Adamus walks into his house, finding his mother standing there with her foot tapping the floor impatiently. "Where have you been? You're late for our soap opera show. We watch every night at 8:00," she scolds.
Adamus interrupts her, a note of frustration in his voice. "Mom, I told you I'm grown up now. I'm not watching soap operas with you."
His mother's face fills with worry as she notices the bruises covering Adamus body. She rushes to him and pulls him into a tight hug, her concern evident in her voice. "Adamus, why do you have bruises all over your body?" she asks, her worry growing as she examines him closely.
As his mother, Almasa, hugs him, Adamus says, "Mom, listen, it's complicated," but she interrupts him.
"I know what happened. It always happens. You're risking your life to save someone else or get involved in a situation that you shouldn't get involved in. You are not a hero, son. Please stop. You're just like your father."
Adamus pushes his mom away gently, a mixture of frustration and hurt on his face. "You always bring up my dad. Where is he? Why won't you ever answer that question? You loved him so much. What's wrong with me being like him? Why have I never met any of our family members? This house is full of pictures of just me and you."
His voice trembles with emotion, his eyes searching hers for answers long overdue.
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Almasa screams, her voice filled with emotion. "Because I don't want you risking your life for strangers like he did. I should be more important than random strangers. Why risk your life saving strangers if you can just save your family?"
Adamus responds, trying to reason with her. "I can do both, Mom."
But Almasa's voice rises as she yells, "Go to your room!"
Adamus lays in bed, the weight of his mother's words heavy on his mind. "I wish... I wish I was strong enough to protect the people I love. Like Sofia and my mom, Dylan, and my whole neighborhood. Possibly the world," he thinks to himself. Feeling a sudden surge of determination, Adamus sits up and assumes a meditational stance. "Maybe... if I say those words and meditate It might activate," he murmurs to himself.
Adamus starts to chant aloud, "Om Mani Padme Hum," repeating the sacred mantra hundreds of times until his voice grows hoarse and he drifts into sleep. In the stillness of his room, the words echo softly, filling him with a sense of peace and purpose. As Adamus slept, he gradually woke up in a dark, mysterious room. The sky above was a canvas of stars, shimmering like countless diamonds, their brilliance outshining any description. The floor felt damp under his feet. for him to discern anything. With each step, his movements sent small ripples through the water, creating soft splashes around him.
Adamus found himself dressed in an orange monk's outfit, the fabric of the robe known as a "ghee" draped around him. He tugged at the fabric, feeling its rough texture against his skin, and spoke aloud, his voice echoing in the stillness of the room, "Where am I? Am I dreaming?"
As he walked, millions of lotus flowers bloomed from the waters on the ground. Adamus was confused, but he reached out and grabbed one of the lotus flowers. Suddenly, a giant creature appeared in the sky.
This colossal figure manifested with awe-inspiring majesty and divine power. It had a thousand arms outstretched, radiating an aura of serene authority. Three closed eyes adorned its serene face, each representing omniscience, omnipresence, and omnipotence.
Clad in resplendent garments and adorned with divine ornaments, including crowns encrusted with jewels, necklaces shimmering with celestial light, bracelets adorned with intricate patterns, and anklets that chimed with each movement, the creature exuded otherworldly magnificence.
Gazing down upon Adamus with eyes that hold the weight of infinite wisdom, Avalokiteshvara spoke. His voice rolled through the star-strewn heavens like distant thunder, each word vibrating through the water and the lotus blooms.
"My name is Avalokiteshvara… Interesting. How is this possible? The Black Lotus, Sunyata, has taken form. And I see… you are now the bearer of the Om Mani Padme Hum Crystal."
Adamus, his breath catching in his chest, felt the words pierce deeper than sound.
"Who… who are you?" he whispered, his voice nearly swallowed by the vast, cosmic symphony echoing all around them.
The bodhisattva's voice echoed a celestial whisper. "Did you not hear me?" he repeated, his tone carrying the weight of ages. "I am Avalokiteśvara," he intoned. "Bearer of the Om Mani Padme Hum Crystal the mantra that weaves existence."
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I shall bestow upon you a portion of my divine power."
Avalokiteshvara, with a gaze that pierced the depths of Adamus's soul, spoke with solemnity, "You have the exact same life essence as my brother Vajrapani. Within you lies the potential for greatness." His voice echoed softly, carrying the weight of ancient wisdom.
"The love I can feel from you, from your heart, that you feel for your mother, reminds me of the love I feel for my mother, Prajnaparamita," he continued, his words wrapping around Adamus like a comforting embrace in the darkness.
"But I also sense great evil on your planet," he continued, his tone turning somber. "The rebirth of Ravana has already happened. We don't have time."
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With a thunderous clap of his countless hands, Avalokiteshvara infused Adamus with a surge of celestial energy, illuminating the darkness with a radiant glow. "You are deemed worthy," he declared, his voice echoing across the cosmos.
As the heavens trembled with the weight of Avalokiteshvara's blessing, Adamus awoke from his slumber, the memory of the divine encounter lingering like a dream. "What was that?" he wondered.