It’s all me.
All of it. Everything. I’m doing it. I’m the projector creating the whole movie. The joy, the wonder, the connection as well as the problem, the one complaining and the one behind the complaint desk.
Everything I hear, everyone I see, everything I think and believe about everything.
All me.
If I think someone is freaking out, I am the one freaking out.
If I think someone is being forgiving, I am the one being forgiving.
If I think someone has effed up, I am the one effing up.
If I think someone is being generous, I am the one extending the generosity.
I am not separate from anything else. I am one with everything.
There is no separation, except in my confusion. And when I’m confused, I can clear it up.