Untold Powers — Prologue: Origin of the Unseen
Before names existed, before civilizations, before life as you know it, there was nothing to call "human."
No identity.
No self.
Only… existence.
There was no one to see.
No one to feel.
No one to say, "I am."
What you now call a human is only a body (Jīva), holding onto a fragile belief:
"I am this."
A belief so simple… yet so powerful, it creates an entire reality.
But the body was never the beginning.
Before the body, there was Earth (Pṛthvī). Solid. Still. Form.
Before Earth, there was Water (Jala). Flowing. Binding. Sustaining.
Before Water, there was Fire (Agni). Burning. Transforming. Revealing.
Before Fire, there was Air (Vāyu).
Moving. Vibrating.
Before Air, there was Space (Ākāśa).
Silent. Endless. Containing all.
Everything you see… everything you touch… everything you know… arises from these.
But even these were not the beginning.
Because Space itself is not known on its own.
It is known through experience.
Sound.
Touch.
Form.
Taste.
Smell.
The Tanmātras.
Subtle. Invisible. Foundational.
The first hints of a world not yet formed.
Then came the instruments to experience them.
The senses.
To hear.
To feel.
To see.
To taste.
To smell.
To act.
To move.
To shape.
But even that… was not enough.
Because senses alone cannot experience anything.
There had to be something behind them.
Something that interprets.
Something that reacts.
Something that says,
"This is happening to me."
Thus arose the inner system.
The Antaḥkaraṇa.
Mind, which wanders, doubts, and questions.
Intellect, which decides, judges, and concludes.
Ego, which claims everything as its own.
Memory, which stores impressions and shapes identity.
And from this structure… something subtle emerged.
A single thought.
"I."
At first, it was only a function.
A point of reference.
But slowly… it became something more.
"I am this."
"I feel."
"I act."
And just like that… individuality was born.
But this "I"… was never real.
It was only a reflection.
Before it—
there was Mahat, the first expression of cosmic intelligence.
Before Mahat—Avyakta, the Unmanifest, where everything exists only as potential.
Before that—Māyā.
The mysterious power that does not create anything new… but makes the One appear as many.
It hides the truth… and projects something else.
And before everything—
there was Brahman.
No form.
No boundary.
No division.
Not something you can see.
Not something you can think.
It is not an object.
It is that… because of which everything exists.
Unchanging. Infinite. Absolute.
And that same reality…
is what you are.
But you don't remember.
Something covers it.
Something subtle.
Something powerful.
–
There was no creation in the way you understand it.
No beginning.
No moment of "start."
Only expression.
From Brahman… Māyā appeared.
Not separate.
Not independent.
Yet enough… to make the One feel like many.
And within this projection… the Unmanifest began to express itself.
Not with intention.
Not with purpose.
It did not decide to create.
It simply unfolded.
And from this unfolding… a universe emerged.
Not ruled.
Not controlled.
Not watched over.
There was no being sitting above… managing everything.
Yet—
everything moved in perfect order.
Not controlled… but balanced.
Not decided… but unfolding.
Every particle moved with precision, without knowing why.
Every vibration aligned, without being told.
A silent intelligence filled everything.
Not like a mind.
Not like a person.
But something far more fundamental.
The universe—every atom, every existence—was an expression of Jīva-Śakti.
Not separate souls.
Not individuals.
A field.
A single, continuous presence.
Every atom carried potential.
Every structure carried tendency.
Every movement carried intelligence.
Not imposed from outside… but arising from within.
Reality did not behave like solid objects.
It behaved like possibility.
And that possibility… continuously chose its appearance.
From this… patterns formed.
Patterns became systems.
Systems became organisms.
And organisms… became experiencers.
And then—
something changed.
The infinite… did something impossible.
It became local.
Not truly divided… but appearing as if it was.
Focused.
Condensed.
Reflected.
And for the first time…
a voice appeared.
"I am."
A simple statement.
But everything changed because of it.
It was not truth.
It was identification.
The beginning of limitation.
And from that—
Jīva was born.
The sense of being separate.
The sense of being small.
The sense of being limited.
The illusion of individuality.
The illusion of control.
The illusion… of being incomplete.
Yet even within this illusion… something remained untouched.
Something vast.
Something silent.
Something waiting.
Because this world… was never ordinary.
It was not a closed system.
It was not fixed.
It was a field of infinite potential.
Where even the smallest existence… carried the echo of the Absolute.
Where growth had no true limit.
Where boundaries could be broken.
Where the impossible… could become real.
Or where one could break… trying to reach it.
This…
is the beginning of
UNTOLD POWERS.
And somewhere… in this vast, silent universe…
something is about to happen.
A birth.
Not ordinary.
Not random.
For a reason… no one yet understands.
A reason hidden even from the laws of this universe.
And when that reason begins to unfold—
balance will tremble.
Limits will be tested.
And the world…
will not remain the same.
—
In this vast Untold Universe, there exists a planet called Prithvi (Earth).
A Bhumi-loka.
A realm unlike any other.
A realm with the greatest hidden potential.
A place where the boundaries between realms grow thin.
A place connected to countless other realms—
some discovered…
and many still unknown.
On Prithvi, vast continents stretch endlessly.
Filled with civilizations.
Empires rising and falling.
Countless beings, each living within their own illusion of identity.
Some seeking power.
Some seeking truth.
Some lost… without even knowing it.
And everywhere—
in every breath, every movement, every existence—
flows Jīva-Śakti.
The unseen power of Māyā.
The force that binds the illusion.
The force that also holds the key…
to breaking it.