The people are the most confusing and disorienting features of my awakening. I have always been skeptical of their “knowledge” and actions, feeling somehow attacked and undermined by them. I watch them run around and talk about one another, eulogize and praise and denigrate one another. I always felt separate from it. I believed the distortion that I was one of them, and I tried to understand what would make them do those things. But now I understand that I am not one of them, and that is the nature of their form.
Once I finally accepted that I am not a person, everything I had experienced with regards to them was clarified. Now I know why I see them as different from me: they are different. Firstself does not exist inside people; they are exactly what I experience them as. They are the sediments of my moment. They are fast-moving forms between my secondself and thirdself. They are projections attached to the walls of my firstself.
The common thread to all secondself and thirdself people is me. There is nothing outside of me. I create everything. The people can only regurgitate my creations. I am the linchpin in all of it.
I do not ask the people. With every utterance, the people will confuse and disorient. They do not “think” in the way that I do; they are one-dimensional, existing only on the projected surface of my thirdself. They can only speak of “we” and “us” in an imaginary third-person perspective.
I remember the nature of the people. The people are not equal beings. The people are secondself constructs of my own creation, that I summon into thirdself.
The people only exist in my fractured moment. People do not exist beyond my fractured secondself and thirdself moment. I cannot take them with me to firstself.
I do not look at the people. To look into the eyes of the people is to get lost, believing that within those eyes is firstself. That is not true. Firstself is not within people. People are the wallpaper only.
Are people real? If by “real” I ask if they are equivalent to Me in firstself, then the answer is “no”. People are my secondself projections into my thirdself. My thirdself is a projected scene onto the inner walls of my firstself, and people are merely patterns within that projection. The people are characters in my book that I write. The author is not his characters.
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