When I was younger, I put a lot of energy into creating my own reality. I threw myself into my dreams, feared nothing, and manifested success in my chosen field. I remained aware of infinite possible realities and drew inspiration from the ancient waves of energy available to all of us.
Now as a young senior, however, I am rapidly losing my need to see the result of my energy in physical form. I feel waves of intimate connection to all the various planes of energy/existence and am content to swim in that ever-shifting reality. Those around me keep trying to “motivate” me to come out of my head. I live in Miranda-world, they say. Life is for living!
But, I’m perfectly happy in my world. Only the demands of beaurocracy force me out of my reverie to deal with bothersome paperwork to keep a semblance of physical support sustaining life.
Have I taken my understanding of the Seth Material too far, or am I simply denying reality? Or maybe they are the same thing?