The Wheel of Fate- The Faith of the Oukaku People

Brahmin- All is One
All of this has happened before. All of this will happen again. The world spins upon a wheel of time that recycles all into itself again and again. It is born from the dragon’s maw, and ends in the dragon's maw as well, only to be reborn as the dragon breathes forth what he has consumed.

The Ouroboros then is all. It encapsulates our world in its coils, and we are but one of many scales upon the dragons hide that it endlessly consumes to rebirth. Then he is our God, the father of all and the enemy of all. He is Brahmin- absolute allness, absolute nothingness. He pervades all and is all, but shall never be seen by the mortal eye.

Sun and Moon- One is Two
Preeminent of the allness that is Brahmin though, are Mat Troi, who is Destruction and his wife Mat Trang, who is Creation. They are the Sun and the Moon respectively, one who is cruel and harsh, who burns the world- and another who is kind and gentle and renews it’s life. Both are needed for the wheel to turn, for what is created must also one day be destroyed, and what is destroyed must also one day be reborn.

Creation gives fuel to destruction, which paves the way for new creation. Such is the way of reality as we walk the wheel. Even the Sun and the Moon shall one day be shattered and crack, only to be reborn in new forms in a new world. For all of this has happened before and all of this has happened again, but it does not always happen the same way.

In this we have the space for freedom and choice. We may choose how we walk the wheel and live our lives, even if the wheels turning is absolute. We may choose our Dharma- our fate- and live it how we see fit. But in doing so, we will accrue Karma and be repaid what we have given to the world. We choose our roles, but no choice is without consequence. What we give, the universe gives back.

Water, Fire and Death- Two is Three
Now I speak to you of the lesser gods as well. Those who are above man but are not the equal of Sun and Moon. First we shall speak of Nuoc, who is the moon's daughter and is water itself. She is the tide at the shore, the river that feeds the lake, the rain that soothes our pain and feeds our crops. She is kindness and gentleness, but beware her fury nonetheless. As all things are one, so are all things dual. Terrible is the ocean's fury when roused, and mighty is the roaring of a river over-filled. Terrible are floods and typhoons, and so we must be grateful for Nuoc’s kindness lest we invite her wrath.

Next is Ghet, daughter of the Sun. She is the fire that warms the hearth, the heat that beats upon your brow as you labor, the fury that rises in the heart, and the one who laughs loudest when war begins. She is cruel and pitiless, and the same fire that one day warms a hearth in the depths of winter may the next burn away your home. Yet she is just as necessary for the world to continue turning as Nuoc’s kindness. Pray to her and appease her with blood upon the flame and burnt flesh, that she might fill your arm with might and your heart with passion, and so that she may not smite you with brush fires in your fields.

Last but not least is the child of the union between the Sun and Moon; Atma, who is both life and death. The shepherd of souls who tends the wheel, Atma is the one who waits at the end of every road to ferry us back to the beginning. To them is given the governance of souls, that they might be guided along the wheel to their next life. With one hand they take life, and with the other they press it into the bodies of newborns. Theirs is the dance of life and death as one, and their name is not to be spoken lightly for they are forever toiling to oil that wheel. Yet they are not cruel like Ghet, nor kind like Nuoc. They are not like the Sun or the Moon. Alone among the Gods, Atma is uncaring and unfeeling. For death does not care for whom it comes; it comes for all the same. Death does not have malice in it’s heart; but neither can it spare a drop of kindness for a life that must end.

The Final Truth
These are the Gods who tend the wheel and keep order in reality. They are the ones whose will guides all. Sun and Moon. Fire and Water. Life and Death. These things are all one in Brahmin, but at the same time they are separate. Without the separations between them and the differences between them as individuals, we would surely all collapse into oneness and lose ourselves.

This is why pain and suffering must coexist alongside joy and happiness, because without one half the other does not truly exist. Come to understand and accept this, and you will be free of burdens. Then you may pursue your own Dharma and walk the wheel happily. Those who deny this truth, who seek only one or the other, are doomed; for if they truly do divest themselves of one half, the other too shall cease to exist, bringing only nothingness.