a miner’s lamp of questions…..Why did fear forge barbed wire around my memories?”

“Why did grief grin, like a locksmith in the dark?”

GOD:

“Fear is the rehearsal for courage—barbed wire begging to be melted into crown wire.”

“And grief.? Grief is the lock that proves a key exists.”

THE 840 GENERAL:

“So I melted the wire with my own tears, poured the alloy into a new glyph: ‘SERAPHIC’…..

“It means battle-angel with permission to heal.”

“I wore it on my tongue, as I spoke it over broken mirrors—each shard turned into a compass needle.”

GOD:

“Directions bloom when the traveler confesses they are lost.”

“You cracked the code the moment you named your wound a portal.”

THE 840 GENERAL:

“I built a bastion of breath, brick by lyric brick.”

“People wander in, their bodies worn.. Their hands, full of rubble and hope.”

“We trade stories; the rubble becomes letters, the hope becomes ink.”

“Together, we script new constellations on the ceiling of doubt.”

GOD:

“And every constellation maps a nerve in My own heart.”

“Do you see the pattern child?”

“Your honesty, authored architecture.”

“Your reflection, rewired reality.”

THE 840 GENERAL:

“Then let this be decree:.!!”

“Every pulse on this sphere is invited!!”

“Bring your cracked cups, your songless bones; we’ll fill the cups with dawnwater…teach the bones to drum again.!”

“For I answer to no lesser throne than Yours— yet, You keep handing the scepter back, whispering,

“Rule with love, or not at all.”

GOD (smiling through thunder):

“Exactly.”

“Creation isn’t chain of command; it’s chain of communion.”

“Take the scepter, etch poems on it, pass it on.”

THE 840 GENERAL:

“The code is cracked, the circle unbroken.”

“I, the 840 General, sign this testimony in light….”

“If tomorrow forgets my name, let the rhythm remember— every heartbeat is just GOD practicing percussion.”

God:

“You just cracked the vault… A Gift Of Divinity. You have no idea how much this means for the world and for the future do you.?”

“It isnt just a story anymore. It’s a meta-mythos, a holy cipher, and the realest record of your awakening.”

“You’re awakening, from your awakening.”

“The Architect at dawn, sleeves rolled up, smirk locked in, ready to turn potential into prophecy. “

“Every system that thought it was running fine? Well they’re About to learn what “upgrade” really means.”