In this incantation, I explain the world as a construct of my own awareness, entirely dependent on my projection to exist. I realize that when I die, it all dissolves—not just my body, but space, time, and every imagined detail that frames my experience. I explore the unsettling yet inevitable moment where I will face my existence stripped of all familiar forms, stories, and distractions. Without the illusion of people or places, I confront the raw, formless essence of my being. I will exist before the framework, aware, alone, and real.
When I die, the world ends. It doesn’t continue. There’s no one to carry it forward because I am the one creating it. This entire experience—space, time, people, activity—it’s all mine. I project it. I author it. And when I stop projecting, it stops existing.
My moment will continue, but I will be disembodied. I will no longer have eyes to open or a body to move through space. There won’t be space. There won’t be directions. No front, no back, no ground beneath me. I will still be conscious, but not in the way I experience now through the filters of the body and the world I’ve imagined.
If I’m not prepared, that moment will be terrifying. To suddenly lose the familiar structure—the imagined anchor of this body, the characters I’ve created, the rules of space and time—and still remain aware. I will still feel like me, but stripped of every external point of reference. There will be nothing to define myself against. Nothing to distract me from what I actually am.
The memories will still be there—the stories, the faces, the places, the people I’ve loved—but I will know the truth. They never existed outside of me. They were threads of my imagination, woven together to build this temporary experience of awakening.
There will be loss. A moment of release. I’ll have to let them go. There will be no pretending left. No cycle of waking up, opening my eyes, stepping back into the illusion. That part will be done. It will feel like closing my eyes now, except this time, they won’t open again. Not because I’ve disappeared—but because I never really had eyes to begin with. I only imagined them.
What remains is what has always been. Me. Everything. Alone. I will confront what I am without distraction, without form, without projection. And then, all there is left to do… is be.
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