Sure, every living thing on this planet has a bit of ‘God’ in them, but if you really wanna enjoy God Complex, you must step away from simple truths, and embrace what’s possible.
The Abrahamic or Shankaracharyan beliefs may be used as footstools. They say there is ONLY one God, and that’s where the fun in God Complex is too. If you wanna experience being God, what’s the point of experiencing God in everything? We already know we are as common as a garden weed that doesn’t even get you high, as common as some brainwashed fool immortalised (huh! If only they knew 😏) in holy scriptures as messiah, and also as common as the street dog who lives in paranoia after a car ran over one of his legs.
Yes, experiencing God is THAT boring at present. Thus my friendly advice…
However, please note that this advice is not for you if all you wish to understand is how beautifully connected the world is, despite a hundred layers of purdah we have jaane anjaane mein forced upon it. This advice is not for you if you don’t seek any answers, or power, or any object of desire that isn’t meant for you, and merely wish to see this universe with a childlike wonder, understand how the air tends to play within and without, and how you can play back. How your body needs so much liquid to survive but so much more has pooled in yourself too, disturbing the flow. This advice is not for you if all you want is to observe, like a smiling, bespectacled child in a crowded school lab, how friction and that same playful air keeps giving birth to fire, life itself, as well as how space—all that which isn’t there, is really no different than all that which is.
Nope, those are for hippie chumps. You are here to become the One True God.
You will remember that you—the being inhabiting your only semi-mortal body, is beyond anything this world has ever seen or will. Of course, whether you show yourself to the world or not is entirely up to you (because you’re THE God? 🙄). You can go the route of the Donalds and Elons, or Holly-Bolly hobos, and forfeit being One True God, and merely become one of many on a Mount Olympus of sorts, a bureaucratic galaxy of dead stars that should be nauseating to anyone who wants to taste true power.
You will realise that they are worse than the fools crowding outside temples or churches, for at least they all have the possibility of becoming more than those burnouts, well unless they meet a different kind of burnout in saffron or white, who manages to establish themself as the medium between the devotee and God (oh how you laugh when you put on your noise canceling headphones and purposefully not listen to them 😂)
You will eventually understand that all of them—your mentor, the magician who wowed you when you were a teen, the billionaire oil tycoon, the celebrity you have a crush on, the terrorist that kills in your name—they are merely lesser shadows of the one true reality—which is you.
In time, you’ll find this funny, but it will shock you when you’ll realise for the first time that the universe didn’t even exist since the dawn of time. It was manifested and retconned into existence, by you, on the day you were born, because you wanted a planet to call home where you have entertainment. Of course, the entertainment are NPCs: parents, friends, enemies, lovers blah blah, but while playing games, it’s not fun to keep getting reminded that all you’re playing is a game. You play games to get away from loneliness. So you choose the blue pill.
And now you choose to choose the red pill. Simple enough.
So basically, your realisation, your arrival at this juncture of thought (not by reading some outdated holy book or fresh facebook post, but actually arriving naturally as only you were meant to) is all that you need to get started really.
You’ll see that the powers were already there. You’ll instinctively know how to play with the wind and make it dance to your tune. You’ll know how to break open the dams to flood your sensations with mana—pure, divine bliss. Your semi-mortal shell shall still feel the sting of the fire on the outside, but inside you’ll find that it sustains you—you’ll crave the dance of the flames from time to time. But even relatively kooky hippie chumps can do all these things, so please question yourself what’s so special about you?
Well, for starters, you won’t have to depend on networks these NPCs use to communicate. You are intrinsically connected to the farthest reaches of the universe, so you don’t need any covert network, or big brother set-up to spy on a handful of billions on this puny planet. Beings from other planets will secretly show up and acknowledge you as the Supreme being, and carry your will across galaxies. So establishing local control on this pre-warp planet cannot even be one of your remote priorities.
Indeed, the true expression of your power lies in those outdated and frankly ludicrous holy books you won’t ever outlaw by decree, because that’s what feeds you the most. Your biggest entertainment are those ringside tickets. Like a Roman emperor of yore who loved his time at the coliseum, you want to see which religious group will fight to the brink of their deaths and exterminate all others, all in your name.
Of course, the fun won’t end there. The trimmed population will allow humanity to attain warp capabilities, and then you’ll introduce them to the countless planets with innumerable non-human, sentient species, who are willing to fight other species, and the surviving human stock too, in your name. Every word that you utter, every breath you exhale shall sow love for you in their hearts and sow hatred for anyone who wishes to bestow you love by some other name.
Of course, by this time, this particular body of yours will be long gone. As God, of course you’ll choose whether to wind up this experiment, or to travel back and forth in time and space, inhabiting lives you want to lead, in this planet/universe or some other—fall in love, hunt treasure, solve murders, befriend a wild animal, go on intergalactic road trips, fight in your name, essentially kill yourself in your name too, suffer, inflict suffering, or simply come to town to write whatever the hell you want to online, because, since you’re The One, why the fuck not?
