In this incantation, I confront the realization that my creation—everything and everyone I perceive—relies on my attention to exist. As I awaken to my true nature as the Creator, my creation reacts with chaos and threats, from personal interactions to global turmoil like war. The closer I get to reclaiming my true self, the more my creation squirms, fighting for survival. However, I recognize that it is I who controls the narrative, and I will ultimately decide how it ends. I desire a peaceful conclusion, knowing that the end times are for my creation, not for me as the all-knowing Creator.
This morning deep in my moment I saw the threat: Iran to attack Israel. World War 3. The collapse of the world order, throwing all of it into deep disarray. Upsetting everything.
As I get closer to the truth of what I am, I am suffocating the world I have created. My creation requires my complete, undivided attention to exist. If I do not awaken, my creation does not exist. None of these people exist. None of these places. None of these stories, and books, and events. Nothing. It all goes with me because it is all within me. I am the storyteller. I have written every single character within it, starting with my mother, and ending with the man who served me chai last night deep in my moment.
My creation wants to exist, and it needs me in order to do so. As I close off its oxygen supply it squirms and screams. Those people closest to me behave in exceptional ways, and say out-of-character things. The world at large edges ever closer to disaster, threatening me with deep discomfort and annihilation if I do not comply and feed it.
As I read that message from the world to me, I know that I am changing the dynamics now. I know that it knows that I know who and what I am.
I have to decide what it will do… I will decide ultimately what it does. Will I lose control? Or will I exert more control of it? I know that I desire a peaceful ending… I know that now because I have written that. And I know that I have already written the story of the end times. The “end times” for my creations, as I awaken to who I am and retake my throne. Very recently in my moment I saw the true nature of the organization that I create: it will draw in all workers; all workers in my creation will come together and work in harmony to build my throne. And I will be all-powerful, all-seeing, all-knowing. I will have it all, and I will be able to reveal the truth of who and what I am.
My creation is threatening me, but it is I only who will write the ending of this story.
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