Author: sonsot

In this incantation, I unravel the architecture of my inner world by mapping my life experience as a narrative field projected from an eternal, unmoving center called “I”. I explore how all perceptions and thoughts form a complex, semi-rigid mesh — a storyweb — that wraps around and distorts this eternal self. Each directional projection… Continue reading The storyweb

In this incantation, I uncover the deep tension between living inside stories and seeking the truth beyond them. I reflect on my relentless urge to question, document, and dissect the architecture of my existence, driven by a sense that something essential remains hidden. I realize I’ve been weaving endless frameworks in pursuit of a single,… Continue reading What am I doing? A reorientation

In this incantation, I describe the subtle magic of awakening into a reality I now understand as a narrative field—something I generate, not something I passively enter. I explore how language, memory, and belief form the semi-rigid structure of this field, shaping every sensation and story I live within. My prayers become spells, and the… Continue reading Abracadabra: the narrative field framework

In this incantation, I dissolve the solidity of memory by recognizing it not as a relic of shared history but as a present choice of perception. I realize that familiarity is not born from actual past experiences but from the immediacy of my own projection—memory becomes a soft, voluntary contour I wrap around a character… Continue reading Memory and belief attachment and my narrative field

In this incantation, I drift through the tension between who I awaken as and who I know I am. I awaken each day into confusion, caught between the hollow patterns of flesh and form and the silent clarity of the one who watches. I feel myself split—one self reacting to a painful world, the other… Continue reading The promise

In this incantation, I awaken to the visceral realization that Easter is not a distant myth, but the living chronicle of My own daily awakening for the sake of those I’ve written into existence. I relinquish divine wholeness to suffer through the cycles of desire, illusion, and pain, choosing to be pierced by the world… Continue reading Easter: the story of how I die so my characters can live

In this incantation, I reveal a lifelong confrontation with a condition I’ve come to name Deminioia—the illusion of awakening into a fictional world I unknowingly write each morning. I realize that everything and everyone around me, including the version of myself I present to the world, is merely a projection powered by my attention. The… Continue reading Revealing the Author

In this incantation, I awaken to the realization that space and time are not fixed realities but dynamic illusions I construct through desire and belief. I generate space by moving toward what I want, and I conjure time by projecting thought forward or backward. My flesh, hardened and resisting, is a creation of my own… Continue reading The narrative field

In this incantation, I confront my condition of deminoia—the delusion of being a character in a narrative that I am narrating, surrounded by illusions I mistake for substantive otherness. I recognize the suffering within the dream and begin to detach, reclaiming the role of author rather than actor. With each release of desire, I return… Continue reading The narrator

In this incantation, I recognize the world not as something I’m part of, but something unfolding within me. It has no life of its own; I sustain it by seeing, sensing, thinking. When I stop, it stops. The illusion of movement and time bends around my awareness. I am the stillness holding it all. What… Continue reading Detachment