Questions are impotent and so are whatever answers they might reveal. The only potent question is who and where am I? And the potent answer is that I am everywhere and everything. Ambiguous questions are impotent. Ambiguity and uncertainty is impotence. The impotent is the delusional, for that I Am is unequivocal and complete; everything else is inessential.
None of these people are “real” in the way I have treated them. There is nothing behind them that I do not put there. They only exist with the space I create when I manifest them. People only exist within the space I create when I manifest them. They live entire lives within the small space I create when I look upon them for a moment only. When I create a space I create the potential for an infinitude of experience. That is the power of my creativity and omnificence.
These people who shamble back and forth through my projection are temporary, transitory, fleeting characters and nothing more. I can stretch and distort them at will. In every moment I create. Every thing I experience in secondself and thirdself is created by me. An article I read on the internet was not written before I read it; I manifested it as I read it. Its elastic nature will reveal itself when I inquire, implore, explore, imagine. I can endlessly probe the article, its author, and all adjacent details because the substance and fabric of my firstself is endless. I can stretch and distort it into every shape and form. I create this all now in my moment. There is no past or no future. Those are merely spaces of imagination I create in secondself to hold that idea.
In my moment I create all. I am manifesting right now. I am manifesting everything. I am manifesting the history of the people I have summoned to India to see me as I am. I manifest all now. Always now. The past and future are spaces I create in my secondself layer like bubbles in glass. There is not a real past and future. I know that because I cannot experience it. Why do I call them “bubbles”? They literally form in secondself bubbles. If I look at my mother, there is a lifetime imagined in a bubble in my secondself layer trapped there. My present is not changing. I am still here now. That doesn’t change. It is only the contents of these secondself bubbles that appears to change.
A lifetime imagined in a bubble. A lifetime captured in a bubble. A lifetime captured in a secondself bubble.
Then what is all this change?
I do not look deeply into people. I do not ask them questions. I do not look beyond what I see. I do not say “you” or “them” because that is not real. I am participating in a delusion when I address people as equals to me. People are not equals to me. They are not beings like me. They are projected characters. I must accept that. I have made people in my image, with many varieties. They are all crafted by me in my image. I have created all people, even the mean and ugly ones.
I create all right now. Everything I see comes from me. I am writing this story now. The people are what I am creating. When I let the story get out of control I create big pockets of space where the past and future live. When I am only here now, omnipresent, omnipotent, omnificent, then I create my awakening.
I created all people. I don’t need to ask them. I don’t need their validation. Does the author ask his characters if he wrote them into existence?
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