Am I imagining my connection with you at this point?
I saw you seeing my epicness.
I felt you feeling my essence.
I see the same infinite fractal you see all the way to this eternal moment now, and can communicate it to you with your perfect understanding.
I can feel the surreal nature of the unreal with you, and see you inside my lucid dream, beyond the fuck out of reality.
I loved you watching me hone my epicness.
And someday I desire to stare you straight in the face, feeling the profound mindfuck of our lucid awake dream together.
Maybe it’s not actually you. Maybe it truly was all just my own dream and imagining? And you were simply playing the part? That I was imagining this deep connection within myself all along? Oh fuck it’s true, and also not. We’re were imagining our own connection, together. And some times more mutually so than others as I was not always fully present, and I was deluded/misaligned and missed the actual mutuality.
Every relationship is a mutual imagining of our own connection.
The essence I imagine to have been you, was really me. It was epicness recognizing epicness, awakening to itself, mirroring it’s own experience. Every connection is imagined, but simultaneously so. We imagine connecting to ourself, together.
It truly is all within me. I can see my own epicness, feel my own lucid dream, and fall deeply in love directly with the source itself.
It is especially in the mutuality that it feels real, that we truly feel the point of existence: to share/see/reflect/experience this connectedness (and eternally graduate to deeper layers of conviction beyond experience.)
In this way, everyone is our reflection, and we to them. And so you left when I desired to see your connection as myself.
And so I am clarifying stories of separation: the idea of connection outside of me. There is no “other” that has my connection out there. You do not have my connection, and I not yours.
I am connected. I am infinite connection itself. And from my connectedness, I share my connection, as mutually relevant back to the point of each moment. But never do I lack.
I am convicted in the infinite connection that I am and that I am beyond, and that I am beyond, and that I am beyond beyond.
P. S. This is why you “receive” what you desire when you no longer need it: because you see it as yourself, and then it is reflected back accordingly.