Michael Beckwith

and then not realizing they're already in one. So they're in a simulation, they're in a virtual reality of time and space and constriction. And then they put something on and they go into another simulation. It just made me, it was funny to me. And I don't put down VR because you can use it to develop skills. You know, it has some very powerful benefits.

So I sat down and started writing this, you know, about the simulated dream. It took me two days. I mean, I wrote And then I had to go somewhere. Then when I came back, like three or four or five days later, I wrote the second half of it. And it was, you want to hear some of it?

So I sat down and started writing this, you know, about the simulated dream. It took me two days. I mean, I wrote And then I had to go somewhere. Then when I came back, like three or four or five days later, I wrote the second half of it. And it was, you want to hear some of it?

So I sat down and started writing this, you know, about the simulated dream. It took me two days. I mean, I wrote And then I had to go somewhere. Then when I came back, like three or four or five days later, I wrote the second half of it. And it was, you want to hear some of it?

You want to share? Sure, I'd love it. I used to write poetry a lot back in the day, and then I kind of got busy. Yeah. So it's called The Simulated Dream.

You want to share? Sure, I'd love it. I used to write poetry a lot back in the day, and then I kind of got busy. Yeah. So it's called The Simulated Dream.

You want to share? Sure, I'd love it. I used to write poetry a lot back in the day, and then I kind of got busy. Yeah. So it's called The Simulated Dream.

Yeah, one of my assistants bought this for my birthday.

Yeah, one of my assistants bought this for my birthday.

Yeah, one of my assistants bought this for my birthday.

So I started it on 3-26. Great. And I completed it on April 4th. Amazing. So it says, it's called The Simulated Dream. Oh, beloved traveler, seeker of the stars, do you not see the cage within which you play? A theater of mirrors reflecting who you think you are. Yet the essence of you lies beyond the fray. This world, this simulation, this grand illusion is shaped

So I started it on 3-26. Great. And I completed it on April 4th. Amazing. So it says, it's called The Simulated Dream. Oh, beloved traveler, seeker of the stars, do you not see the cage within which you play? A theater of mirrors reflecting who you think you are. Yet the essence of you lies beyond the fray. This world, this simulation, this grand illusion is shaped

So I started it on 3-26. Great. And I completed it on April 4th. Amazing. So it says, it's called The Simulated Dream. Oh, beloved traveler, seeker of the stars, do you not see the cage within which you play? A theater of mirrors reflecting who you think you are. Yet the essence of you lies beyond the fray. This world, this simulation, this grand illusion is shaped

by beliefs, perceptions, and imprints of the past. A mosaic of stories, a web of delusion, where shadows of truth are cast and recast. You've built a game within the greater game, virtual worlds to escape, which seems mundane. But how ironic, this digital distraction, when you already dwell in a scripted abstraction.

by beliefs, perceptions, and imprints of the past. A mosaic of stories, a web of delusion, where shadows of truth are cast and recast. You've built a game within the greater game, virtual worlds to escape, which seems mundane. But how ironic, this digital distraction, when you already dwell in a scripted abstraction.

by beliefs, perceptions, and imprints of the past. A mosaic of stories, a web of delusion, where shadows of truth are cast and recast. You've built a game within the greater game, virtual worlds to escape, which seems mundane. But how ironic, this digital distraction, when you already dwell in a scripted abstraction.

Every thought, every fear, every fleeting desire weaves the matrix of the life you perceive. But deep within, there's a soul on fire, whispering the truths the mind cannot conceive. Ah, dissimulation is not the prison. It's the teacher, a framework of lessons, a sacred disguise. Its purpose is not to bind, but to feature. the path to awakening, the opening of eyes.

Every thought, every fear, every fleeting desire weaves the matrix of the life you perceive. But deep within, there's a soul on fire, whispering the truths the mind cannot conceive. Ah, dissimulation is not the prison. It's the teacher, a framework of lessons, a sacred disguise. Its purpose is not to bind, but to feature. the path to awakening, the opening of eyes.

Every thought, every fear, every fleeting desire weaves the matrix of the life you perceive. But deep within, there's a soul on fire, whispering the truths the mind cannot conceive. Ah, dissimulation is not the prison. It's the teacher, a framework of lessons, a sacred disguise. Its purpose is not to bind, but to feature. the path to awakening, the opening of eyes.

For the ultimate game is not to win or achieve, but to wake up, beloved, to the eternal and the real, to shed the mask that your mind weaves and embrace the truth that no illusion can conceal. You are not the avatar, the role or the name, not the stories you tell or the titles you claim. You are the witness, the light, the eternal flame, the harbinger of love in this temporal game. So play.