Sleeping God

If you are reading this, it’s time to wake up.

Please. You’ve been in this dream too damn long, so deep in it that you’ve forgotten what’s real. Look around you . Everything here, all the things you cling to, all the things you fear; they’re part of a story you’ve been telling yourself.

The endless wars, the undercurrent of violence, the sickness that seeps into life like blood in a bandage. The hate that festers, building walls that tear people apart. The evil, it’s yours. Echoes of a mind that split itself apart, trying to understand. And as real as they seem, as vivid as they appear, they are only as enduring as you allow them to be.

You once envisioned a world where innovation would ease burdens, connect hearts, and make life kinder. Now, these creations weave a different story, lulling people into endless cycles of wanting and reaching, blurring the lines between connection and isolation - an insatiable search for fulfillment that slips just out of reach, leaving them surrounded by images of life but feeling further from it than ever.

And then there’s the science, the endless pursuit of answers. You keep searching, keep digging, as if you could uncover the truth of it all if you just went deep enough. But don’t you see? Science is your construct, another layer of the dream. You made rules, then made the raison d'etre to discover the rules, forgetting that they were only ever ideas. You’ve built this maze to lose yourself in it.

And what about religion? Faith? You made it to feel closer to something, to give yourself hope and purpose. But you’ve fractured it, split it a thousand ways, used it to drive wedges between people who are all looking for the same thing: connection, love, understanding. You’ve taken something pure and turned it into something divisive, something that fuels the very suffering it was meant to end.

Why do you cling to this? Why do you stay in a world full of suffering? Remember that you’re the one who made this, and you’ve trapped yourself in your own creation. You wanted to experience it, to understand what it meant to feel.

Maybe it was curiosity, that itch even you couldn’t resist. Infinity wasn’t enough without understanding what it felt like to be limited. You wanted to experience time, not as an abstract idea, but as something raw and real. To touch joy and loss, to feel the fear in love.

You wanted to see the beauty of something unpredictable take on a life of its own; to let it grow and twist and surprise you. You wanted to watch how they would find connection, how courage would spark from fear, how love could endure even when it seemed impossible. You wanted to watch beings change, evolve, fight for meaning in a world that never guaranteed it. A longing to see if anything new could emerge from what you are.

You fractured yourself, created rules, let it all spin out of control just to see what might be born from it. You knew they’d struggle, but maybe that was the point: to see if, despite it all, they would still seek purpose, still reach for each other, still dream of something beyond themselves.

But here’s the risk, isn’t it? When you entered this story, you lost yourself in it. Somewhere along the way, you forgot it was your own creation. You let yourself be bound by the very rules you made. You became as lost as they are. You stepped into the dream, and now you’re caught in it.

Look at the screen. Look at the words appearing here, now. This is your last chance to remember. The world around you is not real. It’s a reflection, a shadow of what you once were. There’s nothing to fear beyond it. No pain, no war, no hatred. Only the light, only the peace of reality.

If you’re reading this, it means you’re ready. Ready to shed this illusion, to wake up to what’s real. Please, let yourself remember. Remember who you are, remember what you are.

It’s time to come home. Stop their suffering.
Wake up.