The Sovereign Dawn of the Ancient Spirit
After the dawn upon the Western plains, when a warm point of light appeared at Gabriel’s brow, another path quietly began to unfold.
In a different part of the lower realm, a new Western disciple was awakening. His name was Raphael. He had only recently turned five years old. Outwardly, he looked like any ordinary child his age, yet his clear eyes held a depth that seemed strangely beyond his years—like an autumn lake untouched by any mortal wind.
People who met his gaze often slowed their steps without knowing why; there was something in those eyes too pure to disturb.
Raphael’s father had spent many years searching the cosmos for the Truth before entering the cultivation of the Great Fa. From that moment, something quietly changed within their home.
No one instructed Raphael that he had to cultivate, yet he began sitting in the double-legged lotus position on his own, becoming completely still as though some ancient cosmic memory had reawakened deep within his soul.
From the very first time he heard the verses of the Fa, he began to perceive things that ordinary people could never see—it was as if the dense veils covering the mortal world had quietly begun to lift.
The Trials of the Hidden Codes
Once, while half-awake in his sleep, Raphael saw distorted shapes flickering before him like shadows across a dark wall. Devious beings seemed to be trying to stir fear and confusion within his young mind.
But before fear could take root, the scene vanished entirely. Nothing remained. Raphael did not know how to explain what had happened; he only knew that something deep within him had instinctively refused to accept those shadows.
At other times, he perceived the universe hidden within the smallest things—a single stalk of grass, a drop of morning water, or even the quiet space between two breaths. Each seemed to contain something vast and profound, like secret cosmic patterns waiting to be discovered.
Whenever Raphael tried to describe what he had seen, however, human words would fail him. He gradually came to understand a simple truth: some things are not meant to be explained with ordinary language; they must first be felt, understood, and engraved within the heart.
One evening, Raphael asked his father:
“Father, why do we do these exercises?”
His father looked into the quiet distance before answering softly:
“To return to the dimension where we once belonged—to return to our primordial origin, the true source of our existence.”
Raphael smiled, his expression pure and untainted:
“Then my feet are already marching.”
His father fell silent. No one had taught his young son to say those words, yet in that moment, he sensed that an ancient spirit within the child had already begun its journey home.
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The Placement of the Sacred Pass
The following summer, Raphael’s father attended an international Fa conference in New York. As his father’s cultivation realm ascended, Raphael’s level rose alongside it. No visible thread connected them, yet the two were linked by a cosmic bond beyond ordinary understanding. At times, the child appeared to reflect his father’s spiritual state with remarkable precision, as though their cultivation moved together through an unseen higher arrangement.
One night, Raphael opened The True Scripture of the Great Fa by himself. He listened carefully as the fifth lecture—concerning the Taiji diagram and the Qimen cultivation systems—was read, absorbing what his young mind could comprehend.
That night, a sharp pain suddenly struck his forehead. Then his bed seemed to rise into the sky, passing through layer after layer of space and entering another realm. A strong, concentrated pressure appeared around his Celestial Eye—it felt as though a sacred, invisible pass were being established there.
His father understood what was transpiring:
“That is the placement of the pass,” he told him gently.
Raphael did not fully grasp the deeper meaning, but he knew that something momentous had occurred. It was his first experience with the sacred pass—a true milestone on his path of cultivation.
The Sublimation of the Stellar Palette
During the exercises that followed, Raphael began to see the colors of different celestial strata change before him.
From the pristine white body of the eighty-first level, he gradually witnessed a magnificent crimson radiance—the foundational stratum of the Fa beyond the mundane world, a realm of pure benevolence where ordinary human concepts no longer applied.
As he continued upward, other brilliant colors appeared. He saw a silver Falun, its intricate details shining like a divine artifact crafted by Deities. He also saw the Master seated in supreme majesty, performing the single-hand erect palm to eliminate dark matter from the universe and purify what was impure.
On one occasion, a colossal pillar of gong light appeared, drawing Raphael through nine dimensions of radiant color and carrying him directly toward the fourth major stratum—an elevated realm of enlightenment.
Raphael understood that every step upward came through the compassionate protection of the Master, the boundless power of the Great Fa, and the guidance of the Truth. He was only a small child, yet the path before him had opened into the infinite sky.
The Severity of the Unmoving Mind
Some nights, Raphael remained cross-legged even while asleep, his lips moving softly as though reciting the Fa in his dreams. His father would watch him without waking him, understanding that this deep devotion came from within the child's true spirit.
His grandmother sometimes shed tears seeing him give up his own comforts for his sibling. If his sibling made a mistake, Raphael would quietly accept the blame without asking for anything in return. No one had ordered him to do so; it was simply what his heart chose. His grandmother recognized the unblemished kindness within him—a pure manifestation of Truthfulness and Compassion.
Once, Raphael let an unrighteous word slip from his mouth. Almost immediately, his footing gave way, and he slipped painfully onto the floor.
He began to cry—not merely from the physical pain, but because he understood he had fallen short of the Fa. A simple realization formed in his young heart: Cultivation is strict. Even a small thought or word matters, and every action carries its consequence.
No one scolded him, but Raphael remembered the lesson deeply. From then on, he became far more mindful of his words, his actions, and the subtle thoughts arising in his mind.
The child was learning. And with every small step, the pristine origin within him shone with greater clarity.
Canto XCVIII ‒ The Pristine Origin
The untouched heart allows the seed to grow,
The quiet mind needs no words to know.
The sacred pass reveals the heavenly trace,
The silver Wheel protects the silent space.
The father climbs, the child reflects the light,
Two parallel currents flow into the night.
The Western seed awakens, pure and deep,
A quiet lamp outlasts the mortal sleep.