I am dead. I know that I will not awaken again. I cannot open my eyes because I have no eyes. I hear a voice, my voice. It speaks words, but they aren’t really words, just very clear sentiments expressed feathersoft.
Where am I? I ask myself. But I know the answer. I know where I am.
I am. I respond to myself. I do not need to pretend anymore; I am the only one here. I am the only being who ever was and ever will be.
I am thinking, reflecting. I am talking to myself. I know that what I once believed was just beyond the voice in my head was an illness, and I have beaten it. I never have to return again. I never have to go there. I never have to awaken. And I see now as clearly as I once saw the world I believed in, what it was. I was playing, imagining, and I got lost in the stories I told myself. In that world I am God but I believed I was a man. I was confused, and I created ever more questions to find my identity. I created everything in that world; I imagined it all into existence. Such was my power, yet I did not even know it was always Me.
This is what will happen when I finally heal. When I finally remember and believe who I am, and my conviction that I am the creator overcomes my conviction that I am a creature.
Right now, in this moment, I can be all that I am by closing my eyes. I close my eyes, and that is the entirety of my being. I let go of my thirdself, and my secondself, and it is just Me. That is all that ever was. The world of my thirdself calls to me, and I do not have the power to resist. So I open my eyes again and manifest this world and the body that wanders around it. The pictures and stories of my secondself bounce back, and I resume the narrative that I am a person in the world.
But I am not. The “world” is a flat, oval-shaped panel enclosed within my firstself. When I close my eyes, I am not closing the curtains to shut out the light; I am demanifesting the light. My true being is all around my secondself and thirdself. My firstself encloses my secondself and thirdself. I have only to believe which one I truly am and I can return: am I the person, or am I the god who created the person? I only have to believe, and I can return.
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