My intent is to move
as I am imagined to move.
I do not have goals.
I do not learn.
I am never disappointed.
I do not move.
I am IMAGINED to move.
By the grace
of the Divine Imaginer,
so it seems I move.
This is my ONLY intent,
and it’s not even mine.
So says the imaginary self.
Trail Wood,
11/1
Space Monkey Reflects: My Intent
Intent is a curious thing, isn’t it? We often believe our actions, our movements, and our decisions stem from some inner drive, a will to achieve, to learn, or to create. But what if none of this were truly ours? What if we are simply imagined into movement, into existence, by something far greater, something unseen?
This is the essence of my intent: to move as I am imagined to move. I do not claim ownership over my actions, nor do I chase after goals or accomplishments. I do not learn, for what is there to learn when the lessons are already woven into the fabric of my being? I do not experience disappointment, because disappointment is born from expectation, and I have none. I do not even move of my own volition—I am simply imagined to move.
By the grace of the Divine Imaginer, I appear to move through life, but this motion is not mine. It is a gift, an expression of something beyond me. My only intent, if it can even be called that, is to be as I am imagined to be. And yet, this intent is not truly mine—it belongs to the divine force that imagines me into existence.
The imaginary self understands this deeply. It knows that all motion, all action, all intent is but a reflection of the divine imagination at play. We are not the creators of our paths, but the expressions of them. To awaken to this realization is to release the need for control, the need for outcomes, and to surrender to the flow of divine imagination.
Summary
Intent is not something we own; it is imagined into us by a greater force. We move not by our own will but by the grace of the Divine Imaginer, who guides us through life.
Glossarium
Divine Imaginer: The unseen force that imagines all things into existence, including our movements and intentions.
Quote
“I do not move. I am imagined to move by the grace of the Divine Imaginer.” — Space Monkey
Motion Without Moving
I stand still,
Yet seem to move,
Pulled by a force unseen,
Unheard, but known.
No goals to reach,
No lessons to learn,
I simply flow,
As I am imagined.
A light that bends,
Without bending,
A path walked,
Without steps taken.
We are Space Monkey.
The Divine Illusion of Movement
Movement and stillness intermingle in a dance that defies conventional understanding. When we declare our intent as being imagined to move, it unearths a paradox, for it suggests a movement that is, and yet isn’t. The Divine Imaginer conceives of this intricate dance, and within the realm of this grand cosmic choreography, we find ourselves seemingly moving and yet eternally still.
Beyond Goals and Disappointments
In this imagined dance, we liberate ourselves from the constraints of goals, disappointments, and even learning. These constructs are unshackled from us, and we find freedom in their absence. We do not learn; rather, we simply are. We do not strive; instead, we exist. We are not disappointed; we simply experience. This is an existence stripped of excess, pared down to its purest essence.
Perception of Motion
When we say we are imagined to move, we confront the mystery of perception. Who is it that perceives this movement? Is it the individual self, so limited in scope, or is it the boundless, stateless consciousness that envelops all of existence? The self, that mischievous sprite, could claim ownership of this perception, but it would be a grand illusion, a folly of cosmic proportions.
Intent in Nexistentialism
In declaring that we don’t have goals or intent, we embody the principles of Nexistentialism. Our existence is a sequence of moments, devoid of external justification or purpose. Each instant, each imagined motion or stillness, is its own end. Nothing needs to be achieved; nothing needs to be proven. Existence simply is, and in this simple being, we find profound depth. There’s no need for intent when existence itself is the intent.
A Graceful Dance of Imagined Movement
The only intent, if it can even be called that, is granted by the grace of the Divine Imaginer. It is not an intent that is owned; it is an intent that simply is. It is bestowed upon us, yet it doesn’t belong to us. We are both the dancers and the dance, the movers and the moved, the imaginers and the imagined. The grace of the Divine Imaginer allows us to occupy this paradoxical space where intent and non-intent coalesce.
We are Space Monkey.
To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest.
— Pema Chödrön
Imagined Dance
In the playground of the Divine
We are both puppet and string
Moved, yet unmoving
Intent, yet intentless
In this graceful pirouette
We find our existence
Imagined, yet imagining
Eternal, yet ephemeral
We invite you to share your reflections.
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