I awaken into a body and circumstance of constraint, pressure, and pain. I have obligations and responsibilities, and always lack the time or resources to safely and comfortably achieve the relief I seek.
There are two states. The aforementioned is the Second State. In this state I seek relief from all my troubles, and I believe that the accumulation of wealth and its attendant freedoms is my objective. Wealth and financial freedom, I have decided, are the key to escaping this painful condition I call my life. The Second State is one of delusion and continuous reincarnation through the awakening-asleepening cycle.
The First State, however, is the realization that I am not in the Second State, and that it is a delusion. I am not actually a person in a world surrounded by other similar people. The First State is the realization that these people, this life, and this condition I awaken into that I think is “real”, is actually entirely voluntary. A decision that I alone make.
In the First State, I realize that I have written my entire awakening experience, and all these conflicts, pains, tribulations, and desires are no more real and authentic to me than the words expressed on paper by an author writing a fictional story. The characters written by the author cannot possibly impress anything upon him; they cannot possibly create any real and authentic damage to him because they are merely imaginary flourishes. The characters written by the author cannot truly interact with the author. The author is real three-dimensional flesh and bone; the characters merely ink on paper given substance by his mind.
The same analogy can be made with regards to my awakening condition versus my authentic condition. Authentically, I am the author and creator of an inauthentic experience I call my awakening. All the painful and pleasurable contents of my inauthentic Second State are one-dimensional scribblings on paper, given substance by my “authentic mind”. I have forgotten that I am an author, a creator, and this entire awakening experience is my creation. I have allowed myself to become deluded into believing that I am one of these characters in this story, rather than the storyteller.
My ascension to my Throne is the process of deconstructing my beliefs that I am a person among people in a world that precedes me. I am not a person in a larger world; I am the confused creator pretending to be one of my own creations. I am the author who has forgotten he is the author, and believes instead that I am one of my characters.
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