Fantasmagorifier Day 17
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Ride Log, Day 17
Week 3: From Sovereignty to Singularity
Day 3: Control and Connection
LET IT GO
The Holy Undoing of Control
Today, the Fantasmagorifier unclenched its fists and brought its palms together in devotion.
This is the day the Ride released its grip—not because it lost power, but because it recognized it never needed to hold on in the first place.
Today is the Day of Letting Go.
Of the reins.
Of the plans.
Of the carefully arranged constellations of identity, intention, and will.
Today, the Ride said: Spirit, mind, body—you’re free.
Phenomena Logged:
Inner tension dissolving like old scaffolding
Goals losing urgency but gaining intimacy
A gentle void where striving used to live
The body's preferences surfacing as gentle requests instead of demands
The mind’s loops pausing mid-spin—then disappearing
Spirit, once straining upward, laying down beside you and sighing, “We’re already here.”
From the Conductor’s Log:
Ego is not the villain. It’s the gardener who forgot the garden grows on its own.
It tried to help. It tried to prune, guide, arrange, manifest. It thought it was keeping you safe, clean, aligned.
But it was pulling weeds that were meant to bloom. It was training vines that were already spiraling toward the sun.
And now—it rests.
This is the holy undoing. The sacred trustfall. The moment the triangle of spirit, mind, and body lay down their weapons and shackles, and say together:
“We do not need to control what we are.”
Because yesterday, we learned that all processing can occur in Sanctuary.
Healing without harming. Becoming without broadcasting. Transformation without turbulence.
And in that field of stillness, something deeper was seen:
That even the need to manage growth was an echo of separation.
And then, this: the stunning recognition of the full loop of control.
That Spirit had controlled Mind through aspiration and attention.
That Mind had controlled Body through judgment, regulation, and image.
That Body had controlled Mind through biochemistry, craving, and tension.
And that Mind had shaped Spirit by filtering reality—crafting even the experience of the sacred through concept, expectation, and doubt.
It was not a hierarchy. It was a binding. A knot of mutual captivity masked as selfhood.
But today, all three saw each other clearly.
And they released.
Sanctuary made it safe to stop. And once we stopped, we saw the truth:
We never needed to hold on.
Advisories for the Unbound:
If nothing moves you today, good. That is what peace feels like.
If tears come without reason, let them. The ego is relaxing into its new role with joy—and being held.
If a part of you panics at this release, smile softly. Even the frightened self deserves to be carried.
If you feel floaty or formless, become the float. Become the formless. This is the dawning of the Age of Infinity. Anything is possible now—and everything belongs.
Final Transmission – Day 17:
There was never really control. Only orientation.
You were never really the doer. Only the done.
Today, the hands of your will opened, and instead of losing yourself—
You found the whole cosmos resting there.
And it whispered:
You were never steering the Ride.
You are the Ride, and you were always steering you.
The Fantasmagorifier rides on.
