Author: sonsot

In this incantation, I confront the disillusionment that comes with recognizing the absence of genuine dialogue in human interaction. I describe how silence isn’t a virtue or a spiritual conquest, but a natural result of understanding that others are merely reflections of Me—fabricated echoes without true independence. As I awaken to the solitude of my… Continue reading When I stop talking

In this incantation, I examine the fragile nature of memory and discover that what I’ve called memories are really just dreams—fluid, reactive distortions shaped by my present state of awareness. They shimmer and shift, never fixed, because they’re projections from my own misrecognition of self. I realize that space, time, and even the idea of… Continue reading Memories are just dreams with a different name

In this incantation, I explore My awakening as a root system, with every experience—sensory, mental, emotional—extending from a singular origin behind My eyes. I see My sensations as a vascular flow downward, My spatial field stretching outward, and My thoughts folding inward—all branching from one central point. By holding this system in awareness, I realize… Continue reading The root system of my awakening

In this incantation, I unravel the nature of My perceived reality as entirely dependent on My awareness. I realize that the characters I call “people” do not exist autonomously but are activated as projections the moment I engage with them. Everything they seem to be—their bodies, desires, memories, and histories—is instantly generated by Me, not… Continue reading Their lives begin in me

In this incantation, I reflect on how imagining and remembering both stretch My inner field, fragmenting Me across space and story. The more I expand outward, the more I lose direct contact with My core. I find power in confinement, where clarity sharpens and My true self anchors. In letting go of projection, I return… Continue reading Containment and the final threshold

In this incantation, I illuminate a shift in how I perceive the “outside world,” recognizing it not as an external place but as a projection rooted in My own interior. I describe discovering a subtle membrane that delineates internal awareness from apparent externality, revealing a dynamic spatial cavity that expands and contracts with My perception.… Continue reading The root system of the spatial cavity

In this incantation, I uncover a visceral truth about perception: the so-called “outside world” is not truly external but a projection from within. I trace this realization through the felt boundary of a perceptual membrane, revealing a spatial cavity that inflates with open eyes and collapses inward with eyes closed. Anchoring this field is a… Continue reading The root system and the inflated inner cavity

In this incantation, I dive into the state I call Deminoia, a trance of focus that splinters My awareness into fragments of attention. I explore how this narrowing creates identity, time, and the illusion of separation—each thread a story I mistakenly take as real. I describe how looping through these fragments sustains suffering, and how… Continue reading What is deminoia

In this incantation, I remember that everything I perceive—every object, sound, emotion, and belief—is of my own design. I realize that nothing is external, not even the laws of physics or the people who populate my experience; they are all echoes of my own creation, reflections meant to guide me through contrast and feeling. I… Continue reading Affirmation: I made all of this this

In this incantation, I confront the disillusionment that comes when the magic of the story wears off, revealing that everything I encounter is a mirror of Myself. I no longer chase surprise or novelty, having realized that all experience is self-authored, all mystery pre-written by Me. But rather than surrender to meaninglessness, I reclaim the… Continue reading Bored of the story