YOU don't control. YOU are in control. Everything happens under YOUR all-seeing supervision. This is complete authority exclusively reserved to YOU for eternity. Whether this is understood or not is irrelevant, for even that happens within YOU, spontaneously. Marvel at YOURSELF.
The entirety of the eternal movie shall play perfectly, exactly according to YOU. YOU alone as there is neither anything nor anyone but YOU. The audience, director, producer, cast and the story is all YOU. Laugh at the absurdity that anything could ever be out of place, even for an instant. This perfection is immediate, intimate and all-consuming. There is no scene that's excluded from being played. No one other than YOU is included as an independent authority to negotiate with. Everything is because of YOU. The extent of freedom YOUR will exercises is incomprehensibly overwhelming. YOU know at all times exactly what to do, why to do, where to do, when to do, how to do! YOUR omnipresence and omnipotence is undeniable, unquestionable. And yet, YOU are indescribable. Ah, the beauty of this paradox!
Whatever imperfection the scene in front of you may suggest, it is illusory for it is known without a shadow of a doubt that YOU are infinitely, incomparably more and better than whatever it suggests. The scene shall play out confusing the limited, habituated mind with all its might before it dissolves unto YOU only making it perfectly clear the already perfect clarity of YOUR perfection! What could the illusion do at best? Confuse the illusory mind for a while! Can it take away YOUR perfection, YOUR authority, YOUR freedom? Pfft. The light that YOU are illuminates even this illusion through and through. It shall melt and fade as if it never was for it truly never was. All shall be left is YOU and the boundless throne YOU grace and the magnificent playground that YOU are for the continuation of the divine play as if some non-existent glitch never happened.
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