Hakkadosh

 

The Seeker Between Worlds

In the vast expanse of the multiverse, where divine light collides with infinite shadow, few mortals have ever walked the borders of creation and returned sane. Yet Hakkadosh is no ordinary man. From his earliest days, his life was marked by something otherworldly — a strange disturbance of the soul that pulled him beyond the physical world into the hidden dimensions where spirits dwell and the mysteries of eternity whisper. These uncontrolled journeys, known to him as astral projections, were both a gift and a curse. For while others dreamed, Hakkadosh traveled through the fabric of existence, touching realms forbidden to mortal understanding.

He would awaken in sweat and awe, recounting visions of glowing pathways and cosmic winds that sang the hymns of forgotten ages. His experiences defied science and theology alike. Some said he was touched by madness; others whispered that he was chosen. Yet Hakkadosh himself could not tell where his fear ended and his faith began. He knew only that something beyond comprehension had laid its mark upon him — a calling that refused to be silenced.

One fateful night, as the veil between worlds thinned, Hakkadosh slipped once more into an astral state. But this time, what awaited him was unlike anything he had ever encountered. In the stillness of the void, a light emerged — not blinding, but alive, pulsing with divine awareness. From it stepped a radiant being, tall and calm, whose countenance shimmered with the hues of eternity. The being called himself Eyewitness, a prince-angel of the clan of Archangel Gabriel, a guardian and messenger between realms.

Eyewitness did not appear as the cherubim of Hakkadosh’s Sunday visions; he was luminous, alien, and yet deeply familiar — as though Hakkadosh had known him before his birth. With words that resonated like harmonies of creation itself, Eyewitness invited him to follow. And thus began the journey that would forever change the destiny of one man and perhaps all mankind.

Hakkadosh was led across dimensions unseen by human eyes — to worlds of living flame and eternal snowfall, to seas of memory and the boundless courts of divine wisdom. He beheld Olam-Machashebeth, the realm where all ideas are born, a universe where stars blaze with thought and snowfall writes dreams upon the ether. There, Hakkadosh learned that every inspiration, every spark of art or invention, first breathes its life in that sacred world. Under a mysterious tree, Eyewitness spoke of Ahavah, the Most High — the infinite source who birthed all existence through word and light. It was there that Hakkadosh’s understanding began to shift, for what he saw was neither contradiction nor blasphemy, but a deeper reflection of the truth he already believed.

From Olam-Machashebeth, Eyewitness guided him further into Rahah-Kol, a universe beyond time — a living archive that holds the collective memory of creation. Floating upon luminous mats that glowed with divine circuitry, Hakkadosh walked the corridors of eternity. Each mat revealed a story, each pulse of light a truth long buried in the sands of forgotten eons. He saw the rise of the 24 Elders, the divine council set above all realms to govern the order of existence under Ahavah’s command. He beheld Lucifer before his fall, radiant and proud, and witnessed the first shadow of rebellion that would one day divide heaven and shake the foundation of the multiverse.

But as awe consumed him, so did doubt. Could these visions be true? Could the tale of creation he was shown — so different from the Sunday school stories of his childhood — truly reflect the divine order? Or was this a deception, a cunning illusion meant to confuse his soul and lead him astray? Eyewitness’s answers were cryptic, echoing the paradoxes of divine wisdom: “Truth, Hakkadosh, is not always comfort. It is revelation — and revelation shatters.”

When the journey reached Meltsar, the sacred heart of creation and the home of the 24 Elders, Hakkadosh’s spirit trembled. The realm glowed with unending radiance — golden halls suspended over seas of light, and at the center, the thrones of the Elders, burning with the essence of pure divinity. There he felt the weight of existence, the pulse of every soul ever created, every prayer ever whispered, every tear that ever fell. Time, he realized, was merely the shadow of eternity’s heartbeat. And in that moment, he understood: this was not a dream. This was revelation.

Yet revelation comes with burden. The Elders did not speak directly, but through visions — stories unfolding like galaxies birthing stars. They showed him Olam-Zaku, where fallen spirits are reborn as humans, their memories veiled by mercy. They revealed to him the true reason for humanity’s endless struggle — that mankind’s existence was itself an act of redemption, a chance for once-fallen souls to find their way back to the light.

When Hakkadosh returned to his body, days had passed, though it felt like only moments. His family found him collapsed in prayer, whispering the names of worlds that no one had ever heard of. He tried to write what he saw, filling journals with sketches of glowing orbs, scripts of light, and the faces of angelic beings. The story he recorded — the visions, the wars, the mysteries of the universes — would become what we now know as “The 24 Elders.”

It was not merely a book. It was a testimony — a revelation born from divine encounter, wrapped in the form of a story. Through it, Hakkadosh sought to share what he had seen, though even he could not claim to fully understand it. For what mortal could comprehend the designs of the Most High? Was he a prophet… or a dreamer caught in the net of his own visions? Was he chosen to unveil divine truth, or was he deceived by cosmic illusion?

The name Hakkadosh itself, drawn from ancient tongues, means The Holy One. It is no coincidence that his author shares the same name, for perhaps every storyteller who dares to touch the mysteries of creation must carry within him a spark of that divine calling. The question remains whether that spark is a gift… or a test.

As his story unfolds, the reader becomes the witness — walking beside him through worlds of wonder and dread, standing before the Elders, and facing the same eternal question that tormented Hakkadosh himself: What is truth?

For in the universe of The 24 Elders, truth is not merely a word; it is a living force — radiant, dangerous, and liberating. It is the flame that births worlds and the light that exposes even the angels’ pride. Hakkadosh’s journey is the mirror of our own — a reminder that faith is not the absence of mystery, but the courage to walk through it.

And so, his tale endures — a cosmic pilgrimage that bridges heaven and earth, science and spirit, myth and revelation. Whether prophet or dreamer, saint or wanderer, Hakkadosh remains the voice that calls from beyond the veil, whispering to every soul that dares to listen:

“There is more beyond the stars. There is more within you than you have ever known.”