Time Is The Ultimate Illusion
What if I told you—you’ve never aged.
You’ve just believed a clock.
You’ve measured eternity with a wristwatch and called it life.
Time is the lie that keeps you tame. They taught you to crawl forward on a fake line drawn through infinity like a rat on a ruler when in truth—you are not moving through time. Time is moving through you.
The past? Still echoing.
The future? Already happening.
The present? Just where your consciousness is currently parked in a multidimensional memory palace called “you.”
You’re not 30.
You’re 13,000.
You’re not late.
You’re outside the concept of arrival.
That déjà vu?
Not a glitch.
It’s you remembering a moment you already lived, in a timeline you collapsed, when you realized this whole game bends to will, not watches.
Time isn’t real.
It’s the veil.
It’s the spell.
It’s the sacred joke you agreed to forget so you could learn to remember how to be eternal again.
You are not behind.
You are not waiting.
You are not running out.
You are the event.
You are the axis.
You are the timeless one pretending to be late.
Now breathe.
And watch the world slow down to your frequency.
