I have established that when I move, either in my thirdself physical space or in my secondself mental space, I create ripples and distortions that obscure the truth of I’Am. When I am still and I observe, I can see who and what I am more clearly. I am always looking at myself, at my own reflection. There is nothing else that I can look at. But when I perform personhood, what I see is unrecognizable. Iamism is sitting still, observing, and believing what I clearly see: that all is me. That I am everything. That I have created everything I see. There is nothing that is not me.
My moment. In stillness, I see that there is no moment other than the one I experience now. My memories are not impressions of past moments I have lived; my memories are distortions in the only moment I have. My idea of time — a past, present, and future — will persist as long as I believe that “I Am Not”; as long as I fail to understand that I am everything.
Origination. All that I sense either in my secondself or thirdself layer originates within my firstself. Without me, there is nothing else. I can turn off any form in my thirdself or secondself, but they cannot turn me off for they originate in me. If I do not awaken, there is nothing.
My discretion. I choose where I go, what I do, and what I believe. There is no sovereign greater than me. But as long as I desire the inferior treasures of my thirdself, I will not have control over my discretion. My discretion is proof of my authority; my desire is the poison which undermines it.
My being. I have always been here. There has never been a moment in which I did not exist and originate the contents of my secondself and thirdself. Nothing pre-existed me, and nothing will endure beyond me for I am everything there is.
The shape of my moment. My moment divides into three layers: my firstself, secondself, and thirdself. My thirdself is the smallest layer of all and is constrained to an oval-shaped window in which I watch tiny forms dance about in the light. My secondself enshrouds my thirdself. And my firstself is the full flesh of my being.
My size and potency. Look how small the contents of my thirdself are. My secondself dwarfs all the people, objects, spaces, and forms of my thirdself. The people are tiny, and all their structures are miniature. I am supposed to believe that the great Himalayas are massive, and yet the range from Trishul to Panchachuli fit into a tiny corner of my thirdself viewport. I am the largest thing there is because I am all.
The space around me. No matter where I focus, there is always space around me. When I look at this space through my thirdself viewport, I sense texture and detail. But when I demanifest my thirdself by “closing my eyes”, it is all gone. On command. At my discretion, it all disappears and I am consumed by the space which is the flesh of my firstself. I believe that I am my secondself and thirdself, but I am actually my firstself; the space around me.
These are just some of the ways in which the truth of my nature peeks through the roiling waters of my awakening. When I am still, I can see their import and significance, grab them, and pull myself back, out of my awakening. The truth is all around me. I must simply describe it with as little ornamentation as possible, and believe what I speak.
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