Author: sonsot

In this incantation, I recognize myself as the storyteller, shaping my awakening experience through memory and thought. I see how every attachment and belief binds me to the illusion that I am a person, keeping me from the vast stillness beyond the story. To truly awaken, I must unmake it all—release every story, dissolve every… Continue reading I am the storyteller

In this incantation, I explore the space between my premoment and moment—the silent place where I write my awakening. Every detail of my experience, from the people I meet to the thoughts I think, is crafted there as it unfolds. Though I can glimpse this space, the mechanics of accessing it elude me, as if… Continue reading The point between my premoment and moment

In this incantation, I unravel the nature of my reality, realizing that I am not a character within this world but its author. My journey toward this understanding began with a moment of clarity, a thread I pulled until the illusion unraveled. Time, I discover, is the grand deception—convincing me that I exist within a… Continue reading Awakening and the wallpaper

In this incantation, I reject the notion of my memory as a passive recording and see it as a living agreement shaping my present experience. My memories fluctuate, altering my perception of my waking reality, intertwining my outer manifestations with deep inner movements. The present is always complete, yet my understanding of it shimmers, shifting… Continue reading The magnetic moment

In this incantation, I see time as a creation of my own longing. It arises when I perceive a gap between my present experience and an imagined, more fulfilled future. If I resist dissatisfaction, time presses upon me, urging movement. If I accept the present fully, time dissolves. I am not within time—I generate it,… Continue reading The two layers of my experience

In this incantation, I examine why I forget when I awaken and how the subsurface turbulence blinds me. I see that my desire arises from forgetting my being, and only in a still, undisturbed awakening can I reclaim my knowing. As I shape my reality, I realize that even fulfillment may not satisfy me—for I… Continue reading Forgetting and awakening

I’m getting closer to grasping time and memories. There is only now. But what are my memories? They aren’t fixed records of a past; they are projections—outward reflections of what I believe myself to be. Because I don’t fully understand who or what I am, my projections shimmer. That shimmering isn’t me changing over time—it’s… Continue reading The fall

In this incantation, I confront the tension between knowing and believing, recognizing that true conviction dissolves outdated habits effortlessly. I also examine how overanalyzing experience obscures its raw clarity. In India, I am welcomed warmly, yet when I impose historical or cultural narratives, I dilute the moment’s purity. Presence demands trust in what simply is—untainted… Continue reading Latent manifestation

In this incantation, I awaken to the illusion that my world is nothing but a self-spun narrative. Every belief, relationship, and goal is a fiction I sustain, searching for something I think I’ve lost. But there is nothing here—only hollow reflections of a deeper truth I refuse to see. To return home, I must reject… Continue reading Write the ending

In this incantation, I explore the truth of my existence as the creator of the world I experience when I awaken: my “inner reality”. My inner reality is a projection of stories nested within other stories that obscure my true nature as the only being here. I recognize that my inner reality persists because of… Continue reading Stories within stories