The Shaman Wants Transcendence

59 – Offerings, Flames, Rituals

It is said that a candle burns itself and illuminates the world.

Then what does the burning candle light up with?

Is it simple light that is only produced by burning and melting?

If you could fill the world with light, what would that light be?

“ॐ-“

As soon as Jinseong jumped into the fire, the fire burned fiercely as if welcoming the sacrifice.

The flames, which were unrealistically clear, now became clear as if they had come out of paper by myself, and were imprinting my image in the world to such an extent that even when I closed my eyes because I didn’t want to see it, the image came to mind.

It is said that when you see a ghost, you can recognize it with your soul, not with your eyes, so the image clearly comes to mind regardless of the distance, field of view, or environment.

The sacred fire can also be seen with the soul, so you can see it even with your eyes closed, and even if you turn your back, the image naturally comes to your brain wherever the light is shining. This is the light that the candle gives off as it burns itself, and it is the image of wisdom that brightens the world.

Yes.

Light.

There was light at the altar.

There was light in the shrine.

And, at the center of that light was Jinseong.

“ॐ…”

Jinseong, wrapped in flames, was sitting in a comfortable position and constantly uttering mantras.

No inhalation, only exhalation.

As if vibrating the whole body, it spits out the sound of the birth of the universe, and so on and on and on and on.

ॐ————-.

Jinseong, who had been uttering a mantra for a long time, breathed with his eyes closed.

As if he was going to inhale as much air as he exhaled earlier, so much that his chest would expand as if it would explode.

But where he is is the flame.

A place where there is no oxygen for him to drink, only heat.

As Jinseong breathed in, the flame of wisdom flowed toward his lungs like air flowing.

As if smoke was inhaled with an inhalation, vivid colors flowed into his body, and the colors filled Jinseong’s mouth and flowed toward his prayers and filled his chest.

Of course, because he inhaled the flames, he was in terrible pain.

Jinseong felt the flames trying to burn the corners of his mouth and lungs.

I felt an energy full of determination to burn my flesh one by one and explode my cells, only to burn my body and turn it into ashes.

Did you say burning pain is the worst pain a human being can experience?

Jin-seong’s whole body felt the pain of being burned by the flames, the pain of his skin melting alive, the pain of the flames trying to burn him from the inside, and the pain that his brain burst out from overcoming the pain.

Jin-seong was suffering from incessant pain as a result of entering the flames with the body of a living being.

The pain was so terrible that the brain secreted intracerebral drugs with all its might, and the nerves throughout the body could not overcome the pain and convulsed, trying to jump out of the fire. However, Jinseong kept his back straight and closed his eyes, confining himself comfortably in the fire with only his will.

Hu-up.

Jinseong, who had been breathing in such terrible pain, stopped breathing.

Then, as before, he exhaled, and the breath was red enough to be red.

“हूँ-“

A mantra that comes out once again. ＜Br＞ As the mantra flowed, the vibration that flowed through Jinseong’s body earlier moved upward. The vibrations that stimulated everything from his center to his extremities flowed through his veins and skin like water and air, flowing upward. He went upwards and reached the top of his head.

The vibration that reached the top of the head mercilessly shook Jinseong’s head, which was still sitting in the fire, as if seeing a scarecrow trembling in an earthquake.

“हूँ———“

And the brain stimulated by the vibration began to secrete more intracerebral drugs than before.

If the secretion just before was self-judged to forget the pain, this time all the functions of the brain were being used to secrete the intracerebral drug.

Jinseong’s brain, without even judging itself, began to emit endorphins and enkephalins, just like squeezing juice from a fruit, only under the influence of vibration.

That moment when the effects of pain and intracerebral drugs are balanced.

No pain, no thoughts, no happiness.

It all felt empty.

Jin-seong realized that the moment he had hoped for had arrived.

‘Samadhi.’

A world where all five senses are paralyzed.

In a world full of only silence, Jin-seong finally opened his closed eyes.

Then, as if the flame had been waiting for it, it approached and penetrated his eyes.

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Jinseong’s pupils contained flames and emitted red and blue light alternately, and the pupils constantly contracted and expanded repeatedly.

But instead of burning his pupils, the flame wanted to seize his eyes, and instead of blinding him, it wanted to see the world through his eyes.

Jinseong readily accepted it, and the flame settled in his eyes and looked at the world through his eyesight.

And with flames.

With the pain of burning flesh.

I put my will into the vibration that contained the sound and said it.

Only the pure will be able to retain their form.

Only the wise can brighten the world.

Purity and wisdom are sacred, and the unclean will disappear without leaving ashes.

The flame looked at the world through his eyes.

In Jinseong’s field of vision, he saw a world full of only silence.

Still.

Without external conditions that shake the ego.

Only a quiet and still world.

The flame considered his vision undeniable.

So it followed his optic nerve inward and made its way to his brain.

The flame looked at the world through his thoughts.

Jinseong’s brain was calmly seated, and even in the external condition of pain, it was settled in its place without any bias.

The mind raised infinitely by samadhi seemed pure to the judgment of the flame.

The flame considered his mind undeniable.

Thus, he opened the boundary between material and non-material and moved to his soul through his body and mind.

The flame looked at the world with his soul.

Jinseong’s soul was twisted.

Witchcraft is the power to change the body and the soul.

No matter how careful I was, I couldn’t avoid it.

Just as you can’t avoid aging your body just because you hate getting older.

Even if you say you don’t like dying, one day your life will end.

His soul was also altered by witchcraft.

However, change is not necessarily a bad thing.

The flame only saw a soul full of longing for witchcraft.

Flame is magicI saw a soul trying to take off its womb and move forward.

The flame saw the essence of a soul with an unshakable will.

The flame believed that his soul was not unclean.

So judge.

The body is pure.

Spirit is pure.

The soul is also pure.

He deserved to survive the holy fire.

The sacred fire burned instead of burning the true nature.

Just as Jinseong wanted to use his body as a candle to emit light, he burned his body made of flames as firewood. He ignited sparks with flames, and blossomed with the sacredness he possessed.

Then, the flame that constantly burns Jinseong and gave him pain changed its nature and healed his body.

The melted skin became a new, smooth skin, and his intestines, which had been ripening in the heat, turned into new ones. All the miasma, chemicals, and fat that had accumulated were burned away, leaving only the beneficial in his body. However, the parasites in his body were also almost burned, but because of Jinseong’s will, he fell into a long sleep with the heat of the flame.

The spirit of Jinseong is the same.

The spirit of Jinseong, who had reached the state of serene samadhi, became a state of deeper stillness as the fire without smoke passed, and his spirit expanded at once by lighting a flame deep in his mind. It is like an open landscape after a fire in a large forest, allowing us to taste the vast spiritual world without any obstacles.

And in his soul there was an unquenchable fire.

The sacred flame penetrated the twisted and twisted parts, leaving embers behind, and a part of Jinseong’s soul turned into charcoal with embers.

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Jinsung’s actions were enough to shock everyone.

She lights a fire on the altar, leaves the shaman she thought she was going to offer as a sacrifice, anoints herself with oil and walks into the fire?

It was something that only a madman could do.

Rise closed her eyes tightly at that terrible sight, and the mercenaries had no choice but to stare blankly at it with their mouths wide open at the crazy sight they had never seen before.

Even the warriors who were groaning in pain after turning off the fire on her body looked at it with a face as if their eyes would pop out.

However, Jinseong, who entered the fire, did not die for a long time.

Float in the air in the same sitting position.

My body changed as if I was born anew.

‘Hwangol metamorphosis?!’

Its appearance was similar to that of someone familiar with martial arts.