The everyday "awake" world is actually a trance, a subtle fairy dream that everyone is dancing in helplessly. Zombies sleepwalking through life. As I disengage the evidence is frightening, creepy, and too unbelievable to describe.
Seeing through the illusory nature of waking life, which is nothing but a dreamworld of distorted mirrors, is truly a mindfuck. It is quite literally a waking dream.
There is a threshold that I am crossing from the outer reality to the inner reality, and it truly feels insane. Right now neither the outer reality nor the inner reality seems quite real - nothing makes sense. All I know is that I have to continue crossing the threshold or nothing will ever make sense.
It's very hard to even know how to say this because I know anything I say will by nature be incomplete and misleading, but it's like I'm crossing a bridge to the inner Goddess. The Goddess is quite literally awakening inside me and this has been happening for a while, but has become increasingly...impossible to talk about.
It's not safe and I'm alone in this work, but I also feel...more internally guided than ever before, even though the process of expunging a psychopath demiurge from my head is extremely terrifying.
As you cross Hekate's liminal space from the outer reality to the inner reality, you will realize how nobody "outside" of you is quite real. The whole thing is an illusion of archons.
Soulless NPCs. Hairbrushes pretending to be hedgehogs. Dead zombies pretending to be Alive.
And that is also why nobody can actually see the truth of your soul's path to God/Harmonious Twin Flame Union or what you know to be true for your own path. In fact, you can't see it either. The truth is kept hidden from your robotic conscious awareness for your own protection. Until the false self dissolves, the underlying hidden truth won't be revealed to you.
The way to perceive the truth is to allow your heart to break. The heart breaks open. And then your vision clears.
At some point I have to stop blogging here, because this process requires relentlessly going within and any communication about it is, in a way, "feeding the troll". Maintaining the dream instead of destroying it.