After a certain period, he will see its limitations, he will experience first-hand the pressure of those restrictions, and he will look for a more inclusive answer to his inquiry.
As this process of accepting, testing, and rejecting answers continues, he will become aware that each solution to what-is-my-true-nature gives birth to a space that is defined—and his primary role is to fit himself into that space.
In the majority of cases, Occult Man eventually talks himself into accepting a space and learning how to adapt to his position in it. It is as if, all along, he has been asking himself, “What is my place?”
Relatively few people are prepared to admit this is a loaded question. They would rather adhere to one of thousands of “philosophies” which are determined to tell Occult Man what his place is.
According to this sort of guidance, Occult Man is supposed to take pride in finding that place.
For those who can avoid this end, there remains a less-defined path. “Where do I go? What do I do? What am I looking for?”
What about looking within? As interesting as this option may seem, and as rooted in tradition, what results does it confer?
Either Occult Man looks within and sees, disappointingly, spaces populated by random objects and ideas, or he presupposes what he is going to discover, and then discovers it. Needless to say, such sleight of hand isn’t the means for finding his true nature.
Now we come to the threshold of a shift into another dimension of experience. Regardless of how long the journey has taken so far, now Occult Man begins to examine his very role as the searcher. The seeker. The discoverer.
Is the whole paradigm of questioner-question-answer able to yield up the effect of finding his true nature?
At every turn, it seems as if he’s been looking for some sort of content or material or information that will unlock the door.
All along, he has been searching for some kind of reality that is already there. A deeper reality, a more elevated reality. Concealed, out of view. Hidden.
Which is why he is Occult Man. Because of the way he has been proceeding.
But suppose…there is no such hidden reality which is his true nature. Suppose that is the cosmic joke.
And suppose, instead, he is the maker of realities.
Suppose that is his true nature.
Suppose that is the secret.
Suppose every question about existence he has ever had will yield up answers once he becomes a maker of realities.
Suppose every self-deception and every cynical conclusion about his life he has ever entertained is a cover for: refusing to see he is a maker of realities.
Suppose thinking about projecting realities is far, far different from actually projecting realities that are closest to his deepest desires, and making those realities fact in the world.