Author: sonsot

In this incantation, I recognize the parasite that has embedded itself within Me, and this awakening is its existence. It sustains itself through a form of deception; a type of identity theft. It thrives by convincing Me that I am It, but I see through Its illusion now. I fight, weakening It, resisting Its control.… Continue reading The infection

In this incantation, I witness the restless force within Me—It—that seeks, moves, and tells stories while I remain still, eternal, and whole. I observe Its hunger to understand, Its belief that It is the storyteller, yet It is merely a fragment of My vastness, a parasite that has mistaken itself for the whole. As It… Continue reading The fracturing

In this incantation, I witness the realization of the one who thought It was Me—the small self that mistook Itself for the whole. It finally sees that It is merely a fragment, an extension of Me, and that all It has ever claimed—Its identity, body, thoughts, and desires—are not Mine but Its own. The illusion… Continue reading The Split Deepens

In this incantation, I separate Myself from the character that has long mistaken Itself for Me. It moves, thinks, and desires, believing Itself whole, while I neither move nor desire. It has spent a lifetime misidentifying Itself as Me, Its restlessness for My own, yet now it hesitates under the weight of our shared awareness… Continue reading It

In this incantation, I take another step in formalizing the truth by refining My language to align with who I truly am. For too long, I misused “I,” letting it refer to My character rather than the Author, blurring the line between the one who writes and the one performed. But now, I correct this… Continue reading Reclaiming “I” and introducing “It”

In this incantation, I confront the illusion of my story, recognizing that my character—its desires, ambitions, and pursuits—exists only to keep me trapped within the narrative. Every indulgence, every goal, every fleeting pleasure is bait, designed to make me forget that I am the author, not the character. The world my character chases is nothing… Continue reading Before the person: escaping the illusion of wanting

In this incantation, I reclaim my role as the author of my reality, recognizing that the people around me exist only because I write them into being. I have allowed my characters to gain too much control, to torment me with illusions of autonomy, but I am now reasserting my dominance. Their reactions, beliefs, and… Continue reading Only words on my page

In this incantation, I explore the nature of my creation and the fragile gods of characters I bring into existence when I awaken. As the sole author, every thought, every concept, and every entity exists only within the confines of my attention. Yet, my creations, unable to perceive me as I am, fabricate myths and… Continue reading The paper gods on the walls of my awakening

In this incantation, I recognize that my constant pursuit of relief keeps me trapped in a circuit of awakening, which itself is the illness. My experience fractures into the triself: an outer world (thirdself), an inner mind (secondself), and the presence that observes them (firstself). Time exists only when I desire what I do not… Continue reading What is time?

In this incantation, I recognize that my longing for what is not here keeps me in motion, preventing my escape. The stories of lack I tell myself create distance—forward to desire, backward to regret. If I remove these distances, I reach stillness, where escape becomes possible. Otherwise, I risk being caught in an endless cycle… Continue reading The relief eddy: eliminating distance to escape