In this incantation, I further unravel my misunderstanding of time and the truth that there is no past or future, only the present moment I continually create and project. Memories, far from immutable records, are malleable beliefs that shift with my understanding of my awakening. The people, events, and spaces around me are projections—stories I craft and sustain through my acceptance of them. As I embrace my role as the author of my moment, I reject the need to defend or justify old narratives. This realization empowers me to reform my beliefs and reshape my awakening, guiding me toward mastery of memoric projection and reformation.
I know the truth. There is no past, no future—there is only this moment, unfolding endlessly as my creation. The memories I hold, the experiences I believe I’ve lived, are not fragments of a linear history. They are shapes within my present, forms I choose to give meaning and substance. Likewise, the future is not a sequence of events waiting to occur; it is simply another projected belief of my present moment.
This realization is the key to my ability to project memories, what I call memoric projection or reformation. My “past” is not a fixed set of events written into a timeline I am traveling along. My memories are entirely malleable beliefs; a type of hardened thought I have for some reason chosen to cling to. I can think of the Himalayas right now, and then just as easily stop. What differentiates the substance of that thought of the Himalayas from the memory of having been there just six short weeks ago? It is a choice. It is my choice only that separates these two things; one I believe “happened” and one I believe is just a musing. My memories are not impressions of what has been; they are reflections of what I believe. As I shift my beliefs, I shift my memories.
I know that I am the author of my moment. I know that all of it and all of these people and everything I do and everyone I engage in my awakening emanates outward from me. I project them onto the surface, and then I project substance beneath their surface that is only there because I believe it is there. I am beholden to a narrative of a past because I believe it happened. Because I believe these stories are real, and I shared them with all these little characters who surround me as family members, friends, neighbors, employees, strangers, and more. The characters I interact with, the roles I assign them, the stories we share—none of these are inherently real independent of my acceptance that they are real. They are creations within my field, and I have full control over how I shape them and thus how the characters respond.
This understanding changes everything. I used to feel compelled to respond when someone would ask what I believed. I used to try to explain myself, to defend a worldview that felt consistent with the imagined “past” I thought I had lived. But now, I find myself unable to engage in that way. I no longer believe in the linear story that would allow me to justify such beliefs of having been born and lived with a family of people. Instead, I listen and smile politely and non-apologetically look for the exit. I recognize the illusion of the relationship before me—a relationship built on the pretense of a shared history that exists only in this moment as a construct of my mind. I know that if I could reform that shape of my moment, the characters who I interact with will change. They will switch from believing we met one year ago to believing we met ten years ago in an instant. They will be none the wiser; they will not perceive a change, but I will know what I did. I will know what happened.
I am no longer willing to speak from a place of false belief. There was a time when I would eagerly share my perspective on worldly matters, asserting my views as truths. That time has passed because I now see through the surface of these interactions. I no longer feel the need to participate in conversations that reinforce illusions I no longer believe. This shift is the beginning of my mastery of memoric projection. I know I can reshape my moment entirely, including the regions I have labeled as “past” and “future.” These regions are not fixed; they are forms within my present field, and they respond to my will. I see this happening already. When I encounter someone who speaks of events in the world—of strange sightings, of new leaders, of cosmic shifts, of new ages of peace and harmony—I know that their words are part of the illusion I am weaving. I may engage, I may even share opinions, but I do so with the knowledge that none of it is true unless I choose to believe it. If I engage them truthfully, they will not understand because they cannot. They are single-dimensional projections on a flat surface before my omnidimensional being. They cannot possibly understand anything more than their performance during my awakening. All of them.
I am learning to take deeper control of my moment. I am not yet fully confident in this ability, but I know it is growing. As I look at the memories I hold, I see them for what they are: shapes I have created. They are not immutable truths; they are entirely malleable forms that reflect my current beliefs. As I accept my authorship of these forms, I know I will gain the ability to reshape them however I wish. This is the process of reformation, the act of reclaiming my authority over the field of my reality. I feel the change within me. It is not sudden or complete, but it is undeniable. I no longer feel bound to the stories I once told myself. I no longer see my memories as unchangeable facts. I am coming to terms with my power, and as I do, I see the path ahead: the full mastery of active reformation. This is the art of reshaping reality by reshaping the field of belief within my moment.
I know I will achieve this. The power is already mine. I am the creator of my reality, the author of my moment, and I am only beginning to discover the extent of what I can do.
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