Then, suddenly, from somewhere, forgotten memories surface; knowledge acquired from a unknown source creates an energy vortex ... and the acolyte; this acolyte; is propelled forwards ahead of time. And the mind expands to such a degree ...
The acolyte becomes ahead of time; scorned by peers for possessing that which they desire; wish to possess with as little work as they can. But they fail to achieve anywhere near what the acolyte can exhibit seemingly on a whim.
They fail to see the life the acolyte lives behind the scenes; the personal turmoil; the incredible pain; the endless long dark night's of the soul the acolyte wanders through. And the realisations continued until such a point he appears to look behind the scenes. Perhaps seeing it all as it really is; bringing on the biggest long dark night of them all.
Which is where the acolyte currently stands. As he seemingly gazes through the fabric of time; disenchanted with the virtual life all appear to lead; seeing the pointlessness of the spiritual path. For when the realisation dawns then the feeling of powerless comes to the fore. There is nothing that can be done to change what is. The need to accept what is, becomes the most powerful urge. The one urge which is the hardest one of all.
The abilities that most crave to possess are nothing more than toys and trinkets on a much bigger quest. Those toys and trinkets he would willingly discard right now; that awakening way back then he wishes had never occurred. Ignorance is bliss they say. He agrees it is so very true. For what he gazes through and into will change the remainder of this virtual life forever ... he looks out through a sound bubble into space .... and understands what he sees is the great depths of a mighty ocean. An ocean on a world beset with a mighty flood. That which is told and taught as space and the universe in this virtual world appears not to be how it really is ....
