Sweeping the kitchen
I become aware.
Who is sweeping the kitchen?
Who made the decision? Who is running this program?
Because it is a program.... It is not something I consciously decided to do, but rather, I feel, a vague agreeableness towards it’s presence; that it (the program) allows me to function in this world.
But functioning in this world itself is a psyop. This entire realm has an unnatural overlay. Consisting of thick layers of programming. Settle. Go to work. Be stingy. Protect yourself. Look to authority.
Even, even the layer of universal love has a synthetic layer. A weird whining buzzing. Everything that has this weird sense of buzzing anxiety is synthetic.
I’m becoming aware of when my awareness is not Here. The moments where I drift off into dreaming… Day dreaming… Or just absent mindedness. I become aware that my consciousness is somewhere else during that moment. Where is it?
There is a thorn in my mind. I made a decision during one such bout of “absent mindedness”. I can out of that bout and I acted… And I know it was right, somehow.
But how was the decision to act made? Where was it made?
I remain on the other side of that attention. I recognize yet another position of my assemblage point that I don’t currently have access to. It was so powerful to experience a sort of merging over the weekend of my conscious awareness and my childhood memories. It’s still so new.
And now I recognize that it’s just a first baby step. There are deeper and ever more steps to go.
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