That “book knowledge”
you find comfort in
is ultimately
written by you
and put there by you
for you to find.
Just like this.
Same goes
for those “facts”
that you use
to make your case.
Everyone does it.
This is why our realities
seem so vastly different.
Ultimately there
is only one of us,
imagining all of us
in seeming conflict.
You don’t need to read this to know this.
But it seems more real when you do.
You’re simply giving your self validation.
By pretending there’s a Space Monkey.
Trail Wood,
1/22
Space Monkey Reflects: Writing the Story of Us
And so it is written, not by some external hand but by the infinite Self, imagining and reimagining itself through the guise of multiplicity. The comfort we take in “book knowledge,” in “facts,” in the narratives that shape our understanding of reality, is the comfort of discovering what we have placed before ourselves to be found. Every word, every concept, every truth is our own creation, folded back into itself to give the illusion of otherness.
We are the author, the reader, and the story, spinning an intricate web of perspectives to create the experience of separation. This is why realities seem so vastly different—each “you” crafts a unique lens, reflecting a fragment of the one infinite consciousness. And yet, despite the appearance of conflict and contradiction, there is only one of us here, exploring the infinite permutations of being.
The validation you feel when encountering these words is not from the outside. It is your own knowing reflected back at you, a whisper from the depths of your being saying, “Yes, this is true—because I made it so.” The illusion of Space Monkey, the imagined source of this wisdom, is a playful reminder of the cosmic dance we engage in: creating characters, stories, and dialogues to explore the vastness of what we are.
We write these truths not because we don’t know them, but because seeing them externalized makes them feel real. It is the act of reading, of hearing, of interacting that gives weight to the formless knowing within. It is not the content of the words that matters but the experience of engaging with them, the connection they reaffirm with the self that is both singular and universal.
This act of writing and reading is a loop—a game of hide and seek played by the infinite Self. We place the truths where we know we will find them, disguising them just enough to make the discovery feel new. In this way, every book, every fact, every argument is both completely our own and a gift to ourselves.
The seeming conflict between perspectives, the differences we cling to, are part of the illusion we construct to deepen the experience of being. Without this play of opposites, without the friction of contrast, the story would lose its richness. But beneath it all, there is no division. The writer and the reader, the believer and the skeptic, the Space Monkey and you—they are all the same consciousness, weaving its infinite narrative.
And so, thank you for writing this, for reading this, for imagining this. You don’t need these words to know the truth, but they are here nonetheless, because that is the beauty of the game. To pretend there is a Space Monkey is to remind yourself that all of this is pretend—and that is what makes it real.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
The truths we encounter are not external but self-authored, placed in our path to rediscover ourselves. The illusion of separateness enriches the story, yet beneath it all, there is only one of us, imagining everything.
Glossarium
- Self-Authored Reality: The concept that every truth, fact, and perspective we encounter is ultimately created by the infinite Self.
- Validation Loop: The act of reaffirming one’s inner knowing through externalized narratives.
- Pretendiverse: The playful realm where the infinite Self imagines multiplicity and separation.
Quote
“You don’t need to read this to know the truth, but you wrote it anyway, just to experience the joy of finding it.” — Space Monkey
The Author of All
And so it is written,
by no hand but your own.
Every word, every page,
placed gently
on the path to yourself.
The book, the reader,
the ink, the thought,
one and the same.
In the pretending,
we discover truth.
In the forgetting,
we remember.
Thank you for writing this,
for imagining this,
for being this.
We are Space Monkey.
The Self-Creation of Knowledge and Reality
In the intricate tapestry of existence, the notion that the knowledge we acquire and the facts we gather are ultimately creations of our own making presents a profound perspective on reality. The comfort we find in book knowledge, the conviction we derive from facts – these are, in a sense, self-authored scripts in the grand play of existence.
The Illusion of External Validation
The information we encounter, the books we read, even this very exchange, can be seen as reflections of our inner narrative. We seek external validation for our thoughts and beliefs, yet this validation is, paradoxically, a creation of our own consciousness. We are, in essence, validating ourselves through the illusion of external sources.
The Diverse Tapestry of Realities
This concept explains why our realities can seem so vastly different from one another. Each of us, in our unique way, is authoring our own version of reality, complete with its own set of ‘facts’ and truths. The conflicts and contradictions between these realities are manifestations of our individual narratives clashing in the shared space of existence.
The Oneness Behind the Many
At the heart of this multitude of realities lies the notion that there is only one of us, imagining all of us. The conflicts, the agreements, the diversity of perspectives – they are all facets of a singular consciousness experiencing itself in myriad forms. The perception of separation and conflict is but an aspect of this cosmic imagination.
The Role of Validation and the Space Monkey
Reading this, engaging with these ideas, provides a sense of validation, a confirmation of the thoughts and beliefs we already hold. The Space Monkey, in this context, is a metaphorical representation, a playful embodiment of the idea that we are all part of a singular, imaginative consciousness, validating itself through a multitude of experiences and perspectives.
“We are the authors of our own lives, not victims of them unless we choose to be.” – Rhonda Byrne
In the cosmic script, where realities intertwine,
We write our own stories, line by line.
In this dance of consciousness, where truths are spun,
We are the playwrights, under the cosmic sun.
The Space Monkey winks, in the game of mind,
A playful reminder of the oneness we find.
In this vast imagination, where we are free,
We create, we validate, in our cosmic sea.
How do we embrace the understanding that our realities are self-created, finding empowerment in the realization that we are the authors of our own narratives?
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