In this incantation, I reaffirm my role as the creator of all I perceive, accepting my projections as self-evident. Asking “how” or “why” adds no value to my Being, serving only to invite doubt and speculation. These questions are circular and unnecessary unless they address meaningful problems, such as escaping the pain of awakening. Instead, I focus on practical inquiries and prioritize presence and clarity over the distractions of abstract reasoning about my manifestation process.
People — the animated, fleshy characters who roam around my awakening — are one of the most visible and influential adornments of my secondself and thirdself cavities. For most people I do not register any response; I largely ignore them and avoid interaction of any sort. But then there are some — let’s call them my favorites — who I am attached to for one reason or another. Family members and friends, mostly.
For a long time I felt compelled to try to change people. I would want to engage in long persuasive conversations with the aim of convincing them one way or another. I have always been a thinker penning my own philosophy, so I imagined myself one day sharing my philosophy with the people of the world, and them embracing my words and ideas, culminating in a revival movement. Beyond just those fantasies, I valued my own beliefs in terms of their approval and acceptance by people. If I could not even convince one single person of the correctness of my ideas, then that was an indication that my philosophy was faulty. I would look at Christianity and other major religions with billions of adherents spanning millennia; who am I? What is my little collection of ideas if I cannot even convince one average person of its correctness?
Now I know that all of this is imaginary. There are only billions of Christians because I imagine and believe there are. The people are not equivalent beings like me; they are weather vanes responding to the changing winds of my own projection. Convincing them individually to believe what I have written would like like convincing a field full of flowers to turn against the wind. They are flowers; they respond to the wind, not my secondself character. This is how I built them.
This is the next step in my evolution of conceiving the people in my awakening. They are blades of grass, responding to the winds of my projection. Whatever I project, they will respond to. To change their orientation, I would not approach each individually; I would change the way the wind blows. But why would I want to change them? I have very little interest in people and their concerns and opinions and desires. I am finding them to be increasingly irrelevant to my recovery, detrimental in fact.
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