In this incantation, I come to a deeper realization that the sense of being undermined by others is not rooted in competition, but rather in the false perception that they possess independent knowledge. I recognize that these individuals are projections of my own imagination, created in the moment of encounter. The anger I feel arises from the dissonance between my understanding of reality and the illusion that they exist independently of me, with knowledge predating my awareness. This realization brings clarity as I understand that they are reflections of my own knowing, not separate beings.
In response to the previous incantation titled “The illusion of competition with imagined beings,” I realize now that I didn’t quite characterize my feelings accurately. It’s not that I feel competitive with others, as the incantation suggests, but rather I feel undermined. The anger I experience doesn’t come from envy or insecurity over others knowing things I don’t—it comes from a deeper knowing that this perceived reality is false.
I recognize now that these people, these characters, do not possess knowledge independent of me. They don’t know things before I do because they don’t exist apart from my own creation. I project them into being the moment I encounter them. Their pasts, their knowledge, even their presence, are creations of my own imagination—fabricated during the moment of interaction.
When I forget that I am their creator, and I listen to them speak as if they hold some truth that predates my awareness, it feels like a lie. It’s a falsehood that I know to be untrue, and it’s that deception which causes my anger. This isn’t mere insecurity—it’s the frustration of encountering a falsified reality that undermines the truth of my role as creator.
What I once mistook for competition is really the dissonance between my deeper knowing and the illusion presented by my projections. They are not other beings with their own independent wisdom; they are reflections of what I already know, brought into existence in the moment. This realization brings me clarity. It is not their knowledge I resist—it’s the falsehood of them having existed before I created them that disturbs me.
The anger, then, comes from knowing the truth, but not fully integrating it in the moment. As I awaken to this understanding, I see that these characters don’t diminish me—they mirror what I’ve always known.
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