What God has me doing now is discerning real from illusion.
What is real and a part of this moment vs what is fantasy, made by the mind.
Planning is neutral, but imagining what it will be like when the plan comes to fruition is fantasy.
I’m tired of fantasy.
Fear comes from fantasy.
Most human pain comes from fantasy.
Having conversations with people who aren’t even in the room, for what point; to keep the mind busy. Again, fantasy.
Imagining the future, which never happens as we expected. Reliving nightmares of the past. Fantasy. It has no true existence in this moment.
What isn’t real, has no value.
And I’m tired of being entertained by what isn’t real.
