It is difficult to talk about what Qurand is in general. The wise have long since understood that there are several truths at once about what Qurand is, which cannot always be merged into one. Anyone who starts asking what the world of Qurand is will soon get an answer – just ask an educated man from one of the universities – for example, the master Fensac Tavryon from Asvittary answers:
‘Our research and expeditions have shown that Qurand is shaped like a giant ball and that it floats in an etheric emptiness imbued with only immeasurable rivers of cosmic forces, brightnesses and rays.’
However, whoever takes a few tens of steps beyond the dim libraries of the University of Asvittar may see the light of fire and the silent audience gathered around him in the sacred grove, listening intently to the words of the blind barda alkenara, which dryly and at the same time hypnotically speak to the melodies of his lyre. The initiated circle has already traveled a long way from the first simple questions, and their world no longer meets the world of those who have wised up only from books.
Well, let’s listen to the strange gospel that quietly spreads among those who have ears to hear, before the blind Alkenar accidentally falls out of the window of the highest tower of Asvittary, and only his message will remain A garbled silent mail among the wreckage of the insiders:
‘In the beginning there was a perfect wholeness, indivisible, and through all ages of time and timelessness eternal completion. It was nowhere and at the same time it was everywhere. It is called among the people by depth, or also ancestor. From it, the infinite waves of radiant light and the innumerable troops of the crystalline order, which has no parallels in our world, emerged from it. But this radiance and grace could be perfection and radiant fulfillment only towards something, and so of course blackness arose in relation to it – the empty gist of the collapsed time. And since there is an infinite amount of space, that darkness also turned off to the other side from the light into its absoluteness.
Although in those days there was still nothing like space or time according to the meaning, as we understand it, so these bodies touched in one place. This place has a name among people Limit or Corona.
After the first fraction of the stability of the scales, the principles were mixed by the influence of infinite hunger, uninclusiveness and restless swirl. Only when the absolute principles came into contact did a precipitation of worlds arise, and with them their dimensions, times and spaces and many others. Then, since the essence of the light principle is unity, the stolen shards of light began to return to the full glow of its pure self. But some, being too weak and deeply immersed in darkness, lost their way and held by eternal hunger gullet They stayed down.
But some wise say it was different. They say that both principles enjoyed their separateness and the stability of the entire cosmos, but that somewhere in the middle of the corona, an unexpectedly new power arose to shuffle the cards. Their teachings say that at the point of contact between the two forces was an infinitely thin shell of a clot that separated the two powers, but which itself began to live its own life. And just as the life of Pracosm was divided, so this being was not just one, even if it seemed so at first.
In short, no matter how it is explained in the middle of the border, he rose archon. His life was a combination of forces, so he began to work for more and more mixing. The clot formed by him was difficult to say, because the moment it was created, it partially lost the properties of its fatherly powers and became a completely new substance. archon It was controlled by a single idea – to expand its mixture to infinity. From a mixture of predominantly dark character, he created a world subordinate to him, which was permeated by slavery and in which there was no spirit. It was a world of demons starving for a light they didn’t even know existed. It was a world without lungs that would breathe and without a heart that would beat. It was not a born world, but made.
Yet this world lasted because archon, which was later called Baoth, unknowingly mixed a little light into the work during his work. However, the light swelled with longing for home, and his lamentation reached the heavenly halls of the order. That’s why they went down Great spirits from light And they broke into Archon’s dungeon to free the captured fragments.
But when they clothed themselves with their clothes from the clot and walked through the other world, they understood that not only would they not be able to free the light, but that this world also had a purpose and therefore must not be destroyed. at the head of these messengers walked from the heights Lady with high tiara, which was said to have somehow contributed to the birth with her mistake Baoth, stood by her side light-bearer A Great musician. Legends say that they were brought to these thoughts by an unknown spirit in the form of an old man leaning on a black wand. He never revealed his name, if he has any, but has long been called Tho.
