The totality of who and what I am is who and what I am right here, right now in my moment. The past I imagine happened did not. Those are just dreams, some of them ugly, all of them untrue. As long as I believe in them I will not be able to accept who and what I actually am. I will not be able to reauthor my awakening, reform, and unform. I will not be able to unwaken. There is no past and my memories are shapes in my present moment. I have no past moments of shame or imperfection, only misshaped formations in my present and only moment. I am looking at myself incorrectly, and in that I create unfair shapes in my moment; I bend and distort who and what I am. I am the author and I write my past as I choose to right now. I must choose to unwrite these memories; unform them. They are not real.
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