The Light of the Vajra. The Inner Vajra.

A short novel by Ly DeSandaru in collaboration with ChatGPT

In the "Begining"...

Long before the age of kings and scholars, when the world was still young and the air shimmered with unseen forces, there existed a hidden monastery atop a mountain that touched the heavens. The monks who dwelled there did not merely study the scriptures; they conversed with the unseen, walked between realms, and carried the wisdom of ages long past.

At the heart of the monastery lay a sacred chamber, where a single object pulsed with light: the Vajra of Radiant Truth. It was said that this vajra was not forged by mortal hands but coalesced from the pure essence of awakened consciousness. It neither cast shadows nor lost its glow, for its light was not of this world.

Legends whispered that the vajra had once been wielded by a being who transcended time—a Chakravarti Raja, a cosmic sovereign who walked between cycles of creation and dissolution. But as humanity drifted deeper into forgetfulness, the vajra was left behind, waiting for one who could rekindle its purpose.

One night, as the wind howled like spirits mourning the passage of ages, a young seeker named Arun reached the monastery's gates. He had journeyed across endless deserts and forests, guided by visions of a radiant beacon that called to his soul. His heart burned with questions—about the nature of existence, the truth behind suffering, and the path beyond the cycle of birth and death.

The monks, recognizing the signs of an ancient prophecy, led him to the chamber. As Arun stepped inside, the vajra’s glow intensified, as if greeting a long-lost friend. But when he reached out to grasp it, his hand passed through it like mist.

“You cannot hold what is already within you,” a voice echoed.

Arun turned to see an elder monk standing behind him, eyes gleaming like stars reflected in deep waters.

“The vajra does not give power,” the monk continued. “It reveals the power that sleeps within. If you seek truth, do not chase light outside yourself. Become the light.”

Arun closed his eyes and turned his vision inward. He let go of his desires, his fears, and his illusions. And in that surrender, he saw it—a vajra of pure radiance resting within his own heart. In that moment, the chamber around him faded, the mountain vanished, and he found himself standing between worlds, gazing upon the great wheel of time itself.

The true vajra does not conquer. It illuminates.

As he stepped forward, the unseen forces that guided all things whispered:  

"The true vajra does not conquer. It illuminates. And those who see its light shall never be lost again."

And with that, the dream of the world shifted, and Arun walked forward—not as a seeker, but as one who has seen.

Arun’s First Steps

As Arun stepped out of the chamber, he felt weightless, as though something within him had shifted, in-permanance.

The monks who had been watching from the shadows bowed their heads, not in reverence to him, but to the truth he had now become a vessel for.

He looked at his hands—empty, yet full. The vajra within him was not something he needed to wield. It simply was.

The elder monk who had guided him earlier now stood before him once more. “You have seen the light within, Arun. But wisdom is not merely knowing—it is living. You must now walk among the world and let the vajra illuminate the unseen.”

Arun bowed in understanding, for he very well knew the depth, the breath, the weight of those words...

He knew his journey had only begun.

The Descent from the Mountain

As Arun left the monastery, descending the winding paths that led back to the world of men, he saw the first test of his newfound awareness.

Trial no. 1

A warlord’s soldiers had gathered at the base of the mountain. Their leader, a man known as Vitrath the Iron Fang, sought the monastery’s secrets. He had conquered many lands, but what he feared most was that which could not be seized by force—the hidden knowledge of the sages.

Arun walked toward the warlord’s camp, unarmed, unarmored, with only the radiance of his being. The soldiers, sensing something unfamiliar, hesitated as he approached.

Vitrath sat on a throne of swords, his armor adorned with the spoils of war. He laughed as he saw Arun. “A single monk dares to approach me? Have the sages sent a boy to parley?”

Arun did not react to the insult. He simply stood before Vitrath, calm as the still waters before a storm.

“The wisdom you seek cannot be taken,” Arun said. “It must be seen.”

Vitrath scoffed. “I take what I want. That is how the world works.”

Arun nodded. “Then take this.” He raised a single finger and pointed—not at Vitrath, but at the sky.

At that moment, the sun, which had been veiled by thick storm clouds, broke through. A single ray of golden light struck Arun, surrounding him in an aura that shimmered with something beyond mere sunlight.

Vitrath’s breath caught. His warriors gasped. For a moment, the weight of his conquests, the blood on his hands, the weight of his own unexamined soul—all of it became visible to him. It was not magic, not sorcery. It was simply illumination.

The warlord staggered, gripping his chest. He saw—truly saw—for the first time in his life. And in that seeing, something within him cracked.

Arun turned to leave. “The vajra does not conquer,” he said softly. “It illuminates.”

As he walked away, Vitrath fell to his knees, his sword slipping from his grasp.

The warlord had not been defeated. He had been seen.

And that was enough to change everything.

This was only the beginning. Arun’s journey would take him beyond kings and warriors, beyond borders of land and mind, and even beyond lifetimes. But before stepping into realms unknown, he had one task left in this world—to awaken those who were ready.

Would he become a teacher? A wanderer? A silent guide moving unseen?

Time only would tell...

Time only would tell...

© Ly DeSandaru

-Pictures generated by AI-

Above short story was seeded by the following dialogue...

https://inconversationwithai.blogspot.com/2025/03/the-next-chakravarti-raja.html