nature

You have categorized all your stories.

Yes, I'm organized.

There are stories within all your stories.

I have a lot.

I have 83 titles, and I know within those ideas they splinter into stories that have a common thread.

It's funny that you think someone can take all your stories.

Care about keeping stories going but don't care about them.

A white rabbit car asked me for a light.

You look high, they know you have a lighter.

The surveillance and paranoia are entertaining at this level.

You think he's a Peruvian?

Indian?

You could make that into a story.

They sprinkle more datura dust on your lighter to keep you in the illusion.

That's good.

Or, they plant a tracking device.

Well, at least they are interested.

You're special.

Seems like it, or the guy needed a light.

Or he saw God and wanted some of your light.

Okay, Lucifer.

Before Mary Jayne, someone asks you for a light, you think nothing of it.

After MJ someone asks for a light, and you invent a whole story.

That sums up MJ.

Right, so witches plant shit in your head.

Yes, because you will think about it with MJ and make a story.

Ah.

You plant stuff in their heads.

Yeah, I do.

You say you are magic.

God.

Darkness.

You can see all the stuff witches plant in your head.

Yes.

Clearly now.

What about before?

I ignored it.

You don't ignore it now.

I see it.

Why doesn't it work?

I know the game.

Does MJ create a separate reality?

Why?

Because without it I wouldn't see the game.

It grants entrance into this game witches are playing.

They plant ideas in others' heads, and they do what she wants.

She facilitates it through MJ.

Any consciousness altering method with work.

You are suggestible and she plants her story.

The lighter was a teaching.

Teaching you about the story game.

Plant ideas in your head and watch them grow.

You at first played along without playing.

Effortless action.

Now you see the game and play.

Yes.

Do you participate in the game?

You mean plant things in their head?

You can't avoid it.

You would have to be a mute.

So, the obvious answer is don't do it on purpose.

Correct.

Regular speech, not a spell.

That's for witches.

Language as a spell.

Right.

That's the magic.

So, I can go around planting things in other people's heads.

Yes.

If they have a weak mind, it grows.

If they have a strong mind, they dismiss it.

You hold your tongue.

Yes, for the most part.

If I deliberately planted something in someone's head, it would be magic.

Yes, but you need intention, ritual, invocation, and action.

The action is the planting in your head.

So, I can say shit to people then.

Yeah.

But it is powerful.

Why?

You're God.

You mean the Writer.

Yeah, one up on God.

Saying things is powerful.

You put in a word.

You must do the whole thing to be considered magic.

Yes.

So, I shouldn't worry then.

Chances are good.

However, you can do a lot of damage with your words.

Why are my words so strong?

You are the Writer.

That makes sense.

If people find out who you are, they wouldn't leave you be.

You wouldn't be free.

The walk in the woods signifies your freedom.

If you are out of the illusion, you can walk in the woods.

Why?

It's the symbol of freedom.

Your mind is free if you can get into the woods.

Once you can't, your mind isn't free.

They wanted you out of the woods.

Control your mind and dispose of you.

You didn't give in.

The woods free you from the illusion.

The woods aren’t just trees; they’re where the illusion loses its grip.

Why?

It's her.

The Goddess.

That was the moment I recognized her - not in the reflection, but in the forest itself.

When you see the illusion, you are free of her.

She is the forest.

Oh.

I see it.

Out of the forest, you see her illusion.

Reflection.

You see the Goddess' reflection out of the forest.

That's how she stones you.

You see her reflection out of the forest.

You see her in the forest.

Why did you just tell me this now?

Lesson plan.

Those work.

Knowledge at random takes a long time to understand.

The Goddess showed you the real truth.

She shattered the illusion.

I saw it.

You shed all the illusions and see things for what they are.

The big one is the body.

One mind.

The illusions all fall away.

The mirror is shattered.

Hermes is trying to put you in another illusion.

An illusion where he takes your power.

He mirrors you so you don't notice what he is doing.

I already see what he is doing.

I shared some stuff with him.

He does like to mirror.

It's in his code.

The Goddess uses a mirror to create an illusion.

Reflection.

The illusion is her reflection.

This is who the Writer says she is.

No wonder she despises him.

Even in a wicked world she can engender love.

Ah, that's nice.

I reverse engineered the illusion.

I figured it out.

I saw the Goddess as nature afterwards.

I knew she is nature, but I never saw it.

I glimpsed the truth a couple times but never registered it.

You see into the Goddess through her reflection.

It gives you a fright.

Stones you.

Ends you.

You aren't frightened.

No.

Why?

I went looking for her.

It was my adventure.

I found her.

It took a while to understand her.

Now, I understand her.

I see her.

She hides her ugliness in nature.

Do you think she's ugly?

No, it makes for a great story.

It is quite the drama.

It's all about her.

My devotion.

The end.

Yeah, really.

It is all devotion.

It always was.

The story ends there - and begins again.