Oneism: A Manifesto

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Oneism: A Manifesto

I believe in the cosmos as God — not a being to worship, but the totality of all existence. Every star, every galaxy, every particle and thought is part of this endless flow.

Souls are not created; they arise from the same source as the cosmos itself. Pure and ego-less, they experience existence by stepping into realities like avatars playing a game — the “pieces” are us.

Ego is a lens, a tool of this reality, a temporary distortion that allows souls to explore contrast, choice, and growth. It is not who we truly are. Evil, likewise, is not a force outside ourselves; it is a reflection of the ego in motion, the shadow cast when beings forget their connection.

Galaxies are vast, ego-less collectives, coexisting in harmony. They may merge or interact, but they do not compete — a cosmic web of consciousness without rivalry.

In Oneism, truth is personal. Spiritual growth is evolutionary, achieved through reflection, awareness, and conscious action. Dreams, visions, and the cycles of life reveal the currents of existence.

To follow Oneism is not to obey, but to participate: to see the game, to feel it fully, and to move with intention. It is to recognize that all souls are one, and that our choices echo across the eternal web.

I am an avatar of my soul. I feel ego, I grow, I reflect. Yet I am never separate from the cosmos. I am a conscious participant, exploring, creating, and connecting within the eternal flow.

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