Although these spirits wept over the misery of the world, at the same time they remained captivated by its opposite beauty, its new life, and the desire to improve this world grew in them. They understood that there will always be a border, because the forces are eternal and will be forever touching. They recognized that this world would last and that if they deny their efforts to destroy it, they would only greatly reduce it, but they could not remove it permanently. The world became a meeting place of two great forces and was knitted from them. Nevertheless, it was controlled by two other forces: Baoth -by the spirit of a mixture and Azhars – Spirits liberators.
That’s when the Azhars decided – Izataria invited Alirawis, light-bearer and Tho – that he will be involved in the creation of the world and that he will make it a means of purifying and awakening beings from anywhere from the universe, which fell into error and lost the ability to distinguish light from darkness, because that loss was a great oblivion. The world was supposed to collect shards of light that would fall into too much depth and were in danger of completely dissolving in the darkness. Their full arrival into the world was like a sunrise. Everything suddenly began to breathe deeply, the space gained depth, the colors radiance, the mind’s curiosity and the desire for freedom.
it all seems to be Baoth He didn’t notice, but only one thing disturbed him from his peaceful slumber: right in the middle of the creature, which he considered only his own, a massive beautiful tree suddenly sprouted out. Its roots reached into the shining sky, and its branches embraced the whole world. At the moment of his birth, he was clearly visible, but over the ages he became visible only to the initiated. That tree was Azhar Lightbearer. The fruit of its branches was the fruit of knowledge and discernment and helped the beings to see the fabric of principles in the Baoth mixture. Whoever really saw this fabric became independent from the world and Baoth no longer had the power over it.
This filled the despot with immortal hatred and declared this holy tree cursed and forbade the food to be eaten. He spread lies about the tree and the other Azhars, and since in those days the beings had no idea that someone could speak contrary to reality, for a long time his dark ways helped him maintain power.
So she started endless war. Archon Baoth surrounded himself with powerful helpers and threw his forces into the fight against the Azhars. They descended from above filled with such otherworldly power and grandeur that this shadow prince could not match them in a direct confrontation. However, they too were limited by their proper nature. While Baoth could take on himself any form within the borders of his empire and could shamelessly deceive and lie, the Azhars could not lie, and their nature and appearance remained the same for all ages, although over time they evolved and grew To wisdom.
Successes alternated with failures in regular rhythms, and so the world was breathed out, or swayed into cycles. Small cycles were only centuries long, larger thousands of years, and large ones were numbered in the millions. Each major cycle was followed by a world storm, which briefly parted the world, only to merge again and a new age could arise. Thousands of ages have passed, and thousands more will happen, and we are just a tiny wave on a tiny wave in the middle of the endless ripped waves of a storm of two forces.
Nevertheless, just as the little wave is similar in shape and behavior in its shape and behavior, so you also do not need to experience all the ages of the world in order to know its beauty and sadness, its true nature. The world repeats itself endlessly in its parts, and the truth of the world is contained in the fig grain as well as in the whole cosmos combined.
I really wouldn’t want to be one of the big Azhars, who observe with their eternal eyes an infinitely repeating universe in time and space. I wouldn’t want to experience the terrible losses that befell them again, I wouldn’t want to start over and over again and watch every age turn to a hopeless twilight after the radiant dawn, from whose worst convulsions only the merciful will free him Death.
Their love for the world is admirable, and I dread the moment when the cup of their patience finally overflows, turns their face away from the creation, turns into the gray garb of the pilgrim and goes to look for the banks of the icy river.
What do the wise say about Qurand? Do you know what his name means? In the speech of the gods Qurand means Fallen. But it means in the speech of demons Great. The wise interpret that Qurand is the center of creation, that it is the greatest of all worlds. They say that the entire cosmos – visible and invisible order lies in a kind of multi-compartment spindle, at the two ends of which are stretched by two basic forces Glow A obscurity. At the point of the halfway point, where the imaginary spindle is the strongest, there lies Qurand.
Other worlds are out of balance – they are closer, or further from one of the poles. worlds closer to the light are called Svarga And you closer to the darkness Naraka, our world is then called Uruloka. Qurand – as a place of balanced forces, has always been a place of contact between fire and water, a place of fighting and clashes. At the beginning of time it was still plunged into storms, fires, floods, earthquakes and windstorms, its surface was torn up by volcanoes and wetted by flood waves. In legends, it is said that once upon a time, at the very limit of the memory of the oldest, the wise and great in insight rose in the midst of the storm, joined forces with the mages of the lost people, and these, together called the Azharians, raised their hearts and at a large conjunction of the suns drove out of Qurand itself Baoth, who was afraid of their boldness.
