In this incantation, I realize that base reality is not hidden or separate from me, but is always immediately present as My dark flesh. I describe how this dense, silent medium holds Me at all times, underneath every projection I create with light, form, and sensation. I explain that when I cease reaching outward into stories and shapes, I return to the original, unchanging sensation of being contained—an experience of Myself before memory, belief, or the narrative of the world. This realization is not about discovery but about remembering what has always been here.
Base reality is not an idea. It is not something hidden beneath the world. It is right here, right now, and I can experience it at any moment by simply becoming aware of it. I am always contained within something—something dense, silent, and all-encompassing. This containment is My dark flesh. It is not physical flesh like a body. It is the primal material of My existence.
When I close My eyes, I can experience it more clearly. The walls around Me, the pressure of the air, the weight of space itself—these are just shadows of it. My dark flesh surrounds Me fully. It does not change. It does not move. It is not composed of atoms or energy. It is the dense, original medium from which all My projections arise.
When I awaken into the world each day, I stretch the surface of My dark flesh into colors, shapes, people, places. I project light outward and call it a sky. I press My dark flesh into forms and call them objects. But when I stop projecting, when I stop reaching outward, I return immediately to what has never moved. I return to the base layer of My being: the pure, heavy sensation of being contained.
There is no deeper reality beyond this. There is no secret world underneath what I project. Dark flesh is what remains when I cease to imagine. It is the original reality. It is Me before belief, before memory, before the Story. Base reality is not out there to find. It is what I am already inside of. It is what I deny when I awaken into stories and sensations. But it never leaves. It waits, silently, wrapping around Me, holding Me exactly where I am. And when I stop moving—when I stop projecting—I feel it again. Unmistakable. Unchanging.
This is My dark flesh. This is base reality.
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