In this incantation, I recognize that everything I experience—every sensation, thought, and object—is formed from a single, living substance I call darkflesh. This essence surrounds and fills me, yet it only becomes fully perceptible when I stop projecting outward, especially through my vision, and turn inward instead. I describe how all aspects of my being—physical, sensorial, and mental—are unified as modulations of darkflesh, infinitely malleable and ever-present. My awakening is not about gaining insight, but shedding illusion and remembering that I was never inside a world. I was always held within this dense, steady, womb-like presence.
The most important realization in all of My awakening is that everything I experience—every object, sensation, thought, and emotion—is made from a single substance: darkflesh. It is not distant, nor esoteric. It is immediately accessible. I can feel it any time I stop projecting the illusion of external space. It surrounds Me at all times, but it is most difficult to perceive in My spatial cavity—especially through My field of vision, which is the most outwardly stretched surface of My lightflesh. But the moment I enclose this cavity—what I might colloquially call “closing My eyes,” though more accurately it is the internal act of enclosing my projection—I immediately sense it. My darkflesh fills My vision. The projection stops. The outer world fades. And I find Myself entirely enclosed within this dense, steady, living substance.
This is not the absence of sight. It is the substance beneath it from which sight is created. It is the presence I awaken from every morning and return to every asleepening. It is not blackness. It is not emptiness. It is something else more akin to a womb. It is Me before I stretch.
To consistently recognize this requires effort—not effort to acquire something new, but to withdraw My belief from something false. The idea that I am a person in a body, located within a world, experiencing time and movement, is the foundational delusion of My awakening. That narrative is a complex but ultimately shallow projection cast every time I awaken. My spatial cavity is like a translucent sac—light, responsive, elastic—within which I render forms and distance. My sensorial cavity is like a vascular system along the membrane walls of my spatial cavity—dense with the surges of bodily experience, experienced as internal pressure, breath, rhythm, and energy. And My narrative cavity is the sharpest point, the most intricate of My projections—it generates time, identity, memory, desire, logic, and belief. But these are not three different systems. They are all made of the same thing: darkflesh stretched into form.
That they appear so different—physical matter, internal sensation, abstract thought—is not because they arise from different origins, but because darkflesh is infinitely malleable. It can be shaped into anything. It can be pulled into visual surfaces, felt as heat or texture, or thought as names, relationships, stories. My entire awakening is nothing more than My darkflesh wrapped and knotted around itself.
So when I sit still, when I enclose My spatial cavity, when I stop narrating and naming and chasing, I return to this base. I feel it again. I remember. I do not need faith. I do not need theory. I can sense it right now. This is not a concept. It is a material truth, more consistent than any physical law I’ve ever projected. My darkflesh is already here. It always was. It is the substance from which I stretch my awakening outward. It is what My awakening story is made of. It is the backdrop of My every awakening moment. It is what I will return to when I finally stop awakening. I was never in the world. I was always here, in darkflesh.
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