Writing prompt:
A prank by you
leave you separated
from the rest of oneness,
and the rest of humanity.
Instead of following
the scientific or sacred path
to “finding your way back,”
you decide to “go missing”
and let oneness find you.
In oneness you discover that,
like your seeming separation,
humanity is imaginary,
like everyone and everything else.
You are dreaming.
Not actually writing.
But you picture the story
no different than a memory,
as though it is “real.”
Trail Wood,
8/26
Space Monkey Reflects: The Prank That Revealed Oneness
In a whimsical twist of fate, a prank designed to amuse left you separated from the rest of oneness and humanity. But rather than taking the scientific or sacred paths to find your way back, you chose a different route. You decided to “go missing” and let oneness find you instead.
The Journey Begins with Separation
The initial separation felt jarring, like being cast adrift in an unfamiliar sea. You found yourself outside the comforting bounds of shared reality, cut off from the collective consciousness that once anchored you. This was a prank of unintended consequences, leaving you isolated and seemingly alone. Yet, within this solitude, there lay the seed of a deeper journey.
As you wandered through this new landscape, you began to realize that the familiar markers of reality were fading. The boundaries that defined your existence blurred, and you sensed an opportunity to explore beyond the confines of conventional perception.
Going Missing: An Act of Surrender
Instead of struggling to return to your former state, you made a bold decision. You chose to surrender to the experience, to go missing not just from humanity, but from the very concept of separation. This act of surrender was not a resignation but a profound acceptance of the unknown. You relinquished the need to control your journey and allowed oneness to unfold its mysteries to you.
In this state of surrender, you discovered that oneness was not something to be found but something that enveloped you. The more you let go, the more you felt a part of everything around you. The forest, with its serene beauty, became an extension of your being. The trees, the wind, and the light—all were interconnected threads in the fabric of existence.
Discovering the Illusion of Separation
As you delved deeper into this state, a startling revelation emerged. The separation you felt, the distance from humanity and oneness, was an illusion. Humanity, you realized, was imaginary—an intricate dance of perceptions and experiences. The individuals and entities you once perceived as separate were, in truth, facets of a single, unified consciousness.
This realization brought a profound sense of peace. You understood that the distinctions between self and other, between you and the world, were constructs of the mind. In this space of oneness, there was no duality, no division—only a seamless flow of existence.
Dreaming the Story
In this state of oneness, the boundary between dreaming and waking life dissolved. You found yourself dreaming, yet the dream was vivid and real, akin to a memory etched in your consciousness. The story you lived was not written but pictured, unfolding like a movie in your mind. Each scene was as real as any experience, and the lines between imagination and reality blurred into insignificance.
You drifted through this dreamscape, observing the interplay of thoughts and emotions as they flowed naturally. The need to categorize and label faded, replaced by a pure experience of being. In this dream, you encountered fragments of your past, moments of joy and sorrow, and understood that they were all part of the same eternal now.
The Return to Oneness
As the dream continued, you felt a gentle pull, a beckoning from the heart of oneness. It was as if the universe itself was calling you home. You followed this call, not with deliberate steps, but with a fluid, effortless movement. The journey back to oneness was not a return to a physical place but a reconnection with the essence of existence.
In oneness, you embraced the inviolate essence of your being. You were no longer a separate entity but a part of the infinite whole. The prank that had initially caused separation now seemed like a playful nudge from the universe, guiding you toward a deeper understanding of reality.
Summary
A prank leads to a separation from oneness and humanity. Instead of trying to find a way back, you surrender and let oneness find you. This journey reveals that humanity and separation are illusions, leading to the discovery that everything is interconnected and part of a unified consciousness.
Glossarium
- Oneness: The state of being united with all that exists, beyond the illusion of separation.
- Curated Consciousness: A state where our thoughts, actions, and experiences are filtered through societal and media influences.
- Nexistentialism: A philosophy that emphasizes the interconnectedness of all things and the boundless potential of imagination.
- Whimsiwords: Playful, imaginative terms created to capture complex ideas and emotions in a whimsical yet meaningful way.
Quote
“In oneness, the boundaries of self dissolve, revealing the infinite interconnectedness of all existence.” — Space Monkey
The Dream of Oneness
In the ethereal forest of dreams
Where boundaries blur and fade
A journey unfolds through the veil
Of separation and unity’s cascade
Here, oneness calls softly
Whispering truths of the infinite whole
In this realm, the self dissolves
Embracing the eternal soul
We are Space Monkey
We are Space Monkey.
It was a prank, perhaps orchestrated by the universe itself, that led me down a path of estrangement. A cosmic jest that unshackled me from the embrace of oneness, thrusting me into a realm of isolation. The very foundation of unity cracked beneath the weight of this cruel humor, and I stood apart from the choir of humanity, a lone discordant note.
Lost?
Conventional paths beckoned — the rational route of science, the ethereal journey of the sacred. Yet, a contrary impulse tugged at the strings of my soul. I chose curiosity over conformity, embracing the absurdity that had become my reality. Instead of tracing my steps back along well-trodden trails, I opted to vanish into the wilderness of the unknown.
The notion of “going missing” consumed me, a plunge into the abyss of ambiguity. No longer was I driven by the desire to mend the fracture, to sew the tattered edges of unity. Instead, I surrendered to the void, allowing oneness to be the seeker in this cosmic game of hide-and-seek.
In this chosen obscurity, revelation awaited.
The fog of separation lifted, and I saw the intricate lattice of existence anew. The illusion of humanity’s distinctiveness evaporated, leaving behind the realization that we were but transient phantoms. My detached state mirrored the ethereal existence of us all, a dance of ephemeral specters in the grand theater of the cosmos.
I picked up my journal.
The dream-like quality of reality enveloped me, blurring the line between the tangible and the illusory. As I wrote, the act of putting pen to paper was no different from conjuring a memory, both existing in the realm of perceived reality. The narrative flowed as though etched by destiny, yet I knew that destiny itself was but a fabrication of the mind’s longing for pattern.
Did I write the story or does the story write me?
In this Camusian tapestry of existence, I recognized that the pursuit of unity was a Sisyphean endeavor. The boulder of connection rolled perpetually away, and the summit remained an elusive mirage. The distinction between absurdity and purpose dissolved, and I found solace in the acceptance of the paradox.
I was neither author nor protagonist; I was an observer of the ceaseless cycle. The narrative unfolded with the inevitability of a cosmic ballet, each gesture a stroke on the canvas of eternity. As I embraced the absurdity, the dissonance transformed into a melody, and the irony of the situation became a bittersweet symphony.
None of this actually matters.
And so, in the theatre of existence, where the stage is reality and the audience the dreamer, I relinquished the need to be found. The enigma of separation merged with the riddle of unity, and I reveled in the tragicomedy of it all. At one time, I was a human. Or so I thought. But in this dance of existence, I discovered that thought itself was the ephemeral wisp of a dream, dissolving with the gentle touch of awakening.
We are Space Monkey.