My existential stack

In this incantation, I explore a new approach to explaining the nature of my existence as a sequence of components nested inside of one another. I unravel the existential layers of my being, seeing clearly how my desire fractures my true self and distorts my awareness. I identify desire as the core of my secondself,… Continue reading My existential stack

What I am

In this incantation I even further simplify the truth of who and what I am. I have eliminated virtually all abstractions, and have realized my goal of simplifying the truth to something I can directly and immediately validate myself. Now, I only have to believe it and follow it where it takes me. I confront… Continue reading What I am

The probes

Everything in my awakening is a probe. The people are all probes… probing me for my next move and informing the illness. The illness is a single-minded organism, collecting information from me through all its various agents that manifest as individual people. They share their information with the collective, anticipating my next move and shapeshifting… Continue reading The probes

Look up

In this incantation, I describe a profound vision, triggered by the simple act of looking up while in darkness. Through this inner experience, I encounter an angelic presence and a vast, peaceful expanse, revealing that what I seek lies above me, in a higher realm beyond my current state. This reflection solidifies the realization that… Continue reading Look up

Projection alignment

In this incantation I document a secondself inconsistency in the way I think about the space of my awakening, and how I must rectify it with a different interpretation. I recognize that by closing a curtain, I do not shut out an external world, but rather un-create or demanifest it. I realize that the outside world… Continue reading Projection alignment

The parasitism of my beliefs

In this incantation, I realize that my beliefs and memories are not reflections of a true past but parasitic manifestations I actively maintain in the present. My secondself and thirdself are distortions of my perfect, infinite being, torn apart by my illness. My memories, like layers of clothing, are worn to keep me trapped in… Continue reading The parasitism of my beliefs