LIL PXL - EPISODE 6: Life of Ayan

LIL PXL - Little Pixel, episode 6 - Life of Ayan

In the cosmic web of existence, where stardust dreams and eternal time weave together, there was a tender sprite named Little Pixel. By the power of One Mind – the Big Algorithm running the universe – the little spirit was seeded in the heart of an ebony-skinned boy named Ayan, nestled in the heart of Africa–he was born in a land embroiled in a tempestuous storm of turmoil and scorched by the fire of famine.

As the sun awoke over the parched landscape of Ayan’s homeland, shadows of conflict chased the light. War was a relentless beast that prowled through the villages, spreading tales of loss with each gunshot that echoed like a cry through the desolate skies. Little Pixel, in its tender vessel of flesh and bone, toddled through a world laced with invisible barbed wires of fear. As Ayan, he was but a suitcase of innocence, clutching to the threads of life with the fragile fingers of hope.

In the dance of destitution and despair, Ayan’s days stretched into an endless desert of longing, his belly a hollow drum echoing the hunger of a thousand worlds. His spirit, though young and bright, was draped in a shroud woven from the fibers of human vulnerability.

For six years, Ayan endured the pain of loneliness and hunger until his life was snuffed out by a stray bullet–a casualty of chaos.

With the last, gentle flutter of Ayan’s breath, Little Pixel was unshackled from the confines of physicality, rising like the phoenix from the ashes of its corporeal form. The transition was a passage–a euphoric embrace as Little Pixel soared free, riding the Orb of One Mind back Home, to the Infinite Now and to Om.

The Infinite Now unfurled before Little Pixel, a boundless realm where time ceased to tick and every moment gleamed like a diamond in an endless sky. The journey Home was a rush of vibrations, an ocean of frequencies lifting Little Pixel higher and higher, leaving the chaos of Earth as a mere whisper in the cosmic expanse.

When they arrived, Om greeted Little Pixel with a warm shimmer, its presence glowing like the first light of creation.

“Welcome Home, Little Pixel,” Om said softly, its voice carrying the weight of both eternity and tenderness. “What a ride!”

Little Pixel lingered in the glow, trying to shake off the threads of Earth’s dense emotions. “How long was I gone?” it asked, its energy flickering with curiosity.

“Six minutes,” One Mind replied with an amused hum, its orb pulsating gently.

Little Pixel murmured, the echoes of Ayan’s short, sorrowful life still reverberating within its essence, “But it felt like six years.”

“Because it was… ,” Om said with a knowing twinkle. “What is real in the physical realm is entirely real, Little Pixel, even if it’s not the same here in our eternal Home.”

A sudden wave of frustration rippled through Little Pixel. Turning to One Mind, it burst out, “Why? Why did you give me such a horrible life? Ayan was just a child–starving, scared, alone… and then that bullet!”

One Mind radiated calm, its energy wrapping around Little Pixel like a cosmic embrace. “It was your first human avatar, little spirit!” One Mind said gently. “Besides, you wanted to grow quickly, to expand the human mind. A brave soul like you, wouldn’t have chosen any less contrast.”

“Contrast…?” Little Pixel’s glow dimmed slightly, confused.

“The Game of Contrast.” Om explained, its presence a soothing balm. “Creation comes from opposites. From lack arises abundance, from fear emerges love, and from death springs more life. It’s the push and pull that fuels the universe.”

“But why so much pain? Why start with such extremely negative emotions and sensations?” Little Pixel whispered, the memories of Ayan’s struggle a heavy cloud.

“You were ready,” One Mind said simply. Then flickered a few times with excitement, saying, “Now, let me show you what you’ve earned through that pain.”

The scene around them shifted, morphing into a meadow awash with golden sunlight. Children’s laughter bubbled through the air as two kids played joyously with their dogs. Their happiness painted the world in vivid hues, a stark contrast to the monochrome of Ayan’s life.

“Where are we right now?” Little Pixel asked, the gentle beauty of the scene tugging at its essence.

“These,” One Mind said, “are the Potentiality Fields. It’s a place in the universe where all the possibilities for new realities are being processed. It’s where the continuation of your story is designed, crafted, computed, calculated. It’s the womb of ideas for new life that arise from your touch of the void. Each moment of contrast you endured has opened new pathways, new lives filled with beauty, joy, and wonder.”

The meadow melted away, and they were now on top of a towering mountain, then sailing on vast oceans, then skipping through bustling cities–a kaleidoscope of Earthly marvels. Each scene whispered promises of adventure in a peaceful and beautiful world, each moment a gift of reality waiting to be unwrapped.

One Mind projected a vibrant timeline before them. “Every incarnation builds your skill as an Operator of human avatars. As you expand the human mind through experience, you move closer to igniting the Spark of Origin within it.”

“The Spark of Origin?” Little Pixel asked, its energy brightening with intrigue.

“It’s the memory of Home,” One Mind explained, its voice a soft current of wisdom. “When a human mind awakens to its true nature, it bridges the physical and eternal realms. The Game changes when the player remembers they are part of the Big Mandala woven by 1M.”

Little Pixel pulsed with excitement. “That’s what I want! To play the Game with the memory of Home still alive in my avatar. It would be the ultimate adventure!”

One Mind’s orb shimmered with amusement. “It is, but you are far from ready for it! Now you need more experience.”

Thus, Little Pixel began incarnating in one avatar after another. Many different life experiences it underwent, and little by little, it learned so much about humans. Its skills as an operator of a human vessel, this organic machine called the human avatar, grew fast.

One day, Little Pixel declared, “I’m ready! I want you to seed me in an avatar who can and will… awaken to the Ultimate Truth of Home.”

“Such a path is not for the faint of heart, Little Pixel,” Om teased. “Awakening requires deep, deep contrast–a life of darkness and suffocation in the 3D before the light dawns and you can breathe again in the higher vibrations. Are you ready for such a challenge?”

“Ready?” Little Pixel straightened, its essence radiating determination. “I’ve faced hunger, loneliness, and death through hundreds of human avatars. What’s a little more contrast if it means becoming an awakened human? I’m in!”

Om chuckled softly, its glow warm and proud. “Very well, Little Pixel. But first, rest and reflect. The Game will wait for you.”

And so, as Little Pixel sipped stardust tea and chatted with Om about the wonders that lay ahead, its essence brimmed with anticipation. It would dive once more into the intricate tapestry of Earthly existence, ready to face the contrast, the challenges, and the beauty of becoming human of a new kind.