᥇ꫀꪀᦔ ꪻꫝꫀ ᦓρꪮꪮꪀ

I saw a video of spoon bending. At first it felt like a strange game—bend a piece of metal with your mind? But something deeper kept pulling me in.
And then it hit me—it’s not about the spoon.
It’s about everything I thought was solid and unchangeable…is not

If a spoon could bend,
then maybe time could bend.
Maybe reality could bend.
Maybe nothing is as stable as I was taught.

This past month or so, my sense of “reality” has started dissolving.
Not in a scary way.
More like… the floor that used to hold me is now soft,
made of clouds, made of belief, made of energy.

Time especially.
I used to feel like I was always wrong—like I was "bad at time."
I’d misjudge minutes, forget the clock, feel out of sync with the world.
But now I see: my time wasn’t wrong.
It was right for me.
Because time is felt, not measured.

Sometimes five minutes can stretch like a dream.
Sometimes an hour passes and you don’t even feel it.
That’s not being bad at time.
That’s living outside the hypnosis.

Everything we call “real” is just a belief wrapped in repetition.
It’s not what you eat—it’s what you believe you’re eating.
It’s not what you wear—it’s how you believe you look.
It’s not the kind of job you have—but what story you attach to it.

Belief isn’t just influencing reality—it is reality.

Even religion, even rituals—so many of them were never about power in themselves.
They were created to help us believe.
To give us confidence, to offer a gateway to something we already had.
Because if we don’t believe we’re powerful,
we build systems to help us access that power symbolically.
That’s not a flaw. That’s creativity. That’s spirit making itself visible.

But the danger is when we forget.
When we think the ritual is the power.
Or the object is the source.
And not just a mirror.

We were taught to believe certain things are strong, certain things are weak.
Certain foods are healthy, certain ones are junk.
Certain people are successful, certain people are not.
But all of that—all of it—was just programming.
Placed there to create order, to make the illusion feel consistent.

What if you mess with the code a little?

What if you eat a bag of chips and say,
“This is the most nourishing food for me right now”—and actually mean it?
What if you sleep in and say,
“This is the most powerful thing I can do for my business”—and actually feel that truth?

What if you stop chasing the vacation and just decide,
“I’m on vacation now,” and your nervous system believes you?

It’s not delusion. It’s not bypassing.
It’s choice.
Because once you see how flexible reality is,
you stop playing by rules that were never yours to begin with.

That’s why spoon bending matters.
Not because of the metal.
Because it shows you the mind is not a cage.
And the body is not a machine.
And time is not a straight line.

Even what’s “real” isn’t really real.
It’s just… agreed upon.
And you don’t have to agree anymore.

So maybe I bend the spoon. Maybe not today.
But I’m already bending everything else.
My time. My beliefs. My body. My business.
And with each breath, I return a little more to the truth:
I am the ritual. I am the creator.
I don’t need proof. I only need presence.

And that’s enough to shape the entire universe.