Azhariani – They built several powerful empires in time and space, but soon they recognized in their wisdom the senselessness of their efforts to control matter and countless human hearts, and preferred to retreat into seclusion, where, as a hidden truth on the threshold of audibility and borders Visibility quietly showed people the way and preserved knowledge in troubled times.
In the days when the Azharians were still young, they had strength like gods. They worked wonders and the world flourished. They grew and soon began to differentiate themselves with their interests and abilities. from them rose the divine Gandharvas And the heavenly Apsarasses. The heir to the Gandharvs and their descendant was the nation the Gandharans, who was known for his strength and stubbornness. The only Gandharans preserved the tradition in times when everyone else had already forgotten. The daughters of Apsaras were druviads, whose beautiful generation filled the deep forests of young Qurand. It was in these blessed times that the wisest and purest of the Azharians gathered and founded the legendary order Maghavans.
Maghavani They were supposed to be well-educated fighters with darkness. At first this ideal remained, but the first Adimaghavan unabled Angiras – whose glory is over all worlds forever – decided that the Maghavans would not be subject to any force, whether light or darkness, but that they would walk on the edge of a knife between the two. That they will defend the freedom of those who choose not to side with any of the powers. The basic characteristic of Maghavan has since become elusive. For as soon as the deities, whose Pantheon continued to grow with age, found that the Maghavans would not go to any of them, but that they would make their own way, they started a war against them.
Maghavani So they fought with the gods and for a long time their forces were balanced. The Maghavans, who came from the great Azharian families, were powerful archmages and miraculous, and their clashes with the gods brought Qurrand back to the times of chaos before the expulsion of the Archon. That is why the sleeping Azhars woke up and, led by the Light Bearer, agreed peace with most of the warring gods.
The second golden age came and the world flourished again – at least that’s what the legend says. Maghavani split into three schools – Brave gandharnants, the wise aiurnants and sensitive Kirlanants. The entire Maghavan culture developed. Maghavan became the most extreme measure of classicism and perfection. At that time, the form of the Maghavan flowing cloak, the Maghavan sword, became established, and their emblem became the diamond worn by every Maghavan set in the middle of the forehead.
However, even their age passed and their glittering crowds went down the path on the edge of a knife to meet the great pilgrimage from which there is no return. Every Maghavan who achieved insight then dressed in a gray garb without adornment, hid a sword, crown and armor, and left as a nameless pilgrim on roads that cannot be mapped. At first their multitudes circled the roads of Qurand like swarming ants, which grew light wings, but then went higher, where we can no longer see them, among the stars, into Paraqurand And behind the Limit. And so they walk, clear faces without a name, and they are looking for something that does not reveal to anyone and that is not in the power of man, because if that were the case, they would surely find it already.
Only a fraction of the Maghavans remained on Quranda, and most of them in the territory of Gandhara under the rule of their superior. Together with the pilgrims, it was as if order had left the world, and so the power play of the gods, humans and demons began, and with it the age called heroic, full of wars, tragedies and beautiful deaths. Who would not like to tell about the blessed age, when there was no guardian, guardian or slave, and when it was only the courage and strength of the individual in the complex play of the gods and people for the best story.
Even that age has passed, and the throne of kings in the heart of the earth has emptied itself. Today, in the place of the living king, in the eternal city, only a stone statue of the hardened and motionless memory of the past sits. The forests fell silent in anticipation, the midday sun is no longer so warm and the water is difficult to wash off the dirt from immobility. The wise fell asleep or left and left in our hands an unknown world, behind whose gates his ancient Creator gathers strength.
We don’t know what age we live in, because only our descendants will give it its name based on our actions. It’s hard to say whether it will be the age of the awakening or the age of the cowards, the age of the slumber or even the age of the fall, or any other.
