As a child, perhaps you dreamed of portals into other worlds. You imagined uncovering a hidden book of spells that could bend reality. But as the years passed, that sense of wonder often faded. The thought of stumbling upon magic seemed childish. Yet stumbling is the right word—because the treasure you seek has always been close enough to trip over.
Since you were a child, you have been casting spells—altering reality with the simplest two-word incantation: I am.
These words are not casual. They are a key, a turning of the lock that opens into a parallel dimension where what follows takes shape—as surely as thought becomes breath, and breath becomes body.
Think of how quickly one falls into darkness when speaking: I am sad. I am angry. I am lost. These phrases feel heavy with proof—thick with emotion, drenched in memory. Speak them, and they surround you so convincingly that you can no longer tell whether you shaped the words, or the words shaped you.
And yet, rarely do we say with equal conviction: I am joyful. I am radiant. I am free. When we do, it often sounds hesitant, less believable. Why? Because misery has more gravity in society. People rush to gather around a fight, not an act of kindness. Negativity seizes the stage with ease. But if that is true, then its opposite must also be true: to speak I am with joy, with clarity, is to summon light—positivity as real as sunlight breaking through clouds.
The words after I am are spells. Each one casts an enchantment—sometimes a curse, sometimes a blessing. That is why they must never be spoken carelessly.
If sadness arises, let it pass like weather: there is sadness moving through me.
If happiness arises, let it be fragrance: there is happiness surrounding me.
Why not claim I am happy? Because even this can become a trap. Every positive carries its negative. To declare one side of the coin is to affirm the other, hidden in the same breath. This is the dance of yin and yang, of dark and light, each containing the seed of the other.
Therefore:
Do not attach your being to the moods of the sky.
Do not confuse I am with I feel.
Your I am is already whole, already complete—untouched by weather, unshaken by thought.
Say it.
Let it stand.
Naked. Unadorned.
I am.

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