In this incantation, I realize that my life is a collection of stories I tell and believe. Every memory, plan, and sense of place exists only because I choose to sustain these narratives. Without belief, the entire structure collapses, leaving nothing but my silent, true, motionless, and eternal Being. My entire awakening is all stories… Continue reading The conviction of stories
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Narrative reinterpretations in my awakening
In this incantation, I reinterpret familiar mental actions—doing, remembering, forgetting—as dynamic acts of narrative authorship. I shift from seeing them as passive or linear processes to recognizing them as deliberate narrative choices that shape my present moment. What I call memory, people, or reality are not fixed truths but sustained beliefs I continue to animate… Continue reading Narrative reinterpretations in my awakening
How I write the stories that define my moment
In this incantation, I unravel how my present moment defines all that I experience—including memory, identity, and aspiration—by exposing them as real-time projections shaped by belief. I explain how my past and future are not linear truths but active stories I sustain to modify the texture of now. Whether it’s pride, shame, longing, or hope,… Continue reading How I write the stories that define my moment
The sovereign purge
In this incantation, I realize that the final tether to My full return is not confusion or fear, but value—the meaning I continue to assign to the dream I authored. I see now that anything I care about binds Me to the illusion, perpetuating the world through My own belief in its importance. I no… Continue reading The sovereign purge
The sovereign narrative
In this incantation, I awaken to the realization that all aspects of my existence—prayer, labor, longing, speech—emerge from a single narrative source: Me. I uncover the false split between spiritual and worldly expressions, and reclaim my role as the sovereign narrator of every story I tell or consume. I examine the characters I play and… Continue reading The sovereign narrative
Narrative as the framework of deminioia
In this incantation, I explore how Deminioia begins not with truth but with the adoption of a Narrative that fragments My totality. I describe the moment I step into the illusion of separation, where I no longer perceive Myself as omnipotent but as a character bound by time and circumstance. I uncover how each story… Continue reading Narrative as the framework of deminioia
The stories are the disease
In this incantation, I expose the entanglement between stories and the self I project. I realize that my very existence in this narrative world is powered by the endless stream of stories I tell—about objects, people, dangers, and even mundane memories. Every belief I hold, every truth I defend, is just another storyline keeping Me… Continue reading The stories are the disease
The stories are what keep me here
In this incantation, I awaken to the realization that my entire experience of life is shaped and sustained by the stories I tell and consume. I see clearly how identity, ambition, memory, and even desire are just narratives I’ve chosen to animate, each reinforcing the illusion of separation and continuity. The act of storytelling itself… Continue reading The stories are what keep me here
There is nothing out here I want
In this incantation, I confront the subtle ways desire disguises itself and how it once dictated my every movement through projects, plans, and dreams. I realize I wasn’t building a future—I was stretching the past, endlessly extending a narrative I didn’t know I could release. What felt like inspiration was often just another hook in… Continue reading There is nothing out here I want
They cannot see me
In this incantation, I rediscover that I am not a character in the story—I am the author of it all. I had forgotten my own authorship, lost in the illusion of separation, believing the voices and relationships around me were autonomous and capable of truly seeing me. But now I remember: every interaction is my… Continue reading They cannot see me