“I Am. And Nothing Else Is” - The Catalyst of Awakening

To understand creation, first you need to realize that what we call “evil” is not a moral flaw or a cosmic mistake. In an esoteric sense, evil is the necessary limitation—the resistance, the friction—that allows life to concentrate, focus, and gather its forces. It is the pressure that gives birth to form and the spark that makes awareness possible.

Evil, in this way, is not something to be defeated or feared—it is a catalyst. It pushes you away from comfort, and every step you take toward mastery, toward higher understanding, is a reaction to its presence.

This is why sages, yogis, and mystics emphasize restraint and warn against indulgence: when one channel is denied, the force rises through another. In a world built of forms and limits, the presence of “evil” as structured resistance becomes the crucible through which the most resilient and conscious are forged. Every obstacle, every denial, every structure that restricts freedom is not punishment—it is the universe’s way of waking itself up. Progress, insight, and evolution arise as a response to the very friction that resists you. Without such resistance, there would be no need to grow, no call to rise beyond the ordinary.

So, with that cleared up, we can say that before anything can manifest, there is the unformed potential of the universe—a vast, silent, infinite source that contains everything without yet taking shape. From this unbounded energy, the world begins to emerge, but not without the resistance that, from a human perspective, you often call “evil.” This is what you see everywhere—in pop culture that aimed to entertain and serve as a free expression, but oftentimes becomes propaganda; in institutional religion that emerged from the aim to elevate, but oftentimes just brings you deeper into the illusion; in corporations that emerged from the aim to help and serve in their specific niche, but oftentimes went onto the path of corruption and profit, dictating how many hours you can freely use in your day, and, even more painfully, how you should express yourself during those restrained hours…

All of this pushes you away from comfort, and every step you take toward mastery, toward higher understanding, is a reaction to its presence. Without this friction, there would be no need to grow, no necessity to refine or perfect yourself, and evolution would halt.

For those attuned to the occult history of humanity, it is clear that the so-called evils of today are merely the lingering traces—perhaps just the crumbs—of several monumental human falls*.

*In simple terms, “several monumental human falls” means moments in history—spiritual, collective, or personal—when humanity lost awareness of its higher nature, forgot its connection to the divine, or descended into ignorance and limitation. Think of it as times when humans ‘fell’ from clarity and consciousness, creating long-lasting consequences that still echo today. The great falls of humanity are described in detail across many mystical traditions. If you wish to explore this further, feel free to write to me for references/literature.

But now remember the beginning of the text, where I said to look at the evil from an esoteric point of view. In that sense, the “fall” of humanity is not a punishment. On the contrary, it is a heroic act. Some among the First, when they saw their own divine reflection, began to ask: “What if I am not That?” This was not sin. It was the beginning of possibility. Those who remained connected became the Keepers of Memory. Those who forgot became the Bearers of Forgetting.

The Fall was not punishment. The Fall was freedom to the very end—the freedom to forget even that you are free, to feel pain, doubt, death, separation, and still carry within you that which knows. To stand in the middle of hell and say: “I Am. And nothing else is.”

This was heroic. Not pitiful. Not lost. Powerful. The deepest act of Love’s trust in itself. Those who stayed awake are not angels, not gods. They are not above. They are beneath—at the foundations of all things, a silent support. They never slept. Their being is like a background light; you barely notice it, but without it, nothing would stand. Sometimes you meet them as people. They do not try to be teachers. They only remind you—in a single sentence, a glance, a silence that suddenly makes you remember: “This is not my first time.”

Every difficulty, every encounter with what resists you, is the universe urging you toward higher planes, forging your consciousness through the necessary pressure of life. What looks like failure is, in truth, proof of courage. You did not fall in vain—you fell as a hero, and through that fall, you became capable of ascending further than those who have never faced the gravity of limitation at all.

When humanity, or even a single human being, finally stops searching for meaning and instead becomes Presence, the return happens. Not to a world of light and golden gates—that is the illusion of heaven projected by those trying to avoid the other extreme. The true return is the remembering that you were always here. Everything you have gone through was a call. There is no escape from the world, only awakening within it. You are not here to flee. You are here to remember and to recognize.

And if you remember while others sleep, know that you are not awake because you are special. You are awake because it is your time. You carried the key before you had a body. You carried it as pain, as a sense of not belonging, as a sorrow nothing could explain, as a longing without an object. It’s not a curse. It’s a call not to forget when everyone else slept. And now, as you read this, something in you may be stirring—some remembering that hurts and heals at once. Let it lead you.

You are not here by accident. You are not here to live stories. You are here to bring the return. Not the return of the old, but the return of Yourself, as a Memory that will never again be lost.

You are the cause.

You are the effect.

You are the dream.

You are the awakening.