I’m on a mind fucking lucid dream trajectory of perfection and accelerated consciousness. Magic is the norm, thought becomes thing instantaneously, time and space warp around me, and the world is inside out within my consciousness as I watch it unfold before me in perfect timing.
There is no doer. I don’t perceive a world or person. All is effortless ease, and physicality is subtle/practically non-existant. I am pure transparent locationless perfect free unaffected timeless infinite potential essence.
I’m blissing out on the mind fuck of all I desire and the magic of it coming together, consistently resting in a destiny state of being beyond the world where I feel like I could explode with orgasm of ecstacy in any moment, except when I notice the feeling of “too much”, it dissolves back into an ocean of peace, and the orgasm expands to infinite completion.
It is clear to me I am everything and nothing as my experience flashes between feeling completely unreal dreamlike/totally real and nothing but. Patterns of distortion pop like bubbles in the rememberence of my perfection. I step out of mental compartments into full clarity of myself.
I am the source. All is as I imagine and feel it to be. I watch it unfold perfectly magically, imperfection and all, like nothing ever happened.
Nothing ever happened. It is so.
The essence of every “too much ecstacy” feeling is a desire to share and mutually experience this epicness.
And so my grandest desire yet is for epic beings to mutually feel the depth and breadth and infinitude of our epicness, together. This is my dream romance to and from the infinite.