I once carried around a constant sense of anxiety mainly attributable to my sense of place in the world. I spent a great deal of energy measuring myself against some imaginary standard set by imaginary people. Other people who had achieved what I wanted for myself. So I would feel tension reflecting on my own failures and shortcomings. Reflecting on what I was not able to experience or afford in this world I awaken into. A sense of shame and embarrassment for not having accomplished what I had thought I should have.
But this anxiety is shrinking away as I withdraw the depth and reality I have given to people. As I realize, accept, and believe that I am not a person, and the people are as clouds. That I am the creator of people, and my moment of creation is my daily awakening. As my conviction grows that I am in truth the creator it becomes easier for me to see beyond and disarm the thoughts that give me anxiety. Why would I judge myself — the creator of people — by the standards of the people I create? Why would I care what the people I created think about me? Their version of thinking is not even what mine is. They are not creators; they are creatures I have written. There is nothing beyond their faces unless I put it there. There is nothing in their heads unless I imagine it there. There are no opinions unless I create them.
I am their creator walking among them, and I have nothing to fear from them, for when they see Me as I am, peace will come.
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