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Tricky

Updated: Aug 10, 2025

If Rango taught me anything, it’s that delusion is manifestation . . . And if delusion is manifestation, then what does that mean for— . . .


The movies made me think the world was a lot cooler than it turned out to be. Oh to be young and ignorant again.


Manifesting is just believing in a lie in hopes that some day it becomes true. 


How far do you reckon that can go for? All the way? We can just believe lies until they become true? Or is it our relentless belief that makes them true? Do we bend reality to our wills, or distort our perception by believing in lies?


This is tricky.


I guess I’ll think about it for a few more hours. 


Manifestation is imagining a future we would like to have some day. Does that have any real power? 


They say that you have to feel your lie. That you have to really mean it. They say that you have to believe in the lie with all of your heart and soul, eliminating all doubt, forcing your expectations to take a shape. Faith is what’s needed to manifest. I’m just curious, if that can work with our little dreams, does it work for religion? Can we believe a profound lie for so long that our religion can become real?


If we can manifest any lie, and somehow our stubborn beliefs can become reality, then why couldn’t we manifest God? Or Jesus? Or Buddha? Or Muhammad?


Tricky, tricky.


-CH 8/9/25

 
 
 

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