In this incantation, I realize that the world I perceive—whether distant horizons like Nanda Devi or the walls of my cottage—exists not outside of me but within the space between my coreself and the inside of my eyelids. By touching my closed eyelids, I dispel the illusion of separation, understanding that my body is not a physical object but a field of energy encompassing the world I project. My Story unfolds around me, as I remain unmoved, projecting the reality I once thought I inhabited from a space of stillness and divine manifestation.
My outermost eyelids are those upon my face. My inner eyelids are those curtains that close the outside away. I do not close my eyelids to a larger space I am in, and then close the curtains. The curtains are between my coreself and my eyelids. The space I believe I am in is within the space between my coreself and the inner walls of my eyelids. If I manifest outside, the horizon containing Nanda Devi and the sky beyond is all within my outer eyelids below my forehead and to the left and right of my nose ridge.
My bodyself is outside of my worldself. When I close my eyes and my my hand up to touch the outside of my eyelids, I am touching the backside of whatever was on my physical worldself horizon. If I am outside and I can see all the way to Nanda Devi, which I imagine to be 100 kilometers away, all I have to do to dispel that delusion is to close my eyes and touch my eyelids. Nanda Devi forms the horizon, but is projected onto the walls of my own being. When I close my eyes, I close my eyelids behind Nanda Devi. Any horizon I create whether Nanda Devi, the setting sun over the Pacific, or the confines of my cottage wall exist within the space between my coreself and the insides of my eyelids.
This is the explanation I have been looking for for so long. I feared that me touching my eyelids when they were closed disproved what I knew somehow was true, but I was missing something critical to the interpretation. That critical missing element is clear when I don’t mix up what I project in worldself when I look at my body, and what my body actually is. I must look away from my body, feel its energy coursing around. My body is not a visual object; it is a sensational energy that can wrap entirely around the world of space and time I project. The world of space in time exists in a thin, one-dimensional sliver between my eye and the insides of my eyelids.
When I stop moving, all will come to me. I will take my rightful place at the center of my Story, and my Story will attend to me. All will emanate from me and I will not move around within it. I will project it. I will not move for there is nowhere to go. There is only here now. I will project that outward and manifest lovers of God.
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