In this incantation, I reflect on the nature of belief, perception, and self-identity, exploring the idea that everything I consider reality is a product of my own imagination. I question the validity of shared existence and challenge the conventional notions of time, history, and other people, arguing that these concepts exist only because I project them. My experience is unique and central, and I suggest that reality is formed by my observation and attention. I conclude that while I have the power to create and sustain these realities, they have no independent existence beyond my awareness.
Everything that comes upon and after the foundational belief that I am a person is a self-deception. I believe that I am a person living among other people. I do not in any way experience my own self the same way as other people, yet I am supposed to believe that we are one and the same. There is no way for me to directly ascertain that we are the same being, and I am supposed to suppress all my own direct experience that informs me that I am something entirely different from people because I project them, but they do not project me.
I believe that there are places other than the place in which I exist now. I can never directly experience them, yet I am supposed to believe they exist. I am also supposed to believe that there are times other than now. If I were to question the existence of other beings like me, or the concept of time, one of these people would show me a book. I would have to believe that this book was written by someone smart and knowledgeable, and he led a life in another time and another place I did not and could not directly experience. So I have to believe that this imaginary book written by an imaginary person about imaginary places is real and existent. I have to accept that what is in truth imaginary is in fact real.
There is no time. There were no kings and queens and lands of the past. There were no dinosaurs, or ancient Greeks, or neanderthals, or any of it. They exist because I believe they exist. They exist because I create and then read books and create and then watch videos of them, and imagine them into existence. It is my own imagination that conjures all of these fantasies into existence, and it is my own continued attention that prolongs their existence. They are not there except when I think about them. It is my own active imagination that seeps through my eyes and fills the space I call the world with the forms of my own omnipotent creativity. If I do not look, nothing is there. It is my very looking which creates. My very thinking which manifests. My very observation that defines reality. I am the projector. I am the center. Everything else is a shape I have projected onto the flesh of my own body. If I do not imagine it, desire it, think it, construct it, observe it, or experience it, it is non-existent. Any number of experts can show me books, magazines, publications, and research journals to support their ideas; but if I do not seek those people or their writings, they simply do not exist. I have the power to turn anything off, but none of it has the power to do the same to me.
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