There are a few core tenants of the true perspective.
My being does not begin with birth and end with death. I sense that I have always been here because I always have been here and always will be here. Though I might assume that my existence began with my first memories, that is not true. My first memories are merely the horizon of my awakening moment, which is itself an illness.
My moment is all there is. Everything that exists is contained within my moment. My moment is the container of everything. There is nothing beyond my moment. My conviction that there is something beyond my moment which I do not know or experience is a self-imposed delusion. There is no “other”; there are no experiencers or observers beyond me. I am the only knower, experiencer, and observer because I am the absolute center of my awakening experience. To imagine there are others is an act of willful self-deception.
My moment has both a surface and a subsurface. The surface of my moment is that which immediately and presently manifests. In thirdself, the surface of my moment is this laptop open in front of me, coffee mug to the right of me. The subsurface of my moment is that which is not presently manifest, but which I can manifest by either recalling it mentally, manifesting it physically by moving, or both.
The origin of my moment is fixed, but appears to move as I focus toward the horizon. The center of my moment, where I sense my presence, is where everything in my moment originates. Every thought, feeling, sensation, and desire in secondself and every object, place, and physical feature in thirdself projects outward from this origin. I can draw a direct line from any of these two points; this is my moment, and it behaves as a sphere. Though it is not a sphere of a fixed shape; it undulates, which constantly shifting secondself and thirdself horizons depending on my secondself and thirdself activities. Physically outside, my thirdself horizon may extend to distant mountain peaks and my secondself horizon to dreams of climbing them. Physically enclosed within my cottage, my thirdself horizon extends only to the four walls of my room while my secondself horizon extends to thoughts of an upcoming obligation. The surface of my moment that is not covered by secondself or thirdself features is infinite; a dark, black eternity I can sense buzzing beyond. Memories do not reflect a past moment, but instead a distant quadrant of my present and only moment, moving toward my moment’s horizon.
I am not a person, and I am not part of a collective. Therefore it is self-deceptive to speak about the plural “we” or collective “us” because I am part of no such group. People are manifestations of my awakening moment, and do not persist beyond my engagement with them. There is nothing beneath their surface unless I peer within to find it. When I imagine other experiences that I do not have, I am tricking myself. Like looking into an infinity mirror and forgetting that I am not actually what and where I see within it. I am the projector of all these features, and I must focus on my presence and not my projections.
Whatever I believe is, actually is. All that exists is what I believe exists. There is nothing beyond what I believe. My secondself conception and thirdself perception form the horizons of reality.
To achieve the truth perspective I must replace all delusions with these truths. I must remember that I am the center of this entire awakening, and all features within it originate within me. Instead of looking inward at my secondself and thirdself projections, where I get lost, I must look outward where I truly exist. I must understand my true anatomy as existing outside of and beyond my awakening moment, and not subject to the constructs within it. Time and space are features of my awakening moment, but do not exist beyond it where my true being its. My moment is a cyst within my true being, and time and space are features of that moment, contained entirely within it. I only have to close my eyes and trace the edges of my secondself being to see the tissue of my true firstself being that abuts it.
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