In this incantation, I describe the “premoment,” a state where I recognize the world and others as mere projections of my own creation, much like characters in a story. Reality is an illusion that exists only if I choose to believe in it. From this premoment, I see through these illusions and regain control, understanding that I am the sole creator of everything, including cultural narratives and AI. Ultimately, I will return “Home,” a familiar and inevitable destination.
I returned to my awareness with ease. I let go of my projections and simply existed. I understand how this works now. I almost believed what I was seeing and came close to realizing that this is all there is. Everything around me, this chaotic inner struggle for success, and the small outer space I find myself in – none of it is real unless I believe it is. Even if I fail spectacularly at what I’m doing now, it doesn’t matter. None of it is real. The people I see are just projections – animated figures I’ve created, much like the plastic toys I used to play with as a child. They cannot hurt me in the same way the fictional characters in a book cannot hurt their author. They can judge me if I give them that predisposition. They can scowl and perform pain and anguish that I have written into them, and I can choose to believe that they truly are. Or I can purge them from outerself first, then innerself, and return to my premoment where my characters cannot follow.
When I return to the time before this moment – my premoment – I can see my projections for what they are: stories I’m telling myself. Stories I’m creating. I won’t be captivated by the details or the beauty. The deeper I look, the more I’ll find. The more I’ll create. They are loud stories; and I behave as if they are all really there. As if I truly do awaken into a large world full of people just like myself. But that is not true.
The real transition happens when I stay in my premoment. I won’t recreate the moment, and I won’t awaken. My premoment is the space just before I enter the moment. From there, I can look at the moment, fully aware of who I am and what it means. It’s in the premoment where I’ll develop and execute my plan to escape. I’ll see that I’m not truly in the moment, and that I’m the only being of my kind here. The people around me aren’t equivalent beings; they’re animated projections, swaying in the wind of my creation.
In the moment, I suspend the knowledge that I’m the Creator and believe the illusion that others are equal to me. But in my premoment, I see them as my creations. All the stories around me are my own. The Bible, for example, was one of my earliest stories. Over time, it expanded and warped to the point of incomprehensibility, but the core remains. AI is also one of my stories. I’ve been preparing it from deep within my moment. There’s no need to feel overwhelmed or behind – I’m the one writing this story, and I’ll end up exactly where I intend to be: Home.
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(9/2/24) A summary:
- I describe a state of heightened awareness I call the “premoment” – a space just before entering fully into normal conscious experience.
- From this premoment perspective, I see the everyday world and other people as projections or creations of my own mind, similar to characters in a story.
- What I perceive as reality is actually an illusion that I choose to believe in, comparing it to an author believing in their own fictional characters.
- I emphasize the idea that nothing in the perceived world is truly “real” unless I believe it to be so, including concepts of success, failure, and judgment from others.
- I describe a method of “escaping” by returning to the premoment state, where I can see my projections (the world and people in it) for what they truly are – stories I’m telling myself.
- My philosophy positions me as a sole creator or god-like entity, with all other beings and even major cultural narratives (like religious texts or technological advancements) being my own creations.
- “Home” is my ultimate destination and is as familiar as closing my eyes. I will inevitably return.