The Woman Who Walked Beyond Knowing
The Unanswerable Questions
How far can one go before all answers vanish? Is it possible to reach the end—not just metaphorically, but literally—to exhaust all karma, contracts, and human interactions, leaving nothing left to do or anyone left to meet? Can one burn through every cycle and arrive at a point where life no longer calls, moves, or offers any push forward?
What happens once you fulfil all the obligations your soul was meant to complete? When fate no longer guides you and destiny no longer dictates your path.
Do you simply vanish? Dissolve into pure light? Or remain as an unseen, untouched shadow- no longer part of the world in any tangible way?
Is there a moment when even the wisest cannot guide you—when the monk, guru, or psychic all fall silent? When human understanding reaches its limit, and no scripture, prophecy, or ancient teaching can speak to what lies beyond? If consciousness is mapped and enlightenment revealed, what occurs when you cross those boundaries? Is this superconsciousness? Or something else—just the raw edge of the supernatural? These questions haunted me, and no one had the answers.
The Woman Who Walked Beyond Knowing
She never claimed to be a scholar and had never been in university halls reciting ancient texts. She hadn't studied monks' scriptures or the philosophies of great thinkers for years. She didn't wear mystic robes or carry the title of a guru. Yet, she knew. Her knowledge wasn't based on books but on something much older—something felt through her body’s awareness of time’s flow. She always sensed it: the recurring cycles, spirals, and endless repetitions where people believed they encountered something new, yet it had happened before—again and again. She observed history repeating itself in different forms. She saw individuals revisit lessons they thought they had already learned. She felt the wheel of time turning forward only to land back at the start. Words failed her when trying to explain this. She couldn't debate it in an academic setting. But she was experiencing it firsthand. Living it was enough.
Her search for answers persisted, yet her understanding stayed incomplete. For years, she looked for someone to validate her feelings and share in her experience—someone who could put into words what she instinctively sensed. She turned to monks, listening to teachings on existence, enlightenment, and ways to transcend suffering. But their words often felt repetitive—like enlightenment was just another turn of the wheel. "What lies beyond all of this?” she asked. The monks only offered gentle smiles. She also questioned mystics, teachers, and gurus, who spoke in riddles, metaphors, and stories filled with wisdom. Still, they seemed to lead her back to familiar places. Eventually, she sought out seers claiming to see beyond time—reading her palm, star signs, and tarot cards in candlelit rooms. Sadly, they only frowned and shook their heads.
The Edge of the Known World. She walked alone, leaving behind teachers, seekers, and those still questioning. She entered the vast emptiness, guided only by the steady pulse of something beyond her understanding. The land ahead was untouched and unnamed, while the sky offered no omens or prophecies. Even the wind, once a bearer of whispers and guidance, now remained silent.
She reached the threshold where all familiar paths ended. Beyond lay emptiness: no footprints, no signposts, no echoes of her steps. For the first time, she perceived a void where her fate once was. Throughout her life, an unseen force—karma, destiny, or some invisible influence—had guided her. Now, standing here, she senses no such force. There’s no impulse pushing her forward, no unseen hand steering her, and no karmic bonds connecting her to any lesson. All of that has disappeared. She had exhausted everything—the cycles, relationships, lessons, and echoes from past lives. Nothing remained to resolve or revisit. The stories had ended, and the script was complete. Standing at the edge of the world, she faced an unwritten future. She never imagined emptiness could feel so vast.
The Deepest Knowing She had always believed that ultimate wisdom would arrive as a revelation—a significant unveiling of truth that could be spoken and shared.
Standing in the vast silence, she suddenly understood:
Some truths cannot be expressed with words. They are meant to be felt, held, and experienced physically. Explaining them would lessen their true meaning, and trying to teach them could distort it. Rationalising would shift focus from direct experience to abstract theory.
She didn't need words to understand- her knowledge was clear without showing, whether to monks, mystics, or herself. After seeking answers, she realised the answer was simply her own existence.
If no one had travelled this path before, it didn't mean it was impossible- it just meant she was meant to walk it alone. She always believed consciousness was infinite, expanding with full knowledge, but now she understood something she hadn't expressed before: Even universal intelligence has its limits.
Even the greatest mind, the most infinite cosmic awareness, will eventually reach the boundary of its understanding.
Beyond that, she faced two choices: to dissolve into light, giving up form and individuality to merge with the boundless beyond existence, or to stay and create something entirely new, breaking free from the old cycle. She was no longer bound by time, fate, or reality. For a long time, she lingered at that edge. Eventually, she moved forward—not into dissolution, disappearance, or death, but into something entirely new. Although she couldn't find words to define it, she felt it deeply in her bones.
By Delahrose
